The little girl has been occupying herself by flipping between facing my tailbone with her bum pushing against my front, and lying with her back to the right, all curled up.
The second position is our standard song and dance these days and makes me feel like I'm carrying a 20lb bag of flour.
The first position appeared for the first time this afternoon while I was at my desk and feels like I'm carrying a 20lb bag of flour that's been lit on fire.
So, not good, then.
What I really want to do is write a recap of work, but frankly I'm just worn out by the emotion of it all and I think that perhaps what I want to do and what I should do are two different things in this instance. I'm surprisingly not all that tired, but I imagine that the moment I lie down I'll pass out anyway. We went to Dairy Queen and shared a banana split between the three of us tonight, and then we went to the Dollar Store and bought slippers to wear in the hospital, and then we came home.
And now I'm going to do my best to put work out of my mind and take a bath and get a good night's sleep. Now that work is done, the baby, as per our agreement, could come anytime.
No comments:
Post a Comment