October 16, 2011
My husband has been blogging for a little over a year, sharing his ideas and thoughts with the world. He is, of course, much more eloquently spoken than I am. He has broad inspirations, and thoughtful introspections. I on the other hand, usually can't spell those words. For me I think I will wade into blogging as a kind of personal record. A record of thoughts, of family, of time, of memories. I expect a grand total of 5 people might encounter or read this blog at any point in the future.
Today is a nice day, an in between day, I'm sitting in my favorite chair, computer on my giant baby belly. Pre-schooler on the floor watching a movie, Husband doing dishes. I know every woman's fantasy, to sit around while their husband does dishes. Its a peaceful break, a moment between almost continual chaos and crazy.
Tomorrow, back to work, another day in the Emergency department at 38 weeks of pregnancy. Tomorrow, an appointment with my midwife to try and convince her to induce me. Poor baby boy, no rest for him. So many things on the to do list: call people back about jobs, and schedule interviews (but can't really do that until baby boy has come), write thank you notes for baby gifts, have a baby, schedule a trip to the pumpkin patch, have a baby, go to 3 parties, have a baby, buy some pumpkins, have a baby, finish Gemma's Halloween costume, and about 30 thousand things I have forgotten. Did I mention have a baby, It has become a perpetual loop in my head for 2 solid weeks, I'm making myself crazy. And yet, I think why the rush? Our family will never be the same again, the same, perfect threesome. Life will never be the same in a few short days, why am I so anxious to change this forever? With that thought, I will venture into tomorrow and try to be happy with each day as it is.
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