“Yup, I’m pregnant”
“In about a week.”
“Yeah, pretty ready for him to come.”
“Yes, it’s a boy.”
“Yeah, it’s my first.”
Yes, it IS pretty exciting.”
“Yeah, I’m tall. I guess I carry it well. Believe me, I’m plenty big.”
It’s not that I’m annoyed with having the same conversation over and over. It’s just a very boring conversation that I could self-direct. But I’m polite and wait for the other person to prompt me with questions.
I’m so. ready. for him to come. My calendar has been exhausted. Last week I had many fun things and errands on my to do list. I got my car AC fixed, bought cloth diapers with Miranda, bought some new yarn, started a new baby sweater, made some Book of Mormon costumes for my mom’s project, got a massage, went to a small nursing class reunion, had maid service (thank you, Mom!), added to the nursery, and got my house to the point where it doesn’t feel like a disgusting pit of neglect. I even cooked dinner a couple times and made angelfood cake with lemon curd! So yeah, my pain is a lot better and I completely credit it to being able to rest away from work. I only worked 8.5 hours last week. I wouldn’t mind a little more, but I’ll take too little over too much.
However, this week? Completely blank. Aside from an OB appointment and a couple evening activities that I might have to miss because of work anyway, I have nothing to look forward to. Sure, there’s little things here and there that I can do to fill my days. I’m pretty skilled at killing time. But seriously? Let’s just move on and get this baby in the world.













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