I'm feeling kinda poopy today. For some reason I feel like I need to rush around and visit everyone one last time; Namely my Grandma and Angel. Probably because my Grandma lives 5 minutes away and Angel is one of my bestest friends and yet- I never leave to go see either of them. I suck. Its true. I'm just to tired to get up and dressed and actually leave! Grrr- well its the thought that counts I suppose. Maybe I'll go see my Grandma tomorrow- I have some sugar free hot cocoa that maybe Grandpa will want- sorry Mom, you crossed a line with the sugar free hot chocolate. Ah well- I suppose it will just depend on how much stuff I get done around the house today if I can leave or not tomorrow. Also on the plate for tomorrow is finding someone who has a lot of money and time they want to throw around and take me out for dinner as the last night as a "non-mommy". Maybe they'll be so rich they'll take my husband too. Hahaha- I think I'm going crazy- seriously. I've got big plans for myself. It must've been the moon...It didn't send me into labor but it stole my good sense and made me a raging lunatic. I also think it turned Vendetta into a Werewolf but that is a whole different story. Perhaps she is part Rottweiler part Lichen? More research is needed.
I'm quite proud of myself given that I otherwise feel like such a deadbeat friend/family member. I painted my toenails! That is right, at 38 weeks and 5 days pregnant I managed to get my self contorted enough to paint my toes. Why? Well- I understand there are some less than pleasant things that happen while in labor and you just can't control that. Its natural. But what I CAN control and WILL control and HAVE controlled is to NOT have troll toes. Although, even though my nails are painted bright red, my feet are so swollen that they just look like a lump of flesh with 5 red polka dots. *sigh* I suppose my feet will still be confused for hobbit feet but I still say that is better than troll toes.
Today I'm going to finish my baby shower thank yous. See, again, I'm kinda sucking at life. I have maybe 4 left but its worse because its the 4 thank you's to the people that helped actually throw the shower. Yup thats right- my baby will be here in about 2 days and I still haven't sent thank yous to my Aunts and Grandma for my baby shower. Note the deadbeat family member aspect of my life right now.
Ya know, I always wanted to vacation somewhere on my own. Looks like I'm doing a fine job of sending myself to Guilty and Depressed Cove. Grrr.....
Another thing on my list of stuff to do today is repack my hospital bag. I'm pretty sure I over packed the dang thing so I need to weed some stuff out. Plus now I need to pack our "entertainment" bag for the first half of our day.
Well- I think that I have now sufficiently depressed everyone who has read this post. Either that or you are feeling quite a bit better about yourself because you are so on the ball in comparison to me. Either way. I'm done and out.
*edit* To my list of stuff I can't wait to eat I would also like to add a gallon of orange juice. Thank you.
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