Not a lot
It’s hard to write about my zany adventures when I sit on my chair all day, barely moving. I did go to the doctor, but that wasn’t too zany. I let her check me even though I thought it would be futile. As expected I had no dilation or effacement. It is very unlikely the baby will try to make a debut appearance before the scheduled c-s next Tuesday. That’s good and bad. Good because I don’t want to go through any labor at all and bad because I am d-o-n-e being pregnant. I may feed my kid organic food, use cloth diapers, and co-sleep, but I fail miserably at crunchiness. Not that I give a rat’s behind. What good to labels do, other than provide a basis for competition? Cut this baby out and don’t bother me with contractions, I say!
Poor Mike seems to be coming down with a cold. If my mom wasn’t here I would kick him into the guest bed. We do not need sickness in our house next week! Maybe I’ll kick him into Erik’s bed and kick Erik into grandma’s bed. Then I’d get the king sized bed to myself. I’m liking this plan.
Poor, poor Erik. My mom and I promised him he could sleep in grandma’s bed tonight. We’ve been resisting just because we don’t think it would be good for him to get used to that, but at this point I’ve realized it is going to be a pretty bad adjustment when she leaves anyway so why not let him be happy while she’s here?
Mike didn’t get the memo.
I did my bedtime part of reading him a story, giving him a hug and kiss and leaving him for his daddy. Then daddy came along and made him leave Grandma’s room and go to his own room. We heard him crying and screaming, but didn’t go up to investigate. I was quite surprised when Mike came down and said he made him go back to his own bed. No wonder he was crying. I guess we need to communicate better from now on.
We went grocery shopping today, which was an adventure. My mom and I have slightly different cooking styles. I’ve never seen anyone buy so many canned goods in one go. She says she’s never seen anyone buy so many fresh fruits and vegetables in one go. She ate her dinner tonight (veggie heavy Thai peanut chicken), but I can’t say if she liked it. I know we are going to be having quite an adjustment when she takes over cooking after I have the baby. She asked today if we were going to have meatloaf. Uhhhh. What? How would you cook such a thing? WHY would you cook such a thing? Ewwwwwww.
Erik has a new imaginary horse that won’t leave us alone. She’s black and white with a purple dress. Her name is Rubella. I have no idea were he came up with that, but since he tells every single person we meet about Rubella, I’ve been learning to handle the looks of “wtf??” I swear we don’t have German measles. He had quite the conversation with a guy in line at the library about the horse. I’m ready to put the horse out to pasture, but apparently I can’t since the horse will bite me if I go near her. Not such a nice Rubella.
Thank goodness school resumes tomorrow! We couldn’t even take Erik outside to play today because the wind was blowing really badly and his eyes turned stop light red whenever we went outside. It was a beautiful day (high of 88!), so it was kind of disappointing. I’m not liking the idea of keeping him cooped up in the house all summer, but I guess it is necessary at least until some of the budding trees stop budding.