The Queen's Rambles

I think I’m down to counting hours instead of days. Or I would be if that didn’t involve math. Something like 36 hours before D-Day? Whoo-hoo! I can’t wait to have her out, even if I am going to be exhausted. At least it will be different.

My neighbor was due April 16, but had her baby on Thursday. Her daughter is in total love with Erik, so as soon as they saw us outside she dashed across the street to play with him.

I thought I saw her husband in the doorway holding something baby blue, like a baby, but when they got over here to play the mom didn’t say a word. I kept looking at her, thinking she looked a lot smaller, but she had a really baggy hoodie on so I couldn’t tell.

Finally my mom, the picture of tact, straight out asked her if she’d had her baby yet. I didn’t want to ask because I know how annoying the “haven’t you had that baby yet!” exclamations can get.

I don’t know. Would you just stand there and chat and wait for someone to notice or would you say “Hey! I had my baby!”

She never elaborated, but my mom is a good one for questions so finally discovered the baby’s name and other stats. I think the lady is just shy, but it is definitely strange not to want to talk about the birth of your baby that happened four days ago! I would have liked to see him, but they didn’t ever bring him outside.

I told Mike that he has to go to the party store and get a big “It’s a Girl!” sign for the yard. He thinks I’m joking. Don’t you think the neighbors will be curious, though? I know I’m always curious. It’s an easy way to answer everyone’s questions without actually talking to a bunch of strangers. Maybe I’m the weird one and like to over share.

You never would have guessed that from a veteran blogger, eh?

Now my mom is pouting that the other lady got to have her baby first. I love having mom here, but she can certainly annoy me sometimes. She keeps suggesting things to put me into labor and it is just about on my last nerve. As tired as I am of being pregnant, I don’t want to go into labor. I can wait for the c-section.

My neighbor that I never talk to also annoyed the crud out of me today. My mom is all about gardening, so she did a bunch of yard work today and things are looking really nice. She was out planting petunias around our little tree (I should take a picture and see if anyone can identify it. It has big, pink flowers on it) and I was sitting in a lawn chair putting together the stroller (I am so, so happy I bought the Snap-and-Go!). The neighbor was out mowing his lawn and made a comment to Mike that women these days thought they could do anything. What the bleepity-bleep???? He’s not even an old man! He was probably around 20, if that old. He’s lucky I didn’t waddle over there, tear the lawnmower out of his hands and run his foot over. That would have taken way too much energy. He gets to live another day.

Just for your information, I will probably be posting about the birth on Tuesday night! I’ll have free wifi in my room, so I’m taking my laptop. I don’t know if I will have time to mess with pictures and all that, but you know I’ll have my laptop fired up if I’m not totally exhausted. Babies just sleep all the time, so I know I’ll get pretty bored after 3 or 4 days at the hospital. I guess we’ll see how the reality turns out, but I know I was getting pretty danged restless when I had Erik.