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My Life Thus Far
2008-06-03 05:46:49 (UTC)

How Sad For Me

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Pedicure Mojo isn't going to work. If I don't have Keenan
by tomorrow morning, then it's official. Pedicure Mojo
doesn't exist. Snookums will be so disappointed. I feel
even less like I'm going to have him soon today than I did
yesterday. Yesterday I felt like labor was coming. Today
I've only had maybe a handful of contractions and half of
them weren't even particularly strong. How sad for me :(
The plus side for Snookums is that the longer it takes
Keenan to come, the younger he'll be when Snookums gets
home. Maybe he'll feel like he missed out on less that
way. That's the positive way to look at this. I'm not
going to look at the negative way, because that will just
piss me off. More so than I already feel because I'm 9
months pregnant and naturally pissed off.

Helena took Kiki and I shopping today. That was fun. As
you could probably guess (because I spend most of my time
there) we went to Target. Helena bought Kiki and Annie new
pajamas (why do grandparents always buy pajamas?) and
little sundresses. I got nursing tank tops. A grey one and
a white one. I'm not complaining. I'll certainly use them
and it's one less thing I had to buy. The cats got more
wet food. Helena bought herself some personal care items
I'd rather not share with the general population. So,
everyone in the house got a little something.

I nearly slapped a lady at Target. I controlled myself,
but it was hard. At this point, being nice to people is
just out of the question. I'm irritable and uncomfortable.
I can barely be nice to myself. Helena and I weren't even
talking to her. We stopped to look at a few barbecues they
had on sale and this lady was looking at a grill a few
feet over with her husband. She looked up from the grill,
saw me and said "Oh my God, do you have twins in there?!"
I ignored her and walked away, but Helena said "no, just
one 10 pounder!" I'm not even convinced Keenan is that
big. My doctor may say so, but I'd bet money he's only in
the 8 pound range. That's my motherly intuition. Anyhow.
I'm sick of people commenting on how big my stomach is.
When I was at the doctor last, I measured at 40 weeks.
That isn't overly big. That's full term, not a centimeter
over. Bitches. Leave me alone! I don't ever comment on the
size of a pregnant woman's stomach. Everyone is shaped
differently and carries differently. Why can't people just
leave it at that? Just one more reason I need to have this
baby. Someone WILL get hurt if I don't have him soon!

After we left Target, we came home. For some reason,
Helena won't let me do anything around the house. I keep
trying to tell her that it's really in my best interest
(if I ever want to have this baby) to move around and be
active. I need to do things around the house and go for
walks, but she's got me vegetating on the couch like an
invalid. I'm REALLY bored and have run out of things to
do. I don't feel like crocheting, I've read all my
magazines, tv is boring after awhile. I want to get
outside and weed the garden or cut the grass. I NEED to do
something without being chastised for "overworking
myself". This isn't 1952. I'm not a fragile flower! Even
though I did every stitch of laundry in the house on
Thursday and there wasn't even cumulatively one full
basket of laundry in the whole house, Helena still took it
upon herself to do laundry. She wanted to strip the beds
too, but I told her there was really no point, since I'd
just washed the sheets on Thursday. She had a great time
playing with my new washer and dryer nonetheless. Now
she's planning on getting a set for herself when she goes
home. I'm glad I could help bring her into the new
millennium of home appliances.

Sue (Jason's biological mother) called me today. I didn't
answer the phone, because I didn't feel like talking to
her, but she left a 10 minute message about how excited
she was and that I have to call her immediately after he's
born (I'm waiting a week now, just because she said that)
and she asked if Annie had gotten her birthday present
yet. She still hasn't and at this point I'm starting to
think she never will. Minnesota? I'll never understand how
in a million years she could send a package to a
completely random state, even though we've lived in
Washington our entire relationship. She's a nut-job.

I don't know what I'm going to do now until bedtime. I
spend all day sitting around, so I hate doing more of the
same all evening. Maybe I'll go outside and do jumping
jacks or something. It's just a thought :) Ciao until
tomorrow.





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