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38.5 weeks

It's starting to look like this baby may actually not come in June. Defiant already and not even here yet. I've decided to start making plans for my days as though I'm not going to have a baby. I had it all planned out that I would have my baby last Friday because that's when all my June plans were finished up and I was free and clear to go ahead and deliver. Then I had some labour on Friday and nothing happened. I'm driving myself a little nuts. Tonight Steven and I are going to go to dinner and a movie. The other day I mentioned to Steven that I'd been driving myself crazy with waiting every minute of every day for contractions that either didn't come, or that came and didn't mean anything. I told him it was too bad that we couldn't find a sitter and go to a movie on Tuesday or something. The man found me a sitter. He's a dream. So is his dad - thanks dad! So, dinner and a movie tonight. Hopefully a baby later on tonight, but if not, my mom ha...

slides and underducks

"Hey!" A lady at the park shouts. "Whose kid is this?" Of course it's one of mine. I wave at her - "He's mine." "He just went down the slide head first." I sigh. It's Tennyson, what can I say? "He does that." "Just so you know," she said, matter of factly, "they die." Uh, okay. Here it comes . "I had a friend whose kid did that, and he died." "Okay. Tennyson, slide nice." I'm sure that totally did it for her. Ten minutes later: "Mommy! Mommy! Push me on the swing! A big push, to the sky! A underduck!" "Okay," I said. I had Tennyson on a swing and Mitchell in a baby swing. I looked around and mumbled to myself "I wonder where Jordan is?" I pulled Tennyson back on the swing and pushed him hard and high. As he hits the top of his arc he yells "There's Jordan!" while letting go of the chain to point her out to me. Of course he sails through t...

thirteen questions

1. What was your favorite game as a kid? To be honest? Probably Mario Brothers on nintendo . The original nintendo . 2. If you had to pick reading or watching tv and movies for the rest of your life, what would it be? I'd read, as long as I had good books. 3. What is your favorite non-blog website? I was just about to write "Google Reader" but I think that's probably uber -blog related. I hate to admit it, but probably facebook is the website I'm on the most. 4. What was your favorite book as a child? What about now? I don't know if I had a favorite. I was always reading, and I don't know if I ever read the same books over and over once I learned about the library! Now: I have a hard time picking just one. I read lots of books written by women authors these days, and right now I'm munching up Christopher Moore books as we can find them. I'm also reading White Oleander by Janet Fitch which is really well written. I recommend her. 5...

the worst day

Today has been the worst day. Last night I went out with the girls and ate a big supper. I felt like a brick was sitting in the pit of my stomach after that. I came home and spent half the night not sleeping. This morning I didn't feel so well. My stomach still hurt, I woke up with a headache (usually happens after a night of crappy sleep) and I was so stinkin tired. I went to diaper gym and hung out with the girls, trying unsuccessfully to have patience with my ornery children. This afternoon I had a few "stomach troubles" (nice euphemism eh?) and continued not feeling so hot. Around 3 it occurred to me that I hadn't felt the baby move today. My stomach was rock hard and sore and back pain had set in. I went and laid on the bed and tried to relax. No movement. I rubbed my stomach and tried to disturb Petunia a bit. Still no movement. I changed positions a couple of times, I tried laying partly on my stomach to squish her a little. She's usually really responsi...

sneaky sneaky

Today the kids were out in the sandbox playing. I was sitting beside the sandbox reading a book. Everyone wins. They get to show me how brave they are holding their dying dragonfly, I get to ditch the housework, hang with the kids and have an excuse to read. I'm way too fat these days to sit in a sandbox. I'd probably never get out. Steven would come home and I'd be rolling back and forth in there, unable to roll over the sides. It wouldn't be pretty. Plus there would be sand in all sorts of nasty places, due to the rolling. Anyway, I brought out some ice tea for them. Tennyson spilled his about 6 seconds later. "Mommy!! I spilled my ice tea!" "I know honey, I just sat down, give me just a minute and I'll get you some more." "Jordan, can you put some of your ice tea in my cup?" "No, I'm not giving away my ice tea. A few seconds later, I heard Mitchell crying inside. He had been napping. I went in to get him and at the same ti...

slides, buckets and "owies"

I mentioned earlier (about 8 seconds ago actually) that the kids were sliding down the easel in plastic toy buckets. As was bound to happen, Jordan came running in here squealing because she banged her arm. As any good Mommy would, I yell "No! Don't hug me! You'll get hurty stuff all over me!" Then I pretend to be scared while avoiding her hug. She tries to forcibly hug me, while trying to keep pretending to cry, while trying not to smile. I hug her. She's cute, I can't help myself. Actually, I don't think I even threw in one of my infamous "Well that's what happens when..." lines. The kids are used to it. They ignore me and then wrap themselves in my hugs anyway. Tennyson was right on her heels. After Jordan's hug was over, he says (in a very sad little voice): "Mommy, I hurted something too!" I laughed, "No you didn't. Why don't you just tell me you want a hug too?" He grins. "Okay, and I want kisses...

taking turns

I was listening to the kids play in the rec room earlier. They've all but destroyed this big plastic easel, and now what they do with it is lean it against a couch and slide down it in plastic toy buckets. I know. Genius. I can hear Jordan take charge: "Okay Tennyson, you slide once, and then I slide 20 times." Of course, he lets her. I hear her for the next couple of minutes "One . . . two . . . three . . . four . . ." I let it happen. I know it's not exactly fair, but it's working for them. Wanna add tension? Let Mommy come in and mess with the system. Eventually, he gets his one turn. Then Jordan says "Hey! I know! How 'bout my turn, your turn, my turn, your turn, my turn, your turn?" Amen sister.