Girls On The Gridiron

Sad to admit this, but with such a savvy sys admin/networking genius as a husband, I don’t know how to format this blog, since he does it for me.

Yes, my technical greatness has faded these past 7 years, but that’s what I get for being lazy.=)

So after a conversation with a good friend of mine, I linked to my twitter feed. Though whether or not I say anything interesting, I’m not too sure of.

So until the hubby gets the time, the Twitter feed is just a link on this overcrowded sidebar. But it’s there if you want it.=)

With three days left to go, these are the longest days ever. Even then, it will be another 7 days and then they’ll induce if my little one isn’t in a week from Wednesday.

So other then waiting and waiting and waiting, now every twinge and symptom makes me wonder if this is it or not. It’s a tiring process. =) So far, today seems like it might be the day, but things haven’t progressed or changed since the symptoms which started at 4 AM. So we’ll see.

It just feels like it’s taking forever. The whole month has been like this, knowing my little guy could come at any moment. But it seems like he’s sticking it out to the end. So hopefully, we’ll get to meet him soon.

Plast go out today and excercise your right to vote. Make your voice heard.

And if you’re voting for Obama, that’s even better:)

Spent most of today just hanging with the hubby. After a morning’s slow start, I realized we probably won’t get too many more of these (mostly) lazy days….

It’s nice and cold and I’m loving it. My little guy keeps my internal temperature burning, so it’s nice to feel cold.

Things are ok. 3 weeks from the freedom of maternity leave, trying to stay out of the way of the second worst boss I ever had, who couldn’t manage her way out of a paper bag.

Lost fingers in my fingertips, and couldn’t sleep most of last week. These weekends are really important to me, give me the ability to feel human again.

I know I want the next kid as soon as possible after our son, due to my age. But I also think I need a few months to let my body recover, and just feel a little bit like my old self again. Even to just weightlift, and sleep on my stomach. And like food. I really, really, really miss just eating normal food and enjoying it.

So we’ll see. If I feel like the way I feel just being pregnant with my little guy, I think I want to fill our lives with as many kids as we can afford, before I get too old to do so. Even if mother nature wrecks havoc on my own systems. I have a feeling it will be worth it.

And my hubby is a supportive sweetie. I wouldn’t be surviving this without him. The work hours have been brutal, but under it all, I know he cares about our son as much as I do.

In the meantime, 6.5 weeks and counting. I can’t believe it – feels like forever and a second since the first day we knew we were pregnant. I can’t imagine what the remaining weeks will feel like.

Blame it on the pregnancy..

I just realized my other half’s work obligations have occupied him my entire second trimester, the only one of the three where I felt like a human being. Now, I’m back to being tired and nauseous again. So we missed our opportunity to actually go out and do stuff.

And now the last trimester is turning out like the second, and I’m barely seeing him. All this work better pay off, because some nights, it really doesn’t feel like it’s worth it to me.