I have the next two days off and am looking forward to celebrating Labor Day. I'm not sure how much I'm looking forward to Labor Day in April. I have a lot of decisions to make and I'm not really relishing it. The biggest is what doctor do I use. The second is how do I pay for it all? One decision I've definitely already made is no one is to know what this child is until I birth it. To me, that's part of the surprise and wonder of it all. Plus, heaven forbid I have a girl and people find out ahead of time I'll be cursed with a nursery full of pink. Or, if it's a boy it will be footballs and trucks. I'm much happier with unisex stuff like this. Now, isn't that much better than forcing Junior into some pre-determined gender stereotype roll? I guess I'm just a child of the Free to Be You and Me Generation. (Great Marcy Playground song by the way) ((That's something you don't hear too often))
I'm experiencing the joys of having to keep food on my tummy at all times. I love having to spend those last waking moments just before I drift off eating whatever I can manage. I'm also far more uncomfortable trying to sleep than I'd care for. That gets better, right? And when I wake up I come to like a tipped-over cow. I'm not a pretty sight first thing in the morning. I'm sure this is as bad as it will get. Right? Boy, I sure am glad I'm over the worst of it. I have a pre-natal yoga dvd but I still haven't felt quite up to doing it. I did watch some of it the other day from the couch so at least the wrapper's off.
Yep, it's gonna be smooth sailing from here.
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