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long, drawn-out story coming soon. what started as a routine dr visit ended in a week’s hospital stay. everyone’s fine, just tired. glad to be home. details to follow. see flickr for pic.

Yeah, um, still waiting. Today is/ was my due date. Yes, I know it’s just an estimate.

My ultrasound today was good. We got a great shot of his face and holy cow, people, this kid is going to look just like his dad. And, uh, considering he’s a boy and all, that’s a good thing. Seriously, he has his dad’s brow line and nose. I’m pretty sure of it.

But he still doesn’t want to confirm that by MAKING A FREAKING APPEARANCE ANYTIME IN 2007. No, I’m not going to be pregnant forever. But I might be pregnant until the end of November at this rate.

When you’re around me in person, I’m rarely at a loss for words. I can find something to talk about. I don’t mind sitting in silence, either, but I never really feel that I have absolutely nothing to say to someone. That’s because I try to surround myself with interesting people. And when someone is interesting to you, you can always find words, even if it’s just to ask them what they’ve been up to.

But tonight, I’m mostly at a loss to find something new. I keep talking about the same thing over and over, because it really is consuming my life right now. I’m trying to find things to say and do that will help keep my mind off the fact that this kid refuses to show his face. Now, he’s not technically late yet, so there’s plenty of time for him to show. But each night, it gets harder to find a comfortable position for sleep. And each night, little aches, pains, and twinges keep me awake. But it’s the nature of the beast, and it’ll be over soon. I just have to keep reminding myself of that.

Last night, I was absolutely delighted to find that this lovely woman was not only in town, but free for dinner. We had Mexican food and delightful conversation. It was a nice change of pace from sitting at home and waiting for something to happen. Heather, I hope we get to do it again sometime.

Not much going on right now. Feeling some occasional twinges, which means things are changing and getting ready. But no real signs that labor’s going to start again. That’s okay, it happens when it happens, right?

I’m really hoping this will be my last belly pic, though:

I’m in the process of writing a letter of welcome for our Wee Boy, whenever he makes his appearance. I will post it when I’m done, as I think it’s going to take some time before it’s ready. I’m not even sure of what I want to say, only that I want to let him know some of my thoughts as we await his arrival. I want him to know how much we love him and are excited to see him.

I finally started having some contractions tonight. But they’ve been starting and stopping, no regularity. But at least it seems like things are starting to move a bit. (Although I realize this could go off & on for a while.) Unfortunately, my best friend is going to be out of town for the next week, so she won’t get to be at the hospital with us, unless the Wee One is a week late.

Went for a long walk late this evening. Lower back hurt the entire time, but not really any contractions since then. Just tired at this point. C’mon kiddo! Okay, not really. Whenever you’re ready, Wee One.

Beware of Costco, you say? Like anyone who’s been there before doesn’t know the inherent evil of walking around Costco for an hour or two. It sucks you in, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, telling you that you really need that 52-pound bag of pistachios. Or 13 bottles of carrot juice.

However, I did get a little Christmas shopping done, so it wasn’t all useless junk. And right now I am totally addicted to pomegranate arils, so I bought more this time. They are fabulous in a mixed greens salad with goat cheese. With them on the salad, you don’t even need dressing, or you can get by with one of those spritzers.

I still have to get some more things for my stepdaughter, both of my nieces, my great-niece, and my dad. Although mom and dad don’t really need anything, I like finding little items that they may not be able to get back home. All of the kid gifts may just wait until we get to Missouri and I’ll do my shopping while we’re there. I’m not in any hurry.

Neither is this kid, apparently. I was having some contractions early Wednesday morning, but they were short. Nothing really since then. He’s probably going to be like me – likes to sleep in and take his time when getting around to doing things. That will be a fun test of both mommy & daddy’s patience. Yeah, it’ll totally serve me right. Heh.

My friend Kathy has launched a new site called Safe Mama. She read about toy recalls and sippy cups and spent hours researching ways to keep her toddler safe. And then she realized that other parents are probably looking for this information, too. And Safe Mama was born.

She already has a bunch of great links for parents: toy recall info, car safety seat recalls, and hopes to expand to include eco-friendly, organic, and baby gear info, too. Make sure you go check it out!

Last night we decided to install the infant car seat in our truck, so it’ll be ready to go when “that” time comes. It’s an infant carrier with a car seat base.

I looked everywhere for the instructions. Found them in Spanish, found them for assembling the stroller that goes with it. But no installation instructions. I had to call the manufacturer today to ask for the manual. After getting stuck in a menu loop more than once, I finally talked to a rep. Know where the instructions were?

Go on. Guess.

On the underside of the seat. Between the seat and its base. But not in plain sight. Oh no, that would be easy. It was in a little cutout that nestled behind the seat straps. We looked everywhere for the manual. Now why in the hell wasn’t it sealed in the plastic bag with the stroller assembly instructions, the warranty, and the Spanish manual?

And why would they expect me to turn the damn seat over and look under the seat straps for the instructions? With no notes telling me where to look? Who thinks up these things?

We had tightened it down correctly, but I’m still not sure I’m happy with how it’s situated. We may still have to adjust it. This fight with the car seat isn’t over yet.

You were the sixth grade teacher. All the girls crushed on you. Unfortunately, you left just before we reached sixth. We were so disappointed that we couldn’t stare at you for a half day.

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