SIX DAYS LATER.

It has been six days since my last pregnancy emergency.  My goal this time?  Three weeks.
(I'm being realistic here, folks.  I would love to NEVER have another emergency, but that is like counting on sprouting wings from my heels and soaring into the stratosphere.)  So, in essence, I have 15 days to go and I will meet my goal.  That's two weeks and 1 day for your calculation-challenged people.

On this oppressively hot Friday, I thought I would give you a list of updates / things I have to be glad about (Yes.  Another fucking Pollyanna day.  Eat it, punk.)

*  I have made it six days without contracting (to my knowledge) or leaking (anything other than the occasional pee.)  Again, being realistic requires me to accept the occasional self-pee simply because I have a child whose favorite time is playing bouncy castle on my bladder.  No lie.

*  I got out of the house yesterday and spent time with two of my favorite people.  BONUS:  Sticky Toffee Pudding with real Whipped Cream.

*  On Tuesday, I received my Cortisone shots and I can tell you that my hands and wrists feel like normal.  That shit is extremely painful (read:  shooting lava into your wrists and hands and then forcing your hands to flex to move it around) but completely worth it.  I haven't had any bad Carpal Tunnel juju since!

*  One of my favorite out-of-towners is home for a week and he missed the behemoth that is me when I am pregnant - last time.  So, I am looking forward to sporting my bump for Bart.  "Bump for Bart"  It's like a really gross charity.  Ew.

*  I saw the trailer for Thor2.  I'm not going to lie.  I will be seeing that eventually.

*  This winter, when it is really fucking cold out and the child is still so young that he sleeps all the time, the Hub and I are going to host a party.  We will have some obscene ice sculpture shot luge, a fire pit and a pony keg.  People are welcome if they bring one of two items:  a bottle of shootable liquor (no Popov, you cheapskate!) or a warm and delicious dish to share.  Your child is welcome if s/he is anesthetized or young enough to sleep in a dark room with our child.  Seriously.  You can't be exposing young minds to a bunch of drunk adults sucking chilled shots of liquor out of a naked woman shot luge made out of ice!  Dress warmly, ya'll!

*    I think my Hub takes it as a bad omen that every time he plans to tell his parents that we are having another baby - I end up in the hospital.  Perhaps in another two weeks. . . when we are officially past where we got to last time.

*  My belly seam has expanded.  No, not East to West, but NORTH.  So, now it looks like I have a FULL belly seam.  That's not so bad.  It's actually lighter than the one I have below the equator.  However.  HOWEVER!  Because I had gallbladder surgery, the seam is just a little to the left and doesn't match up perfectly.  I look like I'm wearing a skin suit that was pieced together at the last minute.  Either that, or I'm just dirty.

*  The Hub and I talked last night about who will be allowed in the Labor and Delivery room.  We had this conversation last time, but I felt the importance necessitated a revisit.  Listen, guys, what it boils down to is this:  You get a vote.  You could vote for your mother or your father or whomever you want - to be in the room while your child is born.  But, seeing that it is not YOUR vagina being poked, stretched and prodded by every asshole who comes in, your partner gets TWO votes.  Final Words:  Your partner decides who is in the room.  Your job is to ensure that happens.  The nurses are there to make sure your birthing experience is as close to your plan as possible.  There is very little they can control for you - keeping your baby's expectant fan club in the waiting room is one of them.

*  In an effort to save money, I have sworn a solemn oath to "try" and make dinner every night at home - and send the left-overs as lunch for the Hub during the week.  As of right now - Friday lunchtime - I have succeeded doing so since Sunday.  So, six whole days of eating at home - "Pantry Digging" as I like to call it.  I even have a meal planned for tonight, but let's be honest.  It's Friday and I have a friend in town.  You can't go to Ted Drewes for dessert without having an amazing Steak au Poivre somewhere first.  And, by somewhere, I mean not at home.

I pulled away from maternity on that last one. . . but, you get the point.  This is my pregnant life as I'm living it.  It is not an easy life, but it is the one that I have with my child.  Now that everything has calmed, I hope to post more often again.  It's just hard to do when you are holding your breath.