I did totally mean to have the title be a northern euro reference as well.
this week, i made it officially to the 20 weeks pregnant mark. what does this mean? that, according to various sources, the baby is as big as a yam, sweet potato (they are not the same thing), a banana or about a foot long. are these items the same size? and why are they all fruits?
also, this means that no matter what, even if i go the stereotypical late direction that most first time pregnancies do, i am half done being fat, uncomfortable and alternatingly hot and cold and hungry and gassy.
this also means that i have to haul ass and get shopping and save money and buy diapers and oh yeah, take my prenatal vitamins. cuz it’s almost able to live outside of me, with some help and if it’s like it’s father, it’ll be early and live on the outside just cuz it can!
okay, like me too.
i still haven’t finished the laundry from the weekend. 3 more loads to go – out of 5. but i did do the dishes, a few days ago. and i did go to the library. and i’m almost done the books that i took out. and it’s kinda a sucky library, so sucks to be me if i read them all before i run out of “no time to read” time. or, ack, go on maternity leave. and have time to read and am bored, before the baby comes.
i can’t wait for maternity leave – the first month, anyways.
i’m thinking that it’s going to be a fatter, waddling version of 2 summers ago – when i didn’t work. my days were spent cleaning and cooking and walking and lounging and even though i was going through a mental breakdown, i felt more at peace with the world. moody, yes; not as tumuluous. occassionally psychotic; a bit zen.
i plan on having dinner ready everynight when the doctor arrives home from a busy day at the glass hospital. and i plan on having everything clean and pristine and cozy, for when the alien rips it’s way out of my thorax. but most of all.
i plan to go back to listening to stupid pop music and singing at the top of my lungs and dancing (ducky style, with the extra, what, 40 lbs i’ll be up to then?) in my livingroom with the curtains open and the windows reflecting the SUNSHINE. did i mention in my underwear. ugh, that will not be attractive. it’s not really, now.
i think i mostly can’t wait for sunny days when i can be out in them. instead of working. wish i could say “screw you guys, i’m going home” a la cartman. maybe i just will.
