3, 2, 1... Blastoff!
Except there is no blastoff. As I sit here, Insider is happily pummeling my insides with her elbows. Giving me heartburn. Making me have to pee. Apparently in no hurry to get out or anywhere else. Veeeery comfortable.
At church I told 4,063 people that Yes, indeed, I am still pregnant. No, indeed, I don't know why the baby isn't here yet. That no, again, I have no idea when she will be born. Lots of questions. No good answers.
Since we had never been to the hospital where I will deliver, we showed up unexpectedly tonight to visit and figure out where we'll be going. It seemed like a good Due Date activity. The nurses laughed at us.
Last night Dave treated me to a fun night on the town as our last hurrah before parenthood. What we hope will be our last hurrah, anyway. If the Insider waits much longer we might need some more hurrahs to boost our morale. We ate at The Blue Tangerine (Mediterranean food) and by Dave's choice saw Harry Potter at the IMAX (he fell asleep twice during the movie, and I, who was not interested in seeing it to begin with, had to awaken him when his snoring became distracting to the other patrons.) The whole theater had about ten occupants. There were thousands of seats everywhere. But nonetheless, three people came in and started heading over toward us. Dave and I eyed each other worriedly.
As an old lady plopped herself right next to me, she laughed and said, "I bet you're wondering why, in a theater of empty seats, we're sitting right next to you! Ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha!" I laughed back weakly, secretly horrified and pinching Dave pointedly in his thigh while trying to locate a Candid Camera or some other excuse for this behavior. I waited for the reason the lady was obviously leading up to telling me. There was none. That was the end of the conversation. Then we just moved down to the handicapped seats to accomodate my very handicapped-feeling self.
Well, it's August 9th. The magical day I've been looking forward to. It turned out kind of... ordinary.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
3, 2, 1... Blastoff!
Posted by Jessica at 10:12 PM