I’m dyin’ here.
Baby on the brain.
I know is much worse off than I am… she was nervous about the pain last night, which is completely understandable. I don’t even want to think about it. As much as I’d like to be there right now (I’m not invited and that’s completely understandable and there are no hard feelings there whatsoever), I’m pretty sure that if I had to witness the birthing process in person there would be no chance of me ever intentionally getting knocked up. Watching “The Miracle of Life” (or whatever it was called) is the best contraceptive I know of. That and when my Human Sexuality professor graphically gestured exactly how the baby turns into position and the pelvic bones tilt and so forth in order to make it physically possible for the baby to come out. Yeesh.
Clearly, I’m not one of those people who has an overly-romanticized view of the process. I mean, the getting pregnant part is, I’m sure, fun (or so I’ve heard, and people seem to keep getting pregnant, so I’m guessing that it’s quite enjoyable). But then there’s 9 months (7 1/2 if you’re lucky like and have your kids born 6 weeks early) of… well, a whole lot of uncomfortableness. ‘s bellybutton disappeared – didn’t pop out, just… went smooth. And then there’s her comment from last week – I’d be nice to be able to roll over in the middle of the night without help. I can see where that might be annoying.
I. want. news.
It’s so not coming for hours. I am having a hard time being patient today. So, as a distraction, I’ll post some Christmas tree pictures….