No baby yet.
But that’s probably a good thing.
With another snowstorm forecast this week. (My mom’s flight today was cancelled due to the weather, so she will be flying in on Saturday.)
Despite my complete lack of enthusiasm for yet another snowstorm, there’s something infectious about the laughter of a 20-month-old boy looking out the window first thing in the morning, shout-giggling with delight, “‘NOOOO! [snow]”
And with both kids coming down with the stomach flu this week–well, that’s not exactly something you want to share with a newborn. So despite the ridiculous contractions and the shooting hip pains, I suppose it’s good to be almost 39 weeks pregnant.
I will spare you the flu-details, and just say: it has not been a fun week.
- LOTS of mopping (why did she think it would be a good idea to take off the diarrhea-underwear in her room and march naked and crying to the bathroom??)
- MANY loads of laundry (there was THAT much food in the little tummy?? and honey, why did you give her milk when she’s sick?)
- EXTRA baths for the kids (My poor poor poor children, it is so pitiful to see them in their beds with their hair covered with . . . well, you know!) . . .So it has been a busy week, though I haven’t felt like I’ve accomplished much outside of my clean-up duty.
Really, if extra activity were going to bring on labor, I should have delivered several times this week!
Mara’s after-dinner commentary tonight: “Throw up is made possible by consipations [contributions] to this PBS station by viewers like you.”
Thank you, viewers!
Does this say we’ve experienced too much stomach flu? or watched too much PBS kids?