OK OK UNCLE!!!

Here I sit writing at a belly width distance from the keyboard... still.

ha ha. But seriously. This is getting really old fast. Morale is hopelessly down in the Gadoury camp today. The thought of actually performing my own homemade c-section has crossed my hormone-laden mind.

Payday is tomorrow so I can at least continue with my retail therapy as needed. But, hurricane Katrina, or what's left of her is headed towards Ottawa - no joke! We're supposed to get over 100 mm of rain - more than we get per month - tomorrow. Will Baby Stinker decide to make her debut in a blinding rainstorm?? The way things are going with this girl, I'll have her on the roof of our house when the flood waters swell uncontrolled.

"Hey, anybody got some string to tie off the cord??"
"maybe, a zodiac?..."

So we continue to be sitting, waiting, wishing for this to done.
40 weeks and 2 days.

*sigh*

*pregnant pause*

*sigh*

38 wks.

*sigh*

38 wks and a day actually.

*sigh*

I've convinced everyone that my due date is actually today, so they are all calling and are surprised to hear that the critter is still on the inside.
Said "critter" is quickly running out of room and my irritable uterus likes to contract just for the hell of it... especially nightly starting at about 7:30 on until bedtime.

"BABY!!!!! Come on out!!"

I miss peeing more than a thimblefull at a time.

I'm so sorry that I seem to be so self-involved lately. I'm stuck in my little pregnant bubble spewing complaints like old faithful. It's just so preoccupying to be inhabited and be reminded almost every waking moment of that fact... it's hard to forget between heartburn, waddling, not being able to breathe or eat a full meal without feeling like revisiting it shortly after, or what about "somebody's" little monkey toes burrowing between your ribs??? See, I can't help myself.

sorry.

I am truly thankful that she's healthy and her toes are indeed present and accounted for... and I know that all these "discomforts of gestation" are all worth it in the end. I've heard it said "Enjoy the ride." Well, Ok. I did. The ride is now over, the cotton candy machine is shut off and the carnies have gone home!!!!!

Where has the summer gone??

Yes, I have been AWOL for what seems like an eternity.

Between not having time, not wanting to haul my overly-pregnant butt down the stairs, and then the kicker- forgetting my username and password (to add to the indignities). I guess you snooze you lose... the blog that is - I have nothing at all to lose from snoozing. ( nothing I can justify as worthwhile anyway!)

I am now 37 weeks along and chomping at the bit to get going and put all this nasty labour and delivery stuff behind me. Unfortunately, nadda.

I have been contracting quite uncomfortably for the last three days with no results, just discomfort Hahahahssshhhaaaaahhhhaahahahahah, yeah. It's starting to get a tad annoying for myself and those around me.

1. I'm starting to get grouchy - more than the usual pregger bi-polar stuff.
2. They get excited and disappointed in the same breathe.
3. Dad's on a tight schedule and would like to be here and I may be giving false hope when I mention my state of affairs when they get regular and then I move and then they stop.... argh.
4. Out comes the usual parade of things to encourage labour - spicy food, rubbing certain pressure points, vigorous sex? - one of which my sig other is boycotting saying "this baby will come when she's ready..." ( We'll see how cooperative he becomes when point #1 kicks into full gear...)

"all right , all righ!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Just shut UP!!!"

hee hee.