1. Tom just got home from his catering job, and told me “So, uh, someone gave me their number tonight,” which is kind of a strange thing to tell your pregnant wife. Before I could say anything, he handed it to me. Turns out that someone named Charles is very into the tall dark and handsome look. *snort*
4. I really overdid it today and am feeling it in my back and legs. Tom had not seen Ella in a few days (other than when she was sleeping) since he is working so much, so we bussed it downtown and met him for lunch. Somehow I forgot that I am 40w pregnant, that my toddler weighs nearly 30 lbs, that it was snowing, and that it would run into naptime. Hmmm. Ella had fun though, since she got to ride the BUSBUS! and play at the Children’s Museum while we waited for Tom.
Plus, she got to see her dad, shared an ice cream cone with me, and got to kiss this fish. Life is good in toddler land.
5. Ever since we’ve been home I’ve had mean contractions, but I’ve given up timing them, or even paying attention to them (easier said than done). I realized today that part of my anxiety is that Cathy lives an hour away, in a secluded area, and it is snowing (and has been for days). Her usual hour commute would take longer in these conditions, and if I can’t gauge whether or not I am in labor, how can I be sure I will call her in time? She has reassured me numerous times, and would not have taken me on if she thought it was an issue (being a hour away) but it still makes me all jittery. Hopefully now that I realize what is frustrating me about this “is it labor” game, I can let it go, because I don’t like being impatient and sour. It’s not a very nice side of me.
6. Tomorrow is Knit Club, and OH do I need it. I am dropping Ella off with Pam beforehand, so it will be semi-relaxing, even if I am being punched in the cervix. Such is life.