I am currently concentrating all of my physical and psychic energy on having a baby before Monday. I'm not sure that labor can be accomplished by sheer force of will, but I'll let you know in a few days. You have now been warned: any words not focused directly at Me Having This Baby This Weekend become nonsensical and are immediately forgotten. Don't try to talk me down, just, you know, beware. I will probably snap at you, and then tell you why it's your fault that I'm snappy, if you try to talk to me about, say, taxes or dinner or Santa Claus (because Christmas is a LIFETIME away. SO MANY THINGS will happen in my life before Christmas). Conversely, if YOU are not interested in every minute detail of all of my schemes for Having This Baby This Weekend, I will be personally and deeply offended. You've been dealt an unfair hand, I know, but you can't say that you weren't warned.
Just be glad you aren't my husband right now.
So, I wrote this a few hours ago. Since then I've had a minor breakdown. The long and short of it is - I don't feel well. And I haven't felt well, really, in nine months, but there's been a steep decline in the past 72 hours. Yesterday afternoon I thought for sure that we would be at the hospital by now, but, alas, it was a false alarm. So. Here I sit, waving my white flag at God, acknowledging how little control I have over this. Okay. I give.
Now for the birth
of a blog. Asher may not be here yet, but, with the help and creativity of his dad, he already has a voice in the blogosphere. www.asherpaul.wordpress.com.
With that, I'm off to eat a hamburger. Happy Friday to you.