still... nuttin!
April 28, 2006 at 5:37 p.m.
I'd post if I had something interesting to say. but I have nothing interesting to say because this week has been one big waiting game. I'd love to tell you where we are going or what we are doing, but I have no earthly idea.
AAA. KKKKK!!!!!!!!
Jared has been busy - we now have a new deck. Both bathrooms have been painted. The kitchen is completely done. He planed a bunch of flowers.
And he's sure we're moving to Brazil. At least I think he's sure, I can't tell the difference between sure and excited about the possibility. Either way, I'm completely unsupportive.
It's terrible really, I've been really, REALLY sick the last few weeks and this one found me in bed most of the time. And the nightmares I have about giving birth are monumentally scary, and then there's the looooming possibility that not only will I be giving birth (WHAT THE HECK DID I GET MYSELF INTO?!?!?!) but I'll be doing it in another hemisphere of the earth, away from family and friends and doctors that have the same priorities as doctors here.
The more I find about about giving birth, the more I'm terrified. And then I find out what is common here as opposed to Brazil and I hyperventiliate. I don't WANT a cesarian and I still haven't found out if they use epidurals down there.
And then there's the places around here to give birth...
as opposed to what I've seen on the websites there...
Hey, apparently lots of people give birth. Who am I to freak out so much about it?
Reva, that's who.
So I don't know where or what to expect so I'm in denial about everything. I think it's getting to Jared - he's in the basement wailing on electric guitar. He gets that way when I'm driving him bonkers:)
Wow, I must REALLY be driving him up the wall. Now he's rocking on his drumset.
So to end this rant of nothing - here's a picture of me taken a few minutes ago (it's blurry, Jared was preoccupied with getting back to his geetar wailing) to show my fatness. Or lack of. I am 4 months preggo now, and still, nuttin.
The pants are a size bigger than what I was wearing. But they're loose. I promise I'm trying to eat better, I really am. I'm eating loads better than before the pregnancy, although that isn't saying much. Anywho, I'mm off for a weekend of ... heck, I dunno. With Jared around all the time, who needs a weekend, huh?
SUPERCRACK is STIILLLL wondering, waiting, etc.