She moves in her own way
Sep. 5th, 2007 10:12 pmNumber of huge fuckoff spiders on bedroom ceiling: 0
Number of huge fuckoff spiders on bedroom ceiling five minutes ago: 1
Number of huge fuckoff spiders removed from bedroom ceiling today: 2
Number of huge fuckoff spiders removed from bedroom ceiling in the last two days: 3
Not loving this. Anyway, spiders aside, I am productive again! I got my wardrobe pieces out of the box today, which is a huge leap forward to my way of thinking. And there are actually less fiddly bits than I thought there would be, probably due to scale being larger. So I'll probably tackle that tomorrow.
Enrolled at college. Last time I enrolled at college, it took over a month, involved three visits, endless queuing, about twenty forms, photos taken and three trips to the cash office while they tried to get my fees right. Today? Five minutes and done. I signed two bits of paper and that was it. Bonus!
Scribble is still doing well, according to midwife. Apparantly, he/she has dropped a little bit and seems to be about ready for its head to engage in the pelvis. The idea of which squicks me somewhat, if I'm honest, but at least it really means that the end is in sight. All the books I've read say that the head engages about a week or two before delivery - I'm due four weeks today. But the midwife did say that even if he/she engages now, it could still go the four weeks. I'm just hoping it'll be sooner rather than later, I think - I'm bored with waiting, bored with wondering what the sex is, what's going to happen when he/she arrives etc. Just want to get on with it, really. But mostly am hoping that the Scriblet will just shift down a bit so that it stops interfering with my bloody breathing! When you breathe from your diaphragm, its no fun when there's a baby pressing on it too, y'know? It's a minor complaint though. I mean, I haven't had to spend a penny on maternity clothes/bras as all my clothes still fit (and most are still too big, as Midwife pointed out today), I haven't had major sickness, most people still can't tell I'm pregnant and apart from some tiredness, I've largely been unaffected, physically. So, good baby! Lets hope it stays good once its popped.
Also, I had a random dream last night. Steve was grudgingly there with me the day the baby was due and we were just hanging out in a not-very-friendly manner. He was about to leave to go back in the RAF, I was apologetic because it wouldn't come on time. The barn we were in was on fire but we weren't freaked and people in flame-retardant suits were running over the walls and ceilings. People were playing rugby outside on my old rugby ground. Then he left, and the kid was just there (and very cute too! A little boy)...and I couldn't decide between the names Donovan and Darian. I mean, what? I suppose they're alright but its not like I've even considered either. Random. Pregnancy is proving awesome for giving weird vivid dreams.
OK, I need to sleep. An early morning up fighting spiders has left me dead all day. Tomorrow, I fight...wardrobes!
God, maternity leave is boring.
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Date: 2007-09-05 10:06 pm (UTC)That was not just boring, it was *painfully* boring. ;)
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