Restless

Last night I couldn't stay awake, so I fell asleep around 8:30. I really should have just taken a nap and gotten up for a little while, but I never really do as I should, so instead I woke up a dozen times before finally rising just before 5am. My husband won't be up for several hours, and my father-in-law is the only one who gets up at this time. So I took a nice long shower and I've been putzing around on the internet, returning emails that I haven't gotten to and blogging. Sounds like fun, right? I know I'm going to be ready for a nap by 10am. I should just try to go back to sleep for a little while and get rid of my headache but the silence of the house is actually kind of nice. Perhaps I'll get some warmer clothes on and sit outside and visit with the dog on my own before the house wakes up and gets her riled with hopes of playing.

My induction (into the baby hall of fame)

So the news of the news is that I'm due Sunday. Okay, so that's not news. But what is news is that if Spencer does not decide he wants to grace us with his presence, he is coming out by Friday. Come hell or high water. :)

Also, I am no longer working. Hallelujah, praise the Lord. I feel there's no reason for working half a week before giving birth. I might as well take some time to myself before I have no time to myself.

Toodles!

the deal.

Okay, so here it is. I didn't vote yesterday. I thought about it very hard, and I decided that, being a registered Democrat, I didn't feel that I should be voting in a primary that doesn't count. My vote would have gone to Obama, by the way.

And I know my judgement, however thought out, backfired. First of all, I was not for Amendment 1, which passed by 63%. I should have gone to vote against it. I'm not sure it would have mattered, but I should have voted on it. And I'm sure the schools would have gotten their money without me too, but I should have voted for that one too.

But if Clinton won 50% of the votes and then they give back our delegates I'll be picketing somewhere. You can't change the rules after the game is played. They took our delegates away. It's not the candidates' fault, it's not the people's fault, it's the party's fault. And the party lost out on an important state. But it's over now, and I'll be goddamn if they're going to tell us that we don't matter and then put it back because someone likes how they ranked.

woo woo woo woo woo ... hangin' tough

An oddly appropriate title for the subjects at hand ... waiting for baby and .... wait for it .... an NKOTB reunion!

Okay, so the boys are going to be 35-40 years old, woohoo! ... this'll be awesome! I've read everything from that they are going to do a tour to that they'll just release a 20-year "best-of" album and do a tv special ...

I have to admit that I ran home and messaged a friend or two from my childhood on Facebook. And I told Christen by AIM who said he totally wants to go to that concert (though he's totally being sarcastic, but anyhow) ...

I am reminded about how when I was in college I came across a New Kids tape (yes, tape) for 50 cents and I bought it, listened to it, realized how incredibly terrible it was and didn't have the heart to throw it away. I left it on top of a garbage can at school hoping that it would bring someone else the nostalgic joy that it brought me.

In other news, baby still in tummy. Doctor's appointment on Thursday. Hopefully I'll get good news about tiny human forcing his way out soon.

My pupils are the only thing dilating

What, is that too much information? :)

Here's to hoping that I dilate quickly. Other April says Spencer isn't going anywhere because there is no baby pool so she put in for Jan 30 -- her logic? She was born on a Wednesday, so Wednesday babies are cool.

I was born on a Saturday, and from what I hear (read), in Bali "Saturday is a day of birth which contains elements of potentially bad spirits, like crow spirit, owl spirit, rooster spirit ... and puppet spirit." So that's what's wrong with me ... hehe.

Totally made me think of Suzanne

Feelin' cranky

I woke up so cranky today, and the happenings of the day are not making things go my way. I left my books at home so I have nothing to occupy my non-working time. I left my cash in the pocket of my pants from yesterday so I have nothing to put in the vending machine so I can't even have a Danish and relax. I wore a sweater to work thinking it was going to be chilly given that it rained all night and found that it was 67 degrees and getting warmer (Monday I was underdressed for the weather because Christen said it was a high in the 70s and neglected to say that it would start in the 40s). Thankfully I had thought to bring a change of shirt for the day just in case today, but I left everything else that would be helpful at home.

I also had high hopes on getting to work early; I have a doctor's appt on Friday and I try (try, try) to make up that time earlier in the week. Wasn't happening this morning; I was late instead, so now I have to make up that time instead. Blah! I wish I could afford to take the day off, and I'd go home and climb back into bed.

In other sunnier news ... it can't be too long now! Let me be done! Let me enjoy my child for a few months! Let me watch him play instead of rolling around in my tummy (which he does quite a lot of these days).

**update: I didn't get off work until 6:10pm. That means 9.75 hours at work plus lunch. No wonder I was crabby.