Once again, a great big thank you to all my adorable friends who have taken Peawhistle into their homes for months on end in an effort to save us all from a world of more destruction, chaos, and tears. But now it's time for a new era of destruction, chaos, and tears, and that era will come in the form of my mother flying in on Sunday to stay with us until the baby is born and then afterwards for a week or two, or until the police are summoned, whichever comes first.
My blood pressure, as I've exlained to a few of you over the past two days, has reached the end of its healthy limits. It is assumed it will pass into unhealthy territory very soon, and thus they have strongly suggested without argument from me that I begin fetal assessment testing twice a week until the birth. This put the Husband and I in a bind childcare-wise, which left us our only option left: call the Beloved Mother for help. And help she will give. In copious amounts no doubt. This "help" also means that the activities that I see as relaxing (such as writing like this) are not activities that she would see as relaxing, despite the fact that it keeps me sane and alone and quiet and all those wonderful things. No, my mother will likely insist I sleep 19 hours a day if at all possible, and if not, I'll simply be padlocked in my room until she's determined I'm relaxed enough to come out, i.e., never. So I can't imagine I'll be writing a whole heck of a lot in the month to come. I'll try to sneak in here on occasion--if nothing else, I feel an overwhelming need to check my email at least once a day--perhaps when I've been able to successfully overwhelm her and tie her up and/or completely knock her out (in a totally legal I-know-her-so-it's-totally-OK kinda way).
Anyway. That's that. Thanks again to my dear friends for all your help and please allow me to bring you a dinner and/or dessert of your choosing. Otherwise I'm going to make a fabulous meal that will get thrown through your front glass window, and trust me, no one wants that. Least of all you, because I'll be damned if I'm cleaning that mess up.
Wish us all luck in the coming month and pray no one dies in the process of us all loving each other too much and crap.
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Ah, family togetherness time! Don't you hope that "Families Can Be Together Forever" doesn't mean we literally have to spend ALL of eternity in close proximity to each other? I think my mother and I would kill each other (if we could actually die, that is.)
Today I read you before Nienie. Yes, I love you that much! I am sorry to hear that you will be on an extended timeout with your mom in town. I will keep you in my prayers:) I am excited to see your baby, however.
I can't believe this baby is coming soon. It seems like you've only been prego a couple weeks.
Abby it is time you buy a laptop!!! Then you can sit locked up in your room in perfect contentment. So go on be a rebel! Send Jim to go shopping for you!
Now I feel bad because when PW was begging to stay at our house a little longer this week, I promised her she could come back again next week. Great. Now she'll think I'm a liar. She's welcome any time, I hope you know that, so if you have any babysitting needs come up, if your mom needs a break, etc, don't hesitate to give us a call.
man oh man, do i understand the "MOTHER COMING TO TOWN". i cringe just thinking about it. good luck my friend. good luck.
I'm with Ryann. Get yourself a laptop and then she will believe you are sleeping for 19 hours a day while you are secretly posting funny stories about her! You need to do it now!
I would love to just demand a laptop at any time because I feel I need it to entertain me; honestly, I've wanted a laptop for ages. But convincing the Husband to pay $1000 so I can be more entertained in bed? No. Not going to happen.
"pray no one dies in the process of us all loving each other too much and crap."
You crack me up. This is going to be my new Google status.
I hope all goes well :) and that you're able to come post once in awhile. Maybe ask your mum to take the kids out for a meal, and then sneak on? ;)
Abby there are thse new notebooks called ebooks maybe? tERRY WANTS ONE BUT they are only $300. Basically hasd the internet and word. Might be an option.
And that spider was nearly the size of my palm!
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