It’s just so WEIRD, this part. I’m so tired, it seems, all the time. I’m at school right now, two cups of tea into me and could just PASS OUT at my desk if I allowed myself. And yet, i’m getting so excited to get to the end of the pregnancy part, and start with the parenting part.

The weather has been glorious, and I remember anticipating this spring, last fall, and how it would be such a great time to have a baby. The weather this week ismaking that all the more real to me. I wonder if any of the bulbs I planted last spring will pop up this year.

Yesterday, I met a local mom from ADL at the bagel shop, which was very cool. It was the first in person, local conversation I’d had that I didn’t feel like a freak. She is using a sling with her 4week old, and apparently gets lots of comments, and one of the downtown shops (that really, I thought would know about them since the one wrap I’ve ever seen in use was on one of their former buyers…) apparently wants to start stocking them after seeing it in action. It was also neat to look at the litle 4week old and think that I am really close to having one of those myself. It seems so far off and weird and surreal, and to be at the bagel shop as such a …. grown up — me, all pregnant and the mom with her tiny baby, as opposed to the way-back days of hanging out in a large group of high school kids that may or may not be skipping school at any given moment.  I also got the scoop about the hospital, and that there’s at least one great nurse, and one annoying night nurse. 

After the bagel shop (mmmm), I went to the Y for the aqua class. I was sort of dreading it, the warm weather had me feeling hot and sticky (HOLY SHIT, am I glad I’m not pregnant in the summer…) and the pool is always soooo warm, but the thought of weightlessness for an hour won out. Amazingly, the pool was cool and refreshing. Not that they’d changed the temperature, but just that the relative temperature to outside or the individual or whatever makes it just-right. After the pool, I ran out to get my mom’s birthday present, and ended up crashing on the couch for a half hour or so, until my parents showed up at the door. We went and got my mom a new digital camera (hers, whichis exactly like mine, went haywire over the weekend and she wanted a smaller one anyway, but it now has me all paranoid that my camera will die at the WORST POSSIBLE TIME ever. Of course, I would imagine I could probably get hooked up relatively quickly by my dad. BUT STILL. PARANOIA.) and then took her to dinner at the Texas Roadhouse, where, I hate to admit it, I actually enjoyed the food. I evenhad — gasp! — steak. I last had steak in, oh, September? When we told my folks about the widget? and before that, yeaaaars ago. Anyway, the steak was good, and the house salad was really one of the best house salads I’ve ever had. usually they are limp white iceberg lettuce and some carrot shavings, but this had great greens and tomatoes and hard boiled egg and cabbage, and YUM.  My folks took me home, Dave came home from his dinner out with friends and we hung out a bit before his gaming night, and I went to bed relatively early.

Today, i was supposed to teach one of my prof’s classes, as he was supposed to be going to Penn State for a conference, buthe had to back out when he had a major plumbing emergency at his house, so I’m here, in a windowless room on a gorgeous day, trying desperately to stay awake. I have class tonight, and tomorrow I have a GD appt, but my numbers are really good (steak, salad, and steamed veggies are GREAT for the GD diet, apparently…) so I hope I dont have to argue too much with the nutritionist.  I also plan on running some errands — getting groceries, getting my oil changed, cleaning out my car and maybe vacuuming it (there’s still pine needles in  the cargo area from our christmas tree….) getting the dishes done and such… and then Amy will be arriving to help with the baby room, which will be SO WEIRD, and again, making it feel like it’s coming at me like a train. The shower is Sunday, which I’m looking forward to, and from that point we’ll know what we need to buy ourselves. That sounds sort of greedy, but that’s how it is. My wedding gifts were luxuries, nothing we needed, but stuff that replaced or supplemented what we had. We NEED onesies, you know? And a swing and packnplay (and now ten people will say, "no you don’t!" but the one piece of advice Dave got at work was "GET A SWING," so for him, we NEED it, and for us, the PNP is to be our downstairs baby station, since we don’t have a bathroom on the first floor, etc, I NEED a place to plop the baby when I’m running to the bathroom, or changing laundry, or what have you.).

I also want to get to Portland one last time before the widg arrives, to see Amy’s boys, to have one last night away, alone, and for one last run to the real BRU, just in case there’s something I can’t get here.

Oh, and then I hve to finish all my school stuff, too.

Good lord, i just want to nap.