Monday Morning.

I've been up since 5:30. It's now 8:20. I'm hot, I'm tired, I'm sweaty, I'm contracting. I need to get ready for work. Good times. Really good times.

Wow. I don't know. I don't feel good. I haven't felt good in days though. I was looking over my old, previous-pregnancy blog last night and things are looking/feeling a lot like they were about a week prior to labor last time around. The complaints are the same; the comments from friends and co-workers are the same. With Suzie, the Thursday prior to labor (which came on the following Thursday) began the "I don't think you'll make it through the weekend" comments. Those comments this time started last Thursday. My last scheduled day of work is next Wednesday; now I feel like I've kind of stuck myself into working longer than I might be comfortable. I mean, if the baby comes then I'm obviously done, I just don't know. I'll keep playing it by ear I guess. At this point, getting to work on time means getting in the shower in the next 20 minutes. I haven't decided if that's a possibility yet.

Oh--the good news is that I made it through operation "parental abandonment weekend" without going into labor. :) I even made it through without guilt tripping my mom about it, which I think I'm even more proud of. She was guilt-tripping herself pretty badly which made me feel bad. I mean, she made a silly choice to leave town so close to my due date but I think we were both kind of feeling like "this is mid-October, the birth isn't until mid-November--we've got tons of time!" When actually it's really more towards the end of October, the due date is more like the beginning of November and it looks like she's coming early...Anyway...

John also made it through the weekend without guilt tripping his mother for deciding to get wasted Saturday night when we'd asked her to be on call. Never mind that she lives 45 minutes away and we might be calling in the middle of the night. We both took partial--and I mean REALLY partial--responsibility for that one; in talking together afterwards we both admitted that we'd never specifically TOLD her not to get drunk. We'd both felt like that would have been an insult to her. Lesson learned. Well, a couple of lessons learned, really; but top-most I guess would be "don't trust an alcoholic not to get drunk." :( The really cool part was when she started drunkenly implying that we shouldn't assume she couldn't drive over here drunk just fine thank you very much. Cause THAT'S what we need; drunk mother in law careening over here to take care of my daughter at two in the morning. But enough of that. It's all typical alcoholic behavior. None of it's a surprise really. Just more a total downer.

Let's see, so, 20 minutes of sitting still has calmed the sweat and contractions. I think I'll take a shower and head to work. If it sucks I'll leave but it would be good to put in an appearance. Though I have no idea why, it's not like I need their approval...

Phrase of the day..."I don't know..."