I was reduced to whining yesterday afternoon with the self-conscious pain of boredom and severe waiting-itis. Georgia looked at me incredulously and said, "Mom, you're whining!". I said, "I know, isn't it awful? Sometimes even grown-ups whine." We had some releif with Liza coming over to visit us for a little while to retreive her Mr. Potatohead's shoes, but for the most part it was a painful afternoon. I've been thinking it's better for me mentally to feel prepared and waiting all the time so that when it is the moment I go into labor, I don't feel shocked, suprised, and then scared. Desire cancels out fear with that strategy. And when I got myself to not feel all wait-y and anticipatory and then I started having contractions, I was terrified because I felt like I wasn't ready and didn't want to be labor or having a baby at that particular moment. But keeping up with the waiting mode is very tiring, especially as the week drags on. Happily it's Friday and this weekend is Cake Night. Hey, Maya was born during a Cake Night (though not AT Cake Night)! I just remembered that! Cool! I'll try not to be superstitious about that though because it could be another long dragging week before Teresa's ready to join us out here.
Today's distractions: Quilting Teresa's quilt more closely now that I have a walking foot, trying to cook roasted potatoes like Zivar does, playing with post it notes.
Posted by Bahiyyih at February 18, 2005 11:13 AMOoh, I remember this part. Hang in there, Bahiyyih!
Posted by: Suzanne at February 18, 2005 01:52 PMWe love you! We're there with you. We promise not to call and ask how you're doing (unless you want us to, of course).
Posted by: Nana & Layli at February 18, 2005 09:32 PM