Wednesday, February 27, 2008


And I've just heard, albeit unofficially - our first choice for preschool in September, the most normal, warm, traditional little preschool without the crazy money-donating parents - has no openings for the 4 year olds because every single three enrolled currently is staying.

Damn. My chances of having to send my 3 year old door-to-door selling wrapping paper and candles just increased by 30%.


So am currently a week away from Scheduled Baby Day - went to the OB today and she said nothing is happening, so that's good. If I have to have another C-section, I'd prefer it to be scheduled and not in the middle of the night.

I have been cutting back my usual schedule (which I fully admit is manic and freakish - plenty of people stay at home with their kids almost all week long..I get all neurotic if we spend one whole day in the house, and feel I MUST get him outside, even if it just to go for a walk.) but is still pretty strenuous, considering the size of this belly. I truly look like I have strapped a watermelon to my regular body, and while people say, "oh, you look FABULOUS, it's all in your belly.." I feel like a weeble that could tip over at any moment. Not to mention the icy fear of what my belly will look like after this. I'm going to be tucking that mother into my pants, for sure.

Anyway, I am still walking the boy to his preschool program, halfway across town, pushing 50+ pounds of stroller+kid+bag, but now when I get there I'm pretty much spent, and have to spend the majority of the class sitting there on the mommy bench. Or as I prefer to call it these days, the sleeping nanny bench, because for some inexplicable reason FOUR nannies, none of whom are past middle aged, plant themselves on said bench and NAP for the entire duration of the class. Which I suppose is ok, since their charges are occupied, but dude. Why do they need a nap at 9am? Plus, I have to wake them so I can sit my fat ass down and stop the Braxton Hicks so I don't have an anxiety attack that I'm going into labor right there at preschool.

Problem with this is that I have THINGS to do before the baby comes, important THINGS like get my eyebrows waxed and go pick up a thin robe for the hospital and make sure I have enough paper towels because god forbid my mother be here for four days without enough paper towels. Forget the fact that she can buy paper towels at four places within a two block radius of my apartment. I guess this is my crappy housewife version of nesting. And walking the few blocks to the Gap from school? Makes me feel like this baby is headbutting my pelvis. Ah, the joys.

And the other reason it bothers me? Is because soon enough getting out to run an errand is going to be a big, fat, complicated deal involving an infant, a toddler, a stroller, a sling, and who all knows what kind of accoutrements. Am getting nervous.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

it's the hormones

I cannot believe I haven't posted in weeks - I have about a zillion topics, too, ranging from stupid meaningless things that are driving me crazy to the fact that I am having big big Issues with hiring some help for after the baby is born - but I seem to spend all my free time either napping or reading other people's blogs. Maybe starting tomorrow I'll post some of them, as I am only 10 days away from baby day and Lawd knows there'll be no more posting after that for a while.

But I did want to just say that I went to see Juno (by myself, on NYs first snowstorm afternoon), as I had previously lamented that I spent my last movie day watching the heavy and dark Atonement. And it must be the hormones, because I cried in Juno, too. Cried at Juno. All is not right with the world, my friends.

Friday, February 8, 2008

not the boss of me

So my glucose test came back completely normal, and it turns out my last one was barely high. I left the dr and went to lunch, and then scouted around the Upper East Side bakeries and shops, trying to decide if I should have a celebratory cupcake or brownie or maybe some candy. And I ended up not really wanting anything.

So turns out I didn't really want the sugar and carbs, I just didn't want someone telling me I couldn't have them.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

pass the brownies

Today I had my 3,467th glucose test. Seriously, ALL DONE. Apparently my levels are coming back slightly elevated, but not enough to qualify as gestational diabetes. My doctor can either a: treat me for gb and have me on a restricted diet and monitoring my blood sugar or b: get the hell off my back for the last 4 weeks but I am not spending any more precious babysitting time sitting in a lab for 3 hours at a clip. And can I tell you? I don't know how people can do Atkins. No cookies, etc is one thing. But no fruit? No yogurt? And how many eggs can I possibly eat for breakfast? It just feels so....unhealthy. I have always listened to my body, always been thin and healthy, and this seems really unnatural and I don't know, fucking annoying.

Anyway - I had a big fat pity party for myself in the middle of the night last night, because I am up every hour to pee (from 11:40 to 3:40, then I sleep for two whole hours until 5:40 or so - every night, like clockwork) and my poor boy has yet another cold and so was up a few times in between there. I was working myself into a frenzy at that point, thinking of how uncomfortable I was and how little sleep I was getting and DAMN, I was thirsty and hungry and had to fast for this stupid test for the fourth time...... but at 6 I went back to sleep until 7:30 and when I woke up I was over it. Heh. Sure does make me look forward to getting up every two hours to nurse a newborn.

I do have one more little teeny rant but I think I'll save it for a separate post.

Monday, February 4, 2008


I was talking to one of my childhood friends today, about kids. He has three, and was saying that if he were younger he'd want to have one more. Then he said he'd love to be able to stay home with his kids....and I said, "You would??" His reply? "Hell yeah. What's my biggest worry, whether I should use the laundry detergent with bleach or without? I'd love it." Funny, because the hardest thing about staying home for me is feeling that all I have to think about is laundry detergent. All in your perspective, I suppose.