Most people tell me that spring is the perfect time to give birth. Summer is too hot to carry all that weight. Winter is fine, and is the season I’d prefer because with a newborn I’m already stuck in the house anyway, nursing and watching Golden Girls reruns. There are too many Catholic holidays in the spring and with my mom arriving in a month and a half (A MONTH EARLIER THAN MY DUE DATE) I’m probably going to guilted into taking her to Dress Barn on a Thursday because she’s afraid that it’ll be closed on Good Friday. I have told her that I live in Washington and not Vatican City, but still.
I’ve also reached this point in my pregnancy when I am filled with preparation anxiety. Thanks to very generous friends and luck-of-the-draw freecycle ads, I’m set on clothes, bottles and some other gear. I have forgotten how much room baby gear consumes and with our tiny house I have had to turn away anything that didn’t have an immediate purpose, no matter how cute it is.
It’s hard for me to sleep now. Pregnancy insomnia couldn’t have come at a worse time because the upgraded cable package promotion is expiring soon (all premium channels plus the NFL Ticket) which means I’ll never know if those Alien Wang Warriors ever made it to their home planet safely! I mean, they were on their third mission! Cliffhanger! Now I’ll have to play Super Mario Bros until I get out of this stupid winter world level. I hate it in the face.
How have you been lately?