So it seems that our little “f” (note the excessive use of the word “little,” did you know Avery was 9lbs 8oz?) has a sense of humor or a healthy competitive side. My doctor penciled me in for an induction tomorrow. After weeks of false starts I am now in about the fifth hour of contractions…it is beginning to feel like a game of chicken between her arrival and a pitocin drip. Cross your fingers that the little rascal beats the little bit of medicinal intervention.
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There is a little bistro in town, 132 Glen Bistro, that is simply always spot on perfect when it comes to food. Granted, I’m no foodie, but I do know a great dish cooked with fresh local foods when I taste it. After a trip to Lowe’s to buy tiles for the bathroom (What? You thought a little thing like an imminent birth would stop the fools at Chez Wink from rolling up their sleeves and tangling with the homeowner’s beast of burden? Pshaw! Ahem, I am a big talker. Grandma and Sean are doing the work. I can lift heavy stuff and work a table saw like nobody’s business, but words like grout and mortar make my palms sweat.) Anyway, we popped into…
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Let’s put that at the top of the list of stuff NOT to say to a pregnant woman.A couple of days may not be much to you, Miss Thang in your trim cut top and super tall sandal wedges and you Mr. I-haven’t-been-carrying-another-human-for-over-nine-months. “Let’s give it a week and then we can begin to investigate our options.” Really, “give it a week,” and “our options?” Umm, yeah, don’t meant to sound sour, but I am approaching the point of eyeing the Dyson and thinking, “Just how well does that puppy really suck?” So, the update for those of you dear souls checking in on the ETA for lil “f,” is that I am ready as far as measurements etc go, but have not “spontaneously…
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So we took the girls to the park for our nightly let’s see if we can get mom to break her belly exercise. I was on the swings with Briar and a boy, maybe about seven, pedaled his bike over to us. “I thought I was the only one here,” he said looking up at the sky. Briar began to preen and blush on her swing, “What’s that kid doing?” “He’s riding his bike,” I told her with a smile, feeling mostly charmed by the playground flirtation. He rolled back and forth on his bike for a minute, never looking at us and then saying, “You are pregnant. You are going to have a baby.” I looked at him smiling, “Yes, I am.” Briar…
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One hour and 56 minutes from now, little “f,” will be late. Already she is taking after me. Sigh. More news soon…maybe.
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