Some whine with that cheese.

For the past eight and a half months I’ve prided myself on being a non-whiny pregnant person.  (I still don’t count the two weeks pre-IUI as part of the pregnancy, regardless of traditional counting methods, and you already know how I feel about the ten month pregnancy tally.)  I stand up and sit down without assistance, I carry things for myself and when people ask how I’m doing, I consistently smile and tell them that I feel like rainbows and butterflies.  Or something to that effect.  Luckily this very easy pregnancy (though I have nothing to compare it to, I gather this is pretty much as easy as pregnancies come) has made my embargo on whining possible.

But now I’m sick with a very minor cold.  My head feels foggy, I’m tired, and my throat hurts.  And the combination of being sick and being exactly one week away from my due date makes me want to do nothing but curl up under a very heavy blanket and whine. 

WHINE. 

And that’s all I have to say for today.  So this, friends, will have to count as NaBloPoMo Day 4.

(And yes, I would like some more whine with that cheese.  Thank you very much.)

Borrowed time.

NaBloPoMo, Day 2

Today was a perfectly ordinary, if busy, Saturday in almost every way.

Sea and I slept in until the luxurious hour of 9am. We went to the mall in search of a Christmas outfit for Bingo, our first dedicated shopping trip for new baby clothes. (Between hand-me-downs and the secondhand store around the corner, we haven’t needed much.). We helped a friend move into a new apartment, though I was banned from heavy lifting. I made four dozen cupcakes for an event. I put on a bow tie. I’m currently writing this post on my phone as I travel across the city to another friend’s birthday party.

A perfectly ordinary Saturday that, in many ways, feels anything but. Having believed until less than two weeks ago that Bingo would be making a forced early entrance into the world, and having been told a week and a half ago by Dr. Selleck that an ECV with an accompanying induction or c-section was in the cards for this past week, today feels unexpected. This ordinary Saturday feels like borrowed time: appreciated moments as an individual and as a family of two before ordinary permanently shifts.

(Disclaimer: I know how lucky we are to be having Bingo. Though I appreciate today, I’m obviously also excited and grateful for this upcoming shift in ordinary!)