My last visit at the doctor was different than usual. I had to change doctors because Dr Hartt wouldn’t follow me to Timmins (damn him and such). So my new doctor is an actual OB/GYN, not a family doctor. He looked at my chart and my previous tests/ultrasound and told me that my due date is not September 9th, but the 15th (a week later). However, I KNOW WHEN IT ALL BEGAN, so to speak, and that will put me at 41 weeks. Regardless, I don’t think the baby cares about a date and he/she will come whenever he/she feels like it…Hopefully by the 9th, or at least by the 15th so that Mom doesn’t freak out about coming to Timmins too early and missing her grandchild.
And this summer thing is proving to be extremely boring. I have not had a complete summer off since grade 8, and I really don’t know what to do with myself. Everyone is working, the house is all clean and organized (save the office, which I maintain is Tony’s job). I know I could get creative and crafty, but even the idea of that bores me because I will be sitting there doing it by myself with Mr Dash trying to eat the scrapbook or something of the like.
And without the good old reliable TBS on our cable, there’s not much on the tube (except Bring Home Baby and Baby Story, which I will be living out in a month and a half). So sleeping is the best viable option to pass the time.
If the baby would let me sleep! It wakes me up every night between 4:00 and 5:00 am to make me go pee, and then starts kicking and turning and shifting, making it really difficult to fall back asleep. Preparing me, I guess.
So it is now 11:41 am, and writing this entry has taken up 11 minutes of my day. Maybe Baby Story is on TLC…must go check…