I had my thirty-four week appointment this morning. How the heck did I get to thirty-four weeks anyway? It seems like I just took the test and found it positive…

I asked the doctor if she could tell which way the baby was pointing, and she said that it does feel like it is head down! Yay! It seems that I am hearing mention of breach babies requiring external versions or c-sections if attempts to turn them fail all over the place these days, and it was starting to make me a little paranoid.

It’s such a relief.

I’ve been trying to figure out which way the baby was going on my own for a bit now, but I just can’t tell. I’d been feeling a lot of kicks up near my ribs, so I thought that maybe our bambino had turned head down, but I feel strange bumps in other places too so I’m not sure what are actual kicks and what are elbows or knees jabbing me.

M keeps teasing me that I can’t tell my own baby’s head from its ass.

I bought a bunch of new potatoes at the grocery store yesterday.

They are sitting in my cupboard right now tantalizing me with the knowledge that they will be so soft and good when I eat them. I’ll eat them with margarine most likely, and maybe I’ll sprinkle on just a little bit of rosemary…

But..

I’m still sick and miserable and it’s so damn hot in hear that the thought of turning on the stove and having to go back in the kitchen near it’s heat periodically to see if they are done just seems like too much..

Is this the epitome of laziness?

I thougth that my darling husband was downstairs watching TV. However, I just wandered down there in search of a glass of water, and the lights and TV were off, and there was no husband to be found.

Grrr. Color me annoyed.

He did wander up here briefly a little bit ago, so I’m sure that when he comes home from getting a coke or whatever it is he is doing he will claim that he told me he was stepping out for a bit and that I must not have been paying attention.

The part that ticks me off the most? He didn’t bother to ask if I wanted anything from wherever it was he was going.

I am inordinately proud of myself for getting this riddle within three seconds of looking at it. Usually I can never get those stupid things.

This almost rivals the satisfaction that finally seeing one of those stupid 3-D pictograms gave me.

However, lest you worry about the state of my ego, I will note that I am considerably less proud of the fact that I had to look up the correct spelling of the word “inordinately.”

Solved riddle => ego +1
Can’t spell simple word => ego -1

It all balances out.

I was enjoying the nice, cool, rainy summer we are having. No more! It’s too damn hot now. Eighty-one degrees today, but it feels even hotter. Air conditioning, air conditioning, my kingdom for some air conditioning! I’m all sweaty and gross and miserable. I have the fan on about two feet away from me, but it’s just blowing warm air at me.

I put my neck out somehow too. Now it and my head both hurt. I’ve been sitting around with an ice pack on the back of my neck, but it only helps a little, though it is also good for cooling me down some.

To top it all off, my darling husband must have decided that being pregnant and uncofortable in the middle of summer isn’t enough suffering for me, so he went and gave me a cold. My nose is stuffed up and my throat and ears hurt.

It just plain sucks to be me right now.

So Alanna left me a comment, and I noticed she linked to her site which I hadn’t visited a while, so I clicked, and yay, she’s blogging again.

What’s the obvious thing to do when someone you like starts returns to the world of blogging? Why, steal an idea from her, of course.

I’ve been meaning to go through one of those lists of banned books and mark which ones I’ve read (banned books lists tend to pretty much agree with my ideas of what books everyone should read), but I never get around to it, so I’ll save that idea for the next banned books weeks and for now I’ll use this list of the top 100 English novels of the twentieth century since others already have.
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Misunderstanding is my cornerstone. It’s everyone’s, come to think of it. Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization.

Barbara Kingsolver The Poisonwood Bible, Page 532

I should be cleaning something - my house is a wreck as usual - or writing something or perhaps finally uploading the entry I wrote ages ago about the hospital tour. I did try to, by the way, but something happened to the disk between the laptop and here, and this computer now refuses to read it. I just haven’t gotten around to finding a new disk.

I’m too hot and tired to do anything that requires more than passive absorption on my part, however. I can read or watch TV or listen to music, but that’s really about it. Being creative just seems like far too much effort.

I’ve been rereading The Poisonwood Bible tonight having earlier fished it out of a yet to be unpacked box while looking for a pair of shoes I hadn’t worn since last summer. Yes, packing was rather random in our last move.

I’ve read it at least a dozen times, but it’s one of those wonderful books that every time I open it, I find something new. Tonight I opened it to a random spot about halfway through and read to the end. Now I plan to start at the beginning and read to where I started last. I do that a lot with this book. I do that a lot with most books that I love.

I haven’t actually read this book backwards yet, but it would be an apropriate book to read that way. If you’d read it, you’d understand that.

Auto response from Lanna: I’m naked! Wet and naked! In da shower! I’m wet and naked in da shower!

Hee! Alanna always has the best away messages. I usually just have the boring “I’m away from my computer” because I can never think of anything else to say.

I’m still here. I just seem to have fallen out of blogging again.

I’m trying to make a site for the baby, except I haven’t really done anything for it yet. I want a place where I can put links to all my pregnancy posts now and baby updates and pictures after the birth later. The part I’m stuck on is the design.
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I’m blaming this one on placenta brain, although we all know it doesn’t take being pregnant for me to be an idiot.

I just drove all the way across town for my doctor’s appointment and rushed in apologizing for being five minutes late.

I knew that I had an appointment today because I knew that my next appointment was schedule for a Wednesday and I am now supposed to go in every two weeks and my last appointment was two weeks ago. I also knew that my next appointment was on the sixteenth because that is what my appointment reminder said. The thing I didn’t know was that today wasn’t, in fact, the sixteenth.

Well, at least it turns out that rather than being five minutes late I was actually a week less five minutes early. I hate being late; though I should be used to it by now as my hatred of being late doesn’t seem to make me show up on time.

Oh crap..

Last night I finally got around to writing about the hospital tour. It’s really long and took forever to write, but then I was too tired to move it over from the laptop and post it before I went to bed. I meant to this morning, but I forgot.

No time now. M is standing in the doorway going “aren’t you ready, yet?”

Sunday night, I promise.

Just downloaded a bunch of pictures, but no time to post them now.

I’m heading out to the inlaws for the weekend. Let me tell you, I am so not looking forward to the long drive.

Back Sunday night.

I actually already have, I believe.

It’s an article on Salon that I find rather funny. The summary:

It didn’t support the war, it’s soft on pot and gays, its economy is rolling and U.S. troops are bored. Anyway, reasons to invade countries are no longer needed!

If you’re not a Salon member (I’m not), you need to click to watch a very short ad and they will give you a free pass for the day.

Why the US Must Invade Canada — now.

Last night I dreamed that the baby came, but somehow it was just as healthy as a full term baby even though it was ten weeks early (oh my God.. only ten more weeks), so we could bring him/her home right away..

But in my dream, it was still now, so I didn’t have most of the stuff that we need for a baby. I mean, I have a few items of baby clothes because I found some brand name stuff at a garage sale a little while ago that looked like it had never been worn and was only a dollar or so an outfit for stuff you’d be paying twenty for in the store so I just had to buy it. And we have a cradle and a swing because a friend gave them to us.

But in my dream I was totally freaking out because we didn’t have a carseat to take the baby home in or a stroller and I hadn’t made the sling yet (I plan on making my own) and we didn’t have any diapers or any of the first aid stuff you’re supposed to have on hand…

I woke up with this strong urge to hit the baby stores and the fabric stores and get sewing.

So a few hours I was sitting on the couch downstairs reading the paper when for some reason I started thinking about baby movements, and from there I started trying to remember if I’d felt the baby move yet today, and I couldn’t remember any baby movements…

So I’d just about managed to convince myself that the baby hadn’t moved yet today, and I was just thinking that maybe I should phone in and go get checked when I had the sudden realization that the entire reason I’d started thinking about baby movements in the first place was that…. the baby was actually moving right then and had been for a few minutes.

*sigh* I’m an idiot. I’d rather be an idiot than have an acutal problem, though. So thank goodness for that.

I guess that at this point I’m just so used to the baby moving that I don’t actually notice the little movements any more. If they are big kicks or if I am actually paying attention to them, then I do notice. But with little movements it’s generally been like it was in this case lately - I subconsciously notice the movement and so it will often make me think of the baby, but I don’t actually register it…

I’d worry less if I paid more attention.

It’s been a while since I did one of these here.. most likely because they are rather stupid and there are way too many out there.. but here we go

You represent… apathy.
You don’t really show any emotion. You can be
considered cruel and cold, but you just don’t
really care about anything. This is just the
way you are… you’re quite a challenge to get
close to, and others may perceive you as
boring.

What feeling do you represent?
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Happy Canada day, everyone!

There were about a zillion free pancake breakfasts around here this morning, but we slept in and missed them all. M has the day off work, of course.

I’m not sure what our plans for the day are. We’ll probably get out to some of the events at some point, but it’s hot out, and I hate crowds, so probably not too much.

Fireworks tonight sound better to me. They are pretty late though; it stays light so long here that it’s not dark enough for them until eleven or so. Even then, it’s not the full on darkness that fireworks look best in.