I have to say, I usually come away impressed with my writing skills.
Am I really that witty? Alas, only in the blogosphere where I can edit and re-edit to my hearts delight.
I'm past the 32 week mark in my pregnancy. I've got another appointment coming up next week. Another one of those pee-in-a-cup, get-uterus-measurement, hear-baby-heartbeat, say-hi-to- doctor, and then leave appointments. Ugh.
Then, starting in July, I'm at the doc's office every week. That's when things get really fun. Group-B Strep tests, exams to tell effacement, dilation, baby position. Whoo-hoo.
All this should be made extra fun with Katie in tow. Each appointment she climbs up onto a chair so that she can watch the nurse take her measurements and find the heartbeat. Not quite sure what I am going to do to distract her once "exams" start taking place. Sigh.
I had to go out and buy more stoopid prego clothes today. What the hell? I have no pants that are comfortable to wear besides these moo-moo looking things that I bought the last few weeks of Katie's pregnancy. It's embarrassing to leave the house with them on. So, I dropped $36 bucks on two pairs of sweatpant-type shorts and two shirts. I'm not sure these are any better than the moo-moo pants, but at least they are "sporty".
There's really nothing "sporty" about me at this point in time. Well, except my hair. I got it cut short at the end of May. It was the last drop-off day for Katie's preschool. I went and decided to treat myself to a hair cut since I was looking quite hippy-ish.
I noticed on the door that they took donations for "Locks of Love." I asked the woman if my hair was long enough. They require 11 inches. It was....barely. The lady gave me a nice Mommy-ish cut though.
Which reminds me, I have no prego pictures up in this here blog. I'll start working on that.
Thus ends The Post of No Point.
