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Monday, August 11, 2003
Is there anything to tell of note? Not really -- but then, when is there ever? I'm wilting by degrees now. Javier, who has been a paragon of good fatherhood, has been a champion, taking Galen to all manner of parks while I stay at home and try not to spend the day sleeping. I am fortunate in that I'm not having trouble falling asleep at all. Sure, TURNING OVER can eat up a decent percentage of the night. And I've come to learn that if I'm going to exert the effort to actually switch sides, there's nothing to be done but just get up and pee too, since that will invariably be the next thing to wake me up. But when I'm sleeping I'm sleeping, and there's not really any conceivable limit to how much of that I'm capable of at the moment. As opposed to activity. I feel like someone switched off my power supply and gave me a couple of half-strength ray-o-vacs to get me through the next few weeks. I have manic bursts of energy lasting about 1 - 5 minutes, which allow me to, say, read a magazine, choose "print," and even empty the dishwasher on occasion. Pretty much everything else leaves me soaking in sweat and drained to the point of forgetting language skills.
On the brighter side, the OB tells me that I'm "thinning nicely" and about 1cm dilated. Which is great -- that means 1 less to deal with at the moment of truth. I've been working on mental imagery of flowers opening and the like, but I decided to chill out on that for a little while, since the due date is still 3.5 weeks away. I'll wait another week or so, then go for broke. My last day at work is scheduled to be August 22nd, two weeks before the due date. It would be pretty tremendous to have the baby that weekend. But not before, since Mich is coming into town and has promised us a trip to Trader Joe's in her car. Some things are really important...
posted by Dorothy 3:10 PM
