the waiting is the hardest part

If I were a bird I would be upside down, rump in the air, beak tucked under the egg, feathers rumpled, searching for a comfortable position. Physically I'm REALLY ready to give brith. However, no signs of labor yet. Other than I'm puffed up a bit like a marshmallow. Waiting, waiting, waiting...

Outside I hear J singing from time to time...this is the same J who played with the Klezmer band at our wedding. He plays the accordion (and every other instrument on earth) and works on the farm. It's quite lovely. Saturday at the market he played the song he played for our wedding processional. The baby liked it. I could feel him moving. Perhaps I'm breeding Klezmer musician?

Had a lovely visit with T & S and their charming ten-month-old G. What a great baby. It was so good to see them all...and it was also good to see such a happy, easygoing baby. I am much less terrified of parenthood now. (Side note: I could swear I found notes in Lester's handwriting about the baby's dimensions and herbs Lester would use for stew--we must watch that nefarious tomcat. I suspect the worst of him when it comes to babies.)

Very little else to report. G's aunt got us a groovy, nice diaper bag, I hit the overstock store and picked up a few more odds and ends (a psychedelic-looking Gund cow for the baby to lay on; an alligator rattle, some hooded towels...), work is picking up a bit which means I'm getting paid and not losing leave right now.

Life is good. But I'd like to have my feet back to normal size, thanks. My big, loose shoes leave marks. Oy. BP is still good; gall bladder calm.

So...really the story hasn't changed.

Still gestating!