I really have nothing to say today. Actually, I probably have plenty to say today, but it’s hot and I’m tired and my tush hurts when I sit and my groin hurts when I stand and I just don’t have the energy to truly blog. I could tell you how Doodles pulled a no-nap day yesterday and pretty much sent me over the edge and I had more than my share of bad mommy moments. I could tell you how Doodles and Adam just finished up a “Mommy and Me” kayaking class and now Doodles asks for “kayaking! kayaking! People in boats!” I could tell you how Doodles is actually developing a memory, and if you ask him what he did yesterday or this morning, he can tell you. I could tell you how he’s finally figured out how to get out of bed, and yesterday morning we were greeted by the pitter patter of little feet and a great big grin in our faces at 6 a.m. (which is blessedly late in our house). I could tell you how Doodles and I attempted to swim at a friend’s house, but Doodles was “All done water” almost instantly, even though it was the first time in months I actually felt good in my body. I could tell you how I’m wrapping up work–I’ve done my last copyedit job and written my last book review until Sugar Face is old enough for day care, and I’m excited at the prospect of a couple of days to just get nested. But really none of this is very interesting and I don’t feel like trying to figure out how to make it interesting.
Tomorrow is my ultrasound to confirm that Sugar Face is not breech, at which time my c-section is cancelled and it’ll be my first weekly visit where the doctor checks for dilation, which is exciting for me, as I never had that done for Doodles, since he was a known c-section. So it’s possible I’ll have something interesting to write next week. But don’t count on it.
**hugs**