I was getting so sick of seeing my PhD in Rudeness post all the time. I mean, there is so much more to me than an uncanny ability to point out when other people are being rude. So, I thought I'd just check in.
Am I still pregnant?
Do I wish it were over because I'm super uncomfortable, irritable, and bored with it?
check, check, check, and CHECK.
Did I cut my hair EVEN SHORTER?
Did people comment on my new haircut using the ever-popular back-handed insult "oh, you chopped your hair"?
checkity check check.
Am I taking hypno-birthing classes and preparing for a home birth in a big plastic tub full of tepid water, my husband standing by to catch the baby, nary a medical expert, IV, or epidural in sight?
Am I finding Facebook an easier forum for my drastically reduced insights?
Did I promise my husband I would not buy, sew, or think about getting new curtains for a minimum of two years in order to finally buy some curtains that I like for my living room?
Do the new curtains make me wish I had a new rug?
Do I try to ease my pregnancy-induced self-pity with lots and lots of shopping ?
Is there a dogsled still sitting in my living room?
Okay. I feel so much better now that I have reconnected with myself. Everything is as it should be. I'll let you know when I have the baby(5 more weeks--bleh). You can count on a full description of the entire gory process. Maybe I'll even do a blog as I labor and deliver. I mean, what's the point of doing it if it doesn't go up on my blog, right? It's like it never happened!