Vol. 30 for Me
Today is the feast of St. John of the Cross. Wouldn’t he be an awesome intercessor for this baby boy?!!
Yes, he would.
And that is ALL that I’m going to say about that.
You guys, I am so, so tired of speculating about the when/how/and/where of this baby’s birth. One would think, of course, that it’s safe to assume the “where” of the birth…but at this point, really, all bets are off.
Every night I wake to contractions…and every morning, they go away. Were it not for the respite of Foyle’s War—streaming, online, with the iPad propped on my prodigious tummy—I don’t know what I’d do.
I’d cry, is what.
And whine & moan & gnash my teeth.
(Oh wait. I’ve been doing all those things too.)
Enough. Enough complaining. The fact is this bun is qetting toasty & done, and he will be here when he’s good and ready. Meanwhile, I’m going to fight back. So there.
Last night, for example, I took back the night. I decided that I could either stay home & feel mopey…or I could attend a Christmas Tea book club.
Venture a guess as to which option I chose.
I didn’t even break the chair.
The book club was at the home of another mom from my son’s 8th grade class—a beautiful home done up for the season with a total of 14—yes, 14—Christmas trees. Believe it or not, this was not excessive. It was tasteful and lovely and did my heart much good to be there, especially since this has been one of my most scaled-back Advents ever.
Truthfully, the best part of all was the mom-interaction. It can be hard to “find the time” for me—even when I’m not this massive—but always…ALWAYS…I am glad that I did.
Do you have plans to get out with friends? Please do. Please go. The to-do’s will wait.
Going out meant leaving supper to Cate.
Have I mentioned how thankful I’ve been for Cate?
This despite our having so very little in common. ; )
Oh, and Charlotte just told me that she’s closing the baby pool at the end of the day. So if you haven’t ventured a guess to win a book, please stop by and do so. Your odds are getting good at this point!