It's getting all Christmas-y around here, due in no small part to the bitchin' tunes the roofers are playing whilst stapling shingles to the roof.
Nah, it's not the tunes at all, even though I did just hear a lyric that said something about the "sweet, dark night." But the roofers are still linked to Christmas because whenever I turn my head to look out the window at the shingling work I see instead our sweet little Christmas tree.
Did you think I was going to say "sweet little baby?" And then I so didn't. Because I'm still pregnant. And I really hope I never use the phrase "sweet little Christmas tree" to mean our baby or that I become so tired of being pregnant that I just start dressing things up in baby clothes like, um, that dog who carried the boot around in the book Scruffy.
Back to Christmas: it smells great in our apartment. One major benefit of living in a small place is that the wafting of pine needles reaches everywhere and makes for all kinds of grinning. Oh, man, I love it!
We purchased the tree yesterday after having brunch with E. and SCN (which was great as always and featured some songs from Pete's Dragon) and prior to watching It's a Wonderful Life at Grand Illusion with same. Tears all around.
I have to say, those are really good things to do in general as well as making fine distractions from wondering when labor will kick in.
In other baby news, today we are going in for a non-stress test to make sure everything is proceeding apace (and there are no signs that it shouldn't be). Yay, a job! Related to the baby!
And maybe tomorrow I'll get some acupuncture.
That is, if these non-progressing contractions I've been having since 4am remain as such instead of becoming, y'know, progressing contractions.
Posted by Ida at December 17, 2007 11:50 AMyeah, but one of us cried more than the rest. and it wasn't the pregnant woman.
Posted by: Erin at December 18, 2007 02:15 PM