Cathy the Librarian

I’m still pregnant. I can think of quite a few other states I’d rather be in right now, and pregnant is not one of them. Jack seems quite content just hanging out right where he is, but for me I think I’d like him to come out any time now. Like maybe right now. Nope. Guess not.

The mystical “they” say that there are things that can encourage the baby to come out. Spicy food, long walks, and doing things that got you pregnant in the first place. Well, I’m still pregnant. So there goes that theory out the window.

Friday was my last day at work. I sort of wish that I had stayed a little bit longer, but my boss didn’t want me to go into labor at the library. I must imagine that wouldn’t be a pretty sight for all my co-workers and the library patrons. I don’t even want to think about what would have happened if I started having contractions when all the kids were in the library for story time! What fun! “Mommy, why is the librarian crying and screaming?” Unfortunately it means that I’m home with not much to do. I’ve already cleaned up most of the house (although I could mop the floors) and I still need to finish writing thank-you notes (sorry everybody) but I feel very restless. I take naps, but they don’t last too long. I guess I should be taking advantage of this, considering that at the latest life will be changing very drastically on April 6, when the doctor is going to induce me (and which happens to be my mother-in-law’s birthday!)The doctor asked me if I wanted to wait until my birthday (April 18) and suprise suprise, I infatically stated that under no conditions would that be happening.

The glider was a gift from my mother-in-law, and the quilt was made by my paternal grandmother for her first great-grandchild, before she passed away.

The room is yellow with a space border, so that it can be sort of gender neutral, in case the second baby is a girl.

Changing table of doom!