I can’t believe how little of the convention I’ve watched. We got rid of our cable last Friday in preparation for our move tomorrow. We had some cable news channels anyway for a few days but now they have disappeared. I thought NBC might have coverage but only America’s Got Talent is on right now. Just found some coverage on public television. I’ve been too tired to stay up and watch the speeches. I’ve been training my maternity leave replacement this week. Its fun because I know her and love her, but its hard to take everything out of my head and give it to someone else, while also trying to get other work done this week. I wish I could say I haven’t been watching the convention because I’ve been busy packing. Instead I’ve been coming home at almost 8, exhausted, eating something, showering, putting my feet up and then its 9pm. Then I’m ready for bed. Working on throwing out old magazines right now. The movers are coming to pack tomorrow and move us on Friday. Scott is overseeing the whole thing while I work. I have nothing to complain about. But I do wish I could be here and help. I do feel badly he’s doing all the work and I do think I could be helpful, even if I’m only supervising. It’s only a week or so of chaos that the move will bring and then we should be settled enough to be sane. And then I have a couple more weeks to do everything I want to before the baby comes – which is not much considering we’re not “making a nursery” or buying much except a couple of essentials. But it feels like a lot to me. Two weeks or…I should say…I’ll have a half hour each night by the time I get home from work and before I collapse asleep. Eek. Just remembered I have to pack a bag of stuff to have for myself tomorrow night that the movers won’t pack tomorrow. I need an overnight bag for my own house! I just want to go to sleep…
Nothing brilliant to say today. Except that I’m determined to make my first million soon so I can buy a $5000 Tempurpedic bed. I tried one at a store this weekend – not my first time – I try to visit them occasionally…. It was the first time in months that I was happy and comfortable lying down. I could even lie on my back and breathe. They should be a government medical benefit for all pregnant women! It was a heavenly experience. Someone suggested I at least treat myself to one of their pillows. I don’t know…might be too big of a tease. I need so many pillows right now and I’m still not comfortable. We got a list of things to bring to the hospital from the midwives yesterday, including two pillows. I have this vision of my caravan of suitcases and things that I will need to bring. There are so many things I’m being told to bring. Birthing (medicine) ball, pillows, clothes for labor, clothes for after labor, clothes to go home in, stuff for the baby, my iPod, my iPod player – and then I need my 7 birth books because I don’t know what resources I’ll need. Oh and won’t I need a breastfeeding book? And what about a baby care book? Only I want to take a library to the hospital! Maybe we should photocopy the pages I want ahead of time? Oh and then all the papers and pre-filled out forms and pre-registrations…. I’m remembering why I was trying to talk Scott into a home birth for three seconds before he laughed at me… Oh and on the checklist we’re supposed to learn infant CPR. Oh my goodness. The good news is that I just ate Butter Pecan ice cream out of the container and didn’t feel badly about it at all!