Is It Almost Over???

Day 4….and still alive!!

For anyone who wants to help, I could use some good company and a stiff gin martini. Oh and perhaps a slice of cake.

Gregory has been really good to me; he found out that if he brings me cheddar chips and gelato every day I seem to become bearable. Then I go into a food coma and pass out so he doesn’t have to deal with me.

Other news…Emma is “stuck” Despite all efforts to prevent this labor from happening early; everything is pointing in the direction of Emma coming out sooner than later. But, now, just because I have written that, she will decide to be “late”…anyhow, for those of you who are wondering what I am talking about; Emma has “descended “and in the process my legs have dislodged from my sockets and my belly has taken to looking like a basketball. Yes folks, I now look like a waddling anorexic twig who swallowed a basketball. Over the past month or so being sick, I have not been able to put on much weight. The doctors don’t seem worried because Emma is measuring fine…perhaps they should be worried as my a$$ is going to turn out smaller than what I started with (which was not that big to begin with and I will be forever traumatized from my sisters teasing throughout my life that I have a flat butt). Emma is getting her weight from somewhere…perhaps my overmusculated swimmer arms???

Anyhow, a stuck Emma is an unhappy Emma. Moving around freely in my belly, poking, prodding, kicking and even swimming has now been replaced with angry squirming and some nice foot jabs to my chest. She is not happy being stuck down there and I am sure she is plotting her “escape.” Determined little monster isn’t she? She is my daughter, so that should not surprise me or anyone else. Gregory finds it entertaining…lots of “mooooos”, ship horn noises and laughs coming from him when I waddle.

Other news tomorrow is Canada Day!! Whoo hoo! I think I will celebrate with turkey hot dogs and gelato. Oh wait, I have that every night…..

Also, Saturday marks the one year anniversary since I did La Marmotte. Pretty crazy what can happen in a year; it’s all Gregory’s fault.

As you can tell, I am going a bit stir crazy here… one more day and then I may be set free. If they keep me on bed rest, Gregory will have to remove all sharp (and dull) objects from the house and tie me up in a straight jacket.