I’m starting to feel guilty about all this time off and the lack of stuff I get done in a day. I have to keep reminding myself that 1. I’m 9 months pregnant and no one expects me to write my first great american novel while in a physical state where I have to get up every 5 minutes to pee and eat. 2. I should be enjoying my freedom while I still have it. and 3. I am actually getting a lot of things done around our new house and that’s pretty awesome. It’s just I feel the guilt of not making money and not knowing how I’m going to make money once I do have the energy to do something with my life. I just have to go forward. I have to allow myself some time to play. The money goes out of the bank account and none comes in, so it’s a constant reminder that I’m now a financial drain on our household. Something not so easy for me to accept. The good news is, I feel like I really need to get my act together for my application to an MFA program this February. Six months, give or take, is plenty of time. I can do it.
So as you guessed, no baby yet. I really thought she had designs on coming early but it appears she has designs on being perfectly average. I’m just fine with that. I hit 40 weeks next Monday. Tom’s new date is August 10th. I have no new date. Every day I think, hmm, maybe today. We even tried eating lots of hot wings last night. She’s pretty used to them by now though. They’ve been my special pregnancy treat since they are mostly gestational diabetes friendly.
So I wait. Today I make curtains for the kitchen and side door, get some chain for our new porch swing (yippee! porch swing!), maybe use my groupon for Collage arts/crafts store, check out Scrap (recycled art supplies) since I’ve never been there, and who knows what else. More grocery shopping? Buy some ibuprophen?
Yesterday was cutting quilting fabric, sweeping, putting together the swing, reading Angela Carter’s collection of Fairy Tales, napping, and matting the last Tiny Showcase print I got. Tom and I went to dinner at Fire on the Mountain, then checked out the incredibly odd, wonderful and slightly frightening Alibi bar on Interstate.