DIARY

DIARY

Things Get Pretty Intense Towards The End

(Because this photo looks so very pathetic, let me start by saying: I am totally fine. Happy and excited, even. Just maybe a little less happy and excited at 3A.M. when I am wandering around our apartment trying to figure out how, exactly, to get comfortable enough to sleep.)

So have you ever heard the word "tetchy"?

It means sort of restlessly irritable, and makes me think of how my dogs behave when there's a rainstorm on the way: scratching at walls, whining at windows, and generally acting crazy. I think I've read the word in books from time to time, but I have never before felt compelled to actually use it.

I am tetchy.

SNAPSHOTS

Minor Leagues

I've only been to a handful of sporting events in my life. I went to couple of Mets games and maybe a Knicks game or two when I was a kid, and had a football game date with Kendrick last fall…but that's pretty much it. This isn't because I don't "like" sports - I really do, I love the atmosphere and the food enough that I don't really care that I don't follow much of what's actually going on on the field. But it's all the other stuff - the crazy expense, the packed parking lots, and the fact that you have to leave earlier than you want to leave if you don't want to sit in traffic for two hours - that sort of turns me off.

It's just such a hassle.

The other night, Kendrick told me he had a couple of free tickets to a minor league game and asked if we wanted to go, and I wasn't terribly enthusiastic about the proposition of dragging a toddler through a crowded stadium at the exact moment in time that he typically goes to bed, but...

Best

At This Moment

I can't get comfortable enough to sleep through the night, not even close. I can't take a deep breath, or eat more than a few bites of food at a time, or walk particularly long distances. I'm ready to have my body back to myself, if only so that I can pick up my son without making a huge production of it. Mostly I just can't wait to meet this little girl. My daughter. And what all of this adds up to is that I'm ready for this part to be over, and to move onto the next.

But still.

I love that right now, at this moment, I get to carry her with me all the time. I love it so much, and I don't want it to end.

Baby

It’s Packing Time! (What I’m Bringing To The Hospital)

We had a middle-of-the-night maybe-we-should-go-to-the-hospital episode a few days ago. Which ended up being nothing, but which also means: time to pack that bag, just in case.

So: let's talk what to bring along for the big trip.

The first time we did this, I made crazy-detailed lists on my phone of every single item I thought I might need to bring to the hospital. I still have these lists stored in my phone, and it's very cute that I thought I would absolutely require things like birthing balls and massage oils and photographs "to make me feel at home" (that is what iPhone libraries are for; also you'll be home soon and you are not going to forget you are in a hospital because Nana's face is there on the wall).

What I actually needed was something mindless to read/watch, lip balm, and All Of The Chargers. List: revised.


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