The Waiting Game
Truth be told, there isn't much to share today, but I know that if we don't keep posting people will start jumping to conclusions. So, to save you from guessing - no we aren't in labor.It's a little difficult to not think about it all the time - not having been through it before I can't help but think that every little thing may be a sign - but Paul and I are trying not to let the waiting ruin our lives. We've actually been enjoying ourselves quite a bit what with all the nice long walks and dinners out. Yesterday Paul joined me at prenatal yoga where, surprise, surprise, I was the most pregnant woman in the room. We've also been watching movies, cleaning up the Tivo backlog and turning in early so as to get good nights sleep, just in case.
I had a beer for the first time in 9 months the other night (don't worry - the doctor says its okay). It reminded me of all the subterfuge Paul and I went through in the first weeks of this pregnancy, trying to keep it hidden. The most stressful of it was in November. I was about 12 weeks pregnant, but no where near ready to talk about it with anyone. No problem except that it was Big Game weekend (think drinking, football, drinking, college spirit, drinking, old friends, drinking, an axe and more drinking), Thanksgiving and the date of our long-planned Las Vegas 10th anniversary wedding vow renewal. When it was all over no one had outed us. I don't want to reveal all our tricks, though should anyone need them, let me know, I'm willing to share. Suffice it to say that once we had returned to the East Coast I started to wonder if maybe we had done too good a job. I wouldn't doubt that some people, once they heard we were expecting, counted backwards and wondered what I was doing swilling from a flask and ordering Flaming Volcanos. Trust me. It was all slight of hand.
So, to sum up - not in labor, trying to relax and no I wasn't really drunk at Coyote Ugly. Ah, well, tomorrow is another day.
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