One Week

Today marks one week until the birth of our second child, whom I still cannot bring myself to mention in conversation. I mean, I do but it's always "the new baby" never him, her or the names we've chosen. If someone asks, I say, "It's a boy." because that's the most likely outcome, but I guess because of all the confusion in the beginning, I haven't committed myself yet. And even though we've only bought boy clothes and things, the sex of this child will be a surprise to me when I wake up, either way.

So that's kind of cool, I guess.

On my mind today are a few things as I write this, waiting for Riley to get up from his delayed nap. I'm in somewhat of a panic, right now mostly because I have no idea when Josh is getting home, and it's already after 5. He should be home at 6, but I'm almost positive he won't be, which really upsets me. Normally, no. But my God I've been a hormonal mess these last couple of weeks. I'm not going to deny it. But I'm also not the type to reach out to anybody who doesn't offer, so Josh is, as always , my only rock.

Yes, my disappointment in my family is pretty deep, for this reason. But they are who they are, and I appreciate them for that. It's a good way to stay sane, in that respect.

My other reason for panic is that this time, I have the unfortunate luck of knowing what's coming when I pull up to that hospital a week from now. Some people like to feel prepared but it's a foreign thing for me and preparing for intense pain and fear is something I just can't seem to do.

But I am sooo looking forward to meeting this baby. I can't wait until the pregnant thing is over, of course. It's not my favorite part, at all. Be checking Josh's blog for pictures and stuff, if you're interested. He'll be handling all of that again, because he's good at it, and because his blog is so much prettier than mine.

The other thing on my mind, kind of stupid but here goes: In my most recent abortion post there is a long, LONG comment about the death of Lacy Peterson which has absolutely nothing to do with my point. At all. So, since it's been bugging me, to the writer I say, Way to not see anything in my blog except a ranting point of your own which subsequently had nothing to do with the point of the original post. Your insightfulness is astounding.

And to this day I am both surprised and irritated by people's ignorance. Some things never change.

Well, wish me luck!