It's 39 weeks today, my sweet little green-faced Martians, one week from my glorious October 15 due date. Though the weather has cooled down significantly and I should be raring to go run around and induce me some labor, I'm feeling lazy and not at all motivated. This weekend my OB is on call (as opposed to one of the other four doctors in the practice), so birthin' would be good. But ... meh.
In the meantime, there is vacuuming and laundry to be done, and a Red River Shootout to watch. I'm thinking this might be the year the Horns finally spank OU, but I never underestimate my team's ability to screw themselves up the pooper, so I'm not taking anything for granted.
The husband is at work, so I had better get to work on my housewifery as well. One toilet has been scrubbed, one more to go. Time to roll out the Dyson!
In the meantime, there is vacuuming and laundry to be done, and a Red River Shootout to watch. I'm thinking this might be the year the Horns finally spank OU, but I never underestimate my team's ability to screw themselves up the pooper, so I'm not taking anything for granted.
The husband is at work, so I had better get to work on my housewifery as well. One toilet has been scrubbed, one more to go. Time to roll out the Dyson!
wow, you have a dyson? I'm so jealous.
Hook'em!
Posted by: mexikid | Sunday, October 09, 2005 at 02:35 PM
BK isn't doing the vacuuming for you as you prepare to push his progeny out of your hoohoo?
Or is it that operating the Dyson isn't a right, it's a privilege?
You look great!
Posted by: Twink | Sunday, October 09, 2005 at 10:06 PM