Today is the last possible day to escape my fate: Being the only Libra in a house full of Scorpios. I don't think I am going to escape.
Oh boy those teen years are gonna be fun. I think I will lock all three of them in a small room and go contemplate something beautiful while they work out their moody selves. If I come back and there's been no blood shed, everyone's a winner, right?
Trixie has a cold and passed out for a generally unprecedented morning nap. As did I, but I can only nap for about half an hour before my hips start waking me up with the pain. This is why I've been staying up late, until I am exhausted, just so I can get to sleep through the hips. Of course it wakes me up in the early morning, but by then I've at least had a few hours of sleep.
Come on Libra baby! Of course, seeing as how I'm not dialated AT ALL, it would have to be the mother of all speedy labors to occur before midnight tonight anyway -- the sort of give-birth-in-the-cab scenario that makes for delightful filler on slow news days and excruciating embarrassment and possible lawsuits on the part of the cabbie.
One of the cats was sitting on Trixie's terry-cloth covered changing pad this morning, and when Trixie discovered her there, we heard "TRIXIE'S turn diaper change, Beanie!" in an indignant tone of voice over the baby monitor. It was several moments before we could go in there with straight faces and remove the offending creature.
So...Official due date was yesterday and...nothing. Not so much as a mucous plug in sight, despite having the membranes swept by my OB. (Google it if you must, I ain't explaining).
Of course, I realized yesterday that my "official" due date is based on the date my last period began. Fair enough, except that my last period began as I was crossing the international date line somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. So the date I gave was totally made up -- could be a day or so on either side. Not that these dates are accurate at all, really, just a guess anyway.
Anything to keep myself amused while we waaaait and waaaait...
Yesterday at dinner, Trixie told me "Sit down, Mama!" Apparently Miss Bossy has been telling the other kids at school to sit down on their bottoms, which, given the way she climbs like a monkey on all chairs, is something she hears a lot directed at herself.
She is also now jealous of even the cats -- when they climb on Josh's lap, she gets worked up and says "MY Dadda!!" and climbs up to throw them out of HER DADDA's lap.
We're so dead.
For more than four years I've been a part -- and a founding member -- of what I used to think was the coolest, smartest parenting bbs online. And in the last few days three of the people I considered smart, interesting posters to it have viciously attacked someone else, who frankly I didn't care about one way or the other, she never bothered me, but who has now left and rightly so.
What I DO care about, and what is really shaky right now, is the entire tone of the board, which has suddenly turned into somewhere I don't much want to be. They were among the first people to hear Trixie's birth story, some of the first to know I was pregnant again and I've met some really terrific people there. But at the moment I don't really know if I'll so much as post when the Passenger is born. I'm that pissed off. Because if three seemingly intelligent, cool people can turn out to be such assholes, then I don't know anything about that place or those people.
Echo's had its share of NBTs, and I've weathered those just fine, but I really thought this was a better place. Now they're all posting their "apologies" and talking about how much they've learned about themselves and it just makes me ill. How long before they're patting themselves on the back for running off this woman who they didn't like? Gahhhh.