lazy day

Today turned out much differently than I first anticipated: for the most part, it was a lazy day. I just felt kind-of "blah" and a little nauseous every time I stood up, so I just...didn't. Stand up much, that is. Of course, that excludes the five hundred times I had to climb in and out of that recliner--a d@&! hard thing to do these days--to let Mya in and out. She's so young still that it's hard to differentiate between a "Mommy, I really need to go out and pee" and a "Mommy, I want to play in the snow." And even an "I have to go out and pee" can turn into "Yipee! Play time" so that when she comes back in, she's back at the door saying, "Mommy, I forgot to pee and if I can't go out again I'll have to go on the carpet." I may have exaggerated with the five hundred times, but that's what it feels like--so much so that I've been wishing Al could have the next few weeks off of work in addition to the few weeks after the baby comes. (Well, technically he could; he has enough vacation time, but he doesn't want to lose the money. Vacation days only pay eight hours, and he works twelve hour shifts.)

So, yes. One of my first few days within the it-could-be-anytime-now mark was spent lounging in the recliner, and even trying to lie on my side on the couch (didn't help my swollen feet, though). I didn't go to the one-year-old's birthday party since the weather forecasts said we'd get the most snow fast and heavy between 3pm and 5pm, right around the time I'd be trying to get home--and may have ended up stuck in the neighborhoods (my friend's or mine) with my little Vibe and an inability to dig myself out. It was the first time that I remember actually opting not to go somewhere because I could get stuck in the snow. We get so much of it (and have all my life) that I usually don't think twice about leaving the house. Snow is snow, and there is (usually) a way through or around it. But the blah feeling plus the possibility of having to exert myself in the snow made me stay home. Turns out that I would have been fine, of course. That's okay. Instead I got to recline all day.

All day, that is, until this evening, when I did get ready and venture out into the snow. This was to meet up with several people from (of all times in my life) junior high and high school. I had seen a few of them since graduation--those that came to the five-year reunion--but some I hadn't seen since high school (or junior high, depending on when--and if--they left our tiny little private school for public school before graduating). I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but I found it quite relaxing. And enjoyable. I love how those cliquie (is that a word? I'm going for clicky with clique) walls that seemed so important (or such barriers to a shy girl like I was) just sort-of go away when you're older and don't really care what people think of you any more. With us, it made for easy conversation and a good congeniality among everyone. Of course, the conversations that I ended up getting into all seemed to center on babies, labor and delivery, and children, as they all do these days. That's okay. Eventually people will find other things to talk to me about. And I did receive two predictions: "It's a boy. I can tell by the way you're carrying it," and "It's a girl. I can tell by the way you're carrying it." Hmm. Not sure that method of telling what gender my kid is is a very accurate one.

Tomorrow is another day closer, and perhaps a day in which I accomplish at least one task. But for now, I'm content with my lazy day. And since my swollen fingers can't take much more, I'll be signing off.