unexpected reprieve

Today, the first day of my thirty-seventh week of pregnancy (eek! That means today's the last day I can say that I still have three weeks til the baby's due!), has turned out a bit differently than expected. First of all, I got out of the shower to hear my phone ringing. It was my doctor's office calling to tell me the doctor wouldn't be in this morning and asking me to reschedule. I did (for Friday), and it was both a relief and a letdown all at once. A relief since it meant I didn't have to leave the house today (two days in a row! that never happens anymore), but a letdown because I wanted to know what the doc thought about the results of Saturday's ultrasound, among other things. Now I'll have to wait (we all know I'm not good at that!).

Moving the doctor's appointment to Friday meant that I had to cancel my physical therapy for that day. I called up to tell them and got some great news: the therapist that was pregnant had her baby yesterday! It was a girl. It was fun to hear since she was only three weeks ahead of me, didn't know what she was having, and we ended up swapping stories and comparing experiences for all of December and January. It also reminded me that my other friends, Christan and Jason (they live in Tennessee), were being induced today in hopes that their first girl would be born. It's just babies all around in my world!

Since I had a day at home, I went ahead and did some work but paid more attention to how long I was spending on my feet. (Hence the posting; I'm forcing myself to sit still for a while.) I finished the final poly coat on the trim for the baby's room, so Al will be able to put that up sometime between Saturday and Wednesday, the days (as far as I know) he has off this week. I also worked on clearing off the kitchen counter and table. Doesn't sound like much, but with stuff piled a foot high on the table and almost as high on the counter--stuff that we didn't own before the baby shower and that didn't have its own place yet--it's quite a feat. And more laundry (which led to more flooding--ugh!) and a few phone calls: the pediatrician we hope to get (call after the baby's born and see if she's available since she doesn't do visits at our hospital); American Express (to tell them we updated our Costco membership); Babies R Us (now the dresser's expected in this week--or maybe next, or maybe the week after that--ugh again!). And I downloaded one friend's suggestion for baby hymns, a Praise Baby cd, but am still looking around for the other ones (I'm so dependent on iTunes it's ridiculous...I realized I don't have a cd player to put in the baby's room unless I use my portable dvd player!).

I'm a bit bummed that there's nothing on television tonight that I'm interested in since it means that Al will be flipping through the channels before he goes to hockey (leaving me a hockey widow between the hours of 10 pm and, oh, who knows, 1 am? once again). Flipping drives me insane, especially when he does it because he flips so fast it's impossible to tell what's on anyway. And he always passes things I would stop on and watches things I have no interest in. Or watches America's Funniest Home Videos for the seven-hundredth time. But at least I'll have a couple of hours with him before he leaves, which makes me happy. As I frequently remind him, it's not easy having a husband who works twelve-hour shifts and then goes out to play hockey and hit the bar (usually at least a three to five hour process, depending on how late/early the game is) for the rest of the evening. I'm one of those people who craves my husband's attention. He's one of those people whom, for the first several years I was dating him, would only reserve one night a week (Saturday) for me. And then I was away at school during our engagement and the first several months of our marriage, so he's slow to learn that, for the sake of my emotional well-being, he needs to make a few, er, adjustments. Especially since there's a baby on the way. (Can we cut hockey to one night a week, please?)

Now that I've bored you with the details of my day and gotten carried off on a tangent about various ways my husband drives me crazy (but remember--i love my husband!), I'll let you go. Until tomorrow...