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Apr. 23rd, 2007 09:27 amThe birdies in my window are hatching! I checked on them yesterday morning and saw only little blue eggs. This morning, there is still at least one blue egg, but there is a tiny ball of fluff laying there. It is all fluff and heartbeat and breathing and nothing much else. I scared off Mama Bird by walking up to the window so I could only peek for a minute, and it would be easier to see if i was a bit taller anyway due to the angle. It's so cute! Mama is looking a little more frantic than she usually is. It is like my very own nature show right outside my window! Now I just have to hope that all the birdies are okay and this nature show doesn't make me sad.
I slept from Mt. Sterling onwards home last night (an hour) in the car, so I was in no shape to write a post last night. We had a long day with much family in it. I am thinking that yesterday is the last time we'll go up for a visit before Ducky is born. I don't want to be two hours away from the hospital if something starts happening, and I'll be 37 weeks at the next day of scheduled visitation. Besides that, riding in a car for four hours isn't really that comfortable! :) I don't think it would hurt them to come to me for once, and one of my cousins has said that she's planning to, so there's that. I was feeling a little out of it all day yesterday--I don't know whether it was a resurgence of my cold or if I didn't get enough sleep or what, but I spent a large part of the day staring into space. We stopped at my parents house afterward, though, and ended up staying much later than usual, but Mom cooked dinner and it was very good and that made the day better... even though we got home past my bedtime.
I am a horrible, horrible granddaughter and am feeling spasms of guilt every time I think of this. My grandfather is the stereotypical gruff old man, but he is extremely sensitive and he sits around worrying about things occasionally, sometimes to the point of making himself sick over it. At Easter, everyone was laughing at my gigantic belly, so I asked him what he thought--did I look pretty pregnant or just fat? He said, "eh, a little of both, I guess," or something like that. We all laughed heartily. I thought it was really funny (it would help if you knew him) and we kind of talked about what he'd said several times and retold it to people who hadn't been there. He was grinning at the time. When he walked in the door yesterday and saw us sitting there (we arrived while they were out eating lunch) the first words out of his mouth were "you're not still mad at me, are you?" Apparently he has been worrying over what he said, afraid he had hurt my feelings. I wouldn't have dreamed that he would have thought twice about it, and so I felt bad that we had teased him about it at the time. But hopefully I reassured him, and I told Mom to make sure he knew that I wasn't offended next time they talk. Oooh, the family drama. ;) This is not so dramatic, I know, which is good. I do have drama that I could write about but it raises my blood pressure and so I can't make myself get started on it.
I have a doctor appointment this morning, so I should be getting ready, or at least eating breakfast. I am grumbly that M couldn't come with me today--he took off on Thursday afternoon for the shower and the Friday before for the daycare thing, so it would just be pretty tacky of him to ask off today, especially since Monday is their busiest day and it's his day to be there early. It's not really a big deal, but I'm meeting the last of the doctors of the practice, so I'd like M to meet him too, and just in time for my group B strep test... which doesn't really stress me out in itself but baring your bottom for someone you've never met is kind of. You know. Awkward. So far, I have been honestly happy with all of the baby-delivering doctors we've met.. the nurse practitioner doesn't deliver.. and this one was one of the ones originally recommended by someone who's had a baby at this hospital, so I'm assuming that he'll be pretty good too. Or at least I hope so.
After today, I only have one more flex day (every other week) before my maternity leave begins. Yikes! :) I guess I should be concentrating on getting some of this baby stuff off my to-do list today, shouldn't I? Ducky will be here before I know it. M thinks she's already here, apparently--he headed to her room last night to check on her as we were going to bed, before remembering that she is kind of still snug in my belly. It was sweet... if a bit weird. He's an oddball but I love him.
I slept from Mt. Sterling onwards home last night (an hour) in the car, so I was in no shape to write a post last night. We had a long day with much family in it. I am thinking that yesterday is the last time we'll go up for a visit before Ducky is born. I don't want to be two hours away from the hospital if something starts happening, and I'll be 37 weeks at the next day of scheduled visitation. Besides that, riding in a car for four hours isn't really that comfortable! :) I don't think it would hurt them to come to me for once, and one of my cousins has said that she's planning to, so there's that. I was feeling a little out of it all day yesterday--I don't know whether it was a resurgence of my cold or if I didn't get enough sleep or what, but I spent a large part of the day staring into space. We stopped at my parents house afterward, though, and ended up staying much later than usual, but Mom cooked dinner and it was very good and that made the day better... even though we got home past my bedtime.
I am a horrible, horrible granddaughter and am feeling spasms of guilt every time I think of this. My grandfather is the stereotypical gruff old man, but he is extremely sensitive and he sits around worrying about things occasionally, sometimes to the point of making himself sick over it. At Easter, everyone was laughing at my gigantic belly, so I asked him what he thought--did I look pretty pregnant or just fat? He said, "eh, a little of both, I guess," or something like that. We all laughed heartily. I thought it was really funny (it would help if you knew him) and we kind of talked about what he'd said several times and retold it to people who hadn't been there. He was grinning at the time. When he walked in the door yesterday and saw us sitting there (we arrived while they were out eating lunch) the first words out of his mouth were "you're not still mad at me, are you?" Apparently he has been worrying over what he said, afraid he had hurt my feelings. I wouldn't have dreamed that he would have thought twice about it, and so I felt bad that we had teased him about it at the time. But hopefully I reassured him, and I told Mom to make sure he knew that I wasn't offended next time they talk. Oooh, the family drama. ;) This is not so dramatic, I know, which is good. I do have drama that I could write about but it raises my blood pressure and so I can't make myself get started on it.
I have a doctor appointment this morning, so I should be getting ready, or at least eating breakfast. I am grumbly that M couldn't come with me today--he took off on Thursday afternoon for the shower and the Friday before for the daycare thing, so it would just be pretty tacky of him to ask off today, especially since Monday is their busiest day and it's his day to be there early. It's not really a big deal, but I'm meeting the last of the doctors of the practice, so I'd like M to meet him too, and just in time for my group B strep test... which doesn't really stress me out in itself but baring your bottom for someone you've never met is kind of. You know. Awkward. So far, I have been honestly happy with all of the baby-delivering doctors we've met.. the nurse practitioner doesn't deliver.. and this one was one of the ones originally recommended by someone who's had a baby at this hospital, so I'm assuming that he'll be pretty good too. Or at least I hope so.
After today, I only have one more flex day (every other week) before my maternity leave begins. Yikes! :) I guess I should be concentrating on getting some of this baby stuff off my to-do list today, shouldn't I? Ducky will be here before I know it. M thinks she's already here, apparently--he headed to her room last night to check on her as we were going to bed, before remembering that she is kind of still snug in my belly. It was sweet... if a bit weird. He's an oddball but I love him.
