So: the good news:

Epidural is in, and I feel no pain BUT I can still wiggle my toes. I can feel the contractions but they don’t hurt. AND the anaesthesiologist? Steelers fan!

Baby is well and happy but....

DOES NOT WANT TO COME OUT. I’m almost maxed out on pitocin dose, and they’re waiting to see if I dilate more. I’m hoping I don’t end up with a c-section, but the truth is, I don’t care if the baby comes out my nose, so long as its healthy. That said, I’ve been working all day here. What the crap?!

Come ONNNN Baba! Bring it ON!

The pitocin is cranking, and my cxtns are 2-3 min apart level 6 ot 7 out of 10 according to the monitor and level “HOLY CRAP” according to me.

WHERE IS MY EPIDURAL!??!!?

I want the following things:

1. Epidural
2. easy delivery
3. FOOD OMG I AM SO HUNGRY.

Great here comes another one. WHiiiine.

I’m hooked up to 3 iv bags via 1 tube, plus a blood pressure cuff and a finger pulse-ox monitor. But I"m making Hubby wear the pulse-ox monitor on his finger because I want to type BUT I don’t want to listen to the alarm.

My water was broken, and I’m laboring.... now, hello? Anaesthesia? Pbbbbblease?! 

I’ve got an IV, a band aid where they tried to start the IV the first time (ow), and a gown that doesn’t close in the back. Baba O’Riley is happy and I am listening to the heartbeat - thumper thumper thumper. All is well.

The waiting continues. I’m still pregnant. My back hurts, my hips hurt, I can’t walk straight - it’s almost comically annoying and awful at times, especially at 3am when I wake up with an OMG NOW urge to pee and wonder if I can actually walk to the bathroom or if I should pray to grow a penis instead so I can aim at the wall or something. (Hey, it’s not like I am actually awake during these thoughts.)

Otherwise, l’shanah tovah - may you have a new year of sweetness and joy. 

1. I need QVC in HD.

2. I want to have every nook and cranny of my house customized and compartmentalized by California Closets. Including and especially my junk drawer.

3. I have far too many candles.

4. Why is QVC NOT in HD?

5. I love my new dryer so much I want to do MORE LAUNDRY. Good thing I’m 39.5 weeks pregnant. I’ll be making plenty of laundry soon.

6. I should NOT go to the grocery store while nesting. I am drawn to the baking aisle and the cleaning supply aisle and am unable to tear myself away.  I bought a 5lb chicken, a 6lb brisket, a box of brownie mix, pancake mix, and barely escaped before buying 2 bottles of Febreze.

7. QVC needs to (a) broadcast in HD and (b) stop selling handbags I don’t want.

Hubby and I have been talking with Freebird a lot about the “baby.” So far, Freebird knows that my belly has a baby, and that the baby is probably somewhere in my belly button. Hubby also has a belly button but obviously doesn’t have a baby behind it. Freebird will pat the baby in my belly, and will kiss my belly, but I don’t think he realizes that the baby is going to (a) not live in there forever and (b) will be moving in with us.

Last night I was talking with Freebird while had dinner about the word “brother,” since Freebird will be a “big brother,” and the baby will be “small” and “little,” and being a “big brother” is an important job, etc etc. Freebird happily repeated the words “big brother” and “brother,” and then said, “Baby with yogurt?”

This stumped me until I realized that Freebird’s favorite brand of yogurt is “Yo Baby.” And while we’ve been talking about the baby, Freebird apparently thinks we’re talking about yogurt. A lot of yogurt will be moving into the house, apparently. I hope the yogurt will let us sleep in longer than 2-hour intervals. 

Baba O’Riley is officially a low rider. I waddle like nothing else, and having had Freebird in much the same position the last month I was pregnant with him, I remember the feeling. The low rider drives a little slower, and so do I.

Meanwhile, we’ve actually made Noticeable Progress with the office/Baba’s room. It’s fully cleaned out, though there are boxes of books that are to be donated still in the room. I found a bureau on Craig’s List that will work, and we already have the basinette from when Freebird was a baby. The basinette in my family was used by me, my sister, and my two cousins, and by my father and aunt when they were babies, and by my grandmother when SHE was a baby. It’s made out of a laundry basket from the hotel my family used to own, and I believe my great-grandfather made it. They were hoteliers back in Atlantic City when going to AC was The Thing To Do.

Anyway, it’s awesome. My grandmother, who passed away last summer, sewed two sets of linens for it, one in yellow plaid that my sister and I had, and one in a really jazzy red fabric for my cousins. We have both sets, and I’ll probably hold on to the whole kit and caboodle since my cousins are probably the next to have children, and both of them live in apartments. But it makes me really happy to use the family heirloom basinette.

So we have a room, a bureau, a basinette, and I ordered a light fixture to replace the broken one - for $10 from Amazon.com. Go me!

The absolutely funny thing about all this is: none of it, save the light fixture, will go IN the room. We are too superstitious, and will not furnish the room until after delivery. The bureau will be under a sheet in the basement, and the basinette is packed up in cloth and paper in the basement as well. The items will be in the house, but they won’t be in the room - a very important distinction.

So we have all this stuff, but it won’t be seen for awhile.