THE END IS NEAR.

This is (was?) my last week of being pregnant.

I go in Monday morning for my scheduled c-section...I'm tentatively excited. I'm pretty sure that I'll be laying naked on a gurney and they are going to tell me it was cancelled and I have to stay pregnant for the rest of my life. Then Ashton Kutcher will bust in and laugh in my face....and I'll punch him in the face twice, once for punking me and a second time for cheating on Demi.

I'm trying to take it very easy...it's been hard to sleep at night...or during the day...I basically sleep in 2 to 3 hour shifts...then pee....then can't get back to sleep...so...that's been fun.

Despite the tiredness and unplanned stays in the hospital (I had an NST that showed a decel in the heartbeat after a contraction so I was sent to L&D for a "prolonged NST"...which ended up being 24 hours...of hell) this has been a relatively relaxing maternity leave. Not much to worry about other than EVERYTHING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD and doctor appointments and getting the kid to and from school.

I could easily get used to this lifestyle (where I watch TV and do my internetting...and um, take care of my kids)...if only there was a way that someone would pay me to do this type of "work" (knowing every fact about The Office is a skill, right?) that would be awesome. Someone get on that, STAT! (STAT means NOW!)

The next time you'll hear from me will either be because I had the baby or because I'm in jail for assaulting the person who tells me my c-section is cancelled.

LEMON OUT.

Oh, hi there.

I haven't been writing lately. Obvs. I spend most of my days napping and going to the doctor. I have the contractions daily (just Braxton-Hicks) and the last two days have felt like the baby is knocking at the door with every single step I take. I'm just so tired all the time.

There is also something else going on in my family that is causing me much grief and sadness but I can't get into the details because I don't want to talk about it...vague-blogging, FTW!

I will say ONE of the MANY things weighing on my mind is that my working mom guilt has returned full force and the thought of having to go back to work in three months is tearing me apart...and brings me to tears with just a fleeting thought. GREAT, NOW I'M CRYING. AGAIN.

The main thing getting me through every day right now is that I know my babies need me to not completely lose it...the one that I will meet two weeks from today...and the one who tells me to get out of her room every morning when I go in to wake her up for school.

Time for me to get back to American Gypsy.

Toodles.