Please excuse me while I climb out from under all of the traffic of fellow bloggers who visited yesterday! By some stroke of genius twist of fate total fluke, I posted a link to my blog and was the first in line on the blog of the famed Not Me Monday creator, MckMama.
I still feel a little dizzy (or is that the progesterone?) from the whirlwind of wonderful comments and love left by friends and new readers. If you left a link, I promise I will make it to each of your blogs. Blogger’s honor. Well, granted I don’t need to push a human from my body before I get to all of them. I’m sure you’ll understand.
Last night I was reveling in the warm, fuzzy feelings from the traffic, and then, with little warning, I went into a verifiable panic mode.
“DanO. LOTS of people came to my blog today. Like, LOTS!”
“That’s great babe!”
“BUT WHAT IF THEY COME BACK TOMORROW EXPECTING SOMETHING COOL? What if I have nothing to give them?! What if I can’t cough up something witty or charming or beautiful or interesting enough for them to like me?!”
This continued for a little while (again, progesterone) until it morphed into me, running around the house cleaning and arranging things just so with the intention of posting something about our home. Tilt this frame 30¬∞ clockwise, dust off that lamp shade.
We might as well have been hosting Prince William at our house.
Wait a second.
I knew he looked familiar.
All these antics started giving me contractions (but not the real kind… the “pretend but still dutifully uncomfortable” kind, just to clarify) so I decided it was best to 1) take deep abdominal relaxing breaths as my doula would suggest and 2) stay calm and be myself.
Myself is a rather unfinished concept, though.
A not quite finished pregnancy:
(Well hello, outie bellybutton that not even clothes can contain! Glad you could make it.)
A closer-than-it-looks-to-being-finished-I-swear laundry room:
Beds I haven’t finished making:
A photo collage that has needed just those last 2 pictures for longer than I’d like to admit:
Mail I haven’t finished going through:
A hospital bag I haven’t finished packing:
What, you still haven’t perfected the nursery?:
Nope, still working on finishing that, too.
And this post? This post will not quite be finished to my liking either. Why? Because as I’m writing it, Prince William DanO is asking me to come read with him and cuddle, and it’s quite clear to me that all of these superfluous, unfinished things can wait.
I have a nerdy sci-fi book to finish with Nugget’s daddy, if you’ll ‘scuze me.