Today I told Kim, “I feel like someone is trying to rip open my uterus!”
She replied, “Someone IS!”
On that same note, when I woke up this morning I felt like I’d either been run over by a train or had climbed a mountain yesterday. Seeing how neither are that likely, I’m thinking J is to blame. My calves were especially sore.
Which brings me to one of my worst fears: Charlie Horses
There’s no way I could’ve had one in both calves without waking up. So perhaps it was just a warning. But talk about wretchd pain. See? This is why I’m concerned about labor.
This is also why Seth is petrified of Mary being in labor.
I better get the TV tonight because I am stoked for the Grey’s finale! I can guarantee there will be tears. It’s so bittersweet though, all these TV shows coming to a close. It means we have to sit in angst with our unanswered questions ALL SUMMER LONG…
-Will Violet die? (doubtful)
-Why haven’t Jack and Renee kissed? You know they want to.
-Will MerDer EVER get married?
-Will Castle be renewed next season (I hope so!)
-Are Robert & Kitty going to reconcile??
-What will be the fate of Wisteria Lane?
I mentioned the other day that I was going to have to begin the meticulous, agonizing, daunting task of deciding which TV shows to drop when baby comes. If you haven’t noticed, I’m slightly addicted to the tube. But this doesn’t mean I can’t cook, clean, read my book, blog, and play with the dogs at the same time…all the while scratching Seth’s head.
My boss looked at me like I was nuts and said, “Are you kidding?! When this kid comes, you’ll have nothing else to do BUT watch TV!”
I won’t lie. This excited me a little. I got semi-hopeful.
But then I realized I probably don’t want to be feeding my firstborn while Eva Longoria-Parker is slutting it up only 10 feet away…or while terrorists are blowing up cities left and right.
Or do I?
Clearly, lots of big decisions to make over the next few months.