I'm the one in the floral print

This is a photo of me with two of my COMEDY girlfriends---Jamie denbo--on the end is due the EXACT SAME DAY as me and is delivering in the same hospital. She was the first one to beat the idea of a Baby Bjorn out of my head and convince me that Ergo was the way to go (then Mary called and confirmed this). Gillian is due in less than a month and she's one of those tiny pregnant ladies who looks like she's faking her pregnancy. Which is why I look slightly manic standing next to her.

Today was the most anxious uncomfortable day---I had big plans to start on my next book and instead I drank too much coffee and spent from 9 am to noon recovering. Then I went to the library to get some birthing books and all they had were books from the 70's--a lot of "When Lesbians birth" stuff. I should have just gotten that one out.

And i was short of breath--the doctor said i'm carrying the baby really high up so I'm guessing that's why. But man....I felt like I've spent all week just BEING PREGNANT. and haven't done much else.

Jeff bought a new car today--his car broke down and he walked to the nearest Honda dealership and bought a used Nissan. He's on a buyers high that even I wasn't able to kill with all my "and my lungs are being squeezed to death" complaints.

Grandma Mary just called and left a message and she mentioned how she looks for news about Zach in the blogs. So i'll try to include more on him. He had dinner with us tonight--and he seemed to really enjoy his fish. When I started singing country songs he commented that it was 'getting a little weird around here' and asked to be driven to his friend Mikey's house. Almost all of his friends are off to college---he's the last one to go on the 28th.

I'm sitting on the couch--like i've been doing all day....we did walk to the bluff and see the sunset because i had to infuse the day with some poetry and meaning somehow....and I should go do the dishes from the dinner that Jeff cooked. It's the least I could do.
but the baby is squishing my lungs....the walk to the kitchen could kill me.