...The Fellowship of Christian Magicians crew arrived on campus this week. I'm thinking this is not my best look...so I'll stay in my job and let them stay in theirs. :)
My friend Trudy is getting ready to have a baby. And by getting ready, I mean I'm not allowed to go anywhere - even the bathroom - without my phone attached to me, in case I receive "the call." The call to go to the hospital (which I hope I remember how to get to), count contractions, feed ice chips, and take pictures whenever the little one decides to join us! This will be my fourth childbirth to attend, and I'm excited. I still get excited and nervous...and I always love watching those very first moments of in-the-world life.
So while I wait for Trudy and while Christina waits for Teapot....
...apparently I try on balloon hats.
...I redo all my nail polish, because I want it to look good for pictures.
...I clean up the mess that has overtaken my house in the days leading up to "don't-make-any-plans-days.
...I think about mowing the yard and decide it can last another day.
...I keep the batteries on the charger so I can give this sweet thing a well-deserved photo shoot after birth.
...I blog about waiting.
...I jump EVERY time that stupid phone vibrates because I think it might be "the call" when usually - like just now - it's a text.
6 comments:
Cute hat!! Waiting is so HARD! I'm waiting for a call from my agent to let me know how to proceed with my next book and how things are shaping up for the other two. And boy is it tempting to pick up the phone and call her! But she just got home from ICRS and I don't want to bug her since I know she's tired. I want to be professional! So I cleaned out my kids' closets today! Fun.
Well I sure hope you don't have to wait much longer...because I'm itching for you to get to move on to the next step!! But should you have to keep waiting....I have some closets too....
Thought of you last week when I scheduled my day off for a writer's conference this fall!
. . . and someday you'll be waiting for your own little one to decide to make an entrance, but you won't be able to do your nails while you wait b/c you won't be able to reach them. Well, your toenails, that is - I don't think that pregnancy (while it can be blamed for many ailments)can be accused of actually shortening your arms. :)
Bekah - I'm not ready for a balloon fashion statement for myself. So my son asks if you will just send chocolate and make sure not all of it is soft so he can have some!
(We BOTH go to dentist tonight) SIGH
Bekah-Bek,
Oddly enough, this is how I've always pictured you... Except in my mind you're smiling proudly beneath the balloon hat.
And dropping by sounds like a grand idea, as long as you call first so that I can remove my underwear from the lamp shades or anywhere else I've pitched them... And maybe sweep if it's been a couple months... And so that I won't have my iPod on so that I can hear the doorbell... And maybe bathe and brush my teeth so I don't have that "old man" smell... And I could be prepared to offer you sun-tea and maybe Cheetos... And could you do your business before you come so that I don't have to clean the bathroom?
Entertaining is such a daunting business.
Julie - Yes that will be a stretch for my vanity for sure!!!! I feel a "Bits" in the making when that day rolls around....
Tsofah - any particular requests on the chocolate??
Chris - I want to say this as tactfully as possible so as not to tarnish any reputations, but I once dated a guy who wasn't really into cleaning...ever. For any reason. So I would actually feel right at home in your described scenario. And don't think I'm even close to kidding. ;) I yelled hi again tonight. :)
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