The last few months I have felt like I have been riding the bench professionally during a great game. I managed to pull it together for last night’s festivities which, despite the contractions and sore feet and being overheated, made me feel a little more myself for a night which was a nice change of pace. Everyone is joking that “once the baby arrives, you’ll be exhausted and it will slow you down”- they’ve obviously not experienced a difficult pregnancy.
Looking forward to launching some new projects and ideas and having my new right-hand-man by my side. Subletting my body for the last year has given me time to fill MANY notebooks. . .big plans and goals for the future!
Today is also my birthday. I had a talk with baby Garrett- included the philosophy my folks instilled that early is on time, on time is late and late is unforgivable. I buffered the delivery and birthday conversation with the pointer that with both his father and my birthdays close to the due date, it would be lovely if everyone kept separate special days. Last week we made it through a harvest moon, a packed labor and delivery department at the hospital and his father’s birthday. This week I cleared my docket and rearranged a few big plans in anticipation since we are making very slow and steady delivery process. The average first birth is fifteen hours, so reaching mid-day on my birthday I feel I’m safe to guess that we are in the clear but ANY TIME from here on out would be lovely. Baby G, I’ll take a rain check for a day with no nausea, and getting to take a quick nap on my stomach as a present from you. 🙂
Hope you have big things brewing too! Cheers to planning for an amazing sis-bang-boom to send out 2013 and to putting things in place and in motion for an even more amazing 2014!
Enough with the alliteration. Apologies.
Fall is (almost) here in the South. If I was allowed to touch the bags of bug killer and fertilizer I have on hand, I’d know for sure what is optimal to prep for the winter and next spring- but I get yelled at by friends and neighbors but, never hurts to see what you might need to do to winterize your lawn and prep it for a great following season.
Also, fall is a great time to trim back trees and shrubs so they look great for spring and to mulch loose leaves. My father, on their recent visit, spent an industrious afternoon while my mother and I were wandering the newly re-opened/relocated New River Pottery trimming and thinning a wall of hedge (well, calling it a “hedge” is being kind- hot mess of evergreen weeds and poison ivy might be more appropriate) . I say trim, but think back to any story you have ever heard about a three year old with a pair of scissors and their own hair. Nightmare bangs. Well, I had nightmare masses of thorny briar mess all over the back yard and now no longer have a loverly buffer to the neighbors back yard, which, if you’ve ever hear my crowd-pleasing story involving a small gas leak and my blowdryer (seriously, it’s good over coffee or a soon-to-be-enjoyed-again-glass-of-wine). . .and an audience. . .you understand what a loss.
So, in an effort to get the baby show on the road, spent the last few days cleaning the house and scrubbing the floors and today, hauling a mountain of trimmings to the curb- AND tracked it through the house so I’ll be doing all the floors, again. Not the same as Spinal Tap, but my nesting goes to eleven.
Of course it’s also raining work now, loan pre-approvals and random buyers who didn’t respond to email or voicemail for months calling/emailing back and in the next two weeks, four listings hitting the market. As predicted, looks like no maternity leave for me, but then, I can’t handle missed phone calls or texts. Maybe three am feedings will become my new favorite lead generation/email triage time?
POCS, endometriosis, and fibroids. A surgery that took twice as long as planned and was considered not possibly a “success” followed by months of multiple daily injections, mixing drugs, MANY visits to ECU and Brody School of Medicine for treatment, yoga, tai chi, acupuncture . . .and years later after thinking kids of my own were not exactly in the cards. . .the best surprise ever. I actually hung on to this last pack of drugs and shot kit as a reminder that the timing would be right to try the whole turning-myself-inside-out routine one more time.
Life is short, take the plunge, try the path less traveled. . .sure, the water can be rough or the path filled with briars and pot holes. . .but that’s how you get to the most amazing places.
I never thought I was a person who would get such pleasure from doing something someone had told me wasn’t possible, even if I wasn’t planning to do so. I have made some personal and professional decisions over the years based on the supposition that children of my own were a very long shot, at least without serious medical intervention.
This handsome fellow, with his fist in the air says challenge your thoughts, challenge convention. When life places a bend in your path or an “obstacle” you weren’t anticipating. . .take the dive. I have to admit, previously I had been a “keep the status quo” kind of girl, anti-surprise party. . .and a planner ten steps in advance (as a very clumsy child who was placed in ballet as a toddler- plotting your next dozen steps keeps you from tripping and falling). HE has been the most mind blowing and joyous surprise I could have NEVER anticipated.
Part of me would love to pack up Garrett for a visit to the Brody School of Medicine for a hello and visit to some nurses I got to know very well years ago, but I’m so pleased with the (not so, since I’m writing here) silent knowledge that despite some crazy hurdles, insane odds, and what-are-the-chances timing. . .he’s almost here.
To date, Garrett is the best adventure I’ve taken. I can’t wait to see what my cohort and I get into in this next very exciting chapter in my life. So far, he’s been a most excellent and gallant escort while meeting clients and showing homes. 🙂
May you have many exciting new chapters in YOUR life and amazing adventures on your horizon.