New favorite blog . . . and a pain scale

If you haven't checked out a little blog called Hyperbole and a Half, you NEEEEED to. I particularly recommend The God of Cake and This Is Why I'll Never Be an Adult.

But another post caught my eye because of my current state of about-to-popness. I go to the doc once a week. We're meeting with the doula. We toured the hospital last week. And a lot of my thinking these days centers around one basic thought: I've grown the kid . . . now how the heck do we get him out?

Ow.

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.

And yet I'm attempting to do this thing naturally if at all possible (and by the way, I'm the one who gets to say whether or not it is at all possible). We'll do our best and see what happens.

One thing I know I DON'T want is some nurse asking me over and over again to rate my pain on a scale. It's labor. I'm pretty sure it hurts. I did plenty of pain ratings after my car accidents and it just makes me feel awkward. Choosing a number to describe my pain is an awful lot of pressure. If I say 3, I might as well not be at the docs. If I say 5, I'm indecisive. If I say 8 or 9, I'm a drama queen or a wimp. Besides, I'm a words person, not a math whiz.

Even the ones with faces are annoying.
Gross.
But this one, courtesy Hyperbole and a Half, I like. I've printed it out and may just use it at the hospital (we'll give it to the nurses along with our birth plan):

Yes. Now this is a pain scale I can get behind.

Seriously, check out the blog. I read it late at night when I can't sleep . . . and I keep on laughing so loud I'm afraid I'll wake up J. Fun stuff.

26 days

We are 26 days out (ish) from meeting our son.

How insane is that?

I keep having dreams that he's here. He's bundled up in my arms and I am in love in a completely new way.

Then I wake up with heartburn and hip pain and an inner debate about whether it's worth it to get up yet a 5th time to pee (it always is). So, with all the grace of an on-land walrus and no small amount of huffing and puffing, I perform an impressive 6 part series of movements designed to get myself out of bed. I then limp to the bathroom thinking mildly bitter thoughts.

Patience has never been my strong suit, especially when uncomfortable-ness is involved. But we'll get there!

My belly is this ever-shifting array of joints and kicks these days, much to my amusement (Justin's still grossed out) . . . though it often seems that little man is trying to kick his way out of my side.

Baby is doing great and barring a packed bag, we're pretty much ready for him to arrive. Well, after I finish launching the 3 websites I'm due to launch in the next 10 days before I go on leave. (Things are going well, but wow am I logging some epic hours in front of the screen!)

I just found out my doc will be out of town on vacation the week of my due date (so much for asking her if she'd be around during the holidays at my first appointment). I'm trying to convince baby to join us a little early, but we'll see.

Soon. Either way, soon! Can't wait.