Divisions and Precisions

Conspiracy Theory

The first Monday after Daylight Savings Time starts always, always sucks. I was all ready for it last night. I went to bed at a reasonable hour, before eleven pm. I read for a little bit (man, am I poking through Dreams Underfoot -- good stuff though), then went to sleep.

One am: Max decides it's prime time to start scratching at the door to my room. Then when that got old he started scratching around in his litter box. I swear, I think he was looking for buried treasure. I was about to go help him find it. I should note, Max is now confined to my room. He has "issues" with the dining room carpet, you see. Nowhere else, really. Just the dining room. For the most part it works out okay, except when he decides he wants out of my room at one in the morning. That poor cat. Life has not been good to him this past year.

Two am: My bladder decides that it's full. RIGHT NOW. Then I was wide awake, so I checked email and spent a few moments online talking to Josh and Laura. Back to sleep.

Four-thirty am: Max and my bladder decide to go into cahoots. First Max starts scratching at the door -- probably because he heard my parents get up -- then my bladder decides "Well, since she's awake..." I had a horrid headache, so I grabbed some Tylenol and tried to sleep again. Which I did. Right through my 6 am alarm until 6:30.

However, the good news this morning is that all of my biggest deadlines are behind me as of today. My last midterm was last Thursday, my lit paper was due last Thursday, and the first draft of Adrift is due today. I did my last bit of editing/proofreading yesterday afternoon. Good thing, because I'd just about reached the stage of being so absolutely tired of the whole book that I didn't want to look at it anymore. By the time we get it back to do the second draft, I'll be ready to deal with it again.

In baby news, Dawn is still on bedrest, and heading into the homestretch. I should post some of the pictures from her baby shower. She's started doing the pregnant woman waddle. Hee. The last time I saw her, Justin started kicking and I just missed being able to feel it. Still, it was amazing to rest a hand on her tummy and know that there was a little boy floating around in there beneath my hand. And he definitely is a little boy. Apparently all of the ultrasound pictures they've had of him recently have shown him spread-eagled and showing off for the camera.

Is it weird that I already have so much love for this little boy I've never met or seen or held? I mean, you expect the parents to feel that way about their unborn child, naturally, but I'm not a blood relation. Dawn and I talked about it a little. We both have this little personality formed for him in our minds. Where that comes from, I don't know. If it will be accurate, I don't know. What matters is that he's already this real little person for me, a real little person that I care about very much. I have a feeling I'm going to fall all to pieces when he's finally born. Posted by Lisa at April 2, 2001 10:14 AM