I will call you. Please let me spend the remainder of this pregnancy un annoyed by endless and repetitive phone calls.
annoying person: how are you doing
Me:I am fine
annoying person: have you seen your midwife yet ?
Me: no, I'm okay, she's okay.
annoying person: any signs? contractions, cervical mucous?
Me: NO, I promise I will call you if anything happens.
My "due" date is in 3 days.
The upside is that I've never felt so popular.
I've also contracted a nasty cold, see so big d, in all his niceness and sweetness decided to take Chilly to work with him today. So I could spend the morning (it is early out day today at harry's school) in bed. But the phone kept ringing...CONSTANTLY. And it isn't like I can throw it at the dog or leave it off of the hook. If Harry's school were to call, and it has happened before, I could be in trouble, you know, like if he were puking or broke his arm or threw a book at his teacher. Whatever.
So my blissful morning of sleeping was intereupted at least 5 times. I've got a gorilla stuck in my chest, my neck is stiff, my nose and head is filled to capacity. And I'm loosing my voice. A morning of sleeping would have been a wonderful thing.
This must be the reason I have yet to spurt forth an infant, who would want all those pictures with a seriously sick momma?