A Half-Assed Mother
I'm already a half-assed mother and my baby hasn't even been born yet. First of all, I get these incredible bursts of energy and decide to do stuff around the house--like organize baby clothes by size, color, washing instructions & degree of wearability. I begin the project with gusto and then slowly get more and more distracted, bored and/or tired and eventually wander off to watch tv or surf the net. A similar pattern follows other lofty project beginnings such as washing all baby clothes, linens etc. (as I type this, a damp load of baby, hooded towels sits in my washer, awaiting a trip to the dryer--which is located approximately 4.5 inches from the washer); cleaning the kitchen; putting up our Christmas decorations; etc.
Even worse than the half-finished projects: Kevin and I skipped out of day two of childbirth classes. We suck. We sat through 4.5 hours of monotone descriptions of effacement, dilation & mucus plugs yesterday. I thought that I would claw my eyeballs out. I typically have absolutely no symptoms of ADHD, but yesterday, my legs were twitching, my fingers tapping, I contemplated walking out of class to run laps around the building several times. It was oddly out of character for me. Also, just sitting for that long killed me. I felt like my tailbone was going to snap off at the tip, float around in my body until it impaled one of my vital organs (in fact, I was sort of hoping for something interesting like that to happen, to break up the monotony). The mere thought of going back today for another 4.5 hours of that was eating me alive. So, we skipped (I didn't have to work too hard to convince Kevin to skip with me). According to our instructor, today's lesson was going to be about epidurals--which, in my opinion, I know that I want one; don't need to know much more about it than I already do--poke me in the back, take the pain away, that's all I need to know about the procedure.
So, we've spent our afternoon of freedom doing things around the house. I've actually gotten a few things accomplished and am planning to do a few more tasks which I may or may not complete.
Even worse than the half-finished projects: Kevin and I skipped out of day two of childbirth classes. We suck. We sat through 4.5 hours of monotone descriptions of effacement, dilation & mucus plugs yesterday. I thought that I would claw my eyeballs out. I typically have absolutely no symptoms of ADHD, but yesterday, my legs were twitching, my fingers tapping, I contemplated walking out of class to run laps around the building several times. It was oddly out of character for me. Also, just sitting for that long killed me. I felt like my tailbone was going to snap off at the tip, float around in my body until it impaled one of my vital organs (in fact, I was sort of hoping for something interesting like that to happen, to break up the monotony). The mere thought of going back today for another 4.5 hours of that was eating me alive. So, we skipped (I didn't have to work too hard to convince Kevin to skip with me). According to our instructor, today's lesson was going to be about epidurals--which, in my opinion, I know that I want one; don't need to know much more about it than I already do--poke me in the back, take the pain away, that's all I need to know about the procedure.
So, we've spent our afternoon of freedom doing things around the house. I've actually gotten a few things accomplished and am planning to do a few more tasks which I may or may not complete.
posted by Jenny | 2:48 PM
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