…is “just checking in” with me these days.
I’m torn between kind of loving it — the emails, the texts, the facebook wall posts — and being not into it — the phone calls (ugh what could fill me with more dread than phone calls!?).
My sister says, “It’s like everyone thinks you’re about to inherit a bunch of money.” So true. Or like they think I had the baby in secret and forgot to tell them.
In baby-having news…there is none. I’m drinking lots of tea, sitting on an exercise ball, walking (sometimes) and doing the evening primrose jig (except I hate putting it up my whosywhatsit and then leaking oil all night…). Last night when I went to pop it in, I poked around and was quite dismayed to find…nothing again. Can’t even locate the ol’ cervix, though I’m sure she’s in there somewhere. Certainly not locked and loaded, as I’d hoped.
Today when I get my chiro massage, I will ask her to work magic. We’ll see if she’s got any.