Levedy

Still Ticking

I’m still here. I’m trying to finish piddly errands before I explode. I find that I’m obsessing over silly (to normal people) things, like: I had better get a pedicure in the next few days, because if those nurses see these feet in the stirrups, they’re going to call in a farrier.

The personal grooming thing is a series of trade-offs, at this point. I need a pedicure, and my eyebrows need waxing really badly, but the only thing remotely Brazilian about my bikini area of late is that it resembles a rainforest.

I went to the doctor’s this morning, and I’m now dilated to a 4, so really, I could go at any time. Dim and I were listening to Fox News on the satellite radio on the way to the doctor, and it continually amazes me that those people manage to call themselves journalists with a straight face. (Of course, it is radio, so if they’re smirking, I can’t tell.) Dim likes watching me watch Fox news on TV because I inevitably start yelling at the television, and he finds that funny.

But you know what? I do the same thing when I listen to Air America, the liberal news station. Those guys are a bunch of dweebs, too, but in the other direction. Who knows? Maybe yelling at things will put me into labor. Does annoyance cause my body to produce oxytocin?