I had a baby boy and I can't seem to find time to post about it on my blog because

I had a baby boy and I can't seem to find time

I had a baby boy

I had

Interminable

At slightly past the never-before-seen-or-imagined 39.5 week mark in what promises to be a 50-week pregnancy, I should be filling my time by writing insightful and witty blog posts on everything from the state of the Greek economy and the drama in the Tour de France to issues like pelvic separation in birth. So here is a list of what I have learned so far this day: 1. They looked through the diamond window in Play School today. And the day is only half-over, so I expect to learn even more before I go to bed tonight.

You can't fool me!

I received a booklet at my 36 week appointment at the hospital a fortnight ago, and it was the very same one I received three years ago containing this picture, about which I sarcastically blogged a short time later.

I laughingly tried to explain to the midwife all the objections you lovely commenters and I had to the picture back then.  However she wasn't expecting objections, and thought I was fully approving of it.  I had to use phrases like "structurally engineered bra" and "face washers for absorbancy" and "leakage to the knees" before she realised I had birthed enough children not to be taken in by the charade any longer.

And now I have another copy of the book.  Anyone want a free copy? No?

Inflexible Cutoffs Don't Impress Me Much

If our baby is born in the next 7.5 hours, he'll start school in 2017. If not, he'll start school in 2018. How weird is that? I've decided to let God decide which outcome is best. In practical terms, this means the Castor Oil can stay in the cupboard. However I did put clean sheets on the bed, which is tantamount to a DIY Induction: Murphy's Law Style. (Not that my waters have ever broken at home by surprise in the middle of the night. There's a first time for everything though.)

Update

Still pregnant.  Nothing to report.

Fortunately- Unfortunately

I made a new blog!

Fortunately, it was easy.

Unfortunately, I don't have the brain space to bring my old posts over just yet.

Fortunately, I have detailed instructions on how to do it.

Unfortunately, my blog is worse than useless until I do.

Fortunately, I don't care.

Unfortunately, tonight I broke it and can't get into it anymore.

The end.

Blogger and trousers: hate both

I just can't write any new blog posts.  This new Blogger template hurts my brain and although I have run out of loyalty for Blogger, I don't have the wherewithal to jump ship quite yet.  I do remember staying up late every single night messing around with my blog after Woody was born so maybe in a few months I'll sit here and figure out Wordpress with one hand while I have a baby snoozing in the other.

In the meantime, I'll tell you this one thing.

I Hate Pants. ("Trousers" if you're from the UK.) Specifically: wearing them. They hurt and it's an effort to wear them, but nobody appreciates it. Nobody says, "Hey, I notice you're wearing pants, and I know how much you hate it. I'd just like to thank you for overcoming your loathing of pants and wearing them today." Seriously, If you know me in real life, next time you see me, thank me for wearing pants. I need the encouragement.

That is all.