Do I Look Like I Was Born Yesterday?

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Last Night in the Belly

So they tell me this is it. I keep hearing talk of "being ready" and "getting ready" and "are you excited?" but I'm not really following. I do know that there's been a lot of shuffling going on tonight, a lot of mama running around the house. Luckily, I got some Mexican food for supper.
And chocolate covered amaretto pecans (that I'm sure are part of the gestational diabetic diet).

Mama and I have had a pretty relaxing week. Monday was our last day at work, and since then we've only had to get out of the house to go to the doctor. That worked fine for me. I needed a day or two to relax, and from what I understand it's not easy for Mama to be carrying me around like this all day. It did us good to relax.

I have to sign off now because Mama and Daddy are going to try to get a little sleep before "the big day." I'm going to sit quietly and wait on an explanation.

The Chicken Florentine Test

I think I'm supposed to understand that Mondays put people in a sour mood, and I think I'm also supposed to understand that having babies in their bellies make people testy. Today, those both culminated (Daddy's doing vocabulary practice with me) in Mama blessing out the lady from the cable company. She felt bad about it afterwards, but when Daddy got home he said that he was sure they deserved it for something. Mama said she hasn't gotten mad like that at somebody on the phone before, but that she just couldn't handle that level of stupidity.

The weekend was good. Friday night, Mama and Daddy stayed in. They got food from the Olive Garden (a family favorite), and we ate it on the couch and went to bed early. Saturday, Mama and Daddy did some more straightening and "prep work" around the house. I think the "prep work" comment is some kind of smart-alleck commentary that has to do with me, but I'm going to ignore it. Anyway, they got a lot done, a lot of boxes out of the guest room and whatnot.

Sunday, Mama and Daddy started making me nervous. They packed some things into the truck for the big day. They packed my bag, some pillows, a sleeping bag, an air mattress (for Daddy), and a few other things. They're trying to get ready, even though they know that "getting ready" is as abstract an idea as "true love" on reality TV, or even "reality" on reality TV (which my parents are shamefully semi-watching as I write this) for that matter.

After packing some things, we (and by "we" I mean Daddy, Uncles Adam and Pat, and my two grandpas) moved a piano from grandma's house. I think it was pretty heavy, but me and Mama just stayed back out of the way. Later, we went and listened to Daddy play the drums. It was pretty extremely loud, and I'm sure I kicked Mama a lot while I was trying to get my hands up to cover my ears. But I don't want to hurt Daddy's feelings. It sounded good.

And that brings us to today. Me and Mama had a doctor's visit, which wasn't very fun. The minute I felt those stupid monitors on Mama's belly I quit moving just for spite. I don't know who they think they're fooling. I'm not playing their game. They'll see me in a couple of weeks, and if they can't deal with the fact that I'll be quite alright in here by myself until then, they can just all go have a good cry about it. Just leave me alone. Anyway, after they took them off, I started kicking again just to make my point.

And tonight, there was Comcast. We were excited when Daddy finally got home from school. Then we had broccoli cheese soup, which was excellent. And now it is bed time.

Good night.