The Baby Leash
Earlier on in this pregnancy I commented to quite a few people that I was going to need a baby leash. For Ethan. For he is two and adventurous, and I just can't physically handle him. Sure, he'll hold hands, for a bit . . . and then we get into struggles that nearly result in him having nursemaid's elbow, or, a dislocated shoulder, as his solution to my maintaining the hold on his hand is to develop a case of spaghetti legs. I have a muscle that is at the least bruised in my abdomen, it might even be torn, and, Ethan is nearly 30 lbs., so I can't and shouldn't be carrying him. I would like to imagine that on the end of the baby leash he'd be satisfied enough with the distance he can go, without holding onto my hand, that hopefully, he won't develop acute dead weight syndrome at the end of the leash.
I also thought I'd have found the one that we had from Leah (shower gift or something at some point) but I'm beginning to think I passed it along.
I am so horrendously tired today. We're supposed to go to NJ tomorrow for my niece's party. I'm excited about that. I'm not excited about the distance or the car ride. I had high hopes that I was going to go into labor last night . . . I had had contractions on and off all day yesterday, and once it got to be dinner time, I had a few doozys, and this continued until I went to bed at midnightish. But none of these were with any rhythm, so I knew it wasn't the REAL thing. I think it should be explained to women that labor is actually a multi week process in most cases. And that what we all commonly call "labor" should really more accurately be called "eminent labor". Or something like that. My usually wee ankles were also the size of softballs last night. That was actually a painful amount of edema. I might seriously need to get old people edema socks. ICK. Especially in this weather . . .
posted by friedbrain @ 9:14 AM
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