Summer's end

Summer is coming to an end, in Minnesota. You can feel fall in the air, along with the Fair going full swing. School starts the day after Labour Day, the day after the Fair ends. Our oldest is starting high school, and I'm so excited for her. I know it's going to be a big change, and she's going to be worn out, overwhelmed by the work, but it's going to be brilliant! Her classes sound much more interesting than anything that was offered to us when her father and I were in high school. She joined swim team, and even though she's still shy as hell, she's becoming part of it. I will miss the older children, to some degree but I'm ready for them to start school again. They're getting very squirrelly. Hopefully tomorrow we will know what teachers they have, and when the bus is coming, etc. I want to figure out what the baby and I will be doing with ourselves.

Waiting, waiting, waiting

Waiting for the pizza, waiting to go out, waiting for a baby. Which is worse? I sort of enjoy being pregnant, but I'm ready to go on to the next aspect of having a baby. I wouldn't mind skipping the pain of birth, but I'm not that person who takes an epidural. I understand if your birthing experience has been hours and hours of tortuous pain, or if you don't have much of a threshold for pain, but I am not that person. Even though I tend to complain a lot about being sick at times, I am pretty good with extreme pain apparently. Don't get me wrong, I suffer and I will let you know about it, but I usually don't end up taking all the heavy duty pain pills you are given after surgery, etc. I wouldn't be a good junkie, I don't think. I get nauseous from too much pain medication, and that almost seems worse.

So, just waiting for a day of pretty excruciating pain, and a bundle of love at the end. I'm so ready for that day, and completely and utterly unprepared. I am better off waiting for the pizza to get here, at least I know that will be here within the hour.