I think it's a girl

Today Jorma and I went to my first OB/GYN appt. I like the new midwife but before we start with all of the ultra-sounding stuffs, I'd like to go on the record to say, I think it's a girl. They didn't do an ultra sound today, because she was able to hear the heartbeat with the doppler. It's so amazing to hear the heartbeat. It makes me feel a little bit better to know that I've got morning sickness because the baby is thriving, rather than some mutant strain the 12 week flu.

Grammie watched the little man and then tested out her new car seat by taking him to her house for a few hours. Do the math people. That means. I was alone. In my house. For a whole three hours. THREE HOURS!

What should I do? Should I take a hot bath? Sleep? Clean? Run naked through the house? Go to the grocery store alone? Fold laundry uninterrupted? Listen to music really really loud? Eat chocolate? ooooo, I know, I could eat chocolate in the bath while folding laundry, listening to music loud and then nap! Nah, that's too much effort.

So paralyzed by my analysis was I, that I ended up working for a couple of hours, taking a short nap and running to the grocery store before going to pick up his majesty from Grammie's. And now tonight, all I can think about is all of the stuff I could have been doing instead of working during my free time. The thing that I wish I would have done the most though, is curl up in the bed with a new DVD and the cat, and just lay and watch a movie, eat popcorn and drink Coke and just do absolutely nothing.

Now I get a good daily dose of doing absolutely nothing as I feel on the urge of vomiting 24/7. The husband will attest to this, since I just don't seem to put as much effort into the things I used to, like doing laundry and sweeping the dropped banana off of the floor. But you see, there is a difference in doing absolutely nothing while a toddler grovels in your lap and doing nothing while laying in the bed with just the cat, who also grovels but lands on his feet when you accidently kick him off the bed. Not being responsible for another humans life for three hours. Real nothingness.

Next time I have three hours alone, I'm totally doing that. although by then, I probably won't be feeling like crap anymore and will have so much catching up to do from the past 12 weeks of nothingness, that I'll just end up cleaning the crap out of the house. Won't that make a fantastic blog entry? sigh~