Wow. Some sweet person sent me a comment just to see if I was ok, presumably since I haven't posted since before we all learned that duct tape is useless in at least one respect. I was blown away by the sweetness of that, truly (by the comment, that is, I am decidedly less over-emotional about warts). So, thanks, person!
So, what I've been doing, other than gestating, is mostly trying to figure out how the results of that particular project will occur, particularly on the day-of. The logistics are killing me, frankly. We seem to have unyielding responsibilities spilling from every pore, to the point that leaving for up to 12 hours is likely to result in our entire lives utterly unraveling. There's the Pooper, the business, and the damn dogs, I'm less concerned about the damn cats. Last time around, I delivered three weeks early, which has has translated to my need to make the necessary arrangements last approximately an entire month. Everyone thinks I'm making a huge deal out of nothing, and I suppose that is more than likely. I know it will all work out. My poor mother has agreed to indulge me in regard to Poopies, thank god. I only hope she realizes that she may need to wear several hats, some of which are rather unattractive.
And did I mention that we have some necessary renovations in mind before the baby comes? Yeah. Another elephant is added to the room.
We've got a wedding party here this weekend, not the bride and groom thank god, our digs are happily not chic enough to attract that kind of high-maintenance. I usually dread wedding parties, what with their irons and hairdryers and snippy attitudes, but this is a good group, youngish (late 20s/early 30s) and laid back, just the way we like 'em. I would like them all the more if they didn't all seem to resemble each other despite lack of family ties. It's a little odd, and saps my confidence when they come in and start asking questions. All the men are very tall, very thin and very pale. They do have differing haircuts, but with me not being in the habit of mentally logging hairstyles, I'm a little behind.
Seems like it's that way all over these days.