Countdown Widget

I know that due dates are approximate. Babies arrive when they are ready, not when the mother or doctor want the delivery to happen (theoretically). That said, I am resenting that Baby Countdown widget on my sidebar. I was pretty excited to put it on my blog months ago. But today, it makes me upset and weepy.

It finally says "0 days to go" today. I am not having contractions. I have no pre-labor symptoms. I am done gestating! I know he will arrive sometime in the next week, but I would really like his arrival to be today (or yesterday).

Complex

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The girls are feeling cabin-feverish not being able to spend time outdoors due to the cold weather. It's okay though, because to them snow fort building outside is only slightly better than fort building inside. I tend to get claustrophobic in my living room whenever they take over.

Jinx

I am willing to try anything to start labor. My mom suggested putting a picture of myself on my blog. Voila!

Personally, I think that she wants a picture readily available to her just so she can laugh at my figure. Laugh it up Mom!

Snitch

Snitching cucumbers before dinner. What mom could reprimand this behavior?

Glow in the Dark Jesus

Lily asked me while we were driving today "Mom, does Jesus glow in the dark?".

"What do you mean Lily?"

"You know, Jesus Christ is the Light of the world. The light no darkness can overcome. Does He glow in the dark?"

How do you explain that question to a small girl who takes everything so literally? I did my best, but I don't think my answer clarified her puzzlement.

A Kick in the Face

Claire ran excitedly into the kitchen where I was working yesterday.

"Mom! Lily kicked me in the face and knocked my tooth out! Look!" She was smiling and holding a little tooth in her hand.

I think this instance will be the only time that I hear those words and not get upset.

She put it under her pillow last night and got a dollar from the tooth fairy. Inflation in the used tooth market!

Yet Another Urgent Care Visit

This morning's adventure: a big gash on Lily's chin from a collision with the coffee table. I probably would not have taken her into urgent care except for the fact that she is a girl. I do not want her to have a big scar on her face (she already has a nasty one on her heel). I thought she would need a few stitches, but the doctor closed it up with that Derma-Bond skin-glue stuff. I wish that glue was sold OTC because it would have come in handy a few times now.

Are my children unusual in the frequency of scary medical issues that come up? It seems like I call poison control or the urgent care nurses or my doctor a bit too often.