releasing my inner eeyore...

sigh.

no baby yet.

it's official. i'm tired of being pregnant. i wouldn't say that i'm miserable. but i'm bored with this particular experience now and i'm ready for something else. i'm ready to get this baby thing moving along. she apparently has other plans. i've been off work for almost 6 weeks without much to do and you know that is not a scenario i cope well with. i'm beginning to think that my earlier writings about the baby not coming without the benefit of a pitocin cocktail are prophetic. i only had 3 contractions yesterday right before bed. they were 5 minutes apart but they went away a soon as i laid down in the bed.

the day yesterday was generally very low key since i got about 3 hours of sleep the night before. although the baby was active, that wasn't what kept me up. i went to bed at about midnight that night and woke up at 2:20 a.m. wide awake. i read for 3 hours (memoirs of a geisha... the first non-baby related novel since finding out i was pregnant) and then finally fell asleep for an hour around 6:00 a.m. so yesterday, i spent the day laying around the house watching figure skating recordings with noelle, jenny (party of 5!) and my mom since i don't think i would have had the energy to do much else. i did cave and eat some fudge as well.

last night i did get a good night of sleep so i feel more myself again. i'm heading to another mall today to go walking since it's raining out. maybe this will gets things moving. at least i'll feel like i'm doing something about the situation. but frankly, i'm cynical about the prospects of it working. i feel that my generally sunny disposition is receding, and now my inner "eeyeore" is coming out. oh bother!