More bad weather?? I don’t know if God is trying to test my sense of humor or what, but this cannot be happening. I’m trying really hard to think of it as “oh, the stories we’ll have to tell Baby Girl about the last few weeks before she was born!”, but it’s really hard to think in those terms when you’re in the middle of it.
We had a windstorm blow through here this afternoon, and (of course!) our power went out. I had gotten an email from Cara yesterday inviting me to crash with her & Scott in Seattle if that happened, which was very sweet of her, although I do wonder how many of those post-root canal painkillers she’s been taking. (Seriously, who in their right mind invites cranky, hormonal, weepy 9-months-pregnant women to stay in their homes?) And Kris called to remind me that I have a key to her apartment, in case I needed to let myself in while she was still at work. So I had some options. But when I called the power company to report the outage, they promised that they had already dispatched a crew to work on the problem. It was still early evening, and it wasn’t that cold (yet), so I decided to take a nap on the couch and wait for a while before making any decisions about what I was going to do.
Our cat Beaumont curled up against my belly while I was lying on my side, and he has this weird asthmatic purr that he does every 10 seconds or so. (It’s such an odd sound, like he needs to clear his throat.) But since he was leaning against my stomach, he’d do his little purr thing and then I’d feel a little kick-kick-kick response from the baby. I thought it was funny – like “get used to the sound of cats, kiddo, because you’re going to be hearing them a LOT.” So I was enjoying the little “conversation” that the cat and baby were having with each other, and I guess the rhythm of it must have eventually put me to sleep. The next thing I knew, I heard the auto-scooping litter box start up in the laundry room, and I opened my eyes and saw that the lights were back on.
So, our power was only out for about two hours total. Not too shabby. Certainly a heck of a lot easier to cope with than nine freakin’ days.
But right now it’s snowing out, so who knows how much longer my good fortune will hold out. If nothing else, I expect that I’ll probably lose my Internet access after too much snow accumulates on the satellite dish. I know how to get the extension ladder and use a broom to brush the snow off the dish, of course. I’m just not sure if I’m up to it. Or if it’s even advisable for me to be scaling ladders at this point.
Oh, and I postponed my doctor’s appointment until Thursday. I was exhausted, I knew the bad weather was approaching, and the idea of sitting in a doctor’s office waiting room two days in a row was quite honestly too much for me. I haven’t even decided if I’m going to go the appointment on Thursday, or if I’m just going to resign myself to the idea of feeling like crap until this baby comes out. We’ll see.