I really haven't dropped off the face of the planet. Really. It's more along the lines of this: I had my very bestest girlfriend in town and it was an awesome trip full of Kitchen Aid mixer purchases and some MENDHI that ended in something I'm calling The Dark Side of Henna and then there was this thing where the three of us were laughing so hard about these fishsticks in my freezer that I nearly passed out and there were various shopping trips to Target and Babies R Us and even Joann's for flannel and there was also this mad dash for The Wife to sew burp cloths on my sewing machine --- and then came Sunday, when The Wife became Typhoid Carrie because she was very sick from a Virus of Unknown Origin and Size (VUOS) and then she had to fly out the very next day much to the consternation of Chip and Whimsy. And THEN there was this whole thing with me training my replacement at work all week long leaving NARY A SECOND to update my blog (can you believe that?). And then Chip was the second to fall to the VUOS as he became Typhoid Larry (even though it looks like FLU over in Burnstopia, the doctor verified on Tuesday that Chip doesn't have the flu, just that pesky VUOS which apparently still feels like DEATH. Yours truly was the last to falter - and really, it's only been a small falter, as I have adopted the name TYPHOID MARY. I have some sniffles and some sore-ish sore throat issues, but nothing more.
Baby Bean still safely ensconsed in womb? CHECK.
Baby Bean still decidedly breech? CHECK.
Chip slowly recovering from the plague? CHECK.
Whimsy nearly passing out from the sheer exhaustion of training someone to do her Very Important Job? CHECK.
Teeny tiny baby clothes washed, folded, and bedded down in Bean's lovely red dresser? CHECK. (Dreft detergent smells like heaven, by the way.)
Whimsy drinking more juice and consuming more vitamin C than humanly possible? CHECK.
C-section scheduled for 8am Monday morning? CHECK.
I'm doing pretty well. Chip is slowly coming out of the fog. WE'RE HAVING THIS BABY IN THREE DAYS, PEOPLE.