Randomness

I am so boring right now, so I've pulled together some random material. First, I bought myself a gift...Emily Henderson's book Styled, which just came out. This lady is my soul sister, except she's a 1000 times cooler than me. She has a little boy about Gavin's age and is about to birth her second child, a girl, any day now. Plus, she's a stylist for Target and is in their Mad for Plaid commercial, belly bump and all. Her blog is incredibly well-written, funny, and interesting, I love her interior design style, she's so cute, and basically she surpasses the Pioneer Woman in my Coolest Chick category. I dug up THIS POST she wrote when her boy turned six months old and which made me want to be her best friend. Especially the section called Milk.

And, what else? I've been watching Red Oaks, an Amazon Prime exclusive. It's set in the 80's and it's really, really funny. I won't pretend that I don't sleep with my laptop when Dylan is not at home. That way, it's right next to me for some entertainment when I wake up at 3am to pee and can't fall back asleep. Which usually happens every night. Red Oaks has accompanied me on this frustrating journey for most of this week. Give it a try if you are the kind of person with time for some extra TV...or aggravating third trimester insomnia.

Ok, and then I went to another class last night at the birthing center. This has been such an interesting and enlightening process. I'm glad to be in their care. I have no idea what will happen when it comes time to deliver the baby, but I do know one thing for sure: it's completely out of my hands. I'm really not very scared at all. We went over all the situations that require people to be transferred to the hospital, and I know that it's a very real possibility if something comes up that makes it medically necessary. I'm completely okay with that. If I've been laboring for 36 hours and I'm losing strength and my will and it's getting dangerously long for the baby, or if my blood pressure spikes, then it's off I go. But I don't think that'll happen. The less inspiring news is that the baby is in some sort of transverse breech position, which, as the midwives say, "Is completely normal at this point and doesn't phase them at all whatsoever." The problem is that they tell me this at every check-up, but they'll be changing their tune by my next appointment if we've still got a breech baby. I guess that means I'll have to look at some interesting exercises and chiropractic care and another ultrasound. And if nothing works, I guess I'll get cut open. Not desirable at all, but it is what it is. Anyway, I'm told not to worry about it yet, so I won't.

And the last interesting thing that I've been into is TED Talks. I usually listen when I'm on an exercise machine. I love listening to smart people, especially when they speak to my soul. The ones that stand out to me right now are the guy who thinks the way we think about work is broken. Or the lady that defines the term "Multipotentialite." Click on the links if you have 10-20 minutes to spare.

We have Dylan home with us today, which is always nice. Especially for a Wednesday...that's when Gavin gets in the pool with a parent for swim class, and Dylan is always the better man for the job. He got home in the middle of the night last night and leaves tomorrow morning. It's kind of been a brutal month, with Dylan gone all or part of every weekend for five weekends in a row. Sometimes we have grueling months like this and they totally suck. I know, I know...we've been over this before. I try to remember that he didn't leave town once in April to make myself feel better, but it doesn't really help. We can be okay for a trip or two a month, but this kind of schedule drives me bat-turd crazy. Especially when my baseline is already tired and moody. For Dylan, I'm sure he's glad to not be sharing a bed with a moody whale.

My breakfast company.

Learning some tricks from Cruz

Cruising in Pierce's car at Nonna and Papa's house

Injured boy getting some TLC and extra Paw Patrol

Allright, well I've got a midterm to study for (ha, I feel so 20-years-old), a taco dinner to put together, and a cranky little guy who injured his neck or something horsing around on the bed with his dad. I hope you've had a great Wednesday...as far as 100-degree Wednesdays in mid-October go.