Thundercats are go*

Well friends, today is the day. Please note the ungodly hour of this post. The rule around here is that is that if LPT gets up before 7, we have a problem. But we had to call the hospital at 5 this morning to make sure there wasn't a rush on the delivery beds (thank goodness for the lack of a full moon, eh?) But I have to say that all this complaining about the hour is kind of moot - D and I didn't really sleep that well (who could?) and we were both up a bit before 5. I need coffee.
My next post should be from the point of view of a mother of two. Maybe I should spike that coffee.
P.S. Dan in Real Life is an excellent movie and everyone should see it with kleenex nearby.
*Since D just gave me a strange look, the title of this post is in reference to Juno.

D-Day is on the Horizon, etc.

Not to get too graphic here, but I am so happy you may just have to put up with a bit of detail. MY CERVIX IS DILATED. Which means that I will be induced on the 30th of April, officially. Which means there is an end in sight. A light at the end of the tunnel. Ah, certainty. It's a wonderful thing.

On a different note, I've been on bed rest for the past few weeks, and have thus had the privilege of watching lots of tv, and by default, commercials. I love the following:
E-Trade (1 & 2)
Kia (I've done this more than I care to admit)

And I hate the following:
Mighty Putty I think that if I had to interact with this man on a daily basis, I would have to kick him in the shins regaularly. What's with all the shouting?
Trains (!)

and the hits, they keep on coming

Well, I went to the doctor for my strep test (and they ain't swabbin' the throat for this one) and an initial dialation check (still shut tight), and we discovered the I am borderline for preeclampsia (high blood pressure during pregnancy along with protein in your urine). So what does this mean? No work for me. Lots bed rest. No walks. No IKEA on Saturday. (sniffle) Mostly, I have to lay around a lot of the time, but since it's not a case of "oh, the baby might fall out if you stand up," I can still do stuff around the house. Everything just has to be low-key. Which should be a snap, given that LPT is crazy. Oh well. I'm not that worried about it, just one more thing with this (final) pregnancy. My mother asked if I would be able to do things like answer the phone. I said yes, I would be able to do that and lots of other things, like lift my head and move my arms and legs. D told me I should have said that I can take phone calls from anyone but her - since she stresses me out. If that were the criteria, I would have a lovely little list of no-answers.

Maybe I can use this to my benefit after all.