"...I hope my son is happier than his morose comedian parents..."
Happy Bs, Oct 17th, 2006
GET IT OUT OF ME!
Oh, hello. Did I say that out loud? I'm full term now. Any birth between now and the next 11 days would be considered normal and healthy. I have a college date in 4 days and a high profile show at Caroline's in 6, so anytime after the 23rd is fine. But if he is going to linger, he should do it by 4 days, so he's born on November 1st. Insurance companies don't pro-rate. If Kilbaby is born on Oct 28th, the insurance charges us for the whole month of October. Four days later, and we save $350. That's a bunch of onesies or eighty lattes.
I have been undeservedly hooked up by several too generous female comics- Maureen, Kerri and Cory unloaded their closets. Boy clothes and suits and shoes and toys have been reigned down upon me, and a baby shower yielded a thousand shits worth of diapers. I am truly blessed.
Everything is an effort. I just want to lay on the couch. I guess I know a tidal wave is coming and I will never lay unmolested on a couch again, so I'm doing it now. Don't want to write, create, grow or move. Just want to sit with my arms folded over my gigantic belly and click through my TIVO selections.
My favorite new tv show is Dexter, on Showtime. The lead is a serial killer who only kills other serial killers. How can you not root for him? You can't. I dare you. And he does it in Miami, where everyone is beautiful, except serial killers.
I bought milk and by the time it expires (Nov 4), I will be a mother. That's still weird to me. I hope my son is happier than his morose comedian parents. Maybe El B and I have both miraculously passed along a recessive happiness gene and it will now be dominant in our son. I'd rather he'd be a happy B student than a stressed out A. (However, a happy C is unacceptable.)
Eleven more days. More or less.
