Your humble Savant.

Please refrain from trying to calculate my age based on this post. 

Me in 1978.

Me last week.

Sad.

the end.

This has been one cuh-razy year so far.

I've been hospital girl lately, not sure why, but i am getting better now and back on my feets.  I've missed you all and I could not get to buzz from my stupid hospital room.  did have my own nice flat panel tv, though.  that's what i get for hoxpitalizing myself in the burbs.  har.

i am staying with friend jenny for awhile and will be using her pc and her camera HAHA!! so i will post as much as possible, wait, I will post one picture of me at least, for some reason illness has made me look about 10 years younger, very odd. 

I'll tell y'all the story of "When Jenny had a baby".  Well, the beginning anyway, she hasn't as yet completed the process.

So, I stop by her house tonight around 7 or so, and we're sitting around talking about this & that and admiring all the work we've done on the baby's room, which we've JUST FINISHED this weekend(what timing), and about an hour after I got to her place, she says to me, hey i have to tell you something gross.  I said cool, I love gross, what?  She tells me that she thinks she has a bladder infection or that the baby moved and is sitting on her bladder because she's had some "leakage".  Keep in mind her due date was the 19th of this month.

I said what kind of leakage?  She says it is more than a little, and that it keeps happening every time she stands up.  I said, uh, don't you think you ought to call the doctor?  (Thinking in my head, well that sounds like your water broke, yes?)  She says it may be that my water broke, but it wasn't much, I really think I have a bladder infection or something.  Get this, SHE WASN'T EVEN GOING TO CALL THE DOCTOR!!!

I said, um will you PLEASE call the doctor just in case?  She says it's probably nothing and the doctor will probably just tell her to wait a while & see what happens.  I insist she call the doctor.  She whines some more and finally calls.  The doctor tells her to come in to the hospital to get checked out.  She gets off the phone and complains to me some more.  She says it's not like I even have any contractions!  I said you haven't felt anything at all?  She says well, I feel a little crampy or something, but no contractions.  I am holding my own arm down so that I don't smack myself in the forehead.  Really hard.  I say ok, let's pack your bag, ok??  GREAT.

The whole time we're getting her stuff together she's going on & on about how it's a false alarm and what a waste of time, and all she wanted to do was relax this weekend blah blah blah.  I said wouldn't you rather be safe than sorry & have the doctor tell you what's going on, blah blah, more stuff like that.

Ok, so I tell her I love her and hug her, & she & Steve finally get in the car and leave.  I sit at her house with the dogs and freak out.  Then I freak out some more.  She calls me about 2 hours later and says, um yeah, we're having a baby.  I said WOW.  Then I said it again.  With OOMPH.  With CHUTZPAH.  With, oh you get the idea.  Then I said, you MORON, you would have gone to sleep & woken up with a baby in the bed with you!!  I told her that the way I figure it, her orderly little brain just couldn't adjust.  She is the type of person who plans out every minute of every day of her jam-packed life, and we had just finished all the stuff that we needed to do to get ready for the baby to get here(all the really important stuff anyway), and she had planned for 2 weeks of rest & relaxation before the baby came.  I'm thinkin' she couldn't get her noodle used to the idea of the baby messing up the schedule.  Who DOES that kid think he is, anyway??  har. 

I called Danielle to tell her about it, and Danielle laughed her fool head off about it.  This is so indicative of Jenny's personality, it's just CLASSIC. 

So, I think I'm tired now, going to try to sleep again, I'll keep you guys posted!!