Random #1: I'm surprised parents have teeth. The number of times Elsie has bonked her head on my mouth is innumerable. Tonight, I have a fat lip, in addition to the gash on my cheek where Elsie accidentally scratched me on Saturday.
Random #2: Call me sheltered, but I just realized what the Fantasy Suite on The Bachelor is all about (yes, it's the 14th season). Skanky. I feel so betrayed and let down by humanity, but really I just put too much faith in reality television to not spread their germs and bacteria so freely.
Random #3: Eli just told me that he's glad we didn't meet on The Bachelor because he would have cut me early because I don't know how to walk in heels (or, at least, I didn't when I was 20...I've had a decade of practice and though I continue to fall over while standing still, I'm not as bad anymore).
On to the baby stuff...
The weaning has begun, with me down to nursing twice a day. I went to school today and did not pump. Sigh. It's the beginning of the end.
I've been thinking a lot about VBAC. On our initial visit, the doc said I was a candidate and gave me a brochure. But everything I've read has disqualified me--I'm over 30, it won't have been 18 months since my c-section, and I made it to 10cm before having surgery. Three strikes. Am I out? I need to know this before I make an effort to find a doula. I've inquired with four in the area and have struck out four times for various reasons, so before I expend effort and get my hopes up, I want to know. I WANT TO KNOW!!!
Because if I'm NOT a candidate, then I have the pressure of picking BB2's birthday. And there are lots of implications there. You know, since Beavers are prime!
3, 5, and 7 are too early in the month. 11 might also be too early. 13 is a Friday (not a problem--it's my lucky number, but it's been done three times by Beavers--me, M, and dad-in-law). 17 and 19 have been done by Mom-in-law (17), and Eli and S (19). And then you're hard pressed for 23, 29, and 31 as they're late in the month. See. Too much to think about. Lord, let this child come in Your time. Not mine.
Truth be told, if I have to choose, I have chosen. And it won't be prime. GASP! I'd still prefer not to choose.