Next to Normal.

We know that life doesn't end after Baby Boy. But picking up & going to a Broadway show on a Friday night will get exponentially more complicated (breastfeeding) & expensive (babysitting). So we took advantage Friday night & made it down to Times Square to see Next to Normal. Do you see what I'm wearing? Jeans! And a long sleeved shirt! It was almost chilly, & I loved it. The show, too. We both loved it (which is saying a lot, given Mike's general aversion to Broadway & the expense of going - although as we've done a better job strategically selecting shows for him, the more he's grown to appreciate / enjoy it more). It was contemporary, the set & cast were both simple, the music was fantastic & the storyline was fascinating, if only a bit heavy. 

My good friends will abstain from mentioning that my massive pregnant boobs are now comfortably resting on my belly. Please make them go away. I hate them.

Baby Boy loved the music so much that it felt like he was trying to break out of my belly the entire time, which meant that I was in a panic that he would literally be born on Broadway, on the subway, or in a taxi on the eve of a little party my friends had worked so hard to plan for me. It would make a good story, but the germs (among many, many other things)!! I'd prefer the comfort & safety of Roosevelt. Anyway. It turns out that some of the tight feelings I've been having for the past oh, several weeks I think, are actually contractions (so says the hospital, where we had a little date night post BYU football-watching with friends last night) - but not strong enough to get this guy out yet. My body is still doing a great job getting ready & I've got a solid 15 days to go. By the way, if you're not friends with Mike on Facebook, you probably should be. He's really funny, & clever, & smart, & sometimes, I just can't believe the things that he publishes on THE INTERNET. My  sweet husband has essentially given a play-by-play of the happenings of my vagina & cervix to his close little group of FB friends, & as personal & invasive as this likely is, it's actually really kind of funny, so whatever. I kind of laughed & yelped at the same time when I read his last status update. I just wish I'd catch him doing it live, instead of 4 hours later when it's too late for any edits! Oh well. This week - I'll get to endure my third pelvic exam in a 9 day period (yippee), & do my best to walk this baby out sooner rather than later. 

Any time would be just fine though, really. Lots of people (mothers & husbands in particular) would understandably love to have more definite information. There are other things going on in the world besides me having a baby, & they're all important! I wish I could schedule him. I do! Except I don't want to be induced (nor would my doctor intervene unless I went overdue), & beyond that - I have no prior experience, no magic ball, & no ability to control anything at all, unless I decide to hang upside down from my ceiling to try to prevent him from coming if his preference proves to be early. My baby will come early, or he will come on time, or he will come late - likely no matter what I do, so that's that. Until then, life moves on, & I'm checking lots of things off of the list. I successfully made it through yesterday - & the happiest NYC baby shower I could have ever hoped for with my truly lovely, lovely friends - so I'll take any day at this point. In the meantime, I'll happy to appreciate the time to get ready & the opportunity to do simple & fun things with Mike & friends.

Oh yeah. Broadway. Loved it! And I'm obsessed with shooting in black & white lately.