Concave/convex

The Missus has passed the thirty week mark. She’s coming upon the 31st unless I’ve lost a week. Could a week have fallen through the cracks? Time has gotten consciously fluid since GAC went to the hospital. It’s more like driving through Kansas.

But that’s not how I want to remember this. It’s not all sameness and cornstalk landscape.

The pregnancy is a mixing bowl of aches, pains and new pains. There’s nesting urges frustrated by boredom and upset center of gravity. There’s a pinched nerve that lights up whenever she moves to the right, or tries to get into bed. It reminds me of my old Chevy Nova that could only be cranked if you knew the right way to nurse the gas peddle.

There’s the Missus’ big round belly that I absolutely love. It won’t hide itself. It’s presence is undeniable. When I hug her I concave around her convex. She’s hot (yeah, she’s hot). Last night I woke up chilly and she drew me close to her. Sometimes I can even feel Lou kicking me in the back. I didn’t last night. I just went right back to sleep.

The pregnancy seems like it has flown by, yet the beginning is remote. There’s a funny story about the beginning. It involves a visit to a urologist with six kids, and a pink line two days later. I made mention of how quick the pregnancy has gone by, but time is relative. The Missus has other notions of how time flies by.

Today is the day before Veteran’s day and I have it off. The Missus has gone to the office to get some work done. Me and Lugnut are here at the house. We’re going to take a truck ride later this morning and go see GAC. (May God make his face to shine upon you,GAC. We’ll see you soon.) Lugnut loves riding in my truck. He loves it when I switch the turn signal on. He sounds like a crocodile chasing a pirate whenever we make a turn.

~ by The Bosphorus on November 10, 2006.