Check List of Checking Things Off

Let’s recap 2009 thus far, shall we?

• Go for 40-year-old mammogram.  Check.
• Discover I am a 40-year-old pregnant woman.  Check.
• Freak out.  Check.
• Quickly schedule a Disney vacation so that my son will be able to go while still young enough not to find the Magic Kingdom lame, and so that I will actually be able to ride the fun rides.  Check.
• Put house on market.  Check.
• Have entire medical community conspire to make me believe I was going to give birth to a two-headed mutant.  Check.
• Medical community’s follow-up one month later:  just kidding!  Check.
• Sell house.  Check.
• Have one month to buy another house and move out.  Check.
• Mortgage insurance companies all suddenly decide to be conservative nit-pickers approximately 5 years after it would have done anyone any good.  Check.
• Freak out about possibility of homelessness.  Check.
• Manage to work out all the trauma–ON THE DAY OF CLOSING, FOR GOD’S SAKE–which involved the loan agent coming to the new house to get the final bits of paperwork AFTER we had closed and begun moving in.  Again I say, dear God.  Check.
• Commence fall baseball season for The Boy.  Check.
• Consider investing in stadium cushion for bleachers, because added weight makes sitting on aluminum for an hour intensely uncomfortable.  Check.
• Throw belated birthday party for 8-year-old two weeks after moving, involving 10 adults and 10 other 8-year-olds armed with lightsabers and nerf guns re-enacting Lord of the Flies on my lawn.  Plus Lego activities. Turn 41 the day after the party. Check.
• Greet vanload of house painters this morning at 8 a.m. to get my home painted with super-expensive low-VOC and no-fume paint, b/c of my delicate condition.  Check.
• Head to Babies ‘R Us at lunch to pick up last-minute odds and ends including new crib mattress and baby monitor, some bottles, breast pump, and crib linens.  Check.

So if you’re wondering why blogging’s been light–there you go.  And now we wait.  The Blessed Event is supposed to take place Oct. 16;  if I get there in time to get drugs and they have wi-fi, I may force Hublet to blog from the hospital so that you are updated on the number of heads The Girl actually possesses.  Or I might do the blogging myself.  I fully intend to make use of the nurses and the nursery this time–my sleep deprivation can commence AFTER I leave the hospital, thank you very much.

In the meantime, I shall attempt to shoehorn in the occasional outraged rant about the fact that BabyCenter.com hates me and wants me to be miserable.  Or maybe I’ll whine about whiny academics – God knows I’ve had plenty of experience with that this summer.