Sickness

I feel like a little kid who stayed home sick from school only to find out all the tv shows had been cancelled for some political event. I'm not sick enough to go to the hospital, but all I can do is lie around and wait to get better. Of course, getting better in my case means having a baby, and I'm not really sick. It just seems like it. I don't want to drive too far just in case of emergency, but I don't want to sit at home all day either. When I walk around my feet swell up, but sitting still makes me antsy. I can't focus enough to read or to knit, there is nothing on television worth watching, and I can only sleep so much.

My parents are coming over today to entertain me while Joe goes to work. He has one last deadline that needs to be met this week so he'll be in the office for a few hours.

I dreamt last night our baby was half cat, half rabbit. There is something seriously wrong with me.