The last few days I have been trying to keep myself busy even thought everyone I know is telling me to rest before the the baby comes. But when I try to just lie on the sofa I feel like my head is going to explode. I mean how could I be calm and just chill when I am about to experience one of the bigest thing that can happen to a person? The feeling has a resemblance to jitters before a big long journey. I totally understand why I should try to rest but still how could I with out losing my god damn mind. I don’t want to read a book and Netflix has for the first time disappointed me since they have removed all season of the only person that has a calming effect on me at the moment – Poirot. Sorry for whining, I realize that these are non-problems. I think the whine is the results from today being sort of an anticli-max kind of a day. You see today is the expected due day for the baby. But I am not so sure that the little one is ready to come out and say hi anytime soon. No this little person seam perfectly happy dancing the cancan in my belly and having hick ups that makes it look like my belly is twerking.
I am so curious about the person right now, I mean this is a person that I will spend the rest of my life with (!) so questions of both the big and small nature pops into my head. Like will it be a calm and chilled person like André? Or a restless person like me? Or maybe both or neither? Will it too like to run around in a fake fur and flippers? Will the kid like to surf? What color will the eyes have?
Well, I am going to give resting on the sofa with a book one more chance and if it is to boring I’ll clean the windows instead or learn surfer girl on my ukulele.