waiting waiting waiting
Poor Bethany is so done being pregnant. I totally remember that feeling. She’s not in pain. Nothing is really happening other than Braxton Hicks that are a tad more irritating than anything else and the fact that the baby likes to stretch out and make everything uncomfortable. Bethany has said more than once that if only the baby would just come out already, she could finally take a full complete breath and maybe just lay down on her stomach for a minute. Oh the bliss that would be! Of course then there would be a crying baby in the mix but at this point that seems like less work, if that’s possible. Funny how that works.
Anyway we are all on pins and needles wondering if every deep intake of breath that Bethany takes could be the one. I sleep in the guest room beneath Bethany’s bedroom and every time I hear the floor boards creak, I wonder if tonight will be the night they’ll finally take a trip to the hospital. The suspense is killing me.
However! I do have a room to paint! So I better get on that.
p.s. I guess I should explain this illo. We went with Bethany to a doctor’s appointment yesterday. We got to hear the baby kick around on this monitor thing that spit out a paper reading of the baby’s heart beat. It was pretty neat at first but then they left us in the room for what seemed like forever, thus the never-ending printout from the baby monitoring machine.
I’ve seen these tiny canvases before at art supply stores. I’ve even bought a couple thinking I would paint mini landscapes for Bug’s dollhouse but I never thought about painting tiny portraits for Christmas gifts. What a good idea!