Baby Watch 2013 continues. Here’s a picture of me taken earlier this morning.
Besides avoiding propeller blades, I’ve been spending the last few days putting all labor-inducing old wives tales to the test. No luck with the pedicure yesterday, but at least my runner’s toes won’t frighten the nurses in the delivery room now. My mother swears by pizza and railroad tracks, which sounds better than the castor oil a friend suggested. (Yes, I know about that other one. No dice there either.)
A friend sent me the following:
October 4 is … National Golf Day
October 5 is … National Storytelling Festival
October 6 is … German-American Day and Come and Take It Day
October 7 is … National Frappe Day
October 8 is … American Tag Day
October 9 is … Moldy Cheese Day
October 10 is … National Angel Food Cake Day
October 11 is … It’s My Party Day
October 12 is … International Moment Of Frustration Scream Day
October 13 is … National Peanut Festival
October 14 is … Be Bald and Free Day and National Dessert Day
And as much as I’d rather have this kid’s birthday on National Frappe Day or Moldy Cheese Day, I’d take today’s Golf Day in a heartbeat. I also have a semi-formal event to attend with Eliot tonight, and the thought of zipping myself into semi-formal wear, well… fingers crossed that the contractions start by 4pm. (Thankfully pregnant ladies get a pass on semi-formal shoe requirements.)
The uphill power-hiking on the garage treadmill continues. It’s still nice and hot here, and the profuse sweating makes me feel like I’m getting a workout — despite how my shadow waddles on the wall next to me.
The Trail Running Camp is really coming together and working on it has kept me nice and busy. And Joe and Joyce and I also had a sit-down meeting about my race directing responsibilities at the Rocky 50 this year. It was like looking behind the curtain at the Wizard of Oz — except Joe and Joyce really are great and powerful — and there was a lunch buffet involved. If you’re local, come and volunteer, so I don’t end squashed under any houses.
OK, time for treading. More tomorrow. Unless I’m laboring…