Praises be, I was on call today. Patrick went to daycare, and I stayed in my PJ's until 2pm. Most of the morning and afternoon was spent in and out of naps. The dogs snuggled with me, and I dozed off between Rick Steves' episodes on DVD. Then, just for variety, I took a nap in my bed. I gladly ignored the TWO groups of evangelists who decided to knock on my door around 10am. Normally I am quite polite to door knockers of all kinds (I have a real sympathy for the young kids trying to earn money with sales like that. Brutal.) and I respect that for some religious groups, door-to-door evangelism is a key expression of faith. But I'm a Lutheran, thanks, and I just get annoyed. Why does anybody think that I want to talk with a total stranger about something as personal as faith? Much less some 18 year old identified as an "elder." That always makes me giggle. They all probably knew I was home, ignoring them, but I don't care. I was in my jammies, pregnant and tired.
Thanks for all the love, people. I'm still a bit desperate, but hanging in there. I don't know what to do about work. I'm paranoid about "wasting" my FMLA at home without a baby, but the idea of working two on, one off, two on over the weekend freaks me out. Should I beg for an elective induction? Makes me feel like a complete hypocrite, considering how annoyed I get with that at work. :) serves me right.
"I can do hedonism. I'm a Lutheran." Rick Steves, Travel as a Political Act
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My deep hatred for door-knocking led me to try something new after arriving at the church: for lack of a better name, I call it "Parking Lot Ministry." I set up our patio furniture in the parking lot along with a pitcher of ice water and a sandwich board reading "Meet Chinook's New Pastor." I wanted a way to meet people in town without the aggressiveness or inefficiency of door-knocking--it worked well, and I'm looking forward to a repeat once the weather brightens up.
There is nothing wrong with elective induction after 39 weeks with your 2nd baby...... ;). Hang in there, girl!
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