As I was walking through Lincoln Square the other day, I saw a flier taped up advertising that some people had lost their camera at Germanfest, and were offering a reward to get it back. Apparently, this camera had photos of their newborn baby, the day he was born. As if it’s not enough to worry about that I will lose the kid at the grocery store, now I have to worry about all the paraphernalia, as well. Binkies, blankies, photos, birth certificates, favorite stuffed animals, etc. It seems like a good time to convert to Buddhism and try to lose my attachments, and teach the kid the same (“I’m sorry I lost Mr. Tibbles, your favorite stuffed animal, but just think of it as a lesson in letting go of the ego, honey.”)
The kiddo is still breech, and is moving around a lot. Just not in the direction that one might hope. One week from today, I’ll go in for the version and see what happens. I just hope it doesn’t send me into labor — I want to have this baby at the new Prentice Women’s Hospital! There are 42″ flat screen TVs, I hear, and room service, and every room has a view. Now we just have to time it right, so that Joe can watch the Bears game on the fancy TV….