I had good intentions. I was going to write about all the details of my antique pregnancy. I’d even make  notes, then I’d take a nap, exhausted by the thought of coming up with something interesting to write about. And there are just too many comfortable apartment sets on stage. When you watch Mad Men, it’s a fact, I have napped on every couch. On every set. I know that sounds pretty bad. But please, have mercy..I’m the school nurse. I sit around and wait for someone to have a headache.  AND, I have a secret service style walkie earpiece that ensures I hear every single exchange on the production channel. For those of you who haven’t experienced having twenty-seven different voices in your ear every day all day, it goes a little something like this:

PA: ” Number One is walking….” Number one is walking”.

AD: (dramatic angry whisper) ” where’s Jon?, guys, I need Jon”

PA: “He’s walking, he’s at the grip truck”

someone else three seconds later: “Lori costumes”?

“Go head”

“What color is Lizzy’s hat for this”?

” It is a blue hat, repeat blue hat”

“copy, thanks”

Riveting. And it drains  all the words from my brain, that is , pathetically, already a swiss cheese copy of its former self due to the percolating human in my uterus….. At least that’s what I tell people.

Now, that is what I wrote…oh….four months ago….didn’t bother posting…why? Well, I could blame pregnancy and hormones, but I’ve probably always been lazy and a little bit cranky.

So. here it is, a few months later, and I have news of new life in our house, and for the three regular readers I may still have..an apology. I suck. I’m sorry. This is a belated mini post that will be followed shortly by my birth story.

First,

a pictorial tribute to this last season on Mad Men. I am proud to be a small cog in the machine, and because no-one reads this, I probably won’t get in trouble. (crossing fingers) I hope.

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