Save me from Myself

I must say that I am really surprised that when I say something mildly insane, like, "Jeremy and I are planning on going to Belgium and Paris with the baby at the beginning of July", people just smile and say, "ok". Instead of, "You are a crazy maniac! You have no idea what your body is going to be like 2-4 weeks after you push an entire baby out!" I appreciate people letting me come to my senses naturally, and after reading a few descriptions (really too gory to mention here, but some of the ladies know what I am talking about--- ohhh, yeah), we have decided not to be so insane. Jeremy will probably still go to Paris in July for a conference, and, if I am feeling great and the babby is doing well, we might join him for a day or so-- just so I can eat in my favorite restaurant and annoy all the French people with a little screaming monsieur.

Anyway---
I went to the doctor again yesterday and everything is still going pretty well. Le Petit weighs 3 1/2 lbs more or less, but he hasn't turned around yet-- his head is still up by my ribs. There is still plenty of time and room for him to flip on his own, but when I see my hebamme again, I'll ask her for some tricks.

I'm still working on the dances for The Fairy Queen for the music conservatory, and I have to say that I feel a little bit sorry for my dancers, having to learn baroque dance from me at this moment. It's fine, but I'm not (as you can imagine) at my top dancing form... What's really funny is that I speak German the whole time in rehearsal, and, while I am totally at ease now in regular German conversation, in such situations where I am "in charge", I still get a little flustered. Especially when I am trying to lead them through a relaxation excercise, and I forget the words for parts of the body and mispronounce the ones that I do remember. Well, teaching in English should be a total breeze after this!