Yesterday morning I was pretty sure that my day could not possibly be as interesting as the Thursday my sister had. After all, her day involved watching a leashed cat eating dumplings in a Chinese restaurant. Hard to top that.
Nevertheless, my day wasn't without a bit of drama. We had a fierce windstorm here yesterday which resulted in us losing power. We were gone at the time of the power outage, believing whole heartedly that our (new) VCR was recording The Office and Scrubs for us. We got home--two hours after the power had gone out--to a dark home that had (1) no recorded TV shows waiting for us and (2) a cell phone and laptop computer with dead batteries.
"What are we going to do NOW?" we wailed in unison since our main forms of entertainment had been taken away from us. But, of course, we didn't wail too long because the novelty of losing power is still kind of exciting to me. We, being candle burning folk, had the house glowy and bright in no time. I even brought out the candlesticks, which I never use because their uncontained flames always alarm me a bit. And when I say "never use" I mean the candlesticks we used last night are from our wedding. Nine and half years ago.
It was a nice change of pace to wander around the house with candlesticks, feeling just a little bit like old pioneers. Of course, the old pioneers wouldn't have had to disable their garage door opener in order to get the car in the garage. And the old pioneers wouldn't have rummaged through storage looking for a corded phone to replace the cordless phones. Nevertheless. We spent the evening around the fireplace playing cribbage and being thankful that Sydney was staying the night at my parents' house so that we didn't have to worry about her burning herself on the candles. Eventually we trotted off to bed, going to sleep with the smell of snuffed candles lingering around us.
And then we woke up this morning.
Still without power.
No heat. No toast. No hot apple cider. No long hot showers (although fortunately we did still both get hot showers since it had stayed hot in the tank). No hairdryer. No email. No Internet. And (possibly) no food still edible in the fridge.
A full twelve hours without power, and already the adventure had worn off. As I headed off to my ultrasound appointment (at 7:00 in the morning!), I prayed that the power would be back on when I returned home.
Thankfully, it is. I needed some electricity to help boost my spirits since I'm not in the cheeriest of moods after my appointment. It appears to be that somebody has played a terribly mean practical joke on me because the ultrasound revealed that not only am I probably not at 40 weeks today (which they had estimated) I may in fact still be TWO weeks away from 40 weeks. Talk about a loss of power.
Ah well. Baby's heart was still beating strong, and that's the important part. So she comes later rather than sooner. So we get to have a Christmas with three instead of four. So this little wind storm of a Baby has knocked our parental power out. Even though it's not terribly convenient, we'll wait it out. I've got plenty of candles.