Its safe

Today is another day at the office, but one where I most likely will stay the whole day. You see, it is raining outside so the roof workers are not working. YEA! I have had to leave early the last couple of days because I don't want to harm the baby breathing in too much toluene and hexane. Not that I really want to be at work. Yesterday I went home early, took a nap, talked to the neighbors and finished my book for book club tonight. One of our neighbors went into the hospital this morning to have her baby. She was having a repeat c-section, so she knew that she was going in today, knew the day her baby was going to be born. Isn't that nice, some part of me thinks this whole process would be easier if I knew when the baby would be born. You know, if I knew what day I had to be prepared by. I mean it could be any day. I haven't learned the finer art of patience yet, so it is hard for me to adjust to not knowing.
Today is book club. It is our second book, and I have heard that most people hate it. My complaints with the book are not general overall plot, I think she could have gotten her point across about 150 pages before she did. I mean, I knew who the killer was way in advance of the ending. Granted she enlightened us in the end with some fabulous facts like motive, but I think maybe she could have done that pages before she did. Who knows, I guess that is why I am not a writer. But, this makes me more concerned about the book I choose. I am generally not picky about book, there are very few that I have not finished reading. Most books, no matter how terrible, I still want to know how they end. I am not the type to just read the last page either, I read the whole dang book. So it really irritates me if the ending doesn't satisfy me, leaves me guessing and/or doesn't tie up loose ends or is just terrible. It is like wasted time and I hate that, I could have been doing something else. Isn't my time more valuble than that. I should be reading books on labor, practicing breathing/relaxation/visualization, packing my bag, getting the last of the baby stuff we haven't received, SLEEPING constantly, etc. So much to do, but yet how much time to do it in?