Well, my appointment went just how I thought it would. I gained an additional 3 pounds. My blood pressure was not good but not bad. And all the nurses said they didn't think they would see me. Apparently I'm the most pregnant woman they have seen in a while. Gee, Thanks.
They found Boo's heartbeat pretty fast this time. (YAY fresh batteries!) The doctor came in and talked about all the normal things. Things haven't changed. Like at all, since I was 28 weeks. So the questions they ask are always the same answers. The student doctor left and told me he was getting a resident to come in so we could do a vaginal exam and from there talk about induction. Alright, I can deal with that. Now, any woman who is okay with a vaginal exam, has something wrong with their head. And let me tell you, it's even more uncomfortable when you're pregnant. And then to have a doctor, student doctor, fiancee and nurse watching isn't exactly fun. No wonder why women are tense.
The doctor confirmed my worries. My cervix is still hard and thick. The only change was the cervix was starting to funnel. (The outside was starting to open...only a fingertip...but the inside was still closed...which is normal.) What he did next though, shot me through the roof. He stripped my membranes. (It might help stimulate labor...by pulling the membrane away from the uterus. Yea...a little painful) When he was done poking me from the inside he told me our game plan for the end.
In the next week we will have 3 NSTs. (Fetal Non-Stress Tests) Basically to make sure that he's moving enough and that he's not under any sort of stress. There's a concern for over due babies that they might pinch their umbilical cord and basically cut off his life supply. As long as things are looking good and I don't go into labor beforehand, I'll be having this baby September 7th. (They were all booked up for a "labor" day baby.) I was just told to sit back and relax. He's on his way.
There is an end to it all!
Now we have been having trouble with the van. And I'm praying that Greg will get it figured out tonight. If not, I'm going to be even more stressed. (Not to mention, my cool headed Greg is so stressed out and I don't know how to calm him down. That has NEVER happened before. I'm the stressbot.)
I'll post more tomorrow.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
It's finally here.
It's been 40 weeks. 280 days. 6,720 hours. 403,200 minutes. Or 24,192,000 seconds.
Yea...that's the human gestational period.
So tell me again that pregnancy is so short.
And to think, after today, my little man is "past due".
I'm trying to remember that it's okay that he's in there. He's safe. He's still growing. He's still moving. He's fine. And when he comes out, that's when I have to worry. It's a big scary world. Full of all the things that he's sheltered from inside of me. I can say that until I'm blue in the face, but it doesn't matter. I want him HERE. Again, it's been 40 weeks. I think he's done.
I'm waiting for my doctor's appointment later today. I'm hoping that the doctor will give me good news. That either my "never changing" cervix is finally cooperating...or that they will tell me a time to be at the hospital. And if it's the latter...I hope its soon.
I have known a few women who were pregnant and due around the same time as me. (4 to be exact...5 including me.) Well...everyone else had their babies. My friend Megan had her twins last night. And everyone else had their babies weeks ago. And here I am. Still bloated, fat, swollen, miserable, and pregnant. Megan was even due after me...which makes me even more sad.
But again: I'm going to try to stay positive. There's a reason why he's still in there. And I won't be pregnant forever. I just gotta remember that.
I should probably do something to occupy my mind. But eventually I'll wander into the baby's room and wonder when he's going to come. And probably start to cry because my hormones are all over the place.
Until Next Time (when, hopefully I'll have some good news)
~MommyToBee
Yea...that's the human gestational period.
So tell me again that pregnancy is so short.
And to think, after today, my little man is "past due".
I'm trying to remember that it's okay that he's in there. He's safe. He's still growing. He's still moving. He's fine. And when he comes out, that's when I have to worry. It's a big scary world. Full of all the things that he's sheltered from inside of me. I can say that until I'm blue in the face, but it doesn't matter. I want him HERE. Again, it's been 40 weeks. I think he's done.
I'm waiting for my doctor's appointment later today. I'm hoping that the doctor will give me good news. That either my "never changing" cervix is finally cooperating...or that they will tell me a time to be at the hospital. And if it's the latter...I hope its soon.
I have known a few women who were pregnant and due around the same time as me. (4 to be exact...5 including me.) Well...everyone else had their babies. My friend Megan had her twins last night. And everyone else had their babies weeks ago. And here I am. Still bloated, fat, swollen, miserable, and pregnant. Megan was even due after me...which makes me even more sad.
But again: I'm going to try to stay positive. There's a reason why he's still in there. And I won't be pregnant forever. I just gotta remember that.
I should probably do something to occupy my mind. But eventually I'll wander into the baby's room and wonder when he's going to come. And probably start to cry because my hormones are all over the place.
Until Next Time (when, hopefully I'll have some good news)
~MommyToBee
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Tick. Tock.
Sorry it's been a while since posted. We didn't have the internet...damn FIL. Anyway, it's now all set up...and if FIL knows what's good for him, he won't "forget" to pay again. He saw the wrath of a very hormonal pregnant woman...I don't think he's going to risk it again.
Well. Not a lot has changed since the last time I posted. At my last appointment, I was still not dilated and my cervix was still real high. Absolutely zero change since my 38th week appointment. I would love to say that it doesn't bother me, but it does. Especially since I've been having some painful contractions and nothing is happening. It discouraging. But we still have three days until my due date...and anything could happen. However, at my next appointment (on my due date) we will be discussing induction. They are starting to worry about my blood pressure. It has been slowly going up...and they want to make sure that I don't develop bigger problems down the road.
Basically...even the Doctor doesn't want me to go the extra 10 days after my due date. She feels that he is more than ready to come out, but he needs a little nudge.
And that's why I'm praying that she is the one to deliver Boo.
Again, all the people around me are nuts. My mother actually called Greg last night at 11:15 because he texted her. It's a long story...but the short of it...she thought I was in labor. Oy. He's trying to talk to her softly because I was in a lot of pain and had some trouble sleeping. Well, when I asked him who was on the phone and he told me I pretty much freaked. And it continued into this morning when she told me she actually believes that we won't tell her when I go into labor. If she keeps up this nonsense, I won't tell her. Even though she is "going to know before *I* go into labor". Obviously she knows my body more than I do.
And then I get the texts saying "Oh...you should do *blank* to go into labor." Most of them has been a been there, tried that. I appreciate most of the suggestions and I welcome them from most people. However... don't tell me that Greg and I are not having sex the right way because I still haven't gone into labor. Seriously? I think if he is able to get me pregnant twice, he knows what he's doing.
Truth be told, I hope I do get induced now. And I hope it's during the week. I want my best friend to be able to come see her Godson. I want to tell people when to come. I want to have that final date. I want to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Right now, I just feel like I'm going to be pregnant forever.
A few pictures from last week:
38 weeks, 5 days. Our last night out before baby. I love that man with all of my heart. Even if he's a dumb dumb most days. :P
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Well. Not a lot has changed since the last time I posted. At my last appointment, I was still not dilated and my cervix was still real high. Absolutely zero change since my 38th week appointment. I would love to say that it doesn't bother me, but it does. Especially since I've been having some painful contractions and nothing is happening. It discouraging. But we still have three days until my due date...and anything could happen. However, at my next appointment (on my due date) we will be discussing induction. They are starting to worry about my blood pressure. It has been slowly going up...and they want to make sure that I don't develop bigger problems down the road.
Basically...even the Doctor doesn't want me to go the extra 10 days after my due date. She feels that he is more than ready to come out, but he needs a little nudge.
And that's why I'm praying that she is the one to deliver Boo.
Again, all the people around me are nuts. My mother actually called Greg last night at 11:15 because he texted her. It's a long story...but the short of it...she thought I was in labor. Oy. He's trying to talk to her softly because I was in a lot of pain and had some trouble sleeping. Well, when I asked him who was on the phone and he told me I pretty much freaked. And it continued into this morning when she told me she actually believes that we won't tell her when I go into labor. If she keeps up this nonsense, I won't tell her. Even though she is "going to know before *I* go into labor". Obviously she knows my body more than I do.
And then I get the texts saying "Oh...you should do *blank* to go into labor." Most of them has been a been there, tried that. I appreciate most of the suggestions and I welcome them from most people. However... don't tell me that Greg and I are not having sex the right way because I still haven't gone into labor. Seriously? I think if he is able to get me pregnant twice, he knows what he's doing.
Truth be told, I hope I do get induced now. And I hope it's during the week. I want my best friend to be able to come see her Godson. I want to tell people when to come. I want to have that final date. I want to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Right now, I just feel like I'm going to be pregnant forever.
A few pictures from last week:
38 weeks, 5 days. Our last night out before baby. I love that man with all of my heart. Even if he's a dumb dumb most days. :P
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Trying to stay positive.
Well we had our 38th week appointment yesterday. I was having contractions on and off since Sunday so I was thinking that maybe there would be some progress. Seriously no one really makes it to 38 weeks with out no dilation. HA! So wrong. Not only was I still not dilated, but my cervix was still high. (Meaning he's not ready just yet.) My heart broke a little when the doctor said: "Welp, just like I thought. High, closed and thick." I guess this means he's gotta bake a little more.
However, my blood pressure is creeping up. I had it checked 5 times while I was there. Started out highish...then it got even higher...then I had to stay for an additional 15 minutes for it to come down. Luckily it did. (I believe I was upset from staying in the room for FOREVER. Apparently normal pregnant women were having babies at the hospital and all but one doctor went over...so they were a little busy.) But I was told to just kind of relax and keep my feet up today. Drink plenty of water. Lay on my left side....yadda yadda yadda. Don't they see that maybe I want to walk around like a crazed woman so maybe this child will come? Nope, I guess not.
Greg is trying to be supportive, but let's face it, he hasn't gained a ton of weight. His hips don't hurt constantly. And he doesn't have to occasionally stop in his tracks because your lungs feel like they just stopped working. I miss seeing my feet. I miss my engagement ring on my finger. I miss sleeping on my belly. As supportive as any man can be to his pregnant lady, he cannot fully comprehend what's going on. A man will never be pregnant. And will never know what it truly feels like.
He does try. And I'm sure that my constant bitchiness isn't helping much to put a smile on his face. He understands that I'm uncomfortable. I just hate how he says "Baby, he'll come when he's ready." That doesn't help me to see the whole light at the end of the tunnel. I do know that ultimately I'll be pregnant for maxim of 22 days. I don't think the doctors will let me go that long. (My fundal height was 46cm yesterday...but he had his little tooshy WAY up there.)
But, if I don't start dilating and my blood pressure continues to be an issue, they will have no choice but to induce. Yes, that will suck...but I want my baby to be healthy. And that includes having a healthy mommy too.
I know I'm growing impatient...but for real now...it's time for this bun to be let out of the oven.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
However, my blood pressure is creeping up. I had it checked 5 times while I was there. Started out highish...then it got even higher...then I had to stay for an additional 15 minutes for it to come down. Luckily it did. (I believe I was upset from staying in the room for FOREVER. Apparently normal pregnant women were having babies at the hospital and all but one doctor went over...so they were a little busy.) But I was told to just kind of relax and keep my feet up today. Drink plenty of water. Lay on my left side....yadda yadda yadda. Don't they see that maybe I want to walk around like a crazed woman so maybe this child will come? Nope, I guess not.
Greg is trying to be supportive, but let's face it, he hasn't gained a ton of weight. His hips don't hurt constantly. And he doesn't have to occasionally stop in his tracks because your lungs feel like they just stopped working. I miss seeing my feet. I miss my engagement ring on my finger. I miss sleeping on my belly. As supportive as any man can be to his pregnant lady, he cannot fully comprehend what's going on. A man will never be pregnant. And will never know what it truly feels like.
He does try. And I'm sure that my constant bitchiness isn't helping much to put a smile on his face. He understands that I'm uncomfortable. I just hate how he says "Baby, he'll come when he's ready." That doesn't help me to see the whole light at the end of the tunnel. I do know that ultimately I'll be pregnant for maxim of 22 days. I don't think the doctors will let me go that long. (My fundal height was 46cm yesterday...but he had his little tooshy WAY up there.)
But, if I don't start dilating and my blood pressure continues to be an issue, they will have no choice but to induce. Yes, that will suck...but I want my baby to be healthy. And that includes having a healthy mommy too.
I know I'm growing impatient...but for real now...it's time for this bun to be let out of the oven.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Extremes
I've been busy trying to get things in order before the little one gets here. However, it seems like I've been hitting road block after road block. Quite frankly, I'm getting a little sick of it. In this week alone, there are several things I need to get mailed out. Plus, I need to find a pediatrician for Boo. Plus figure out how to add him to the medicaid that I'm using. I'm so confused. So very confused. And now the department of welfare office is telling me they need to see my birth certificate!? Oy. Now I have to track one down...and give birth...and do about a million other things that need done.
This sucks. I don't want to be a grown up.
I'm just hoping that things start looking up. I've filed for unemployment for the very first time this week and I'm finally getting somewhere with it. I have filed before but my requests never went through and I would always end in a dead end. Now it seems like I might be getting some extra money and hell, anything is better than nothing at this point. I'm just hoping that my insurance doesn't run out. That wouldn't be good. I would probably cry.
This past week has been one shit storm after another. I've been trying to keep my head on straight, but it's not easy. I've had a very short fuse lately...and I'm not proud of that. In fact, yesterday Greg and I had a fight that was so bad I almost wanted to leave. I have never been that angry at him. That's something that scares me. I love that goofball...even when he gets on my nerves. I don't want to end up like my parents. I know it was more than likely just hormones and he was grumpy...but it was a big fight. We eventually did make up and we both apologized. We realized it was silly and it wasn't as big of a deal as we made it out to be.
...Still hurtful though...
Not only has things been kind of crappy lately I've been going through these extremes. I'm extremely happy. I'm extremely nervous. I'm extremely bitchy. I'm extremely hungry. I'm extremely tired. I'm extremely thirsty. And so on and so on. I'm hopeful that this is just my way of getting ready for Boo to come. That somehow this is just the last hormonal push before I get to hold my little man. It sort of feels like a desperate plea though. I literally feel like I'm going to be pregnant forever. I don't care if I still have 13 days until my due date...I'm going to be pregnant forever.
However, that might not be true. I have been having some contractions (I'm pretty sure they're contractions) since Sunday. Nothing too serious. They're few and far between. And they're really not too painful. It's still a sign that maybe my body is just gearing up for the big day. I hope so. I don't think I could handle being pregnant for much more. It's seriously starting to mess with my head. Seems like everyone else I know is having their babies. And here I sit...swollen, fat and miserable.
Maybe the doctor will give me some good news today. If not, I guess he'll just stay in there a little bit longer.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
This sucks. I don't want to be a grown up.
I'm just hoping that things start looking up. I've filed for unemployment for the very first time this week and I'm finally getting somewhere with it. I have filed before but my requests never went through and I would always end in a dead end. Now it seems like I might be getting some extra money and hell, anything is better than nothing at this point. I'm just hoping that my insurance doesn't run out. That wouldn't be good. I would probably cry.
This past week has been one shit storm after another. I've been trying to keep my head on straight, but it's not easy. I've had a very short fuse lately...and I'm not proud of that. In fact, yesterday Greg and I had a fight that was so bad I almost wanted to leave. I have never been that angry at him. That's something that scares me. I love that goofball...even when he gets on my nerves. I don't want to end up like my parents. I know it was more than likely just hormones and he was grumpy...but it was a big fight. We eventually did make up and we both apologized. We realized it was silly and it wasn't as big of a deal as we made it out to be.
...Still hurtful though...
Not only has things been kind of crappy lately I've been going through these extremes. I'm extremely happy. I'm extremely nervous. I'm extremely bitchy. I'm extremely hungry. I'm extremely tired. I'm extremely thirsty. And so on and so on. I'm hopeful that this is just my way of getting ready for Boo to come. That somehow this is just the last hormonal push before I get to hold my little man. It sort of feels like a desperate plea though. I literally feel like I'm going to be pregnant forever. I don't care if I still have 13 days until my due date...I'm going to be pregnant forever.
However, that might not be true. I have been having some contractions (I'm pretty sure they're contractions) since Sunday. Nothing too serious. They're few and far between. And they're really not too painful. It's still a sign that maybe my body is just gearing up for the big day. I hope so. I don't think I could handle being pregnant for much more. It's seriously starting to mess with my head. Seems like everyone else I know is having their babies. And here I sit...swollen, fat and miserable.
Maybe the doctor will give me some good news today. If not, I guess he'll just stay in there a little bit longer.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Monday, August 16, 2010
I think I should just turn off the phone.
I know these calls are only going to increase in numbers by the time I have Boo. Everyone knows what call I'm talking about...the "Is he here yet?!?" call. Not only do I get those calls, but I also get the texts too. I get people who I really have no desire to talk to, texting me, asking me. And then of course I have to make idle chit chat with this person because I don't just want to completely dismiss them. However, I'm getting kind of tired (and I'll admit, a tad depressed) saying "Nope, he's not here yet."
I realize that people don't want to be left out when I actually do have him. But realize that if you do have some sort of importance in my life, you will know. Best believe as soon as I go into labor I'm going to be posting on Facebook. And if that's not enough...there will be a mass text when he's finally here. I don't see a need in telling people who I barely talk to about every detail of my delivery. And I'm pretty sure Greg is going to hijack my phone while I'm in L&D so I can't be on cafemom and facebook every 30 seconds.
Our hospital guest list is rising to dangerous levels. There will probably be 4 people in that room from the time he's here until he goes home. I'm pretty much okay with that...considering it shows how loved he is already. However, I'm going to become a serious recluse once he's home. My dad on Saturday was telling me how he wants to see the baby within the first month he's born. So sorry, I'm not planning on coming up there until at least October...maybe even Thanksgiving. And that will be a very long weekend. We have a lot of people to see. :)
I'm starting to realize that maybe my mom shouldn't be in the delivery room when I'm actually pushing. I love her so much but I'm pretty sure she's going to try to take control. The last thing I want to do is kick her out, but I'm probably going to have to do so. It might be her grandchild, but it's my child. I don't think she realizes that I need to do this my way. No matter how she feels about it. I'll hope and pray that she relaxes a little...but I swear, if she continues to talk about how I'm having a 12 pound baby or how much the baby wants to meet his MomMom...I'll snap. (She also uses a name that we might be picking...which I FRIGGEN HATE. It's not for her to announce my son's name. That's for me and Greg to do.) Trust me, the baby wants to meet his Mommy and Daddy more than that crazy lady who gave his mom life.
I know people are just acting crazy because they're ready to meet him. There is nothing more than I want right now than to hold my child. I'm probably the craziest one out of everyone. However, I feel like I am allowed to act a little nuts. Everyone else though, needs to be institutionalized. And the comments about how big I am isn't helping. Yes...I am very pregnant. There is no sane reason to point that out on a daily basis.
I'm done with my rant.
On Saturday my dad, stepmom, stepbrother, his wife and their two kids come down for a visit/ to drop off a dresser. I was very grateful that I finally got the dresser. However, I wasn't impressed that 3 of the 5 drawers are broken and I can't use them until Greg gets wood glue for it. Nor, was I impressed that I the rest of the stuff I had at my Dad's came as well. Mainly because I didn't want it. It was all junk. The last time I was there to pick up some of the stuff I told my Dad to throw it all away. I even offered to bag it up, and he told me not to, that he'll do it. HA! Nope, I bagged it up HERE and it promptly went in the trash can.
...'Cause you know...he didn't want to go through my stuff. Even though all the items were in a different dresser...so he would have to go through it anyway.
*SCREAMS, bangs head against the wall*
But it's okay. I'm not going to let that get to me. I have the dresser now. And I can start on getting Boo's room COMPLETELY done. Which has to wait until Saturday now. We still don't have the glider. And if my lovable, completely idiotic fiancee doesn't stop spending money we don't have, I might never get it. (This might just be a hormone surge...but seriously...it's annoying.)
Well...I'm officially in a bad mood (HAHA...gotta love pregnancy.) So on that note...
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
I realize that people don't want to be left out when I actually do have him. But realize that if you do have some sort of importance in my life, you will know. Best believe as soon as I go into labor I'm going to be posting on Facebook. And if that's not enough...there will be a mass text when he's finally here. I don't see a need in telling people who I barely talk to about every detail of my delivery. And I'm pretty sure Greg is going to hijack my phone while I'm in L&D so I can't be on cafemom and facebook every 30 seconds.
Our hospital guest list is rising to dangerous levels. There will probably be 4 people in that room from the time he's here until he goes home. I'm pretty much okay with that...considering it shows how loved he is already. However, I'm going to become a serious recluse once he's home. My dad on Saturday was telling me how he wants to see the baby within the first month he's born. So sorry, I'm not planning on coming up there until at least October...maybe even Thanksgiving. And that will be a very long weekend. We have a lot of people to see. :)
I'm starting to realize that maybe my mom shouldn't be in the delivery room when I'm actually pushing. I love her so much but I'm pretty sure she's going to try to take control. The last thing I want to do is kick her out, but I'm probably going to have to do so. It might be her grandchild, but it's my child. I don't think she realizes that I need to do this my way. No matter how she feels about it. I'll hope and pray that she relaxes a little...but I swear, if she continues to talk about how I'm having a 12 pound baby or how much the baby wants to meet his MomMom...I'll snap. (She also uses a name that we might be picking...which I FRIGGEN HATE. It's not for her to announce my son's name. That's for me and Greg to do.) Trust me, the baby wants to meet his Mommy and Daddy more than that crazy lady who gave his mom life.
I know people are just acting crazy because they're ready to meet him. There is nothing more than I want right now than to hold my child. I'm probably the craziest one out of everyone. However, I feel like I am allowed to act a little nuts. Everyone else though, needs to be institutionalized. And the comments about how big I am isn't helping. Yes...I am very pregnant. There is no sane reason to point that out on a daily basis.
I'm done with my rant.
On Saturday my dad, stepmom, stepbrother, his wife and their two kids come down for a visit/ to drop off a dresser. I was very grateful that I finally got the dresser. However, I wasn't impressed that 3 of the 5 drawers are broken and I can't use them until Greg gets wood glue for it. Nor, was I impressed that I the rest of the stuff I had at my Dad's came as well. Mainly because I didn't want it. It was all junk. The last time I was there to pick up some of the stuff I told my Dad to throw it all away. I even offered to bag it up, and he told me not to, that he'll do it. HA! Nope, I bagged it up HERE and it promptly went in the trash can.
...'Cause you know...he didn't want to go through my stuff. Even though all the items were in a different dresser...so he would have to go through it anyway.
*SCREAMS, bangs head against the wall*
But it's okay. I'm not going to let that get to me. I have the dresser now. And I can start on getting Boo's room COMPLETELY done. Which has to wait until Saturday now. We still don't have the glider. And if my lovable, completely idiotic fiancee doesn't stop spending money we don't have, I might never get it. (This might just be a hormone surge...but seriously...it's annoying.)
Well...I'm officially in a bad mood (HAHA...gotta love pregnancy.) So on that note...
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Waiting on Boo makes me write.
I love how I dedicated yesterday to cleaning when all I actually did was play farkle and bingo on facebook. OH and write out to do lists. Which Greg wasn't happy when he saw. Oooooh well! His list is half of mine...but double the work...with less time... :) What can I say, that's how I roll. I love his argument though: "I work during the day, why do I have to get this all done by the end of the weekend when you get extra time to get your list?" "'Cause you procrastinate, and the things that I need you to do I can't do. And I get extra time because you knocked me up."
...He's never amused when I pull out that card. :P
I'm just pretty excited that this weekend I get to finally finish the nursery! OMG! WHOOOOOOO! Dad is bring the dresser on Saturday (and I'm dropping him from my phone plan...Hell yea!). Plus we can finally afford to get the glider?! Holy shit, is it my birthday? Someone, PINCH ME!
Sorry...I'm a little excited. I've been waiting to get the nursery done since July 4th weekend. Yea, we're a little behind schedule. But that's okay, cause Boo is still in there. And we will have everything ready in time.
In other news. Boo hasn't been that active lately. I'm not sure if it's because he dropped or he's just gearing up for the big day...but he's hard to "wake up" lately. I know he's cramped in there. But still, usually I can get a few good jabs in. Now, not so much. He's still moving, just not as much. It kinda freaks me out. I know he's okay in there, it just different I guess. When he's been non-stop for weeks now, and for him to be really sleepy since he dropped makes me nervous.
Speaking of sleepy....it's only 7:30am and I'm ready for some more pork tacos and a nap.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
...He's never amused when I pull out that card. :P
I'm just pretty excited that this weekend I get to finally finish the nursery! OMG! WHOOOOOOO! Dad is bring the dresser on Saturday (and I'm dropping him from my phone plan...Hell yea!). Plus we can finally afford to get the glider?! Holy shit, is it my birthday? Someone, PINCH ME!
Sorry...I'm a little excited. I've been waiting to get the nursery done since July 4th weekend. Yea, we're a little behind schedule. But that's okay, cause Boo is still in there. And we will have everything ready in time.
In other news. Boo hasn't been that active lately. I'm not sure if it's because he dropped or he's just gearing up for the big day...but he's hard to "wake up" lately. I know he's cramped in there. But still, usually I can get a few good jabs in. Now, not so much. He's still moving, just not as much. It kinda freaks me out. I know he's okay in there, it just different I guess. When he's been non-stop for weeks now, and for him to be really sleepy since he dropped makes me nervous.
Speaking of sleepy....it's only 7:30am and I'm ready for some more pork tacos and a nap.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Can I have my epidural now?
Well. After speculation I got confirmation last night that Boo, indeed, dropped. I thought my hip pain was bad before...OMG I wasn't expecting this.
Let's just say this: it feels like I have a bowling ball on my cervix. Walking makes me groan. Rolling over is nearly impossible. My pubic bone feels like it's going to snap in half. And my hips pop.
I'm really not complaning. I know this is actually a good thing. It means baby is more than likely engaged into my pelvis and is putting pressure on my girly bits. Everywhere I read I see that a baby usually drops 2-4 weeks before delivery. *For the first-time mom* God, please let it be closer to two weeks.
I had my first full term appointment yesterday! I gained 3 pounds. :( Which means, I offically gained 50 pounds during this pregnancy. My blood pressure was good (as always...even though I eat Chief Boyaredee..) to the dismay of my nurse. Again they had a hard time finding Boo's heartbeat. I tell them to go to my left side but they don't listen. But once they found it, it was a solid 140.
I also find it amazing that in the span of 15 minutes my fundal height went from 44 weeks to 42 weeks down to 38 1/2 weeks. : / Why the large span? He had his butt up in the air! (Haha Jenn...he sleeps like me!) So no ultrasound...no talk of induction. Thank you, JESUS! I know that could change but I don't think it will. I'm determined to let his guy bake. No matter what anyone says.
Best of all...the doctor gave me the okay to do "self" induction! Things like intercourse, (which Greg is VERY happy about) nipple stimulation, walking, sweeping, doing squats, eating spicy food/ pineapple and some herbs. I'm not going to do the herbal route, mainly because I don't want to have this stuff left over and not needing it. But everything else...sign me up! I made pork tacos last night (OMG SO GOOD!) and Greg told me not to put anymore spice in it because it was making him sneeze. Too bad...I wanted it. I've been craving spicy food and now that I don't have constant heartburn, I'm gonna eat it.
The only downside is that since I'm not having contractions they still haven't checked my cervix. Which is a little discouraging. I mean, there is a chance that I'm having contractions but just not feeling them. Soooo I really want to try to get some contractions started. (Okay, okay...I know I'm going to regret saying that...but give me a break, I'm so over being pregnant.)
Today is going to be dedicated to cleaning and getting my hospital bag together. Even the OB says I could go at anytime...but she can't pin point it. *grumbles.*
The ball is in his court now...C'mon BABY!
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Let's just say this: it feels like I have a bowling ball on my cervix. Walking makes me groan. Rolling over is nearly impossible. My pubic bone feels like it's going to snap in half. And my hips pop.
I'm really not complaning. I know this is actually a good thing. It means baby is more than likely engaged into my pelvis and is putting pressure on my girly bits. Everywhere I read I see that a baby usually drops 2-4 weeks before delivery. *For the first-time mom* God, please let it be closer to two weeks.
I had my first full term appointment yesterday! I gained 3 pounds. :( Which means, I offically gained 50 pounds during this pregnancy. My blood pressure was good (as always...even though I eat Chief Boyaredee..) to the dismay of my nurse. Again they had a hard time finding Boo's heartbeat. I tell them to go to my left side but they don't listen. But once they found it, it was a solid 140.
I also find it amazing that in the span of 15 minutes my fundal height went from 44 weeks to 42 weeks down to 38 1/2 weeks. : / Why the large span? He had his butt up in the air! (Haha Jenn...he sleeps like me!) So no ultrasound...no talk of induction. Thank you, JESUS! I know that could change but I don't think it will. I'm determined to let his guy bake. No matter what anyone says.
Best of all...the doctor gave me the okay to do "self" induction! Things like intercourse, (which Greg is VERY happy about) nipple stimulation, walking, sweeping, doing squats, eating spicy food/ pineapple and some herbs. I'm not going to do the herbal route, mainly because I don't want to have this stuff left over and not needing it. But everything else...sign me up! I made pork tacos last night (OMG SO GOOD!) and Greg told me not to put anymore spice in it because it was making him sneeze. Too bad...I wanted it. I've been craving spicy food and now that I don't have constant heartburn, I'm gonna eat it.
The only downside is that since I'm not having contractions they still haven't checked my cervix. Which is a little discouraging. I mean, there is a chance that I'm having contractions but just not feeling them. Soooo I really want to try to get some contractions started. (Okay, okay...I know I'm going to regret saying that...but give me a break, I'm so over being pregnant.)
Today is going to be dedicated to cleaning and getting my hospital bag together. Even the OB says I could go at anytime...but she can't pin point it. *grumbles.*
The ball is in his court now...C'mon BABY!
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Picture Tuesday...I finally remembered.
Alright. My mother has been bugging me for bump and nursery pictures. Luckily I took a picture when I was 8 months and I took some this morning. No more do I want to stand in front of something and have my picture taken. It reminds me of how huge I really am. But, I guess it is a good reference point. She told me I looked beautiful. :( I still think she was lying.
This is at 8 months. It might look a little weird since I was sitting down.
This might sound a little nuts...but sometimes I'm still surprised I'm pregnant. I can't explain it, but it baffles my mind.
Please excuse my dirty mirror.
He's really sticking out now. 37 weeks. You think I would be used to an ever expanding belly. It still baffles my mind. I'm just anxious to have him and to lose the weight. I know it's for a good reason that I blew up like a balloon, I just want to be semi-normal again.
I'm too swollen. I miss my feet. And my belly is lopsided because of how he lays.
Okay...I'm done complaining. :)
Now...the nursery! It's still not done, but it's getting there. And it'll be done this weekend! (Hopefully we can afford my glider. If not, I'll probably cry.)
His laundry. Trust me...there was more than what you think there was. That's THREE baskets FULL of clothing, sheets, blankets and other little things. I thought I would never get it done.
It took 5 loads of laundry and me about 4 times folding each item. Yea...I'm that psycho.
Crib! I loves it.
"Dressing" table. This is actually a changing table...the top "shelf" folds towards you to give you room to change the diaper. However, I like using it like this more. I'll change him in his crib, or the floor. I feel that I'm using the space better this way.
Here is the biggest pain in the neck baby item I had to put together. It took me almost an hour to figure out how to set up this stroller. (Sorry the picture is so dark.) My only hope is that Greg has an equally hard time getting the car seat installed. Seriously...that damn stroller took forever.
I'm pretty set. All I need is baby. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
This is at 8 months. It might look a little weird since I was sitting down.
This might sound a little nuts...but sometimes I'm still surprised I'm pregnant. I can't explain it, but it baffles my mind.
Please excuse my dirty mirror.
He's really sticking out now. 37 weeks. You think I would be used to an ever expanding belly. It still baffles my mind. I'm just anxious to have him and to lose the weight. I know it's for a good reason that I blew up like a balloon, I just want to be semi-normal again.
I'm too swollen. I miss my feet. And my belly is lopsided because of how he lays.
Okay...I'm done complaining. :)
Now...the nursery! It's still not done, but it's getting there. And it'll be done this weekend! (Hopefully we can afford my glider. If not, I'll probably cry.)
It took 5 loads of laundry and me about 4 times folding each item. Yea...I'm that psycho.
Here is the biggest pain in the neck baby item I had to put together. It took me almost an hour to figure out how to set up this stroller. (Sorry the picture is so dark.) My only hope is that Greg has an equally hard time getting the car seat installed. Seriously...that damn stroller took forever.
I'm pretty set. All I need is baby. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Monday, August 9, 2010
I lied.
I thought I wanted this bun to stay in the oven. I thought I didn't want to go into labor until my due date. I made myself believe that they were indeed correct about my due date after fighting for months saying it wasn't. Turns out, I was wrong.
I want this baby out. NOW. I have no idea if he dropped or not, but I'm thinking he did. I thought I was uncomfortable before...HA! Oh man...I hurt in my everywhere. And not to mention I've been having some serious braxton hicks contractions. Everything just hurts. I'm exhausted. And I have a ton of energy. (Oxy moron much?) I can't stop peeing. And my mouth is so dry I can't drink enough water. (Maybe that's why you have to sprint to the bathroom every 15 minutes...dummy.) I've been crying, yelling and laughing for no reason. Even the most harmless comment bruises my ego. But I can dish out the insults like no one's business. Patience has eluded me. I go from pleasantly full to starving in 5 minutes. My clothing no longer fits. (And what does fit makes me look like I'm having friggen triples as numerous people have pointed out.)
The only plus side to all of this is I can *finally* go to the bathroom...sorry for the TMI.
Basically...I loved being pregnant, but I think it's time to think about an eviction notice.
Since I'm now 37 weeks...I'm considered full term. Which means:
* 21 days until my due date
* I could go at anytime now
* He's almost here!
I seriously cannot wait for my appointment tomorrow. I'm thinking that if my fundal height is still way big that they will order an ultrasound just to see how big he is. (Hey, I'm up for another "peek" at him...I haven't "seen" him since 19 weeks 5 days.) Although the ultrasound could go either way. It could be "oh, he's fine" or "It looks like we're going to have to induce." Honestly, at this point, I just want to meet him. This week doesn't work for me, but next week...for sure he can come. :D
His bag is almost packed and I'm going to get mine done this week. And I have to get a list together of everyone who is planning on coming to the hospital. So far, I'm pretty sure there's a waiting list for passes...but if the head honcho (A.k.a. the one who is pushing a watermelon sized baby out of a hole the size of a lemon.) likes you...you get special treatment. :D I understand that people don't want to see me while I'm cursing and possibly loopy from the pain medication, but it may not be possible for everyone to see Boo once he's here.
Jus' sayin'.
Luckily I talked to my mom about her being in the room. I told her I have no problem with it, as long as she doesn't get in the way. That the person who is coaching me is Greg. And at anytime I can ask her to leave. Surprisingly, she wasn't acting crazy and agreed. Even more shocking is that she agreed that the kids will not be in there while I'm pushing. The last thing I need is to hear my sister say "I'm bored" while I'm pushing. It would be no bueno.
Now if only she will give me a straight flipping answer if she's coming this weekend. "I don't want to step on your toes...I know Jenn said she might be visiting you." Ummm yea...but not that day. I just need to know if you're coming or not so I can prepare Greg. He's had enough of your crazy...and I don't blame him for wanting to scream out whenver you call. OR if she would kindly stop saying to every Tom, Dick and Harry that I'm practically in stir-ups already. OR that I'm having a 20lb baby. I know I'm fat...and I gained a good bit of weight...but that doesn't give anyone the right to say that I'm going to have that *big* of a baby. That just makes me want to curse you out.
See what I mean about being hormonal?
Anyway, Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
I want this baby out. NOW. I have no idea if he dropped or not, but I'm thinking he did. I thought I was uncomfortable before...HA! Oh man...I hurt in my everywhere. And not to mention I've been having some serious braxton hicks contractions. Everything just hurts. I'm exhausted. And I have a ton of energy. (Oxy moron much?) I can't stop peeing. And my mouth is so dry I can't drink enough water. (Maybe that's why you have to sprint to the bathroom every 15 minutes...dummy.) I've been crying, yelling and laughing for no reason. Even the most harmless comment bruises my ego. But I can dish out the insults like no one's business. Patience has eluded me. I go from pleasantly full to starving in 5 minutes. My clothing no longer fits. (And what does fit makes me look like I'm having friggen triples as numerous people have pointed out.)
The only plus side to all of this is I can *finally* go to the bathroom...sorry for the TMI.
Basically...I loved being pregnant, but I think it's time to think about an eviction notice.
Since I'm now 37 weeks...I'm considered full term. Which means:
* 21 days until my due date
* I could go at anytime now
* He's almost here!
I seriously cannot wait for my appointment tomorrow. I'm thinking that if my fundal height is still way big that they will order an ultrasound just to see how big he is. (Hey, I'm up for another "peek" at him...I haven't "seen" him since 19 weeks 5 days.) Although the ultrasound could go either way. It could be "oh, he's fine" or "It looks like we're going to have to induce." Honestly, at this point, I just want to meet him. This week doesn't work for me, but next week...for sure he can come. :D
His bag is almost packed and I'm going to get mine done this week. And I have to get a list together of everyone who is planning on coming to the hospital. So far, I'm pretty sure there's a waiting list for passes...but if the head honcho (A.k.a. the one who is pushing a watermelon sized baby out of a hole the size of a lemon.) likes you...you get special treatment. :D I understand that people don't want to see me while I'm cursing and possibly loopy from the pain medication, but it may not be possible for everyone to see Boo once he's here.
Jus' sayin'.
Luckily I talked to my mom about her being in the room. I told her I have no problem with it, as long as she doesn't get in the way. That the person who is coaching me is Greg. And at anytime I can ask her to leave. Surprisingly, she wasn't acting crazy and agreed. Even more shocking is that she agreed that the kids will not be in there while I'm pushing. The last thing I need is to hear my sister say "I'm bored" while I'm pushing. It would be no bueno.
Now if only she will give me a straight flipping answer if she's coming this weekend. "I don't want to step on your toes...I know Jenn said she might be visiting you." Ummm yea...but not that day. I just need to know if you're coming or not so I can prepare Greg. He's had enough of your crazy...and I don't blame him for wanting to scream out whenver you call. OR if she would kindly stop saying to every Tom, Dick and Harry that I'm practically in stir-ups already. OR that I'm having a 20lb baby. I know I'm fat...and I gained a good bit of weight...but that doesn't give anyone the right to say that I'm going to have that *big* of a baby. That just makes me want to curse you out.
See what I mean about being hormonal?
Anyway, Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Eh.
I spent most of the morning frantically cleaning. And why did I do that? I have no idea. But now that I have done it, I'm exhausted and I want a chocolate shake and nap for my efforts.
'Cause that's just what this pregnant woman wants. :D
Time is flying by. And according to my mother, I really don't have any time left. She told my Gram Cracker (who is out of the hospital! YAY!) that I should be having Boo within a week. A week...??? REALLY? I think you are crazy. Gram thinks he'll be here in 2 weeks. And I want to tell everyone to just get out of my uterus. Boo will come when he is ready.
I'm getting comments from people like: "You didn't pop yet?" or "WOW you are HUGE!!!!!" or "When are you serving his eviction notice?" Okay, people. I'm 9 months pregnant. Most women go to 10 months. *Hence 40 weeks.* Please do not rush my child. The latest he'll be out is September 9th. Do I personally think he's going to wait that long? No. Do I think I'm going to be holding my child sometime in August? Yes. But he'll come when HE is ready. Not when anyone else is.
Ohhh and when you see my big whale butt waddling in public don't stare at me like I'm some sort of leper. I know that I waddle. I know I look ridiculous. Don't stare though. I'm pregnant. Who cares?
Well I think it's time for my nap and to try to wake up my little one...he slept too much today. :D
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
'Cause that's just what this pregnant woman wants. :D
Time is flying by. And according to my mother, I really don't have any time left. She told my Gram Cracker (who is out of the hospital! YAY!) that I should be having Boo within a week. A week...??? REALLY? I think you are crazy. Gram thinks he'll be here in 2 weeks. And I want to tell everyone to just get out of my uterus. Boo will come when he is ready.
I'm getting comments from people like: "You didn't pop yet?" or "WOW you are HUGE!!!!!" or "When are you serving his eviction notice?" Okay, people. I'm 9 months pregnant. Most women go to 10 months. *Hence 40 weeks.* Please do not rush my child. The latest he'll be out is September 9th. Do I personally think he's going to wait that long? No. Do I think I'm going to be holding my child sometime in August? Yes. But he'll come when HE is ready. Not when anyone else is.
Ohhh and when you see my big whale butt waddling in public don't stare at me like I'm some sort of leper. I know that I waddle. I know I look ridiculous. Don't stare though. I'm pregnant. Who cares?
Well I think it's time for my nap and to try to wake up my little one...he slept too much today. :D
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Oh, Doctor...
Well I had my 36 week appointment yesterday. And let me tell ya...I had more questions leaving than I did coming in. The biggest one being: is this baby coming a lot sooner than we thought??
Okay, as you know I've been having some "pre-labor" signs. (Diarrhea, nausea, cramping, period like pains, general "uncomfy-ness") All of these signs are very typical in late pregnancy and lead to delivery. And it can happen anywhere between a day to a month before you actually go into labor...
...so basically that leaves me exactly where I'm at.
However, I lost a pound since my last visit. The doctor didn't say that was a bad thing, but did say that I should probably eat smaller meals through out the day instead of three big ones. However, I've been eating more now than ever. Even with aching teeth, I've been eating like crazy. (Just not sweets...cause that shit HURTS like a MO FO) The baby had a good healthy heart rate of 154, even if it took the nurse a little to find it. (Just because his butt is on the one side, doesn't mean his whole body is...yea...apparently he's all twisted up in there.) He is also right in place for delivery! His head is down, and starting to descend into my pelvis. But, he hasn't dropped yet. He might not actually drop until I go into labor.
The only issue that we have right now is my fundal height. (The length of my uterus.) From week 20 on, they mesure your uterus from the top of you pubic bone to the top of the uterus. I have been measuring about a week or two ahead, which is normal. And when you are a bigger woman, your fundal height is usually bigger than an itty bitty woman's. However, I am now measuring 40 weeks instead of 36. There are a few reasons why that could be.
1. The baby is HUGE.
2. There's too much amniotic fluid.
3. I'm further than what doctor's believe - which is what I think is the root of the issue.
If the doctor was really concerned he didn't let on. But I think at my next appointment if I'm still measuring big I think they are going to send me for an ultrasound to see how big he really is. And depending on what they find out I might be having this baby sooner than expected. I'm still crossing my fingers that I don't need to be induced or have a c-section.
I was told to watch out for contractions. And if I even have a question if I think I'm in labor to call the OB and come in.
Basically, I can have him at any time now.
They think he's ready to come, but it could still be a number of weeks.
Stay in there baby...cook a little longer!
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Okay, as you know I've been having some "pre-labor" signs. (Diarrhea, nausea, cramping, period like pains, general "uncomfy-ness") All of these signs are very typical in late pregnancy and lead to delivery. And it can happen anywhere between a day to a month before you actually go into labor...
...so basically that leaves me exactly where I'm at.
However, I lost a pound since my last visit. The doctor didn't say that was a bad thing, but did say that I should probably eat smaller meals through out the day instead of three big ones. However, I've been eating more now than ever. Even with aching teeth, I've been eating like crazy. (Just not sweets...cause that shit HURTS like a MO FO) The baby had a good healthy heart rate of 154, even if it took the nurse a little to find it. (Just because his butt is on the one side, doesn't mean his whole body is...yea...apparently he's all twisted up in there.) He is also right in place for delivery! His head is down, and starting to descend into my pelvis. But, he hasn't dropped yet. He might not actually drop until I go into labor.
The only issue that we have right now is my fundal height. (The length of my uterus.) From week 20 on, they mesure your uterus from the top of you pubic bone to the top of the uterus. I have been measuring about a week or two ahead, which is normal. And when you are a bigger woman, your fundal height is usually bigger than an itty bitty woman's. However, I am now measuring 40 weeks instead of 36. There are a few reasons why that could be.
1. The baby is HUGE.
2. There's too much amniotic fluid.
3. I'm further than what doctor's believe - which is what I think is the root of the issue.
If the doctor was really concerned he didn't let on. But I think at my next appointment if I'm still measuring big I think they are going to send me for an ultrasound to see how big he really is. And depending on what they find out I might be having this baby sooner than expected. I'm still crossing my fingers that I don't need to be induced or have a c-section.
I was told to watch out for contractions. And if I even have a question if I think I'm in labor to call the OB and come in.
Basically, I can have him at any time now.
They think he's ready to come, but it could still be a number of weeks.
Stay in there baby...cook a little longer!
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Monday, August 2, 2010
God, I hate nesting...
So, I've been feeling the "itch" to clean for a few weeks now. It was kind of gradual. I didn't want to overwhelm myself. Well it was kicked into full gear this weekend. I wanted everything done in two seconds. What made it worse is that I was so extremely exhausted, I didn't want to do anything! I wanted Greg to do all the cleaning. Which worked so well. I basically broke my back trying to get things done and I had to listen to Greg complain that I was overworking him.
...I really didn't care...
There are things that I'm not "allowed" to do (I.e.: Use the drill to secure the top to the changing table, move the crib to vacuum, vacuum, take the mirror off the wall so I can wash that wall, fix the window trimming, move the changing table, take the laundry downstairs...) that he had to do. But yet, he didn't want to do any of these things on his days off. Too damn bad...it needs done. And I know that the baby won't be very mobile the first few weeks of his life, but when he comes home I want him to be in a clean and organized environment. I don't care if it takes me until he comes, I want both of our rooms spotless.
With that being said: we *finally* got the baby mattress! AND we got his laundry detergent. So what does that mean? That's right, we did 5 loads of baby laundry this weekend. I still have to fold up his sheets. And I'm also probably going to refold everything that I folded already. My original plan didn't work so well, so it's looking like I need to redo it all. It just looks sloppy. And I'm on a perfectionist kick.
Not to mention I have a TON of baby clothing. It seriously is looking like I won't need to buy any clothing until he's in 12month. Plus I seriously have over 50 pairs of baby socks. LOL that just blows my mind. I thought I had a lot of socks...this kid's got me beat. I also ran out of space to put all his clothing. I finally got a hold of my father and I'll be getting my dresser in two weekends. (Which I will talk about a little later on why that is a HUGE pet peeve.)
I just want to set up his little crib already...cause I'm hoping in 28 days he'll be in it. :)
Alright...my dad. *Grumbles* The past few weeks he has been hard to get ahold of. His wife had to have a lung biopsy (it was negative...thank God) and I can understand him being busy. Well. I've been leaving him texts and calls to call me back when he can. I finally got a hold of him on Saturday. I was trying to be pleasant with him even though I was in a grumpy mood, but he was making it really difficult. Whatever, he has a lot on his plate right now. I get it. Well he was supposed to buy us a dresser/changing table combo...and I took his budget into consideration. I didn't choose something super expensive. Nor did I pick a super cheap thing either. I picked something that I would get good use out of. I was informed yesterday that I won't be getting this piece of furniture. Instead I'll be getting my old dresser from when I lived there. Not a big deal. Although I will admit I was a little peeved. I told him that was fine, but what he said next FLOORED me. "Well I have this big bike trip coming up (he's going to Milwaukee for bike week.) and since you don't call me or bother to visit me or anything I don't feel like I need to spend money on this baby."
UMKAY! I didn't tell you that you *needed* to spend money on this baby. But I let it slide. Even though he spent nearly $500 on ALL THREE of his step-grandkids. Next he said that he can't get it to me because of the bike trip. Again, no big deal. I was trying to be nice. Even though I was really pissed at this point. Next he said...well since you don't have a changing table...what are you going to do? Well, we technically do have one, I just didn't want to use it as a changing table. But I'll figure something out. I was feeling myself become grumpier and grumpier but I didn't want to let on. There is no reason for him to have the satisfaction that he made me mad. I almost held it in until he said this precious gem: "Don't forget to call your poor old dad when you go into labor. I'll have to visit. As long as it's not next week when I'm gone. I probably won't pick up if you call when I'm at bike week. If you go into labor I'm still going...so hold in that sucker until after."
...Why does my parents think that I can just "hold him in" or know when he's going to come? Seriously...they've been through this before. They should know that I have NO control over when he's coming.
Out of spite, I want to drop this baby out on Wednesday when he leaves. Don't piss off a pregnant woman.
Sorry if that vent sounded like I'm acting spoiled but it's really aggravating. I know that I wanted second hand stuff. However, I'm kind of sick and tired of my family "promising" us things that they end up going back on. My dad with the dresser, (that I could have had when we went up last time, MONTHS ago.) my mom with the bedding and my Gram with the mattress. In all these cases it would have been easier for us to just go out and get the stuff instead of waiting around for them. It's annoying. And I'm sure that my hormones aren't making it any easier on me.
Now...for the pregnancy stuff. (LOL sorry for the long post)
The past few days I've been feeling crampy. I feel like my period is coming. Like, it's right there. Apparently that's normal...when you start going into labor. However, there is this little thing called "false labor" and I'm pretty sure that's what I'm dealing with. I don't want to get too worked up about anything right now. I have an appointment with my OB tomorrow. Hopefully things are going well and he's going to stay in there a little longer.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
...I really didn't care...
There are things that I'm not "allowed" to do (I.e.: Use the drill to secure the top to the changing table, move the crib to vacuum, vacuum, take the mirror off the wall so I can wash that wall, fix the window trimming, move the changing table, take the laundry downstairs...) that he had to do. But yet, he didn't want to do any of these things on his days off. Too damn bad...it needs done. And I know that the baby won't be very mobile the first few weeks of his life, but when he comes home I want him to be in a clean and organized environment. I don't care if it takes me until he comes, I want both of our rooms spotless.
With that being said: we *finally* got the baby mattress! AND we got his laundry detergent. So what does that mean? That's right, we did 5 loads of baby laundry this weekend. I still have to fold up his sheets. And I'm also probably going to refold everything that I folded already. My original plan didn't work so well, so it's looking like I need to redo it all. It just looks sloppy. And I'm on a perfectionist kick.
Not to mention I have a TON of baby clothing. It seriously is looking like I won't need to buy any clothing until he's in 12month. Plus I seriously have over 50 pairs of baby socks. LOL that just blows my mind. I thought I had a lot of socks...this kid's got me beat. I also ran out of space to put all his clothing. I finally got a hold of my father and I'll be getting my dresser in two weekends. (Which I will talk about a little later on why that is a HUGE pet peeve.)
I just want to set up his little crib already...cause I'm hoping in 28 days he'll be in it. :)
Alright...my dad. *Grumbles* The past few weeks he has been hard to get ahold of. His wife had to have a lung biopsy (it was negative...thank God) and I can understand him being busy. Well. I've been leaving him texts and calls to call me back when he can. I finally got a hold of him on Saturday. I was trying to be pleasant with him even though I was in a grumpy mood, but he was making it really difficult. Whatever, he has a lot on his plate right now. I get it. Well he was supposed to buy us a dresser/changing table combo...and I took his budget into consideration. I didn't choose something super expensive. Nor did I pick a super cheap thing either. I picked something that I would get good use out of. I was informed yesterday that I won't be getting this piece of furniture. Instead I'll be getting my old dresser from when I lived there. Not a big deal. Although I will admit I was a little peeved. I told him that was fine, but what he said next FLOORED me. "Well I have this big bike trip coming up (he's going to Milwaukee for bike week.) and since you don't call me or bother to visit me or anything I don't feel like I need to spend money on this baby."
UMKAY! I didn't tell you that you *needed* to spend money on this baby. But I let it slide. Even though he spent nearly $500 on ALL THREE of his step-grandkids. Next he said that he can't get it to me because of the bike trip. Again, no big deal. I was trying to be nice. Even though I was really pissed at this point. Next he said...well since you don't have a changing table...what are you going to do? Well, we technically do have one, I just didn't want to use it as a changing table. But I'll figure something out. I was feeling myself become grumpier and grumpier but I didn't want to let on. There is no reason for him to have the satisfaction that he made me mad. I almost held it in until he said this precious gem: "Don't forget to call your poor old dad when you go into labor. I'll have to visit. As long as it's not next week when I'm gone. I probably won't pick up if you call when I'm at bike week. If you go into labor I'm still going...so hold in that sucker until after."
...Why does my parents think that I can just "hold him in" or know when he's going to come? Seriously...they've been through this before. They should know that I have NO control over when he's coming.
Out of spite, I want to drop this baby out on Wednesday when he leaves. Don't piss off a pregnant woman.
Sorry if that vent sounded like I'm acting spoiled but it's really aggravating. I know that I wanted second hand stuff. However, I'm kind of sick and tired of my family "promising" us things that they end up going back on. My dad with the dresser, (that I could have had when we went up last time, MONTHS ago.) my mom with the bedding and my Gram with the mattress. In all these cases it would have been easier for us to just go out and get the stuff instead of waiting around for them. It's annoying. And I'm sure that my hormones aren't making it any easier on me.
Now...for the pregnancy stuff. (LOL sorry for the long post)
The past few days I've been feeling crampy. I feel like my period is coming. Like, it's right there. Apparently that's normal...when you start going into labor. However, there is this little thing called "false labor" and I'm pretty sure that's what I'm dealing with. I don't want to get too worked up about anything right now. I have an appointment with my OB tomorrow. Hopefully things are going well and he's going to stay in there a little longer.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
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