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

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 

And So, The Countdown Begins!

My life has become a numbers game:
33: Weeks pregnant
49: Days left in my pregnancy
28: Days left until full term
48: Days that Greg is supposed to be working non stop starting July 29th
2: Number of Braxtion Hicks contractions that I had last night in a 3 hour time period
50: Number of pounds I have gained so far. (Blehhhh I'm disgusted)
4: Liters of water I drink a day
0: Centimeters dilated

 Definitely seems like time was going so fast, and now it seemed to stall.  Which, I guess, is a good thing.  I'm still so unprepared though.  Some days it feels like nothing is going to get done.  And it's driving me nuts.  Somethings I need help with still, and I'm not going to get it.  Greg has less motivation than me to get things done.  Which I can understand.  He's been (and is going to be) working too much.

I just hope he doesn't have too much on his plate. 

And I hope that when the time comes his job will be understanding of the time he'll need to take off.

But I doubt that they will.  And generally speaking, if it comes to me or his job...it's looking like his job will win.

My mom already offered for me to stay there while I'm recovering after the baby.   To which I laughed in my head.  There is absolutely no way in hell I'm going to separate my family moments after my child is born.  Not to mention, I'm going to need to stay in York.  The baby's doctor is going to be here as well as mine.  Just in case something happens...you never know.  But talking to that woman is like banging your head against the wall.  The only thing it will lead to is a terrible headache and mass confusion.

I guess this is all tied to jitters.  Some days I question if this was all a terrible mistake.  That maybe I'm not ready.  Maybe both Greg and I need to grow up before we have this child.  But every time I have one of those thoughts I shake it out of my head.  I know that this is not the ideal time.  I know that if things were different I would be planning my trip down the aisle and not the trip to the delivery room.  And I know that everyone has their doubts before.  That everyone kind of freaks out because they don't want to do wrong. 

It's just so close to the end.  I can almost see August 30th already.  And I am so excited and nervous at the same time.

And so...the countdown keeps going.

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee