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
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
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
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Dentists, and contractions, and mucus plugs OH MY!
Well I'm sorry I haven't been posting much lately. So much has been going on and it's been leaving me a little...drained.
*My Grandmother was admitted to the hospital last Thursday for a bowel obstruction. They didn't know what caused it, or how to repair it. And since she had radiation therapy a few years ago they did not want to surgery. When they started running out of options they realized they had to do surgery. Fortunately it wasn't as bad as they thought. Somehow her small intestine got curled funny and they were able to repair the problem. With that being said, she's still in the hospital but is doing much better. They hope for her to be out of the hospital by Saturday.
*I've always had "bad" teeth. I've always had cavities. My front teeth were always pushed against each other. My wisdom teeth always ached. I've always had a jaw that clicks. And I haven't been to a dentist since I was 18. Yea...not so good. I finally had a cleaning yesterday. I have to get two wisdom teeth PULLED and two cavities filled. And when do they want to do this? Four...yes FOUR...days before my due date! I'm in tons of pain, but I think I'm just going to have to wait until after baby Boo is born. I don't want to risk taking care of a newborn and aching jaw/ teeth/ sockets. I guess I can handle the migraines/ pain until then.
*I've been having contractions? I'm not too sure. It's more like I'm crampy. Not period cramps (which is contractions apparently) but just cramps. They are annoying. They are worse in the morning. I want them to stop.
*On Friday I lost a part of my plug. Sorry, TMI..but yea. I think it was stress from my Gram Cracker being sick and me in pain from my teeth. Maybe Boo will be here sooner than later? Only time will tell. But I was also told that you can lose your plug and it will regenerate itself within 48 hours. And just because you lost your plug doesn't mean you'll go in labor.
*Greg has been absolutely amazing lately. Yes, he gets on my nerves. And yes, sometimes I get annoyed with him. But that's because he's getting nervous too. I forget that all of this is new to him too. I love that man.
*With everything going on, my energy level went to non-existent. I don't want to do ANYTHING. I know I need to clean. (Hurricane Greg is in FULL FORCE) But I just don't want to. I don't want to do laundry (I love doing laundry) and I don't want to pick things up around our room. I just don't want to. I want to nap. Hell, I don't want to finish up the nursery. I just have no desire to do it. I'm going to be a terrible mom. : /
*I just can't wait until Boo is here. This pregnancy is starting to stress me out. I know having him here will make things a whole lot better. Maybe I won't be so nervous then.
Well that's pretty much all of it. I think I'm gonna lay down or something. Maybe then I can get some energy. (Seriously I go to bed at 8pm wake up at like 6:30am and take a 2 hour nap...I'm that tired.)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
*My Grandmother was admitted to the hospital last Thursday for a bowel obstruction. They didn't know what caused it, or how to repair it. And since she had radiation therapy a few years ago they did not want to surgery. When they started running out of options they realized they had to do surgery. Fortunately it wasn't as bad as they thought. Somehow her small intestine got curled funny and they were able to repair the problem. With that being said, she's still in the hospital but is doing much better. They hope for her to be out of the hospital by Saturday.
*I've always had "bad" teeth. I've always had cavities. My front teeth were always pushed against each other. My wisdom teeth always ached. I've always had a jaw that clicks. And I haven't been to a dentist since I was 18. Yea...not so good. I finally had a cleaning yesterday. I have to get two wisdom teeth PULLED and two cavities filled. And when do they want to do this? Four...yes FOUR...days before my due date! I'm in tons of pain, but I think I'm just going to have to wait until after baby Boo is born. I don't want to risk taking care of a newborn and aching jaw/ teeth/ sockets. I guess I can handle the migraines/ pain until then.
*I've been having contractions? I'm not too sure. It's more like I'm crampy. Not period cramps (which is contractions apparently) but just cramps. They are annoying. They are worse in the morning. I want them to stop.
*On Friday I lost a part of my plug. Sorry, TMI..but yea. I think it was stress from my Gram Cracker being sick and me in pain from my teeth. Maybe Boo will be here sooner than later? Only time will tell. But I was also told that you can lose your plug and it will regenerate itself within 48 hours. And just because you lost your plug doesn't mean you'll go in labor.
*Greg has been absolutely amazing lately. Yes, he gets on my nerves. And yes, sometimes I get annoyed with him. But that's because he's getting nervous too. I forget that all of this is new to him too. I love that man.
*With everything going on, my energy level went to non-existent. I don't want to do ANYTHING. I know I need to clean. (Hurricane Greg is in FULL FORCE) But I just don't want to. I don't want to do laundry (I love doing laundry) and I don't want to pick things up around our room. I just don't want to. I want to nap. Hell, I don't want to finish up the nursery. I just have no desire to do it. I'm going to be a terrible mom. : /
*I just can't wait until Boo is here. This pregnancy is starting to stress me out. I know having him here will make things a whole lot better. Maybe I won't be so nervous then.
Well that's pretty much all of it. I think I'm gonna lay down or something. Maybe then I can get some energy. (Seriously I go to bed at 8pm wake up at like 6:30am and take a 2 hour nap...I'm that tired.)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Monday, July 26, 2010
A little bit of a bragging post.
I have always had terrible teeth and I haven't always taken care of them. And for that, most of my adult life I've had terrible toothaches. No insurance prevented me from getting the issues fixed, so I suffered. I blame myself for not doing what I could to help myself out. So when I got Medicaid I thought that automatically I would have dental insurance. I've been fighting with my insurance company since November about my dental coverage. They kept denying the coverage. Finally, I talked to someone with half a brain last week and they confirmed that I've had dental coverage November. I was a little peeved.
Randomly I will get a whole ton of pain for no reason what so ever. And it can last for weeks with no letting up. I'm a big baby. When I'm in pain...you know it. Poor Greg has to deal with me being miserable and crying and generally unpleasant company while I'm going through these pains. I know I'm unbearable. I know I'm a mess. But somehow he deals with it with *minimal* complaining.
But he babied me all weekend. And this isn't a new thing either. For the past few weeks he refuses to let me cook dinner. Yes, it's easier for him to just do it. But it's hot down there and I don't want him to suffer alone. He wants me to relax more and just rest. Well that's a little impossible for me right now, but I appreciate the gesture. He always puts my needs first and for that, I'm truly grateful.
I may complain that he doesn't do things around the house. Or that he doesn't always clean like I want him to. Or that he occasionally falls asleep at 6pm because he's just "too comfortable next to me". I really am the lucky one in this relationship. I like to think that we both give 100% but some days, he picks up the slack when I just can't.
What can I say...I love my redneck. And I cannot wait to be his wife.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Randomly I will get a whole ton of pain for no reason what so ever. And it can last for weeks with no letting up. I'm a big baby. When I'm in pain...you know it. Poor Greg has to deal with me being miserable and crying and generally unpleasant company while I'm going through these pains. I know I'm unbearable. I know I'm a mess. But somehow he deals with it with *minimal* complaining.
But he babied me all weekend. And this isn't a new thing either. For the past few weeks he refuses to let me cook dinner. Yes, it's easier for him to just do it. But it's hot down there and I don't want him to suffer alone. He wants me to relax more and just rest. Well that's a little impossible for me right now, but I appreciate the gesture. He always puts my needs first and for that, I'm truly grateful.
I may complain that he doesn't do things around the house. Or that he doesn't always clean like I want him to. Or that he occasionally falls asleep at 6pm because he's just "too comfortable next to me". I really am the lucky one in this relationship. I like to think that we both give 100% but some days, he picks up the slack when I just can't.
~MommyToBee
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I really suck at remembering to take pictures...
It's the second week that I completely forgot to take belly pictures. Not that it really matters...I'm a whale and even some of Greg's shirts are covering my massive bump. It really is depressing. With that being said: let's talk about baby.
Yesterday I had my 34th week appointment. It went extremely well. I was so worried about my weight...luckily I only gained a pound. The doctor told me that probably from here on out I won't gain as much (WHOO HOOO!) and that any weight I do gain in these last few weeks (omg omg OMG) is purely baby.
They did have to take my blood pressure twice though. There must have been issues with the automatic pump because the cuff kept trying to blow off, so they did it around the wrist. No biggie, the last time they did that it was wayyyy under. Well this time...it was wayyyyyyyyy over. Intitinally it was 140/92...yea. Next they did it manually and they got a good reading 122/74. I'm pretty sure that if they would have done the manual one first it wouldn't even be that high.
Boo's heart rate was amazing, 145, and strong once they found it. The little bugger wouldn't stay still and kept moving away from the Doppler. He is head down, and apparently is already at about a -3 station: meaning his head isn't engaged in the birth canal just yet but he's getting ready to get into position. Another good thing from what she can feel is that he's not postitor. She doesn't want to induce me, for any other reason than a medical emergency. From what she knows about my pregnancy so far, there shouldn't be any issues. (Yay!)
I go for another appointment in two weeks and then after that, I'll be going back every week. I can't believe how fast this pregnancy has gone by. It's just amazing that I'm pretty much done already. That he'll be here real soon. I've come to a calm that everything will get done. And I realize that although our financial situation isn't ideal, it could be a lot worse. (Now if only Greg's work will get on the ball with all this extra overtime...he's on loan but not for long.)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Yesterday I had my 34th week appointment. It went extremely well. I was so worried about my weight...luckily I only gained a pound. The doctor told me that probably from here on out I won't gain as much (WHOO HOOO!) and that any weight I do gain in these last few weeks (omg omg OMG) is purely baby.
They did have to take my blood pressure twice though. There must have been issues with the automatic pump because the cuff kept trying to blow off, so they did it around the wrist. No biggie, the last time they did that it was wayyyy under. Well this time...it was wayyyyyyyyy over. Intitinally it was 140/92...yea. Next they did it manually and they got a good reading 122/74. I'm pretty sure that if they would have done the manual one first it wouldn't even be that high.
Boo's heart rate was amazing, 145, and strong once they found it. The little bugger wouldn't stay still and kept moving away from the Doppler. He is head down, and apparently is already at about a -3 station: meaning his head isn't engaged in the birth canal just yet but he's getting ready to get into position. Another good thing from what she can feel is that he's not postitor. She doesn't want to induce me, for any other reason than a medical emergency. From what she knows about my pregnancy so far, there shouldn't be any issues. (Yay!)
I go for another appointment in two weeks and then after that, I'll be going back every week. I can't believe how fast this pregnancy has gone by. It's just amazing that I'm pretty much done already. That he'll be here real soon. I've come to a calm that everything will get done. And I realize that although our financial situation isn't ideal, it could be a lot worse. (Now if only Greg's work will get on the ball with all this extra overtime...he's on loan but not for long.)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Monday, July 19, 2010
"You Are EXTREMEMLY Pregnant."
Yea, someone said that to me on Saturday. Way to kill my self-confidence, Mr. huge-belly-pretzel-cone-making-man.
Most days I just feel huge. But today, I feel pregnant. I have no idea if it was from my cleaning spree this weekend or if it's just because I am, in fact, extremely pregnant. I woke up this morning more tired then before I went to bed, aching back, pain in my hips, baby doing flips, headache, grumpy as hell, and craving chocolate milk. Usually on any given day I only have two of those symptoms...not all at once. :(
It doesn't help that I have been nesting like crazy. I've been scrubbing walls and sorting laundry. I finally got my dresser and I want to do laundry so bad. I started scrubbing Boo's walls. (They were stained from all the cigarette smoke....ew.) On Saturday I painted the doors in the nursery. And now I want to just put everything away. Plus I need to clean our room, but that's a fruitless task. Everyday hurricane Greg comes through and messes up all of my progress. Ughh men.
I made Greg work all weekend. We needed to make repairs to the apartment for inspection in January. So this weekend Greg and Billy painted the downstairs middle room, lay down flooring, and put up ceiling tiles. Yes, it was a lot of work, but it was just one room except for the ceiling tile (that needed done in 2 rooms downstairs.) And I spent all weekend working on the nursery. But of course, Greg is so tired and worn out and grateful that "my job is done." Excuse me? No, no, no. There is about a million more things that still needs done. So sorry for you! I guess you should have done the work weeks ago, before it got too bad.
I wish Greg would catch my cleaning bug. But atlas, nope, men don't get pregnant.
Blahh.
Time is still moving so fast. It feels like little man can come at any time (and in reality, he can...since at 35 weeks they don't stop labor at my hospital.) and I'm just not ready for him yet. I'm blowing up my dad's phone about the changing table. And I finally got Greg to start saving! (I don't care if I actually had to give him and allowance. It got the job done.) He spends way too much on just whatever he wants. He doesn't realize that babies are expensive, and diapers don't grow on trees.
I suppose I'm just so excited to get everything done. I'm hoping that by the end of the first week in August I'll have the nursery completely done; furniture and laundry too. That puts me at about 2 weeks. Which puts me at about full term. (sort of) So I'll be all set for baby Boo. And then all I have to do is wait for me to use the room. :D
T-minus 42 days until my due date...21 days until full term.
No wonder I feel so pregnant today.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Most days I just feel huge. But today, I feel pregnant. I have no idea if it was from my cleaning spree this weekend or if it's just because I am, in fact, extremely pregnant. I woke up this morning more tired then before I went to bed, aching back, pain in my hips, baby doing flips, headache, grumpy as hell, and craving chocolate milk. Usually on any given day I only have two of those symptoms...not all at once. :(
It doesn't help that I have been nesting like crazy. I've been scrubbing walls and sorting laundry. I finally got my dresser and I want to do laundry so bad. I started scrubbing Boo's walls. (They were stained from all the cigarette smoke....ew.) On Saturday I painted the doors in the nursery. And now I want to just put everything away. Plus I need to clean our room, but that's a fruitless task. Everyday hurricane Greg comes through and messes up all of my progress. Ughh men.
I made Greg work all weekend. We needed to make repairs to the apartment for inspection in January. So this weekend Greg and Billy painted the downstairs middle room, lay down flooring, and put up ceiling tiles. Yes, it was a lot of work, but it was just one room except for the ceiling tile (that needed done in 2 rooms downstairs.) And I spent all weekend working on the nursery. But of course, Greg is so tired and worn out and grateful that "my job is done." Excuse me? No, no, no. There is about a million more things that still needs done. So sorry for you! I guess you should have done the work weeks ago, before it got too bad.
I wish Greg would catch my cleaning bug. But atlas, nope, men don't get pregnant.
Blahh.
Time is still moving so fast. It feels like little man can come at any time (and in reality, he can...since at 35 weeks they don't stop labor at my hospital.) and I'm just not ready for him yet. I'm blowing up my dad's phone about the changing table. And I finally got Greg to start saving! (I don't care if I actually had to give him and allowance. It got the job done.) He spends way too much on just whatever he wants. He doesn't realize that babies are expensive, and diapers don't grow on trees.
I suppose I'm just so excited to get everything done. I'm hoping that by the end of the first week in August I'll have the nursery completely done; furniture and laundry too. That puts me at about 2 weeks. Which puts me at about full term. (sort of) So I'll be all set for baby Boo. And then all I have to do is wait for me to use the room. :D
T-minus 42 days until my due date...21 days until full term.
No wonder I feel so pregnant today.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
So Sleepy.
With the arrival of glorious rain (it's been a while since we got a good soaking) there has been some issues happening. One issue is the ceiling in our bathroom is leaking. This was "fixed" last summer. In fact, the two men who "fixed" this problem spent 2 months installing a window. There were 3 problems that needed fixed last summer: replace a window, fix the ceiling, and cut down a mulberry tree. Well, we still have mulberries all over...AND we have a leaking ceiling. PLUS whenever there's a lot of wind, you can hear a "whistle" coming through the window. So really, we're back at square one. To top it off, Greg's dad doesn't want to call the landlord just yet because we don't have the repairs done yet. (As apart of the rent agreement every year we have to do some things around the house to make sure it passes inspection. The inspection is due in January but we have to have the stuff done...NOW so he knows it's done.)
Not to mention that everyone else (except for Greg's mom...who doesn't use the bathroom...she uses a portable toilet since she can't walk up the steps) can literally do their "business" in the shower. Me, however, cannot pee standing up. (The leak is over the toilet) So I have to quickly pee or I'll be soaked.
This doesn't make the preggo happy. Not. Happy. At. All.
Again with the rain, or maybe just pregnant-ness, I have been tired ALL the time. This would be great, if I could sleep. With waking up litterly every hour to pee, and sometimes not being able to fall back asleep is killing me. I know it's going to get worse once Boo is here. I just hope that I get some sleep soon. (While I'm writing this, I can't stop yawning....oy.)
Of course my teeth issues aren't helping me get quality rest. I haven't been to a dentist in about 6 years. (Very bad, I know) I finally made an appointment, and I'm nervous. I've been dealing with this pain for such a long time though, it needs to get fixed. Apart of me hopes they just yank the one tooth out since it's a wisdom tooth...but I doubt it. After the baby comes out I got to get my wisdom teeth out. :( Not looking forward to it at all.
Boo has been EXTREMELY active lately. Literally, it feels like he's going to kick his way out. One minute he'll have hiccups, next minute he's kicking my ribs. It's pretty cool though. I've started taking videos of him going nuts in there.
'Cause ya know...he's just itching to get out. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Not to mention that everyone else (except for Greg's mom...who doesn't use the bathroom...she uses a portable toilet since she can't walk up the steps) can literally do their "business" in the shower. Me, however, cannot pee standing up. (The leak is over the toilet) So I have to quickly pee or I'll be soaked.
This doesn't make the preggo happy. Not. Happy. At. All.
Again with the rain, or maybe just pregnant-ness, I have been tired ALL the time. This would be great, if I could sleep. With waking up litterly every hour to pee, and sometimes not being able to fall back asleep is killing me. I know it's going to get worse once Boo is here. I just hope that I get some sleep soon. (While I'm writing this, I can't stop yawning....oy.)
Of course my teeth issues aren't helping me get quality rest. I haven't been to a dentist in about 6 years. (Very bad, I know) I finally made an appointment, and I'm nervous. I've been dealing with this pain for such a long time though, it needs to get fixed. Apart of me hopes they just yank the one tooth out since it's a wisdom tooth...but I doubt it. After the baby comes out I got to get my wisdom teeth out. :( Not looking forward to it at all.
Boo has been EXTREMELY active lately. Literally, it feels like he's going to kick his way out. One minute he'll have hiccups, next minute he's kicking my ribs. It's pretty cool though. I've started taking videos of him going nuts in there.
'Cause ya know...he's just itching to get out. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
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