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 

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

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

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

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

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

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