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
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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
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