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 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 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
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
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
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
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
