Look who loves her new toy…
It’s a glorious St Pattys day here in VA!
We took a nice walk around the lake with the family.
Took a few pics we several generations of the family.
Then Yiayia took Mox home to play while we headed to the plaza.
I had heard so much about a new children’s store naturally I headed over to check it out. Per usual baby was a winner and came home with a few items:
I think she’s in love.
Off to see what the night may bring. We are going to try to get out and have a green beer while Mox hangs with the ‘rents.
I’m pretty sure she’ll be in good hands.
*Skipping ahead from the stick to the final weeks of the whole shebang. I promise to continue not only part 2 but as much of the last 9 months in as much detail as I can recall. Luckily I take a lot of pictures and write the husband a lot of emails. Let’s just hope I don’t encounter too much pregnancy brain along the way!
I am very pregnant and feeling it. Although my total weight gain has been low don’t think it makes this belly any less heavy or awkward. I still bump into to things and drop food on it constantly. And as much as I have loved having her right here I am ready to hug Scott stomach to flat stomach.
38 weeks and 2 days: As of today I am officially 12 days from my due date. She is guesstimated to be 7.5 lbs with everything in place and properly positioned for departure.
Due to all our heart monitoring visits we have gotten to see her little face quite a few times. I still can’t believe there is a little human in my belly. One that I have grown! Wrapping my mind around that is much more than I can process, especially as it draws closer and closer. My brain has one focus these days: Baby, Baby, Baby.
What do we still need? What I should be doing? She has to come out of me?! And what was I doing again? I have a full on case of “pregnancy brain”.
How am I feeling?: I go from energetic to flat-out exhaustion in no time at all. Then I find myself wondering should I be reveling in the final days of couch time? Or should I force myself to keep going and going? So far I have tried to find a balance of both. Getting out for lunches and errands like the grocery store etc but also spending time on the computer, watching TV and if need be, napping. I will say every night I go to bed thinking we could wake up at any time and then life as we know it will be forever changed.
I have also noticed a lower than even my lowered pregnancy tolerance for those around me. Most of this week I have just felt like most people I encounter are truly ignorant. They don’t know how to act and they really don’t know how to drive. Annoyance levels are at an all time high and almost no one is spared from my wrath. Then there are my demands. On more than one occasion I have told Scott I simply want him at my beck and call at.all.times. And as selfish and ridiculous as that is, he makes it happen.
Can’t say I have any cravings at this point. Not that I really have throughout the last 9 months. I will say my one main problem is when I see something, like brownies for example, I must have them. Then I am over it and can move forward. Cereal has also been a big winner. My favorite combination involves Ezekial cereal, soy milk, frozen blueberries (the key ingredient) topped with Cheerios. When nothing else sounds good that is my go to.
Signs of labor:
I have read through the signs enough to be aware but not paranoid. Most of said signs I am not feeling.
Dropping: I have not dropped, at least not noticeably. I had some random pressure like pain last night and thought maybe she had dropped but judging by my belly I would say she is still riding high.
Contractions: During my monitoring on Monday, my Dr told me I had contractions. Did I feel them? Not at all. Now I did notice a bit of a crampy feeling later that day. Was what I felt contractions? Maybe. I honestly have not figured out what Braxton Hicks are supposed to feel like.
I have opted out of being checked for dilation just yet. We are seeing a midwife group and they don’t check you unless you want them to do so. My thoughts are why know when it ultimately won’t change anything. You can be dilated for weeks with no action. No need to make me feel like more of a ticking time bomb than I am!
Baby odds and ends:
Ordered pink booties to go with her “coming home outfit”
Aches and pains:
Many. I can’t lay on the couch without having to be hoisted up. Just rolling over has become quite the ordeal and forget getting out of bed in the middle of the night without uttering the word “ow” multiple times. I also get short of breath while doing mundane things or sometimes nothing. Not too mention laying on my back for sonograms is a recipe for blackout disaster.
Not that it is all bad, tonight I decided to test out the belly as a soup holder.
Passed with flying colors.
Now it is off to bed for us, got to sleep while we still can!
Random quote of the day:
I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them. — Anne Rice
April 24th, 2011. Easter Sunday.
Well maybe that’s not how it “started” but it was a definite game changer, not to mention quite the “surprise”
Let’s backtrack a bit.
It was a cold night in March, or was it a balmy night in early April I have no clue nor should you want to know. It truly was more like a car ride to Dallas, saying that I mean that is when the seed was planted in our heads.
Me: So I am having this random pain in my lower right side. Sorta stabbing and a bit unrelenting.
S: You are late right?
Me: Um, ya about 3 days
S: Hmm, followed by silence.
Okay may not have been total silence but there was some definite processing going on.
Next day I do what any 31 year old woman would do, I call my best friend who is states away and head to the store where I purchase not one, but two little white sticks. In the meantime I email boyfriend asking if he would like to be present for said experiment involving both urine and plastic. He says yes, and I may have a drink in my hand.
Fair enough as I would have liked to have had a drink in mine.
Because we are procrastinators we wait until the very end of the evening to see wherein our fate lies. In fact at this point my feeling that I will see the “yes” is so strong I really don’t need to see the answer.
I take it, I wrap it in toilet paper, I lay it on the bed in between the two of us. One little white stick with all the answers. We go back and forth for what feels like hours. Finally the paper is pulled only to reveal our answer:
“There it is”
Those may have been the only words spoken for the next half hour.
From that we cried a bit, talked a lot and slept next to none.
To be continued…