39 weeks

We take a break from our regularly scheduled programming to talk about vampires and werewolves.

I’m talking about the Twilight saga.  New Moon came out today.

Yes, I’m one of those.  I LOVED the books.  Therefore, like Harry Potter, I am duty bound to see the movies to see how bad they messed it up. 

I was pleasantly surprised with this one.  It was definitely better than the first.  And the guy who played Jacob has such nice……..pecs………and stomach muslces…..and ……..well, you get the point. I enjoyed the visuals along with the story line.    It’s probably the last time I’ll go to the movies for a loooooooooong time.

So, GO TEAM EDWARD!!!!  Yada yada yada……

Moving on to the continuing story of  the deliverence of Rose’s Daughter……………

I am 39 weeks today.

39 WEEKS! With only 7 days to go, according to my ticker. ( yeah. hmmmmmm)

I think I would be ok with being 39 weeks and not delivered if I had been working all this time.  But I haven’t.  I’m bored.  I need something else to do other than wait for C-Dub to get home from work.

What’s IN:

Emotions: I cried yesterday watching the Baby Story.  That. Is. So. Sad.  I mean, REALLY?  Maybe it was jealousy? I don’t know, but I watched another baby related show later in the day and cried again.  Ok.  So TLC is now banned.

Discharge: Warning: TMI here.  I’ve got mucous/goo/gel/SOMETHING coming out all over the place down there.  Mucous plug? Maybe it’s coming out in pieces???  Yeah………….

Walking: I’m trying to let gravity help nature out.  So far…..nothing.

Sex: Ahhhhh, C-Dub has missed you!  As one of my friends said: Get that natural cervidil up there!  And when I complained about my size, she said(and I quote) “use a broom handle to lift or lean over”.

Yes, I have crazy friends.

What’s OUT:

Reading all of these parenting/breastfeeding books/websites: Yes, Happiest Baby on the Block,  Baby Wise, Breastfeeding Made Simple, La Leche League, Kelly Mom, Medela……yeah.  I’ve read everyone’s theory/opinion and I’ve formed my own.  We’ll see how I feel with real life experience.

So that’s it for now.  My first baby(my baby brother) is coming this weekend for the holidays.  He is staying a week.  I’m very excited since I haven’t seen him since last Christmas.  He’s gotten a whole year older!  Anyway.  If anything happens, I”ll try to update.  Check the twitter posts in the sidebar.  They MIGHT be updated if this blog isn’t. 

But most likely, nothing will happen, so I’ll talk to you all later.

Going for a walk now, trying to make things happen!

 

38 weeks 5 days

Nothing new to report.

I went in for my weekly fly by:

Cervix: 1 1/2 centimeters this week.  Yeah whatever.  Could just be the difference in midwives.

Only thing was she couldn’t feel the head this week( are you freaking kidding me?) so they did a quick “where is his head ultrasound.”

It’s down.

And it’s huge.

Even though they didn’t measure it, I know.

It’s huge.

I don’t think he’s coming out of the shoot.

Anytime soon.

He’s just getting bigger, and bigger and bigger………..

And here comes another contraction……..oh joy.

bills bills bills

If I wasn’t pregnant, I would hate my life right now.

The same nasty bill collector called today.  AGAIN.  Sometimes, if I don’t answer my phone, they call 4 times in one hour.  I decided to answer today, so they wouldn’t call anymore this week.(we can hope)

Last time, I got a fairly sympathetic bill collector lady.

This one……a bitch.

Sorry, I know she’s just doing her job, which is why I stayed on the phone as long as I did with her.

But JESUS!!!

I mean, like my Granddaddy said, you can’t get blood out of a turnip!

How many time/ways can I explain that I am unemployed, about to deliver a baby and will not be paying you until at the earliest January of next year???

I hate the, can you borrow the money question.

And threatening me with “this will be charged off soon and go on your credit,” is really laughable.  Like I told her, it’s the least of my worries right now.  I’ve been there, done that and managed to still live my life.  Before all of this, my credit was basically a beautiful thing. 

But I hate not paying my bills. It goes against my nature.  I’m anal about it.  You should see my spread sheets.  But I’ve decided to just write this one off, because really, what can I do?  I might need my parents for something much more serious than a credit card bill come January if I can’t find a job.

Speaking of which, my ace in the hole job went away.  She filled the position.  DAMN IT!  Even though I had heard through the grapevine that the place was falling apart, it was a JOB.  A JOB!

Wading through the jobs on hot jobs, careerbuilders, and everywhere else I can find is not my idea of fun.  There are jobs that I qualify for but I can’t work right now!    Will these jobs still be there in a few weeks?? Will anyone really be hiring in December?   It’s a no win situation. 

And that is all I have to say today.

38 weeks gestation…..

38 weeks!!!!!!!!!

What’s IN?

Hemorrhoids: I shall call her…….mini me.  It’s so sad.  Really.  And painful.

Back pain/labor: It started yesterday.  No matter what I did (rocking on my hands and knees, counter pressure, the ball……it stayed.  It was baaaaaaaaad.  I was almost in tears.  mainly because I know that back labor can last for days.  Weeks even.  And still no baby.  Aye.

Nerves: It occurred to me that there will be a real live human being at the end of this who will need me to protect, feed, clothe, and generally take care of him for the next 18 years or so.  OMG!

What’s OUT:

My severance pay.  Yep, it’s gone.  I’m just getting those lovely government checks now.

Patience: with C-Dub, with my body, with bill collectors who call daily even though I just spoke to them yesterday and explained the situation.  And speaking of which, I really don’t appreciate being asked if I could “borrow” the money from someone else to pay you.  Does it make sense to you to make new debt to pay an old one???????

Moving on!

So, I’m just waiting.  And waiting.  My next appointment is on Wednesday afternoon.  After my mandated Government “do this workshop on how to get a job or don’t get paid” appointment that morning.  I’m going to beg for something.  Anything.

We’re ready.

P.S.

Do you guys realize that Thanksgiving in 13 days away???? Where did time go?

Breastpump Mania!

 

My breast pump arrived!!!!!

I decided early on that I would need one because I would be going back to work and wanted Baby Dub to have the benefit of breast milk.  It’s even more important to me now because :

1. I am going back to work earlier than expected.
2. In this economy, who can afford formula?( even though I’ve got three cans of powdered Similac stocked just in case of TRUE emergencies. It was free from the dr’s office which I find weird, but that’s a topic for another day)
3. I want to give him the healthiest start possible if he’s going to have to go to daycare that early.

I originally wanted the Medela Pump in Style which retails for $279.99.  I had saved and slaved for this pump.  But, while reading the Le Leche League forums,  I found out about a couple of websites that sold the pumps for a discounted price.

But, my secret desire was the Medela Freestyle just because, hey, it’s so neat and small and …..well I like new technology.  But at both Babies R Us and Target, the pump was $379.99!!! Now, I was able to talk C-Dub into $279 with tax, but $379? No no no.

However, due to research, I had found addalittlelove.com which sold the dream pump( the Freestyle) for $285 plus $5 shipping and handling.  With tax and insurance, that sent the price up to $295.  About the same as the Pump in Style in the store!!! I was so excited!!

But, there were a couple of people on these websites who kept mentioning bestbuybaby.com.  Once again, no prices on the website(something about Medela not allowing prices to be published online.)  I called, and found out that they wanted $270 for the Freestyle.  No fee for shipping and handling.  So, faced with the choice of saving $25, I decided to save $25.  Well, actually, I saved over $100 total!!!! I am sooooo excited!!!

This was my one last splurge before the baby comes. 

Now I have no choice, breastfeeding must work somehow because I spent all this money on this pump .

OB flyby……..

This week in Rose’s Daughter’s quest for deliverance……….

How far along? 37 weeks 5 days.

Total weight gain? 35 pounds.  Yes. 35!!!   

 

Maternity clothes? I only have a few left that fit.  As I’ve said before, I refuse to spend anymore money on them.
 

Stretch marks? NO!!! Cocoa Butter is my friend………………

Sleep: What ever.  Even though I did sleep pretty good last night.

Best moment this week : More gift cards from C-Dub’s job.  Don’t know what I’ll use them for, but I’m sure $100 in gift cards from Babies R Us will come in handy.  Ideas anyone?

Movement : Yes, yes.  He doesn’t seem to realize that he’s running out of room. 

Food cravings : I think I’ve indulged in them all.

Labor Signs: Contractions, contractions and more contractions.  But no baby.

Belly Button in or out? It’s kind of flat.  Weird.

What I miss: Not waddling

What I am looking forward to : The Birth of this baby.

Milestones: 37 weeks.( Term pregnancy)

So.  I went  to my Midwife today for my weekly fly by.  I got my prenatal records to take with me to the hospital “just in case”.  So they asked me if I wanted to be checked.   

Yes!

So, Peggy( the midwife) looks at my belly and proclaims, “that’s a good-sized baby in there.” 

REALLY?( Ummmmm yes, that was sarcasm)

But as always, I measure right on target at 38 cm.

As she is feeling around…..”Wow, feel that contraction!”

Heartbeat: Nice and strong… 140s.

And now……..

Ok.  Now, I’ve had vaginal exams before.  They have never really been uncomfortable enough to complain about.  I always shake my head at my patients when they scream out during an exam thinking, :what the hell?

But today……

I didn’t scream, but I thought screaming thoughts in my head.

But…..

I am 1 cm dilated! Soft(very soft she said.) and the head is at a minus 2 station.

So all and all, it means those contractions are doing something!!

AMEN. 

Now, I just need them to continue to do something and deliver me soon. 

 REALLY soon.

 

17 days until D day……..

Ok, I’ve been trying to post, and really have nothing to say.

I have my weekly OB checkup tomorrow.

I’ve been contracting and cramping and just generally uncomfortable all week.

I guess I’ll let them check me so I can see what(if anything) is going on.

I’m not getting my hopes up.

Just another Saturday.

Yes, well. 

 The shit hit the fan, and yesterday someone was very attentive, cleaned up the laundry room, did all the vacuuming, redid the flower bed, cleaned up the kitchen, didn’t leave any clothes anywhere besides said laundry room and provided dinner.

Hmmmmmmmmmmm.

Moving on!

I went out yesterday and got nursing bras at motherhood maternity.  I had completely forgotten about them until I was reading some breastfeeding material and they mentioned them.  Wow.  I got two sleep bras and one regular.  I can get more later if need be.  I also got a breastfeeding tank top, just because.

Nothing else newsworthy going on over here.

Still waiting for Baby Dub to make his appearance.  He’s got 19 days left until he is officially “done”. 

I might have to resort to having sex.

OMG!

 

Oh no the hell he didn’t!

So, today, after I posted, I had a burst of energy, and decided to do some cleaning.

I moped the kitchen, the bathrooms, the foyer.  I swept, I vacuumed.  I cleaned our bathroom.  Got on my knees and cleaned the tub, the shower.  Made up the bed, straightened up the den. I paid the bills, balanced the checkbook, juggled finances for the day.  I’ve cooked 3 out of 5 days this week.  And I’m not talking about hamburger helper!  I cooked for real: fried chicken, smothered pork chops, collard greens, mashed potatoes, fresh vegetables….you get the point!  And all this with sciatica and on swollen feet.

C-Dub comes home, early.  Tired.  We order in.

He keeps complaining about how tired he is, but then says he’s going to go hang out.

Now, I’ve been home alone all day.  I worked hard to make this house comfortable/clean for him to come home to and spend some time with me.  I’ve been trying to hold conversations with him since he got home, and have gotten a lot of one word answers and silence.  But now, he wants to go and “hang out’?

WTF?

I guess the dirty look I gave him said it all, because he didn’t go anywhere.

BUT:

Now, he has this annoying habit of taking off his clothes in the DEN and leaving them slung over the back of the couch.

The last few days, I have been reminding him on his way upstairs to take his clothes with him.

Now, today, after working so hard to make HIS home comfortable while 9 months pregnant with HIS baby, I just reminded him once again to take his shirt upstairs, because I knew he was going to leave it.

And I’ll be damned!

This m***f*** had the nerve to give me lip!

He said” I worked all day. I’m tired.”

What the F**K does that have to do with taking your damn shirt upstairs?????

“Don’t be bugging me about no damn shirt.”

He kept talking too about how he worked all day.  I think that’s what got me more than anything.

It was like he was implying that I just sat around all day by choice and therefore should be fine with picking up behind him. 

I.Don’t.Think.So.

It hit a nerve with me, because one of the reasons why I got up off my pregnant ass this morning and cleaned was because I feel like I should do something to earn my keep.  BUT DAMN!  I AM STILL 37 WEEKS PREGNANT.  DUE ANYDAY NOW.  I could leave this house a pig sty and refuse to do any damn thing. 

I am trying to be understanding here, I know the stress of getting ready to be a daddy and being the breadwinner might just be getting to him.  But I’ll be damned if I am disrespected in my own damn house.

I have feelings too.  When he was laid off earlier this year, I still cleaned and cooked even though he was home EVERY DAMN DAY. This while working long hours and two damn jobs.

 And he sure wasn’t pregnant!

So I know about working  long hours.  But I wasn’t a damn slob just because he was home all day.

I have to calm down first, but we’re about to have a come to Jesus moment. 

RIGHT. NOW.

37 weeks

Ladies and gentleman:

WE HAVE A FULL TERM BABY!!!!!

It seems like only yesterday, I was POAS.

And now I am 37 weeks pregnant, with 21 days to go(if he decides to come on time!)

I am so grateful, so happy, so ………….teary eyed!

What’s IN:

Diarrhea: Yes, after months of constipation, it seems that in the last few days, all of that has changed.  And it comes suddenly.  Not cool in the middle of Wal-Mart.

Laziness: Yesterday, I spent the ENTIRE day on the couch, napping and watching DVR’d episodes of CSI.  It was a good day.

Half hearted job searching: I’m browsing.  Just not applying yet.

Obsessing about Labor and Delivery:  When will it start???????  When will I be put out of my misery?????How can I hurry this process along???

That being said: Researching natural remedies to induce labor.  I ‘ve found  few that I am trying.  But I REFUSE to try Castor Oil.  I’ve seen what that does, and in light of the first IN on this list,  I will NOT be indulging in this one.

What’s OUT:

Nesting: Whatever.  I did that last month.  The hospital bag is packed. Baby’s bag is packed, clothes are washed, nursery is complete, guest rooms/bathrooms are clean.

Fitting in most of my maternity clothes: Yes, my belly sticks out so much that most of my shirts are too small.  So I wear the same 5 shirts over and over again.  Along with 3 pair of pants. Yep.

Worrying: I’ve over worrying about getting a job and worrying about money.  For now. There is just nothing else I can do for now, so why worry?

Cheesecake Factory: I have had a piece of cheesecake after every dr’s appointment for the last 2 months.  Ummmmmmmmmmm……………………..I think I’ve tried them all except the new Red Velvet Cheesecake.

Wait, maybe this one needs to be taken off the list……….

Anyway, it’s a pretty day today.  I think I’ll go and hang out in Barnes and Noble and then take a looooooong walk. 

Maybe something will “get going”!