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”!

 

 

 

 

Just another visit to the OB……..

I went for my weekly OB appointment today.

After the standard stuff was out-of-the-way:

BP:Normal

Urine:Normal

Group Beta Strep(GBS): Negative

Weight:No change(THANK GOD!!!)

I sat down for a chit chat with my midwife.

You see, I am miserable.  I woke up every hour, on the hour last night to pee.  Sciatica has returned, so when I first stand up, it’s like sharp stabbing pains running all down my right butt cheek and my leg.  He’s heavy.  I contract on and off whenever my body feels like it. 

Yeah. Hmmmmm

So, I kindly ask about inductions.

Now before anyone screams and yells at me about asking hear me out!

It’s not that I want to be induced this week.  Hell, not even next week.  I am just trying to wrap my mind around how much longer I am going to be this miserable.

Short answer:

Since I am GBS negative, they could strip my membranes when I am 38 weeks and see what happens.

They could check me to see if I am “favorable” after said 38 weeks and if so……maybe.

Or else, we wait until my due date, do an ultrasound to see how big he is and go from there.

Lord have mercy, I could be suffering like this for another month!

I wish my uterus would put me out of my misery.

All this cramping, tightening, contraction shit is for the birds. 

It starts.

It stops.

It starts.

It stops.

And Baby Boy is moving like crazy!

My only consolation is…..did you see my ticker???? 25 days left(I hope)!

But for now…….

I am so damn uncomfortable. 

I am not a happy mama to be.

36 weeks and counting

36 weeks.

Well now.

The countdown continues. 

My last order of business is to pack up my hospital bag.

I’ve studied all of the lists out there, and made my own.

I’m currently trying to gather all these things and pack them up. 

It’s hard to do so contracting every time I get going.  In some ways, I wish they would speed up and just put me out of my misery.  But no, of course not.  They just linger on.

But anyway, I’ve just about completed my goal of having all baby things ready by Halloween.  As soon as this bag is packed, I will be ready. 

I still want to clean the house a little more(like our bedroom), but mostly, I am done!!!

The clothes are washed (except those I couldn’t resist buying today);

 the room is ready,

the bedside crib/pack and play is ready,

the car seat is ready. 

I’ve picked a pediatrician. 

The breast pump is ordered.   

We’ve even narrowed it down to 3 definite names that I LOVE!

All I need is for Baby Dub to get here.

Hopefully, he’ll put me out of my misery soon.

The Nursery

Finished!!!!!!!

A day in the life

Since Sunday night, I have been contracting on and off.  Some very uncomfortable, some not so much.  It’s just getting annoying.   Like my Granny used to say, “shit or get off the pot.”

C-Dub is taking all of this very seriously and is hardly letting me go pee by myself.  I feel like I have to explain if I just want to go to freaking Target by myself.  Yesterday, I was forced to go to a “workshop” at the unemployment office only to learn that I have to go to three more “mandatory workshops” to keep getting my money.  AND I learned that pregnancy can be held against me because, (and i quote here) “we are not paying you to be pregnant.  When you have a baby, then you are obviously not looking for work, so we don’t need to pay you.”

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm………………………………………………..

Can you imagine the curse words that came to mind?

So afterwards, since I can’t drink, I needed Starbucks.  Sure it was raining cats and dogs, but I made my way safely to the Barnes and Noble and sat down to have a Grande Decaf Nonfat Caramel Machiatto with extra caramel syrup.

And then he calls like, “why didn’t you go straight home.”

Of course I felt like cursing him out too by that time, but I was firm instead, just saying that I wanted to.

Geez!!

All of this leads to C-Dub taking the day off today because I had plans to be out all day doing various baby related stuff( ob appointment, breastfeeding class).

Because obviously, I can’t be trusted by myself.

Whatever.

So, my first weekly fly by appointment was longer than previous ones.  It seems my office is getting the H1N1 vaccine in sometime in the next few weeks and they plan of vaccinating all of their pregnant patients.  Great…….if I really wanted one.  I’m still on the fence about that one.  Next, I had to get all sorts of info on circumcision( yes please) and cord blood donation.  Now…..cord blood donation is expensive!  I hadn’t planned on it, but will go to the website and check it out.  I gained one lovely pound this week, blood pressure was good.  Heartrate 140s.  Then I had to get the lovely GBS test done and that was that. 

We went to lunch, then off to breastfeeding 101.

Now, just cause I’m a Labor and Delivery Nurse, does not mean that I know EVERYTHING about breastfeeding.  I can tell you how to latch a baby on, but after that I am clueless.  The class was interesting and very entertaining.  I got lots of info. LOTS.

Now, I’m tired and home.  With C-Dub.

Damn, I kind of miss my alone time.

My first hospital visit.

Well, my child decided to act a fool today, and not move. 

At all.

For 4 hours.

I tried everything.  I drank juice, ice-cold water, laid on my side, jiggled my belly.

Nothing.

Told C-Dub, and the next thing I knew, I was on my way to the hospital.

Got there, the strip(the heart rate) was 140s, but not exactly what they call “reactive.”  They buzzed him, turned me from side to side.  Nothing. No movement.

And my blood pressure was 138/98.

Ahhhhh yes.

And of course I was contracting every 3-5 minutes.

GREEEEAAAAATTT.

The blood pressure went down after about 30 minutes, and with me on my side.

So, they sent me down to ultrasound for a BPP(Biophysical Profile) and as soon as the ultrasound was on, there he was….moving and grooving, like nothing was wrong.  He is a busy boy in there.  I guess he had just been taking a nap.(Stinker)

So, he passed the BPP with 8/8.  We did get to see his chubby, cute little face(awwwwwwww!) He had his whole hand in his mouth and was kicking and squirming like NOTHING was wrong.   Why couldn’t I feel any of it?  It seems I have a lot of fluid(not too much, but at the higher limits of normal).  They said that could be the reason why I don’t feel as much movement as before.

Hmmmmmm.

So, anyway, solved the baby movement issue, but not the contraction one.

They were really steady, and the funny thing was, I had been feeling the contractions all day, but thought it was gas!  So, they weren’t/aren’t painful.  I just feel the tightening/cramping.  It’s like an afterthought. 

Beth, my midwife, left it up to me if she should check my cervix to see if I was dilated.  I said yes, because if she didn’t, I would just wonder, and worry myself to death. 

Closed!!!

I didn’t want to know about effacement .  But the way she said closed, made me think there is something else going on in there.  But I’m not feeling them, I’m almost 36 weeks, and she said they wouldn’t stop me now if I was.

NOOOOOOOO!!

I need another few weeks!! I’m not ready!  As much as I complain about being uncomfortable, I need him to stay in a little while longer.

So, long story short, I went home with the “come back if your water breaks, or your contractions get stronger” speech.

Aye!

35 weeks

35 weeks down

5 to go.

FIVE!!

Had a fly by appointment on Wednesday, nothing new.  I learned that there will be no more ultrasounds unless something is wrong.

But moving on:

How far along? 35 weeks today.

Total Weight Gain? Let’s just say like one my midwives said: it is what it is.

Maternity Clothes? I’m running out.  I am down to 2 pair of jeans, a pair of stretchy black pants(yoga like), a pair of capris, and a thick maternity sweater I found at Ross.  I hope it doesn’t get too cold before I deliver.

Stretch Marks? NONE!!! The cocoa butter is still being slathered on everyday religiously.

Sleep? What’s that?  I now wake up on the hour, every hour, to pee, or change sides, or to readjust a pillow…..you get the point.

Best Moment this week? Getting a Boppy from my baby brother.  Who has no idea what it’s for.  When I tried to explain, I think I heard him gag!

Food Cravings?  Food, any type of food.   Oh, and the Pumpkin Pecan Cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory.  Did you know they have a new Red Velvet Cheesecake? OMG!

Sex? It had better still be a boy in there!

Labor Signs? Braxton Hicks out the yin yang.  Especially when I have to pee.  Which is all the time. So………

Belly Button? Not exactly a innie, but not exactly a outee.  Very weird.

What I miss the most? Bending over from the waist.

What am I looking forward to the most? Seeing what he looks like.  Will he look as chubby and cute as I dream he will???

Milestones? Reaching one appointment a week.  It means the end is in sight!