So tonight we were over at Auntie Char's and Uncle Ron's to help remember Bill's passing. We were having a great little get together with them along with some family friends. They were asking me how I was doing and I had made a comment about how I'm really sensitive about my figure right now and how everyone seems to think that I'm ready to pop. They were all really sweet and said that I look wonderful for being so close to the end.
During dinner they were all talking about the government while I was trying to get Robbie to eat when someone ends the conversation with "it's not over til the fat lady sings". Then one of the family friends turns to me and asks me if I'm going to start singing anytime soon. I was almost in tears. Even if it wasn't intended in a malice way... why even go there when I had just told you earlier about how I was emotionally feeling?!
I was crying to my sister over the phone at the beginning of the week about the insensitive comments (thanks for being such a great listener Alison!) and she sarcastically said that I should just stay home until baby decides to come... I'm seriously starting to think that this is my only option at this point.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
39 weeks
Wow. 1 week left or 7 days... insane.
Today is the full moon and Grandpa Bill's one anniversary of his passing. We miss you Bill, Colin and I often talk about you and how much you'd get a kick out of Robbie and some of his mannerisms.
I feel like poop - constantly. I feel like a big blob of pregnancy, my face is round and I have a lovely double chin, none of my clothes fit me, my big boy can't sit on my lap because I've got a belly resting on it... the list can go on and on. I tried to wrestle with Robbie and Colin last night but my belly kept getting in the way and suffocating them. I can't wait for the day that I can hop into my sons bed and read a story to him again.
Tonight we're going over to Auntie Sex's house (Auntie Char = Auntie Sex... I have no idea how Robbie came up with that one) and tomorrow Colin and I have a date night. We're going out for dinner and then to the hockey game, Colin's making me bring my hospital bag for both nights - just in case. Although I'd love for it to happen sooner rather than later, I have a history of overdueness so I'm not holding my breath.
Monday is my dr's appt. If I haven't dilated I'm going to ask for cervidel and if I am then I'm going to request a stretch and sweep. I need his help to kick start this labor thing!
Today is the full moon and Grandpa Bill's one anniversary of his passing. We miss you Bill, Colin and I often talk about you and how much you'd get a kick out of Robbie and some of his mannerisms.
I feel like poop - constantly. I feel like a big blob of pregnancy, my face is round and I have a lovely double chin, none of my clothes fit me, my big boy can't sit on my lap because I've got a belly resting on it... the list can go on and on. I tried to wrestle with Robbie and Colin last night but my belly kept getting in the way and suffocating them. I can't wait for the day that I can hop into my sons bed and read a story to him again.
Tonight we're going over to Auntie Sex's house (Auntie Char = Auntie Sex... I have no idea how Robbie came up with that one) and tomorrow Colin and I have a date night. We're going out for dinner and then to the hockey game, Colin's making me bring my hospital bag for both nights - just in case. Although I'd love for it to happen sooner rather than later, I have a history of overdueness so I'm not holding my breath.
Monday is my dr's appt. If I haven't dilated I'm going to ask for cervidel and if I am then I'm going to request a stretch and sweep. I need his help to kick start this labor thing!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Why don't people stop and think before they speak? Between the heartburn, the false labor, the sleepless nights, etc etc I'm a little sensitive and people (even random strangers) feel the need to ask how far along I am and put their two cents in. I'm REALLY sensitive about my weight right now and for someone to say "wow, you look like you're ready to pop" and "you can't get any bigger" really doesn't sit well with me. What kind of reaction are you looking to get from me?! Is that suppose to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside? I just don't understand. Why can't someone walk up to me and tell me that I look beautiful or that I'm glowing... rather than "you look like you're ready to have this baby any day". Colin's great at telling me I'm beautiful... but that's his job, lol.
More tears have been shed today, unfortunately. I devoted today to finishing our Christmas stockings (decided to hand make them) but I was only able to do the kids when I had to stop because my fingers are too fat and I can't thread the needle and every time the sewing machine got jammed I broke down in tears because my fingers were too fat to get in there and pick out the jammed thread.
We're/I'm also starting to get the phone calls and emails asking me if there's any baby yet. Come on people, do you not think I'd let you know?! When this little one decides to make an appearance I'm going to be shouting it from the roof tops.
As you can tell, I'm done. I'm ready to claim my body back. I'm ready to snuggle with my new little peanut. I'm ready to get rid of these stupid hormones that are all over the map. I'm ready to be able to have Robbie sit on my lap again.... I'm ready.
More tears have been shed today, unfortunately. I devoted today to finishing our Christmas stockings (decided to hand make them) but I was only able to do the kids when I had to stop because my fingers are too fat and I can't thread the needle and every time the sewing machine got jammed I broke down in tears because my fingers were too fat to get in there and pick out the jammed thread.
We're/I'm also starting to get the phone calls and emails asking me if there's any baby yet. Come on people, do you not think I'd let you know?! When this little one decides to make an appearance I'm going to be shouting it from the roof tops.
As you can tell, I'm done. I'm ready to claim my body back. I'm ready to snuggle with my new little peanut. I'm ready to get rid of these stupid hormones that are all over the map. I'm ready to be able to have Robbie sit on my lap again.... I'm ready.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
I have no idea what came over me on Friday, it felt like I had the baby blues all over again... 'cept this time I didn't have a baby. All I could do was get hugs from my boys and cry in the comfort of my husband's arm.
Saturday was a fantastic day for me. We took Robbie outside to shovel the snow, I did all our laundry and linens, cleaned the kitchen, swept and moped the floors and made a yummy dinner! Sunday was more of the same thing except with lest "zest" in my step, I even got the chance to spot clean some of the carpet on my hands and knees! I kind of spooked Colin out with everything I got done this weekend, I'm usually a "I'll do it later" kind of a gal... not these past couple of days!
I meant to note that my swab came back negative, so I won't be needing any antibiotics when she's born! We went to schedule my next appt at the front desk and it turns out my OB is off next week (watch, I'll go into labor when he's not there... just like with Robbie) the front desk chick was humming and hawing over where to schedule me in with another OB, so I booked myself in for next Monday... I'll be 39 weeks and 3 days by then!
Saturday was a fantastic day for me. We took Robbie outside to shovel the snow, I did all our laundry and linens, cleaned the kitchen, swept and moped the floors and made a yummy dinner! Sunday was more of the same thing except with lest "zest" in my step, I even got the chance to spot clean some of the carpet on my hands and knees! I kind of spooked Colin out with everything I got done this weekend, I'm usually a "I'll do it later" kind of a gal... not these past couple of days!
I meant to note that my swab came back negative, so I won't be needing any antibiotics when she's born! We went to schedule my next appt at the front desk and it turns out my OB is off next week (watch, I'll go into labor when he's not there... just like with Robbie) the front desk chick was humming and hawing over where to schedule me in with another OB, so I booked myself in for next Monday... I'll be 39 weeks and 3 days by then!
Friday, December 5, 2008
38 week appt
Baby's measuring great and heartbeat was 142.
I'm very emotional and sad today, I have no explanation as to why... just very depressed.
Sorry for the short update.
I'm very emotional and sad today, I have no explanation as to why... just very depressed.
Sorry for the short update.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
16 Days to go
Wow, the numbers keep dwindling down!
I've had this cough that just wont go away, I'm assuming it's my little girl in my lungs. I get a tickle in my lungs and can't help but cough.
Sleeping is really wishy-washy. One night I can sleep from 9-7 and not even have to get up to pee... other nights (well, I guess morning) I'm up around 3:30-4am. When you count up the hours it's not too bad, I average about 4-6 hrs on a "bad" night.
She's still as active as ever, thankfully it's mostly in the belly area. She's discovered a nerve in my left buttocks, it feels like someone's jabbing my bum with a large pin - owies! I've gotten Colin to massage my bum, it sounds silly but it feels soooo good. All those muscles are being worked over time with carrying all my extra weight and it feels good on my hips too.
Robbie and I went to Walmart yesterday and picked up the rest of the stuff that I needed for my hospital bag, I'm pretty much ready to go now. The only thing that I have left to do is type up a little Robbie instruction manual for Nan when she comes to watch him while we're at the hospital.
Everyone keeps asking me if I'm getting excited, nervous, etc for new baby. No, I'm not. I'm still not ready to have her (mentally), I'm not ready to say good-bye to this pregnancy and hello to my little girl. This pregnancy has been so much better compared to Robbie's (it's amazing how the season plays such a large factor in your comfort).
I've had this cough that just wont go away, I'm assuming it's my little girl in my lungs. I get a tickle in my lungs and can't help but cough.
Sleeping is really wishy-washy. One night I can sleep from 9-7 and not even have to get up to pee... other nights (well, I guess morning) I'm up around 3:30-4am. When you count up the hours it's not too bad, I average about 4-6 hrs on a "bad" night.
She's still as active as ever, thankfully it's mostly in the belly area. She's discovered a nerve in my left buttocks, it feels like someone's jabbing my bum with a large pin - owies! I've gotten Colin to massage my bum, it sounds silly but it feels soooo good. All those muscles are being worked over time with carrying all my extra weight and it feels good on my hips too.
Robbie and I went to Walmart yesterday and picked up the rest of the stuff that I needed for my hospital bag, I'm pretty much ready to go now. The only thing that I have left to do is type up a little Robbie instruction manual for Nan when she comes to watch him while we're at the hospital.
Everyone keeps asking me if I'm getting excited, nervous, etc for new baby. No, I'm not. I'm still not ready to have her (mentally), I'm not ready to say good-bye to this pregnancy and hello to my little girl. This pregnancy has been so much better compared to Robbie's (it's amazing how the season plays such a large factor in your comfort).
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