Went to bed @ 9 and now I'm up (it's 1:30), unfortunately contractions are gone... I knew it was too good to be true :(

Well I am having contractions.... some mildly painful ones. I'm not timing them yet because they are still fairly far appart and they should be stronger.

I pray that this isn't my body playing a cruel joke on me.

39+ week appt

YESSSSSSSSSS I am one happy mama.

Here's a recap:
- I didn't gain a pound since my last appointment!
- baby's heartbeat was at 148
- I'M 2-3 CM'S DILATED!!
- Dr swept my membranes (aka stretch and sweep)
- Got a little bit of spotting from it... totally normal
- Dr seems to think that I'll have her within the week :)

After the appointment I went walking around West Ed for a couple of hours. I had some mild contractions along with a shooting pain going from my groin down to my calf... interesting.

Cross your fingers that the membrane sweep works!!

A Mat Photo

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.

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!

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.