Wednesday, April 28, 2010

36ish Weeks

Yesterday marked 30 days left until my due date. Tomorrow marks 36 weeks completed. So I figured today was a good day for some comments and observations...

It is getting more and more difficult to get comfortable. I find myself dreading bedtime, because even though I am sleepy, I know the whole night is going to be one uncomfortable suckfest.

The (possibly?) good news? I appear to be adapting a sort of newborn schedule. I am up every three hours to pee. Which reminds me. You know what you probably don't really want to eat when you're nine months pregnant? Asparagus. Asparagus pee at 12, 3, and 6 AM really starts to grate on your nerves.

Which brings me to eating. I am not enjoying the eating anymore. It's not the whole baby's-too-big-stomach-is-crushed scenario - I ate through that phase like a champ. It's just, I don't know, I'm not hungry anymore. I find myself eating because I have to. I think I'm still eating more than I used to, I'm just not quite at the I-must-have-two-french-dips-for-lunch level I was a few months back. It depresses me, because I love eating. I love it the most.

And I keep having random bouts of nausea! What's up with that?

This weekend is my baby shower. I am very excited and glad that the day is finally here. I remember vaguely when we were looking at dates a few of my mom friends saying May 1st might be a *little* late - and me shrugging it off that I was sure it was fine, it's four whole weeks from my due date, after all! Now that we're here I see what they meant. I figure I will be very busy next week, getting everything all finalized, and then I will sit on my ass watching my stockpile of 16 and Pregnant episodes until I go into labor myself.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Happy Birthday Dear Work Pants...

There was SO much work getting did around the house this weekend that the work pants have been declared dead. Yes my friends, get ready. The Big Reveal is upon us.

My husband really IS the best. I mean it. He was promised a birthday weekend of fun and last hurrahs, and instead he worked his butt off to get that nursery finished. Which is why I am glad I have better presents for him than new work pants.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

A pretty nice little Saturday, actually

We hit up Home Depot for the closet system for the nursery. Ran out of time for Bed Bath & Beyond, though.

Ah, I can't go to Home Depot on a weekend without thinking about Old School and feeling a little bit lame, like some prior version of myself is laughing somewhere. The one with the hangover and the inexplicably inside-out pants.

Then again, I've also found myself with Dogwood envy. What I mean by that (in case you yourself are cool and have no idea what I could possibly be talking about) is that I have a rather sickly Dogwood tree in my front yard, and when I see someone else with a beautiful vivacious one in their yard I am jealous. So maybe a trip to Home Depot is the least of my worries.

These are the sorts of interests (errands, botany) that I attributed to middle age a decade ago. So was I just ignorant back then, or have I settled into a middle age groove without realizing it? Don't answer that.

Friday, April 16, 2010

34 Weeks

Two people told me this week that I don't look like I could possibly make it another six whole weeks. This caused me anxiety at first, until I remembered that people are always saying this to pregnant ladies and it is just code for "my GOD you are big as a house."

But really, the fact that the baby is medium-well at this point just blows my mind. Only three more weeks and I'm - or she's - full term.

I had a mild scare today. I was chatting away at Husband on the phone when suddenly my vision went blurry. It went from "huh, that's weird, I feel like I'm looking through water" to "OH MY GOD IT'S GETTING DARK I'M GETTING SLEEPY IS THIS DYING?!?!" over the course of a half an hour or so. My OB had me go to my regular Doctor who had me see the Opthalmologist - sending me down the hallway with a reassuring "I'm nervous that you've thrown a clot." I had time to wait then, visualizing the imminent emergency C-section, the coma into which I would surely slip, and the tearful bedside vigil of my friends and family.

There was no clot. I ended up being diagnosed with an optical migrane, something that apparently I can expect to have happen again. Hurray! Here's to hoping they stay of the optical variety and that I don't suddenly develop real migrane headaches - just to make the last six weeks more enjoyable than already promised.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

At least I don't have hemmorrhoids

Some random things I wanted to tell you about:

1. The nursery is getting closer to done. My vision may have been a little on the grand side - at least for my personal handyman skills. Luckily I have generous helpers. I can't wait for the big reveal.

2. My sister's puppy was over today. She weighs approximately one pound, 14 ounces. My 18 pound cat Meester spent the whole day hiding from her. This does not bode well for his reaction to having a baby in the house.

3. Baby girl has spent the past 24 hours or so throwing 'bows into my left side. It feels like I swallowed a chicken wing bone. Not really very cool.

4. Speaking of not very cool, I am not entirely convinced that I will make it through the duration of this pregnancy without dislocating my right hip. Every single time I get up from sitting or lying down and put my weight on it, it totally buckles. I limp and hobble to the tune of my husband's laughter. We'll see if he's still laughing when my leg snaps off, shoots across the room, and hits him in the face.

5. The second couple from our birth class to have their baby had their baby the other day. There were only nine of us couples in the class to begin with. It has occurred to me that I might actually give birth to a baby as well.

Friday, April 9, 2010

33 Weeks

My 33rd week is now complete. It was kind of a bummer.

I had another one of those mood episodes. I pouted and I cried and I felt miserably sorry for myself, but I couldn't help it. It was all hormones I swear. It culminated last night in my crying hysterically over the news report of the death of that oil-well firefighter guy Coots Matthews - but not because I found it so sad. I was crying because I thought his name and life story were hilarious. I didn't FEEL like laughing, I wanted to be SAD. How dare his story cross my consciousness and interfere with my pout.

Anyway, Husband got me some Taco Time for dinner and I got over it.

I saw my OB today. I gained another 5 pounds over the last two weeks. You know, at this rate, 200 pounds is not out of the realm of possibility. That would be so awesome. I would totally take a picture and ask all the time, "hey, remember when I used to weigh 200 pounds?" Spoken like a true asshole, I know.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Anyone for a Mayonnaise Sandwich?

See that totally unappetizing picture? That's my lunch. An egg salad sandwich.

Big deal, you say. It's the week after Easter, everybody's eating egg salad.

True as that may be, this sandwich IS a big deal for me. Because it is the first egg salad sandwich I have ever had IN MY LIFE. I will give you a moment to recover from the shock surely caused by that statement.

So how did this come about? I'll tell you. For the first 31-and-a-half years of my life, I would not go near the stuff. I would (very politely) say I would rather die of starvation than ingest that stinky, yellow, blobby goo. But for some reason the last time I had a hard boiled egg on a salad, I thought to myself, hmm ... maybe egg salad would be good.

Because a pregnancy craving has yet to lead me astray, I decided to go for it. We ended up having a glut of eggs this week, and it seemed fated. Here are my tasting notes.

  • Is it supposed to be so mushy? Or did I use too much mayonnaise? I had the overwhelming feeling I was eating a mayonnaise sandwich, which is not really a good thing in my book.
  • I didn't have an onion started, and I wasn't about to get into the whole chopping process just for a stupid egg salad experiment. I was also lacking celery. I think I would enjoy it more with the addition of those crunchy elements. (See "Is it supposed to be so mushy?, above)
  • I went rogue and added some mustard. Also some dill. But mostly too much salt.
  • I ate it on white bread because I had some in the freezer, and because everyone I've seen eat egg salad eats it on white bread. I think this was a mistake. I think I would go wheat next time, if not caraway rye. Oh, how I loves me some good rye bread.
  • I put pickles on the sandwich in addition to on the side. This may have contributed negatively to the salt factor, but definitely helped with the mush factor.
Overall, I wouldn't go so far as to say that I like egg salad now...but I wouldn't say I think it's the most vile thing possible, either. Yeay me! Trying new things! I deserve a cookie.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

C is for cookie, and cookies are for me

I had an uncontrollable urge for cookies today. I had to have them. And, even more so, I had to have some cookie dough.

I specifically wanted Toll House cookies. I wanted them just how I remembered them from childhood. When's the last time you had a Toll House cookie? I can't remember at all the last time I bothered to make chocolate chip cookies from scratch. It's unfortunate too, because the real thing is WAY better than stupid break n' bakes. Which is something I know full well - but laziness often wins. Stupid.

I didn't eat too much raw dough, I promise. And I asked the eggs if they had salmonella and they said no.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

32 Weeks

My due date is eight weeks from today. Go ahead and freak out a little bit, I sure did.

There's a preview of her little Chopita face. It's blurry and you have to try and look through it kinda like one of those 3D posters to see it, but there she is. The disfigurement looking thing between her eyes is actually placenta (or maybe just uterine wall, I can't remember), and you can see how she is holding the cord to her mouth. Either she's quite the little snuggler or she has her momma's appetite.

In other news. The other day one of the cats stepped on my belly particularly hard and Chopita decided to head for the hills. By head for the hills I mean she curled herself way deep and low in my belly. I am getting jabbed with one body part of hers or another all the way over in my left hip. It feels like a foot. I am not going to be pleased if that cat made my perfectly well-aligned, head-down baby go breech. Although I guess she's got plenty of time for another flip.