07-6-2008 - Long Overdue Update

My mood while writing this blog: READY

WOW-so the last time I wrote in here was almost 20 days ago? whew...so my doctor didn't think i w ould make it past may 31...proved him wrong. HA!

Last weekend, my husband was DETERMINED to have a baby. It was sooo funny. I went to see him at his office and EVERYONE was saying-SO! THIS WEEKEND, huh? (my response-I dunno, you tell me...) APPARENTLY, he had told EVERYONE that he was determined to get the baby out-it was convenient for him. lol. SO, last friday night we walked up and down our little country street (I had to stop to pee everytime we passed our house.) No dice. THEN, we got up early and went to the mall to walk...again....no dice...then again, if we spent more time WALKING instead of in Express (lawd-we CERTAINLY weren't shopping for me...even when I'm NOT pregnant I can't really wear those clothes-they're not made for petite girls with BOOBS.) we probably would have gotten more out of it. THEN, we did some errands, making sure to take the longest route (walking) we could. I had to take MANY breaks...lol...the only thing that was getting excercise was my bladder...

SO, Tuesday was our 2 year wedding anniversary. I love anniversaries. When we were on our honeymoon, we went to the Bahamas. While there we visited Nassau. My mother in law once told me about Tortuga Rum Cakes....well, while walking around downtown Nassau, we saw a Tortuga Factory...they were actually making those delicious cakes and packaging them up RIGHT THERE. We sampled EVERY KIND-golden, key lime, chocolate, banana, coconut, pinapple, etc, RIGHT out of the oven...omg, YUM. THEN, we bought a cake of each flavor, FULLY intending to bring them all home to the States. Well, they didn't last the night...granted these were only little 8 oz cakes, but DANG. When we went back to our room later that night, we sat on the bed and ate EVERY ONE of those little rumcakes while staying up into the wee hours talking. It was the one of the highlights of our honeymoon. SO, we've decided to make it a tradition to get some Tortuga Rum Cakes every year for our anniversary. This year was no exception. We got a banana and a coconut this year...I think that's what we got last year. It was awesome. Well, before that, we went to this restaurant nearby that we had never been to, but had heard all about it. We'd never gone cause it was so expensive...our bill was $100...for just the two of us. But it was AMAZING. The food was really impressive. OF COURSE, I'm HUGELY pregnant and I happen to do a GREAT imitation of a beached whale...or better yet, a turtle thats turned over on it's shell...I feel like that's what I look like when I'm trying to get up off the sofa...anyway, it was a wonderful anniversary.

So, as much as I appreciate people calling to check up on me, I'm sick of hearing from certain people. YOU KNOW, who I'm talking about. The people that aren't so much concerned with your well being as they are with being the FIRST to know when something happens. At least thats the impression I get. The calls, texts, or emails EVERY DAY-or maybe not even everyday, but they've got that high-pitched squealy voice and you REALLY just want to reach through the currently used technology and get a good firm grip on their trachea and RIP with all your might.

THEN, there is the "belly feeler." I was in Wal-Mart buying a few last minute necessities for the birth/postpartum period. WELL, SOME people believe in my condition that I should be off my feet and not moving around much...well, I don't know who else could do this kind of shopping for me. I really wouldn't put my husvand through the demasculating ordeal of buying super-absorbancy extra-long overnight pads with "Flexi-Wings" call me crazy...maybe it's the flexi-wings...ANYWAY, I was in the express checkout line with my attention diverted to putting my items on the little table for the checker to check me out, when an older lady (I can't say "little old lady" cause this prune wasn't LITTLE...) puts her hand RIGHT ON MY BELLY and starts RUBBING. My immediate reaction was to slap her hand away and very directly let her know that it's NOT considered good luck to rub someone elses belly. Then I turned around and by that time the lovely checkout clerk was baging everything up and already had a total waiting for me. I swiped my card and started to walk away when I noticed that not-so-little-old lady was still standing there with her jaw scraping the linoleum. Its a good thing for me those Depends don't let her move to fast...I would have probably been in a bit of a pickle. THEN, I was at bath and body works...same day...to pick up some wall flowers. A (again, not so little) woman was making a bee-line for me...her hand was extended in the universally known "i'm gonna *try* to touch your belly" gesture and the look of "giddy delight" and THANKFULLY, I had time to throw her my fully practiced "B*tch, you do NOT want to do that" look and she took the hint. NOT ONLY do I NOT want strangers touching me-I'm VERY particular about who touches me even when I'm NOT pregnant, but I don't want strangers touching my kid...so help me...it's a good thing I've had nine months of practicing my "b*tch" look...I KNOW I'm gonna need it later.

My husband said I'm being a b*tch...my response...THANKS! It's working! Do people not realize that not only is a pregnant woman hormonal, uncomfortable, has to WADDLE to get ANYWHERE and self conscious, but you add to that the paranoia of being attacked by a "FEELER," they aren't going to be the most amiable when they are reminded yet again that YES, there is a seven + pound human being currently residing in what USED to be a sexy, flat tummy and said tummy will NEVER be the same again. Call me a b*tch...I'm proud of my accomplishment. If that's what it takes to make people realize how rude it is to touch someone anywhere without asking much less their pregnant bellies, then hey...job well done.

My last appt was Thursday. I was dialated 3 cm and 80% effaced. My doctor (whom I LOVE-he's amazing) was shocked as hell that I was still pregnant told me that it's ANY TIME NOW. The hard part (week 32-37) is over and I'm in the CLEAR. I have a feeling these next three days are going to be rough. MAINLY cause I have a feeling that HE'S COMING!.

Friday, I washed my few little bottles and put them in the properly organized, designated place in my cabinet. I chose the cabinet between my stove and my fridge cause I thought that would be the easiest. I KNOW, however, that I will most likely change my mind once I get Xander home and actually have to use those things.

I've drilled my husband on what to do when we finally get a breast pump and there is a supply of milk in the fridge for when he feeds the baby-like how these drop-ins work. you do NOT under any cicumstances put the bottle, drop-in or any combination thereof in the microwave. If it needs to be heated, pour what is needed into the glass container and THEN you can put it in the microwave. But to only heat it to just above room temp. We've worked out a schedule for midnight feedings-patrick gets the baby up and changes the diaper while I work on preparing the asthetically pleasing feeding apparatus and he goes back to bed while I nurse and burp and put back to bed...while that has worked for other people, I fully expect to have some difficulty with getting one or the other of us to adhere to the "plan."

Patrick is going to be a GREAT dad. He's sooo sweet to me. This morning-Saturday, I woke up at 3am having some pretty intense contractions, so I was in and out of bed peeing-something about a contraction squeezes it out of me...lol BUT, at the time I was so groggy that I didnt' realize that it was a contraction. I thought I had fallen asleep and then had to get back up, but when I got up at one time, I thought I was going to fall down. OMG. It hurt so bad, but then during I was thinking-if this is all it is, I can do this. It was by far the most painful. THEN, I thought (as I'm curled on my spacious bathroom floor-thank GOD some idiot put CARPET in most of our bathroom) OMG, this is probably it. They say you know. I have had a feeling about this Saturday, Sunday and Monday-if not this weekend, then FOR SURE on Monday. I'm NOT going past monday. I REFUSE. So, I get back in bed and my sweet husband is waiting for me. He rubbed my back and belly and layed with me comforting me through the worst of them. Then, he said, "honey, this could be it...I want you to eat a little something before we go-they wont let you eat when you get there. So he made me a little biscuit and since then, I've been fine. My plan today is to go to Target and get his father's day card and a few little post labor necessities.