Up 1 pound from last week, so 10 pounds total. Everything looks good. Doc commented that my child always gives her such trouble. She always has to search all over for his heartbeat and he always moves away as soon as she finds it. I guess he’s going to be one of those kids. And that, folks, was my very last appointment. My mother in law will be here on Monday. Whew! Getting close to the end!
(Hold me.)
How far along? 37 weeks
Total weight gain: Appointment for today got rescheduled for tomorrow. So for now we’ll stick with up 9 pounds total.
Maternity clothes? Yes. Still. Forever.
Sleep: Su-uck. I can’t get comfortable, I wake up every 2 minutes because my hips are killing me or I need to pee. AND it takes me like 5 minutes just to stand because I hurt so much. This. Sucks.
Food cravings: Meh.
Best moment this week: I don’t know. Naptime?
Movement: Yes, yes, yes. Rolling and kicking and pushing and wiggling.
Gender: Boy. (Still.) Also boring question. (Still.)
Labor Signs: Nope.
Belly Button in or out? Out. For sure.
What I miss: Sleeping more than an hour at a time. Being able to get up like a normal person. Having patience.
What I am looking forward to: The end. So so close.
Weekly Wisdom: Don’t give me any bad news or I will get VERY pissy and screamy and also make sure there is always milk in the house.
Milestones: Full term
I’m kinda bitchy these days. I hurt. No joke. I went 40 weeks and 3 days with Smushy and never even came close to this kind of discomfort. Heartburn sucks and I can’t sleep and I am so grumpy. I’m trying to keep my temper in check, but I am failing all the time. I feel bad for everyone around me. I promise I’m not usually this mean.
I’m also really sad for the new guy. I had 4 years of dreaming of the perfect baby before Smushy came along and by that time I was so anxious and excited I could have burst. I don’t feel the same thing this time. Maybe because I know how hard it can be sometimes? Maybe because Smushy has been a pill lately? Maybe I’m worried about the c-section? Maybe it’s just hormones? I don’t know for sure. But I feel like this little boy is getting the short end of the emotional stick. This might be my last one and I really really wanted to enjoy every minute, but I’m not. So now I get to feel nervous and worried and guilty on top of everything else.
Almost done. Almost done. Almost done.
I don’t get why this always happens to us.
The home owner called me yesterday to let me know they’ve listed the house for rent (obviously for after we move) and she has had a couple of people show interest and want to see it. I panic. Mr. Silly has been gone for a few days for work and I am here all by my huge self and the house looks like crap. I let her know that and ask if it can wait until Mr. Silly is home so I can put him to work. She is awesome. The owners of this house have been awesome since day 1. She insists she will let me schedule people to come by at my convenience and not to worry about it.
Whew.
She called again today to let me know there is someone else and the husband is flying in to look at the place. He’ll only be here Monday and Tuesday. Of course. It’s fine really since Mr. Silly will be home soon and, while it does look like crap, it’s not really that bad and won’t take terribly long to clean. When the wife called, I let her know Monday morning would be best. Smushy will be at school and we don’t have to keep it clean for too long.
Really, none of this is a big deal. It’s not like the last place we lived where they would show up without calling first and put a ton of pressure on us to keep everything perfect, going so far as to suggest we hire a cleaning service. The difference is night and day. I would rent from the current owners forever if I could. We have only had a couple things come up and they were taken care of immediately. They don’t bother us, we don’t bother them. It’s perfect, really.
The ONLY thing is. I’m about to have a baby. I’m having a hard time focusing on much else these days. I can’t physically keep up with the mess. The house never looks perfect. Trying to figure out the best days and times for someone to come by is starting to stress me out. Already. And it just started yesterday. I just feel like my brain is at capacity right now and I don’t have room for anything else.
For instance. My dad and step-mom called last night to find out our travel plans for the move. They’ve been talking about doing a huge family reunion and want to plan it around us so we can be there. So I’m bombarded with whens and wheres and how longs and I just start spacing. For one thing, I don’t know. I just. Don’t. I don’t know this child. I don’t know if he hates the car. I don’t know if we’re going to have to drive in 20 minute increments the whole way. I don’t know anything about him. I have never done this before. Plus, we have to get to the next place as quickly as possible so we can find a place to live and get unpacked before Mr. Silly leaves. I don’t have a lot of time to kill. Now they seem to think this is rectified by them flying to our next duty station and “helping”. God please no. (A whole other venty, angry, red blog post.)
And it doesn’t even matter because I can’t think about that yet. No brain space. I just wish people would let me get through this baby thing before adding anything else to my plate. Really, I just need a couple more weeks and then we can talk details.
Until then, people should just shush. My brain needs the quiet time.
(You are so welcome for the most disjointed blog post ever. Anytime!)
How far along? 36 weeks
Total weight gain: Up 1 pound from last appointment, so 9 pounds total.
Maternity clothes? Yes. Still. Forever.
Sleep: Sleep has been decent-ish. I have a feeling it’s going to suck over the next few days though.
Food cravings: I had a crazy tater tot craving earlier this week. I think it was the strongest so far and I was surprised by it. Sucks since I didn’t have any tater tots. It’s ok though, I bought some yesterday just in case.
Best moment this week: My baby shower!! It was so much fun and I feel so lucky to have had one.
Movement: Every night he gets into this certain position that stretches out the skin near my bellybutton and it hurts like a sonofagun. Still normal rolling and kicking going on. Even though I’m uncomfortable (a lot), I do think I’ll miss the moving.
Gender: Boy. (Still.) Also boring question. (Still.)
Labor Signs: Nothing really. A few contractions when I over do it or when I don’t drink enough water.
Belly Button in or out? Out. For sure.
What I miss: Cleaning. Weird, I know, but I am basically useless right now and it sucks when the DESIRE to clean is there, but not the ability.
What I am looking forward to: I guess making it to 37 weeks.
Weekly Wisdom: Let it go. Can’t clean anything because you’re in too much pain? Just don’t worry about it. Soon enough you’ll be not pregnant and feeling better and then you will be cleaning for the rest of your life. It’s not worth stressing over right now.
Milestones: Third Trimester! Whee!
Whew!
Smushy woke up with no fever! Yay, right? But no, she is juuuust well enough to be completely disagreeable. She only wants yogurt and screams if I even make something different for myself. It took forever to get her down for a nap (with kicking and screaming) and she was coughing a bit, so I know it wasn’t very restful. Plus it was only 2 hours, which would be fine if she weren’t so cranky all day. Add on some stuck poops and we have both been miserable. I find myself feeling really bad for her one minute and really annoyed with her the next.
Mr. Silly is working late tonight and won’t be home for another hour and a half. He did come home for lunch and dinner though, so at least we got to see him a little. But that meant I was running around right before he got home both times trying to get meals done so he could eat quickly since he didn’t have a lot of time. Not a big deal, but I’ve been really contraction-y today and probably should try to stay off my (very very swollen) feet. Plus I asked him TWICE about his schedule on Wednesday because I have to go grocery shopping and TWICE he told me it was fine but then OhRightIForgot he has this thing that completely throws a wrench in my plans. This has happened for the past 3 weeks every time I have plans. I am getting pissed. I mean, I know it’s not his fault. But I don’t care. He is the only person I can get mad at and so take it out on him I shall! Grrrr!
My living room looks like HELL because I can’t bend over so well and my back starts screaming at me 2 seconds after I start trying to clean. I’ve asked Mr. Silly to handle it, but he just won’t. I don’t know why since he has no problem cleaning in general and has picked up the slack a TON. It’s just weird and annoying since it really looks like shit. Driving me absolutely crazy. So much so that I’ve actually started trying to clean it, but OMG pain. Suck it.
AND AND AND! We were charged some bogus charge and then refunded the wrong amount on our checking account. It was only 9 cents different, so we’re not fighting it, but we do have to go through the whole blah blah boring crap and it’s stupid. We’re planning on switching our checking account from that bank soon anyway, and this just cements that decision.
Plus, no one has told this child there is NO OPENING NEXT TO MY BELLYBUTTON from which to escape and he is trying to kill me. All the lotioning in the world does not seem to help this. I can not get him to pick a different position and my skin is stretched to the limit. Driving me batty!!
I’m just having one of those days.
I was never given a baby shower when I was pregnant with Smushy. I didn’t really have any close friends in Texas who would have one for me and my family lived in another state. I was always really sad about it since it took us so long to get her and I felt like I was missing out on an important part of being pregnant. I just assumed I wouldn’t get one this time because it’s baby number 2 and, in truth, we didn’t really need any baby stuff.
A group of my online mommy friends were planning on having a Valentine party yesterday and I when I got there, I found it was actually a surprise baby shower for me! Crazy! I was completely shocked. My friend did an excellent job of keeping it from me. She even managed to get me to choose my own cake without me realizing a thing. I think I just really am that dense, though there wasn’t any reason for me to think it was anything but a Valentine party.
The kids had a blast running around like crazy. The grown-ups had fun playing pin the pacifier on the baby and chatting. I got a few (adorable) baby gifts and even a necklace for me! Yeah, I still want to cry a little just thinking about it.
After the party, my friend and I traded entirely huge bags of baby clothes, my girl stuff for her boy stuff. She’s having a girl in July (incidentally, due the same day I was due with Smushy). We also traded pink for blue bumbo seats (seriously, could this not be more perfect??). I spent all day washing boy clothes and separating them into sizes. I will not need to buy clothes until he is 3. There are really THAT many. Plus! My friend is a car seat tech, so she installed the car seat for me. Not that I couldn’t, but why not make sure it’s 100% safe? And now that’s one more thing to cross off the list.
I can’t share too many pics since a lot are of the other party-goers and their kids and I don’t do that, but here are a few:
I will share his name when he is born, don’t worry.
Me pinning the pacifier on the baby
Mr. Silly got in on the fun too! (Forced would probably be a better word for it.)
Smushy eating a yummy cupcake.
Mommy and Daddy
Presents! A cute personalized hooded towel sent by one of the mom’s who couldn’t be there (because she had her little boy a little early). I am seriously just blown away by these women.
Adorable sleepers.
Spoiled sport. Sadly, I was just messing around with my camera and didn’t even NOTICE he was flipping me off. I was just testing my focus.
And really? Why does my kid always have to cry in the group photo? She LOVED playing with the other kids. No so much a fan of the picture process I guess. That and a 30 minute nap.
The ONLY sucky thing about the whole day was Smushy getting sick right before we left. She spiked a temp and was sniffly on the way home. I felt AWFUL about her being around other kids when she was sick. I mean, obviously I didn’t know she was since she she hadn’t been sick. I figured she was acting fussier than usual because of the short nap. So far (banging frantically on wood) it doesn’t seem to be *too* bad. Just a fever and she’s a little snugglier than normal. She did sound a little raspy while she was napping today, but once she was upright, it stopped. I hope this is short lived and I don’t catch it. And I really, really hope the other kids and parents don’t catch it either. God, I feel terrible. I just never wanted to be the one who brings her sick kid out and exposes other people and now I am.
In conclusion, I suck and I have awesome friends.
How far along? 35 weeks
Total weight gain: Down 1 lb from last week, so up 8 lbs total. I knew I hadn’t really gained so much last time and it really was the big breakfast.
Maternity clothes? Yes. Still. Forever.
Sleep: I pretty much require a daily nap just to make it to the evening. Thankfully, Smush has been accommodating and taking long naps herself. It still completely sucks to roll over and get up 10 million times to pee, but in between the nightly bathroom visits, I sleep pretty well.
Food cravings: Still a boring question. I still like sweets sometimes and blah blah nothing is amazing.
Best moment this week: No idea.
Movement: He is wigging out right now as I type. It’s because I fed him.
Gender: Boy. (Still.) Also boring question. (Still.)
Labor Signs: Nothing much. I’m still totally freaked that my water is going to break for no good reason any minute now. I wonder if that’s just a normal pregnancy thing since I have no reason to believe it will.
Belly Button in or out? Out
What I miss: Being able to roll over or get up or anything without pain
What I am looking forward to: Nothing really. Just chugging along
Weekly Wisdom: Be thoughtful of how you move. One sudden movement and you might cry from the suckage.
Milestones: Third Trimester! Whee!
At my appointment today, my doc told me she thinks he’ll be between 8 and 9 pounds on delivery day. And that day is over 2 weeks earlier than 8lb Smushy came out. Holy. Shit. I believe her though. This kid is seriously powerful. His newest trick is bruising me from the inside out on a nightly basis. It is insane.