Well, I’m 1cm and 70% effaced. Cool. He’s measuring 36 weeks and about 6lbs. Cooler. His umbilical cord is down between his legs, and, as he’s running out of room fast, he can’t get wrapped up in it too badly. Great! We didn’t have to drive to see his friends cause one of the girls decided to get all “Dallas” on him and share that ’she’d fucked up her 1st marriage with infidelity’. I think she was having delusions of grandeur. Anyway, he got irritated cause he’d just wanted to have lunch and was a bit tactless in his response. Lunch, canceled. Awesome. We donated some stuff to Goodwill today, exchanged some things that we’d been given multiples of. So, all in all, I think it was an excellent day!

I had an appointment on Tuesday. Everything’s fine, his FHR was 144, he’s still head down, she took me off call as of Monday, the 16th, so I’m clear there. He measured exactly 33.5 weeks. How cool is that?

I was so tired today, it showed. I just didn’t feel good. So, I found someone to cover the rest of my shift, and I came home early. I fully intend to eat some pasta, catch up on my TiVo, and go to bed early.

Upon returning home from work, once everything returns to normal, Mockhawk thinks he will play hide and seek with his kids. After playing hide and seek he will do 10 minutes of craft with T and then 10 minutes of smooth talking playing with J.

I’m thankful for an easy pregnancy. I’m thankful for my husband and family. I’m thankful for and absolutely blown away by our friends and family’s generosity. I’m thankful for my beautiful baby boy that moves and reassures his neurotic mama every hour, just like he’s supposed to. I’m thankful for my job. My life could be so much worse. I could be struggling so much more than I am. I’m kind of ashamed that I’ve been whining so much. I don’t deserve nearly what I’ve got. But I sure am grateful.

Wow. That’s all I can say. We’ve been so amazingly blessed with wonderful family and friends who love us. I’ve sort of been down in the dumps lately cause of all the work troubles and money worry and such. We don’t have it that bad. We have it great, really. I have a job, YCU has 2 jobs, I’m so proud of him for trying so hard and doing so well with all this stress. I’m so touched that everyone thinks that much of us and our baby!! My mom, aunt, and grandparents all chipped in and bought my stroller/carseat combo and an extra base for the other car. (I was really afraid I wouldn’t get that, and would have to figure out where the money was going to come from just so I could take him home! You have to prove you have a carseat and that it’s installed properly before you can take the baby home.) Someone told me that I wouldn’t get everything I wanted, but I would get everything I needed. They were only half right. We got everything we needed and everything we wanted!! I know a couple that has a new baby and didn’t even have one shower or anything given to them. We’ve had everything given to us. It makes me want to give them some of the beautiful things I’ve been given, just to help them out. I’m just so grateful. (And the MIL didn’t show, call, write, say kiss my butt, or anything. *contented sigh*)

That’s what I have! My baby shower at work was amazing!! I got a lot of gift cards and clothes, and the doctors all chipped in and bought me a bassinet!!! Even the ones that drive me insane. Here I thought they hated me! How sweet! One of the girls remembered that I liked her baby’s portable hanging chair and bought me one. I got so many gift cards I was able to buy a changing table, diapers in all sizes, wipes, one of those bumbo chairs, and a changing table mattress. We brought home 2 truckloads today! I didn’t think they liked me that much. Now I gotta get thank you notes. I can’t believe all the stuff I got. Hand-stitched quilt, monogrammed blankets, clothes, you name it. They thought of stuff I didn’t think of. Course, they would, since they’ve done this before. Pics to follow.

Update: This morning, he woke me up at 4am to see all the stuff he’d put together in the nursery. He stayed up all night doing it. I now have my dream nursery. He’s wonderful. He drives me crazy some days, but truthfully, I couldn’t have picked a better one. I’m so proud of him.

Last night I picked up New Moon and started to re-read. You know, in honor of the new movie coming out. Now. I’ve read this before. I got to the part where Edward leaves Bella and started crying!! I’d like to think this is just pregnancy emotions coming out, and that it won’t happen again, but I’m not sure. I still can’t believe this. I used to pick on Mom so bad for crying at the end of Sense and Sensibility. Every time. I was reading and realized that Stephanie (Meyer) totally described how I would feel if the YCU ever left me, like I was being punched in the gut and run over by a large herd of antelope, and *sniffle, sniffle, SOOOOOOOBBBBBB!*. I guess he’s really my Edward. He may not be perfect, but he’s perfect for me, right? (See? See? Sap.)

In other news, tea really is good for heartburn. I only had it for a little bit last night, and it resolved itself. I was able to get back to sleep and everything.

That’s what I should have named this blog. Anyway. I gotta get together a go-bag for the hospital stay. Clothes for me, clothes for the Jumping Bean, Diapers, wipes (for the trip home, in case we have to stop anywhere), toiletries in miniature(?), hairbrush, blow dryer (I’m not buying a new one, will just have to try to remember on the way, otherwise will be using the drip-dry method), house shoes (I never wear them at home, but seriously? You don’t want to walk around a hospital in bare feet or even just socks. And you look really stupid wearing your tennies with your bathrobe.) pj’s, and I don’t even know what all else. Pads! Will be needing those, no? And don’t I need to pack the boppy and diaper bag? Hand sanitizer for when the family comes to call? I’m never going anywhere again that it won’t look like I’m moving.

In other news, the house is swept, mopped, dusted, guest bathroom cleaned (courtesy of the roommate), I just need to vacuum, and get the rest of the clothes put away and hung up. I feel soooo much better with a clean house. This is going to cause a problem postpartum, isn’t it. Hmmm. Mom and Aunt are coming for a week (combined, not consecutive, although that doesn’t sound half bad now you mention it) so hopefully it won’t be too bad for a little bit. Oh sleep, wherefore art thou? Maybe I’m practicing for later, ya think?

haha, i had to double take the hook on this one. completely misplaced.

and didn’t he record “my life” already? jesus game, i’m smelling a huge flop of ‘your most lyrical album’ yet.

download:

game – better days

-grizzly

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…was awesome!!! I got sooo much stuff. My family is great. My dad gave me so much. My SIL gave me a huge bag full of clothes (hand-me-downs from my nephew), and I more fun going through that. I got lots of cute clothes, boppy pillow, diaper bag (which, incidentally, is the same as my SIL’s), Dad and New One gave me a beautiful embroidered blanket, and a bumper pad set with extra crib sheets. I got lots of onesies and receiving blankets, rattles, socks, just everything. I’m so excited!! I’ve got 2 more in the next few weeks. I’m having so much fun.

My offspring apparently thinks it’s funny to drop-kick my bladder. I’m perfectly still, and he’s doing somersaults. He’s using my ribs for monkey bars, I’m convinced of it. Just this week, it’s gotten hard to bend over! It’s getting quite amusing. The people at work are fascinated with my belly. I think I’ll call it Belly Watch ‘09. Soon they’ll start a pool to see when I deliver.

Well, I didn’t get the job, because they’d closed the interviews. But all is not lost. They’re doing a lot of re-structuring in the next year or so, so maybe I can apply for board-runner(charge nurse) or coordinator for some other service. Today is my 1st baby shower, so I’ll be leaving to go to that soon! I’ll update with pictures later. I’m officially vaccinated for the flu and H1N1. It was that or have to wear a mask at all times (while I’m at work) for the next 6 months. I can’t breathe unless the temperature’s cool in those masks, so no. I’ll just get the shot. Just working and watching my belly dance! Yes, he’s all over the place. People at work are fascinated by my belly. I don’t mind if people touch my belly, just please ask me first! I wanted to go hose off in bleach after one of the doctors touched me one day. No news on the Jackass Dr that hollered at me. They may not be allowed to tell me, but as I am directly involved, I wish they would. YCU found a job working nights, but it may work out that I won’t have to rely on the SIL as much as I thought. She’s great. If anything ever happens between my brother and her, I’m keeping her and sending him back to Costa Rica (where she’s from)! She totally makes up for my MIL who’s just crazy. The job he found doesn’t make much money, but it’ll take care of his child support and help out a little bit, and I can take call and work a little extra here and there to make up the difference. So, in other words, I’m feeling better about our financial state. I’m surprisingly not as stressed out this week. I think it was just a culmination of everything at once that was making me neurotic. Yes, I’m much more zen this week. I’ll take that.

That’s how long we spent in the car today driving back and forth to YCU’s hometown to show the state of TN what idiots they were. We had paperwork proving that checks had been sent in and cashed for the child support, but apparently, the state needs the interest it collects from sitting on child support checks, cause they’ve not forwarded it on to EB. So she bitched, cause that’s what she does. She tried to complain that YCU’d taken a lower paying job so he wouldn’t have to pay her as much and the guy looked at her and said “So? He’s paying you, isn’t he?” Yes. That was a wonderful, heartwarming, in-your-face moment. And I sat there reveling in it! She’s convinced that YCU is holding out money on her. She doesn’t understand that she gets what she gets and that’s it. I can work all the extra hours and make all the money I want to finance our lifestyle, and she doesn’t get any of it. Cause it’s MINE!! All of it! Well, it’s ours, but you know what I mean. I wish the whole eastern end of TN would just fall off the map and take her with it. I truly feel that’s the only way we’ll never have to see the man-bear-pig again.

Oh, and my dr’s appointment yesterday went very smoothly. Very little swelling in my feet, bp was good, and he’s pointed head down, for now. We all know how that goes. I just hope he’s OA when the big event occurs. The poor girls who’s babies are OP end up pushing for forever. Oh, Occiput Anterior is when the back of baby’s head is pointed toward your belly, not your booty. OP is the reverse. OA is the primo position for baby to be in during delivery. But Dr. M said everything was perfect, so far. At least something is, right?

I’ve never in my life known the countdown to Christmas this early. In case you didn’t know, there’s 10.5 weeks left of the shopping season. In 10.5 weeks, I’ll be a mom. (I’m a little scared/intimidated/apprehensive.) I’ve told everyone that as far as the shopping season goes this year, I’m gonna be fat, tired, and out of breath. Sooo, everyone gets to hold a baby while I sing “Away in a Manger.” Last year, everyone got to come to my house and flush the toilet while I sang “Jingle Bells!” I think this year’s gift is an improvement over last year’s, don’t you?

I’m starting to get nervous. Something’s gonna happen. Another couple we know just gave birth to a baby girl, and I predicted before she ever went to the hospital that she’d have to have a C-section. I predicted that another couple would have a girl. So, I’m nervous. It’s just going too well, ya know?

In other news, we’re going to my husband’s hometown for a court date with his EB over the child support. Again. He got a summons for “non-payment of child/medical support.” Well, he’s got receipts and check stubs contradicting that, and the state of TN’s child support website shows he’s been paying extra to catch up. And, she’s cashed some of the checks. So she can kiss our collective asses. That summons made him sound like a criminal. I just don’t want to go and announce that I’m pregnant. The first thing she’ll do is get on the phone to my stepson and ask ‘So, what do you think about having a new little brother?’ I don’t need that. He doesn’t need to know yet, at least not before my husband talks to him and my MIL first. I want the ground rules set before he gets here, ya know? Probably stupid, and over controlling, but I just want FB to have as little contact with my MIL and stepson as possible. The whole thing is giving me goosebumps. Along with almost making me physically sick. I can’t wait till the child support’s finished and we never have to deal with any of them ever again. (My husband’s words, not mine, but I fully support the sentiment.)