Well, I suppose now that I'm done at work and will be at home more, the high demand for more frequent blog updates will be unignorable. (No, that's not a word. Totally made it up.) I cannot disappoint my fans. By the way, shout out to those of you who read this without me knowing: Hi Nana! Hope Papa is recovering quickly!
Yep, I caved. I couldn't cut it. I didn't reach the goal of staying at work until March 31. Seriously, I am disappointed. I'd rather have more time with the baby before I return to work than while he or she is still hiding out. Plus I know that plenty of women manage to work right up until they go into labour, so I feel a little like a weakling for only making it to 36 weeks. But what can I say, several different things came up all at once that pointed us toward the decision to leave work earlier than planned. It's probably for the best. Of course it is. Convincing, no?
I gotta say, my feet really have been a sight to behold. For those of you that have not seen them at their largest, consider yourself lucky. I felt a bit like a freak of nature. I made people's eyes bug out at the sight. Including the women in my prenatal class who surely have heard of this condition, other Mom's who surely have felt worse than I have at this stage, and even a pharmacist who surely sees all sorts of nastiness. We went to inquire about compression socks, and the pharmacist was talking to us about the ones that she uses herself for vericose veins. At one point I lifted my pant legs to show her how bad they were, and she looked a little stunned before she recovered and advised us that I would need much stronger socks than hers and would require a prescription. My feet actually have behaved themselves pretty well over the last few days. They sure plumped up on Friday, the day we drove down to the coast - not surprising since sitting is the worst position for it. But after that it wasn't so bad - hopefully it will stay that way now that I'm settled back at home, feet up as much as possible. Ray's been awesome with the foot massages. Kelly even gave me one too, despite some serious rankness. She ran off to wash her hands immediately afterwards. What a trooper.
Speaking of Kelly... girl knows how to throw a very last minute baby shower like nobody's business. Ray and I went to Ladner to surprise my Mom and Dad, just for the heck of it (and maybe as a bit of a last hurrah in the impulsive travel department) in time for Easter. We pulled it off perfectly - Mom's face was priceless and I got the tightest hug ever. She might even have misted just a little. Perfection! Little did I know that while I was tickled with the success of that surprise, another one was brewing behind my back. Kelly only found out that I was coming to town on Thursday night, and by Sunday afternoon she and her cohorts had managed to lure guests (on Easter Sunday and with hardly any notice, no less), bake a cake decorated like a baby bottle, prep shower games, find time to shop and spoil us, hide all of this from Ray, stop Dad from nearly spilling the beans, and keep me 100% oblivious until the big reveal. WOW. I had been enjoying what I thought was a quiet weekend family visit, completely clueless that whenever I left a room someone else was jumping to action or taking a phone call making arrangements. I don't know how they managed to keep it a surprise, but they did. Thank you everyone!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Smooth Sailing
Well, we had another appointment with the doc on Friday. All is still going well, he had reviewed the ultrasound and everything's hunky dory there. There was a resident doctor shadowing my doctor that day, so when it came to certain things they did it twice - first the resident, then my doctor. When they were feeling around my belly to determine the baby's position, it was very weird. It was like my abdomen was play doh and they were just smooshing it around this way and that and when they were done somehow they knew that the baby's rump was way up top, head was way down low, back was along my left side and limbs to my right side. I have no idea how they did that. My weight was checked again and I don't know how it's possible that I only gained one pound with all of this Easter chocolate surrounding me. Maybe it was a little off because I was wearing sneakers instead of the usual boots I had through the weekend, but still - last weekend I was a bad girl with the mini-eggs, let me tell ya. This weekend is shaping up similarly. I figure if I limit it to the weekends that's better than every day - right?
Thought it was time for another photo shoot. Can hardly believe it's been 4 weeks since the last one. I feel ginormous, but people keep telling me I look small for how far along I am. I can still wear those same fat jeans, with the waist hanging really low below my belly, but it's getting more uncomfortable. It's not bad when I'm standing, walking, or lying down, but sitting is less than comfy. Wore the same shirt as last time for the photos, thought it might show growth better for those of you who don't get to see "us" in person.
Caught the cold I was so hoping to avoid, but really it was inevitable with Ray plus three people at work spreading their germs around. I tried the power of positive thinking thing, repeating my mantra "I am healthy, my immune system is at its peak" over and over. They say that a woman's immune system really is at its peak during pregnancy, as if the body knows it's all the more important to stave off those germs and protect both people. But alas, here I am, sniffling away, bit of a cough. It's not too bad right now, but it sure keeps me up at night, and sleep was already getting to be an issue. I even started wondering if I'll make it through March 31 at work. Sigh. But I should really shut up with the complaining if this is the worst of what ails me. I still feel like things are going smoothly - the doctor even said I was having a text book great pregnancy... woohoo!
On my mind: What happens if my water breaks while I'm in bed or on the couch or on the carpet? Surely there aren't enough cleaning agents in the world to make that ok. I think I might spend the last couple of weeks of my pregnancy on the kitchen tile. Yep. Eat drink and sleep there. It's the only way.
Thought it was time for another photo shoot. Can hardly believe it's been 4 weeks since the last one. I feel ginormous, but people keep telling me I look small for how far along I am. I can still wear those same fat jeans, with the waist hanging really low below my belly, but it's getting more uncomfortable. It's not bad when I'm standing, walking, or lying down, but sitting is less than comfy. Wore the same shirt as last time for the photos, thought it might show growth better for those of you who don't get to see "us" in person.
Caught the cold I was so hoping to avoid, but really it was inevitable with Ray plus three people at work spreading their germs around. I tried the power of positive thinking thing, repeating my mantra "I am healthy, my immune system is at its peak" over and over. They say that a woman's immune system really is at its peak during pregnancy, as if the body knows it's all the more important to stave off those germs and protect both people. But alas, here I am, sniffling away, bit of a cough. It's not too bad right now, but it sure keeps me up at night, and sleep was already getting to be an issue. I even started wondering if I'll make it through March 31 at work. Sigh. But I should really shut up with the complaining if this is the worst of what ails me. I still feel like things are going smoothly - the doctor even said I was having a text book great pregnancy... woohoo!
On my mind: What happens if my water breaks while I'm in bed or on the couch or on the carpet? Surely there aren't enough cleaning agents in the world to make that ok. I think I might spend the last couple of weeks of my pregnancy on the kitchen tile. Yep. Eat drink and sleep there. It's the only way.
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