It's a Rainy Saturday

So, as my pregnancy dwindles down I thought I should put up a few comedic stories to share with everyone (while I still remember them!)

So here's one for today... I'll put more up each day as they come to me!

THE RED JUICE

One night, as Dean and I were getting into bed, I asked him if he would get me a drink. The loving husband that he is replied of course he would, and asked what I wanted. I replied Hawaiian Punch, and waited patiently. 

Now a small bit of background information. The bed that I was waiting patiently in at the time had a reversible comforter... brown on one side, white on the other. We typically slept with the brown side up, but for some reason this night, the white side was up.

Dean comes back and hands me a mug full of the Hawaiian Punch I had asked for. 

Immediately, I begin to cry. Not just cry, but ugly girl sob.

"What's wrong?!" Dean asked.

"Thhhee juicccccceeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!"

*Confused questionable look from Dean*

"It's REDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

(Mind you, I knew when I asked for it that the juice would be red...)

*Even more confused look from Dean*

"I... havvvveeee... reddddd... juicccccceeeee... in... our... whiteeee... bed!!!"

*sob sob sob sob sob*

Dean nervously laughs and tells me it's ok

"Youuuu thinkkkk I'm crazzzzzzyyyyyyyyyy"

*sob sob sob sob sob*

Dean: "maybe...  just a little bit"

*Dean runs away for fear of being hit*

I continue to sob for quite some time.

For an update from me, and having to do with now...

Yesterday I went and got a pedicure with a wonderful girl I worked with at Ruby's. I definitely needed my feet fixed before they were stuck in the air and in the midwife's face for hours.

Obviously, I went blue for my little boy.

I came home and sat on the front porch while Dean did yard-work, and soon my mother-in-law came by for a visit. 

After going to Pizza Hut for lunch, we all decided we could go for a drive and some ice cream (twist my arm right?)

Cotton candy explosion. One of my favorite flavors. It's cotton candy with mini chocolate chips in it. Planning to come and visit me and the baby (in the hospital OR at home)? Bring me some of this, and I won't mind letting you hold him. 

So once we finished our ice cream, I mentioned something along the lines of, "Let's go walk this baby out!" So we went to Antietam Battlefields. First, we climbed this giant tower that had 70 stairs (I counted), and then proceeded to take a walk around the battlefields that was somewhere close to 1-2 miles, up and down hills.

View from atop the tower.

It was stunning to say the least.

*Warning to those who don't want to hear it... I'm about to get REAL personal. But don't say I didn't warn you. This comes with the territory of being pregnant and about to give birth*

So we come home, and of course, I've been out for a while, so the first thing I have to do is use the bathroom. 

Blood. 

That's right. I said it. Blood. 

Just a small spot on the TP at first, then there was a good bit more about an hour. Enough that it worried me a bit and I called my midwife. 

She called me back right away and after asking me a few questions, she determined it was normal. As long as it didn't pick up to a heavy bleed like a period, there was no concern. BUT she did tell me that if I was concerned enough, she'd be happy to meet me at the hospital and check me out, and monitor it for a few hours. 

I decided that I could very well do the same thing right here at home, without having to be billed for it. 

So I laid back, kicked my feet up, and drank about 4 glasses of water in a two hour period. 

The bleeding has continued about the same amount, I really just notice it when I go to the bathroom, so I'm taking it as my body is getting ready to evict the little parasite that's been living inside me for 10 months, also known as: my adorable son.

Today, I've felt like I'm about to get my period. Like the day before a girl gets her period, she knows it's coming, because there's some minor cramping, the fatigue is downright unbearable, and the GI tract is all "HEY!! We HATE you!! And BECAUSE we hate you, we're going to make you poop ALL DAY LONG!! So take THAT!"

I haven't had any contractions, just some back pain and a little crampy...

I'm told everything I'm feeling and going through is completely normal and a good sign. So maybe baby soon?

One can only hope!

By the way... I told you it was about to get personal! 

Just wait until I write my birth story...

Happy Saturday!

38 Weeks!

This morning, we had our 38 Week doctor appointment/check up.

Since last week...

Nothings changed. Well, a little bit has but not much...

I'm measuring right at 38 weeks (yay!)

I lost about 2 pounds -- 

(sitting on my butt for a week doing nothing but eating and I lose weight?! Mark that one in the record books! DOUBLE YAY!!)

Baby's Heartbeat is normal! (Yay for healthy baby!)

AND that's it!

No cervical check. No contractions, or water leak or break or ANYTHING!

I'm pretty positive we're in this for the long haul.

And that's okay, just getting a little on the... anxious/annoying side?

I like to compare what I'm feeling to taking a plane somewhere...

You are excited to get to your destination, heck, you're even somewhat excited to be 30,000 feet in the air and see the gorgeous sights! But for now, you're in the plane that's been moved to the runway. You have your seat in the complete upright position, and your seatbelt buckled. The flight attendants are sitting in their designated seats and strapped in, and you're waiting. Waiting for the pilot to finally throw on the engines and start moving. You know it's going to happen any minute, but you don't know which minute... you're leaving it all up to one person to start your journey. And the longer you wait, the more you just want to run to the cockpit and tell them to "get a move on!" and that you have places to be! But you can't. Instead, you just sit. And. Wait. 

So yeah. You get the idea. Very comparable to the last few weeks of pregnancy.

So here I am. Anxiously awaiting my little miracle. 

At least pregnancy looks good on me. Or So I like to think...

This is me just whining a lot. Pretty much a waste of a post...

Seriously. Don't read this.

Last warning.

I've been a stay-at-home wife for a week now. I have successfully grocery shopped twice, packed Dean's lunch for work all four days, scrubbed the fridge and microwave, cleaned the laundry room, organized the linen closet in the hall outside our room, and probably eaten more food than I should have.

So, in other words, it's been a somewhat productive few days. 

I still need to work on packing our hospital bag, and writing Thank You notes for the girls at work. 

It definitely stinks feeling like a waste. I'm starting to regret stopping working, because all I can focus on is how long I have until I'm holding my Baby Boy. Time is passing so slow, and too many people remind me almost daily how slow it is going... and what stinks is there is NOTHING I can do about it. 

I keep giving myself little assignments to do daily, so I have something to look forward to doing and accomplishing, but my energy recently has been shot. So I end up sleeping all day, and then feeling like even MORE of a waste because I didn't do anything!

Tomorrow I get to visit a friend, and her newborn baby girl. It's Dean's first of four days off, so he'll be sleeping while I'm gone, and then I have company for four days! 

I know. I'm a loser. 

And I whine a lot. 

And this post was a waste. 

I told you not to read it.

Week 37!

Today I am 37 weeks pregnant. 

Full Term. 

Bring on the labor & delivery!

We had a doctor appointment this morning, and well no new major news...

We found out I tested positive for Group B Strep. Joy. 

I know it's found naturally in women and I did nothing to get it, but I still feel dirty because of it. 

And all that means is they will have to give me a full dose of penicillin every 4 hours of labor through my IV. 

My mid-wife told me it burns going in.

*side eye*

Like I won't be in enough pain at that time anyway...

I still haven't gained any weight. And I was told there is no concern as long as I'm not a vomit comet or poop shoot... neither of which I happen to be.  

Yesterday, Dean and I took our coupons and gift cards and went and bought the rest of the stuff we needed for Baby Dean but didn't have. A Swing, Pack & Play, Bottles, Diaper Genie, Boppy, all in the mix. Today, we finished the nursery. Everything is together, in it's place, washed and ready for Baby Dean to make his arrival. It's definitely a big stress relief. 

There's still a big wall in the nursery that is blank, and I'd like to hang something on it, but if we don't get it, it's not a big deal. We have the major parts. 

All I have left to do is pack the hospital bag, and keep cleaning!!

Baby Dean's future girlfriend was born on Monday. She is the most precious newborn baby in the world (for the time being of course!) Holding her just made me even more excited to be holding my own son so shortly. I really think the waiting is going to be the WORST part of the pregnancy. 

Here's to hoping it goes by quick!

Who knew a Baby Shower could relate to Easter?

Today I had my baby shower at work. 

The love that Dean, Baby Dean and I were shown is simply overwhelming. 

We received SO many goodies like clothes, diapers, blankets, toys, AND our car seat, stroller, and a COACH diaper bag.

The blazer was PACKED full. PACKED.

I cried sobbed the entire way home because I feel SO loved by all these wonderful people. I've only known them for a year now, and they love us SO much they are willing to do as much as they can for us. 

But this isn't limited to the people I work with. 

Our friends and family have helped us SO much already it seriously touches my heart. Just to walk by our nursery and peek in and see all of the amazing things we have because of everyone brings a smile to my face. 

I don't know how I will ever repay or thank everyone enough to make them realize just how much it means to me.

Tomorrow is Easter, and with everything I just said, it intensifies my feelings even more. 

When I woke up this morning, I read this and it really hit me:

"As Easter approaches, be confident today that God wants to do a new thing in your heart. He wants to give you a new beginning"

Even though this is pretty obvious, Dean and I's new beginning started 9 months ago. We can't wait to welcome our son into the world and share with him not only our love and the love of our friends and family, but God's love. 

God's love is so powerful it sends weakness to my knees. To have sent his only son here to earth to be brutally crucified to save us from our sins, is just, overwhelming. I worry that when I sleep and roll the wrong way I may hurt Baby Dean and I start to freak out, but God knew what he was doing. He knew exactly how Jesus' journey would end, and he meant for it to be this way. To save us. US! We as people that don't pay attention to him nearly as much as we should. That don't thank him, and recognize him when that's all we SHOULD be doing. Jesus saved our souls so that we may live for all of eternity, and we need to remember that. Especially this Easter. Forget the candy, and the baskets, and dying eggs. This is typically said at Christmas time, but I think now is just as good a time too...

Remember, the Reason for the Season

Week 36 Update

This morning we had another doctor appointment. 

For being 36 weeks pregnant:

 I still have only gained 23 pounds (haven't gained any weight in a month)

Am right on track with where I should be measuring (IDIOTS!)

Baby is head down and ready to go!

I start seeing my midwives every week now, so that's fun. They didn't check my cervix for effacement or dilation today, but they did give me the "Group B Strep Test"which wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be.

I asked if they had a more exact measurement of baby from my last ultrasound, and I still got the, "average size for 34 weeks!" (which is what I was when I had the ultrasound)...

So everything seems great and normal and super. 

More exciting news! Dean and I got a new car yesterday! We traded in my Scion (*tear* I LOVED that car) and got a Chevy Blazer. The dealership paid off my Scion, and we got a loan for the Blazer, paying less a month than we did, no money down AND on a 3 year term. Our insurance also went down! Holla!

Even though the Blazer will cost us a little more in gas, it's MUCH better for toting around a baby, not to mention just being an all around better family car. 

My last day at work is this coming Sunday (also why I'm not worried about a gas guzzler, Bambi the Blazer will sit and chill unless I have to go to the store or something). I work Friday night, have my baby shower with the girls at work Saturday, then work Sunday and I'm officially done! I'm pretty excited to get off my feet and finish getting everything prepared for the baby, but at the same time, I WILL miss the people I work with. A bunch of them I have become pretty good friends with, and will miss seeing them (at least weekly).

 It's weird to think that while my money making job ends Sunday, my job as a house-wife/stay-at-home-mom/House Manager (as I like to call it) starts Monday. What's even more weird to think is that in a week I will be "Full Term". I will have a child anywhere from now to 5 weeks from now (they won't induce me until I'm two weeks past my due date). As long as that seems, it was a LOT longer at the beginning. 

So I think that's it for this update. I'll let you know more soon!

Yeah... It's been two weeks...

Many apologies that it's been two weeks since writing. 

We have this cat that enjoys chewing on IMPORTANT cords, like the cord to charge our laptop, the cord to charge our phones, the cord to charge PS3 controller.... you get the picture.

So my computer has been dead for two weeks, hence the zero postings. 

BUT! Dean fixed the cord, so we're back on track!

So... what's happened in two weeks?

Well, Dean fixed the pond since the last post. Blue lights are gone he rearranged the top tier where the turtle sits so it looks like it was meant to be this way, etc. I'd take a picture and post it, but its thunder storming, and I don't think I should be out in the lighting with a camera snapping away pictures.

My baby shower was this past Sunday. That was super fun. Lots of people came and showed their love for us, everyone enjoyed themselves; it was a good time. We somehow managed to fit all the gifts in the car to get them home. And then of course once we got home I got a second wind and started playing with the stuff we got. 

Monday, we put everything away, I did all the laundry and, well, the nursery is completely set until my next shower down here with the girls I work with! 

It's crazy to think that tomorrow I will be 35 weeks pregnant. Even though these last few weeks are dragging, this pregnancy has flown by. I've enjoyed every minute of it too. Feeling him move and kick and hiccup... it's amazing to me. Dean says I'm too dramatic sometimes when he moves or gets in a certain position that "hurts" me. I told him he'll never understand how much it hurts depending on where the baby shoves a foot or arm, and it's a beautiful miracle to know that a living human being is growing inside me. Every time he moves it reminds me he's there. I mean, it's not like I could forget, my stomach enters a room 10 minutes before I do, but every time there is movement I feel like he's saying, "Hey Mom!" and that just gives me the giggles. 

There's really not much else going on. I told work my last day would be April 9, so I'm stoked for that day to get here. I love the people I work with, but it's just SO exhausting, especially when we're busy and I physically cannot sit down AT.ALL. 

Ok. So now I promise to update more since I have a working computer.