If you don’t follow Big Mama’s blog you need to read today’s post. She gives such a great perspective on waiting for Mr. (or Mrs.) Right…or whatever else you may be waiting on in this season of your life. Check out what she wrote here.
Had you asked me last month, I would’ve told you we’d for sure have our baby by now.
Yesterday marked 38 weeks! I am trying to be positive here and count my blessings:
-I can still walk
-I’m still able to work
-I still had enough energy to clean the house this past weekend (not only did I fold last week’s laundry…I went the extra mile and folded this week’s too!)
Nevertheless, we are more anxious than ever to meet our baby boy!
No, those are not flowers of joy. Those are pity flowers. And proof that I really DO have the best husband ever! And to further validate that point, here is why:
He fought through torrential rainpour and flooding (doesn’t that sound very chivalrous-like?) to secure the beautiful bouquet. Maybe he was soaking wet when he got home. Maybe his truck almost stalled going down our street (Why do we have this flooding problem?? Remember last time?). Yet, he pressed on.
AND THEN, to top it all…he went ahead and made the grilled chicken I’d planned on for dinner tonight. In the pouring rain.
Somebody get this guy a medal of honor!!!!!! I love you, Seth!
So now we wait. And pray and hope that next week’s appointment gives us some good news to share. Dr. R said he would tell me I was 50% effaced “if I wanted”. NO! I don’t want pity effacement – I want the real deal!
Boy is that a sentence you never thought you’d read on my blog.
If there still isn’t any significant progress next week, we will go ahead and schedule an induction as our Plan B. Hopefully it won’t come to that but I don’t think any of you want to see me hit 41 weeks either.
In other news…candy corn. I felt like I should take the following picture to measure my progress:
It’s a little depressing that my husband doesn’t eat candy. So anytime I put out any sort of candy bowl, I’m the one who ends up eating it. I thought maybe it would keep me a tad accountable if I posted a picture of the candy corn-ed pumpkin each week so we can all monitor (in horror) the emptying of the jar. It was filled to the top last weekend. And I think it’s only fair to point out that the mellowcreme pumpkins take up a little more room than the actual candy corn.
As I walked through Dillards the other day, I noticed this horrific display. At first I tried to figure out if I’d accidentally stepped into a time machine. Then I realized, no…neon striped and plaid really are coming back. This is where I put my foot down. I know it’s hard to tell from the picture but they had an array of hideous neon clothing with tacky jewelry and belts. All that was missing was an invitation to the 1984 homecoming dance.
I think I probably told y’all I wasn’t going to pick up any extra TV shows this fall. Or if I didn’t say that, I know I’ve talked about giving up a few.
So far we’re failing miserably.
How AWESOME is Glee?! I’ve only seen the pilot episode and this show is so funny! This could even become one of my more favorite shows.
I know. Even after a fantastic Grey’s season premiere last night…2 episodes of The Office that have proved this season won’t disappoint…and Desperate Housewives starting this Sunday…
I think Glee has the potential to top them all.
This clip is from last night’s episode (I think). I’ve got the rest of the day to catch up on the other 3 episodes I’ve missed and I hope my opinion doesn’t change. I should’ve paid more attention to the reviews about this show!
Happy Friday people. I’m off to get a prenatal massage. Here’s hoping it puts me into labor.
(I know…I remember what I said the other day about getting hopes up. But I can dream, right?)
It won’t stop. It keeps getting bigger! I know many women embrace their pregnant belly. I do not. Have I told you yet that I can’t wait to get back to normal??? I thought so.
No, Jake wasn’t born. Breathe in, breathe out! This is little Lexi who we got to meet last Tuesday. I feel bad she hasn’t got a blog mention yet so here you go. Adorable. Lots of hair and I’m almost convinced Georgia touched up her lipstick for this picture.
I feel like we need to go ahead and get a picture of Lexi and Jake together ASAP. Just in case they ever got married. Because how cute would that be for the wedding slideshow?! We could say “we always knew”. But I feel like I need to go ahead and get Jake’s picture with many other of our friend’s children just in case as well. So we can cover our butts and say “we always knew” with them too. You can never be too prepared for those weddings!
I came up with the top 3 things you DON’T want your doctor to tell you at your 37 week appointment…
1) Well, looks like your baby isn’t anxious to come out anytime soon!
2) No dilation, no effacement, no nuthin’
3) Let’s go ahead and send you over to the hospital to get that heart rate monitored!
As you can see, it was a semi-eventful day. Jake was being uber-lazy and let his HR get a little low. They weren’t really that concerned but wanted me to be monitored for about an hour to make sure his heart was doing what it was supposed to. So we had a FUN little experience with triage, hospital beds, and the general unconcern of the nurse’s station with your situation. At least Bernie Mac was on TV!
All in all, everything was fine. My doctor was just being cautious but I won’t lie and tell you that I sortakinda thought a few times, “THIS IS IT! THEY ARE TAKING HIM TODAY!”
Let me tell you about a little lesson I’ve learned in getting your hopes up.
But since he did say Jake was in there “pretty good”, he told us to start thinking about the possibility of an induction. Lots of things to think about…and still a couple weeks off. But it’s just crazy we’re nearing the end no matter what! And a bonus from today’s events…we get another ultrasound next week! Hooray!
I know you really want some pictures. It’s getting harder and harder to see that much of him (have the u/s machines heard of “zoom out”??) but we still got some shots of his face. And in case any of you were wondering whether this truly was Seth’s child…
…wonder no more!
Yes, clearly he has Seth’s nose. And chin. Seth says he gets his “fat cheeks” from me. Gee, thanks! I keep trying to picture Seth’s head on a little baby’s body. Because I think that’s what we might have, folks. Unless Jake comes out with red hair or something. Which will be weird. And creepy.
Here’s another picture from the front
He was weighing in at an estimated 6 lbs 4 oz (give or take a pound…most likely “take” since she said his long legs were skewing the weight estimate). His feet are approx 3 inches long (the size of a newborn’s) and he has a skinny waist.
Again, Seth’s child.
So there you have it. Since I was kinda reassured there probably won’t be a baby this week, I did get out the decor tonight. So much for worrying about bringing home the baby to a house that wasn’t ready for fall!
I hate to say it. I really do. But I just don’t know if I’ll ever be one of those people where my friends and family look back and say, “You know…she was such a trooper! She never complained. You would’ve never known she was in such pain.”
But it’s good to have goals, right?
So now that’s out of the way…I’ll say it. I feel like poop. This week was such a huge difference from last week. I came home from work and laid on the couch. I had a terrible headache almost all day, every day. Half the time I feel like a child is about to fall out of me and the other half I feel like someone’s hitting my lower back with a sledgehammer.
Pregnancy is a wonderful beautiful thing!
So that’s all I’ll say about that. And as much as I’d like to deny it, I’m sure next week will be even more pleasant. That is why I am making Seth get down my fall decorations this weekend because Lord knows I won’t have the energy to hang my fall wreath in a few more days. This is also why I bought my month-long supply of candy corn and mellowcreme pumpkins today. Could there be a candy that tastes any better??? And I promise, I bought them all in the name of decor. I’d never eat 2 whole bags of orange, yellow, & white corned sugar all by my lonesome. Nope, not me!
I plan on taking a warm bath, reading my book, and going to bed early. Gosh, when did Friday nights get so FUN?!
I feel like all I do these days is make lists. Lists of things I need. Lists of things to do. Lists to find those other lists I’ve already made.
Clearly, I’m going crazy.
As an example, do you know how many pieces of paper around our house and my office probably say things like:
-confirm _____ (this could be any number of things)
-returns to BRU
-find list of things I need
-remember why I need to call Seth
-wait, don’t buy batteries
and the like.
I am being so redundant it’s not even funny. I have filled out my maternity leave form at work probably 6 times. But I keep having to re-do it because I can’t, for the life of me, find the last one I did.
I literally have to write things down as soon as I think about them or else all hope is lost. I’m even having to go through my email making sure I’ve replied to things (and replied to them correctly) and haven’t let things slip by. For the first time in my life, I’m unsure of whether I’ve turned off my flat iron or the stove or fed the dogs or even have the right day of the week.
This is killing me…Mary, Queen of the Impeccable Memory.
The one thing I’m really really good at is failing me now too.
…maybe I should write a blog about making lists…I don’t think I’ve done that yet…
As in…4 more weeks. 28 more days. 2 paychecks. 4 Sundays at church. One mortgage payment.
Get the picture?
Here we are at 36 weeks:
I went to the doctor today and everything still looks good. My belly is still measuring about 7 weeks behind schedule, which wasn’t a concern to the doctor, but he ordered an ultrasound for next week to double check on things. He said it mostly likely just indicates a small baby. Which we’ve kinda figured all along. But he also said it probably meant a VERY SMART baby too. Like one of those full-ride scholarship to college types. And most likely super athletic. I was also warned he might possibly come out at a 5th grade reading level. Again, it’s always amazing what they can tell by just listening to his heart rate.
If you’re curious about what else is going on inside my belly…
Your baby is gaining about an ounce a day. He now weighs almost 6 pounds (like a crenshaw melon) and is more than 18 1/2 inches long. He’s shedding most of the downy hair that covered his body, as well as the vernix caseosa, the waxy substance that protected his skin during his nine-month amniotic bath. Next week, your baby will be considered full-term.
I am becoming increasingly tired and have even started getting nauseus again. Hooray. But besides getting worn out pretty easily and feeling lots and lots more pressure (is that a foot trying to sneak out??), I am still going strong! People keep asking me when I’ll stop working. I will be there until this baby comes! No use wasting any of my maternity leave now.
We pretty much have everything we need, our bags are packed, and now we are just waiting. Maybe for 4 weeks, maybe for 5 (die, die, die!!!!), maybe only for 2??
If you know me at all, you know I hate surprises. Absolutely hate them. And that is probably one of the most frustrating things of this pregnancy! If only I could know the exact time and date that Jacob will arrive!! That would really help me out, ya know?? I should probably embrace this but…that might be asking too much at this point. I cannot wait to be able to sleep on my stomach, take a HOT bath, bend down without it hurting, and drink caffeine without feeling guilty.
Is that too much to ask??
p.s. Today also marks one month until my birthday. Yes, I celebrate these kinds of things.
You need to read this story.
Yes, I cried.
This is why I love dogs! A cat would’ve never done this.
1. Tell your husband you love him and think of one way to encourage him today!
Marla wrote a great post on her blog about respecting each other, especially our husbands. Check it out. We’re certainly not perfect but it’s a good reminder that the MEN in our lives need encouragement just as much as we do. And that nagging can get old. And become detrimental. As she said, “Some of them don’t even have a clue that they’re being completely disrespectful. Sinful. Some of them are godly women who long to follow hard after Jesus, and don’t for a second make the connection between being obedient to the Lord and showing respect to the guy they married.”
Good things to think about. Good job, Marla! (Do you feel special being “quoted”??)
2. Yes, I’m aware SYTYCD started last night. I am super pumped. Did I get to watch it? Of course not. This week has been crazy busy. And next week looks to be about the same. And the week after. What happened to my RELAXING SEPTEMBER?! Even work has been nuts. I assumed this was the “Hey Mary, lay low and just hide under your desk” period of my pregnancy. Makes sense to me anyway. Sigh.
3. Our ladies bible study started Beth Moore’s Esther study last night. I already love it. I was almost even a tad disappointed I would miss out on the last half of the DVD’s due to reason #4 below. But at least I have something to keep me occupied during those middle of the night feedings now! She does such an amazing job. I cannot WAIT until she finishes her study on Revelation. Everyone is always so afraid to discuss the last book of the Bible. Lots of different opinions and interpretations. But as Beth said in so many words last night…everything in the Bible is God-breathed and it’s our responsibility to learn it. I agree.
4. Just in case you didn’t realize, I will have a new child in approximately a month. Not a 26 year old one. Or another 4-legged one. But a real, honest-to-goodness, CHILD.
That’s all I got today, folks!