Yesterday we took the hospital tour. Better late than never, eh? It was useful, I guess. This all still seems completely surreal. At this point, I can easier believe being pregnant forever than having a BABY. That I PUSH OUT. I mean, does that make any sense to you? No. The tour lady told Dh & I that we'd be back before we know it.
Baby Girl keeps dropping more and more. I am to the point where my belly just rests on my thighs when I sit down. LOTS of space between my boobs and my belly now. She was doing jumping jacks or something last night. Less movement, my butt. Today she is pretty chill, probably tired from her aerobic exercise last night.
My sleep pattern is beginning to resemble GFF's baby's. Ha ha I slept from midnight to 6 am, organized the baby's room some more, ate breakfast, then slept from 8:30 to 11. Today I've done laundry and dishes. I made cookies for tonight (we are hanging out with the Trents).
I spent an hour chatting with my mom. I got only mildly frustrated when she gave me a LOT of unsolicited advice. "You shouldn't have the baby in your room." "You should be taking those pills I sent you." "You might be fine this week, but next week you are not going to want to move, so I should come out early." Sigh. No, no, and NO. But thank you. We are going to have the baby in our room for a few weeks at least. And I am not taking those pills because I think they're a bunch of hooey. And you are not flying out early.
I did convince her to get a rental car when she comes (she wanted me to ask Rainbow to pick her up from the airport....). And I convinced her that M-i-l is not so insanely anxious to see the baby that she would be willing to share an air mattress with my mother. I told her to leave her Bollywood films at home. Oh, I just have to laugh. My mom is...eccentric.
Sister B is moving in a month to a town 45 minutes south. To a nice big house, 2,000 square feet, with 4 bedrooms and 2.5 bathrooms. Dang, I wish I had a rich uncle in NYC whose estate was so large that even after splitting it up among the other cousins I had enough for a down payment on a house! I have all the wrong relatives. Ha ha I'm KIDDING. I LOVE my relatives. I have an uncle who grows shrooms! You can't beat that!
5 comments:
If it makes you feel better, we have all the wrong relatives also.
And Bollywood movies? Seriously?
Reading this post reminded me when I was that pregnant and I couldn't even sort of imagine having a baby and not being pregnant anymore. But I could totally imagine being prenant forever.
But just you wait, you're baby will be here soon. And you will be like me and won't even sort of remember what 40 week pregnant felt like.
(Oh, and I am still a little afraid to sleep on my belly. Odd, no?)
I like Bollywood films. On one miraculous day, Baby Troy memorized an entire song from one and I hadn't even realized that he was in the room.
Oh man, I am SO excited to come see you. Please Please PLEASE tell me if I'm inconveniencing you in any way while I'm there. Good luck kiddo!
heehee!! you gotta love eccentric moms... they make your readers smile, anyway :)
You are SO close, and like Isabel said, pretty soon you'll be forgetting what 40 weeks pregnant feels like.
And I still don't understand how in the world I PUSHED out my baby. Like that totally blows my mind!!! Our bodies are amazing.
oh, I get it!! from the eccentric mom (mine tends more out-dated than eccentric, but from your post, they sound scarily similar), to the jumping jacks to the concept of (gulp) pushing out an entire baby.
Soon!
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