Monday, October 10, 2011

Maybe That Should Have Been A Secret

Hey Yo's.

Still pregnant.  (Oh, and Laree a note to you, my Dr. moved my due date up a week, cause baby is measuring big, so I'm not quite as early as things seem.  I updated my ticker to show this.)

Every time I take a deep breath, or have a look of concern, Hod is sure I'm in labor.

My contractions are still pretty regular and getting more painful.  But I don't think I'm to the "Next Level Of Pain" I was told I had to be at to go to the hospital.

Baby needs to make up her mind.  This whole, "yeah, I'm going to come so you'll have regular kind of painful contractions for 3 hours, and then when they just start to really hurt, you'll only have one, and then I'll stop" thing totally bugs.  So, now we are disciplining our child for not making up her mind.  This involves 3 things:

1- Often now when Hod gets home from work, he puts baby in time out.  This entails giving me a kiss but ignoring baby for about 10 minutes.  I don't think she notices.

2- After a contraction she tends to kick hard as if to say, "Hey, you're squishing me!  Stop it!"  I have no sympathy.  I normally respond by telling her, "If you'd just come out, you'd have lots more room."

3- We are now calling her Eunice.  Not to offend anyone who may have a loved one by that name, but I don't like it.  We call her Eunice and tell her that when she comes out she can get a pretty name.  But until then, it's Eunice.

Now, I know that I'm still early.  I need to get over it.  I was really doing fine and planning on something close to the end of October/early November.  Then the Dr told me I could go into labor in the next 24 hours.  And I didn't.  Part of me says, "Oh good, baby has more time to cook, and she'll be healthier."  The other part of me says, "I was told that I could be done feeling fat, tired, and sick.  WHY is this still going on!"

Being told that the end is here, and then the end not coming is a total bummer.  Well... unless we were talking about the end of the world, and you had an awesome date with your hubby planned for the day after the world was ending, and then the world didn't end, so you could still go on your awesome date.  That would not be a bummer.

It's strange being a ticking time bomb.  I'm just sitting here waiting for my body to start putting me in extreme pain.  Wow... that sounds hopeful.

But the end will come!  And baby will come!  And she'll get a prettier name than Eunice.  Until then, we keep going!

3 comments:

Alicia Yvonne said...

being a ticking time bomb definitely stinks... i guess i was "lucky" because my water broke so he kind of had to come out lol....

Ricky and Sara Johnson said...

I'm very excited for your baby to come. Except if she comes before your baby shower then where will I stay??

Holly said...

Those last weeks seem long, I know. But I have a theory (which is based on nothing other than my own observations of my own babies) the longer they cook, the better they sleep at night. Seriously. My smallest baby was an awful sleeper (just under five lbs), my medium baby was an okay sleeper (6.5 lbs), and my largest baby slept through the night from the get-go (over 8 lbs). So now I keep that non-scientifically proven theory in mind and think that each day that passes is another hour of rest I'll get at night. Or something like that.

In the meantime your stories and writing style thoroughly amuses me. Love your blog!