Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Warning: too much TMI

Yes, I realize the redundancy of this post title.

This post will gross many people out, so please feel free to click off of this page if you are feeling squeamish.

I'm 39w4d. Contractions have been happening pretty regularly (just B-H ones, I figure), but have now moved into the low, low region of my pelvis. This morning and a few times today, I had (TMI PART COMING UP NOW!!!) bloody mucous. Was it bloody show? Just mucous? Is labor imminent? There are a lot of rumblings going on down there. I'd sure hate to go on like this for another week or more and am wondering if I should keep going to work. I guess it's just time to wake up every morning and evaluate the day. My sub is working with me full time right now, so she's ready to jump in whenever.

I may also mention that I suddenly feel incredibly energetic. You'd think I'd do something useful, like vacuum or wash the kitchen floor, but instead I just get up and go to work. I'm trying to save as many of my sick days as I possibly can so I can take the majority of my leave paid.

Wow, this is a rambling post. I think I'm slightly in shock that my actual due date is a mere 4 days away. Here we are, ready and waiting. Let's hope we're not ready and waiting, and waiting, and waiting...

Monday, November 22, 2010

Not Yet

Nothing to post yet--I just know where minds wander to when a gal gets to about this stage of the game. We've just been--busy. The theme of this pregnancy. I called in sick today to actually sleep (and I been sick for a week, so it's legit), relax, be alone for an afternoon - though I'm out soon to run some errands before my 38-week midwife appointment this afternoon. So, since Halloween, let's see what's been going on:

  • 3 surprise baby showers, one thrown by my mom for us at my aunt's house (which surprised the ever-living hell out of me - seriously) and 2 others by 2 of my classes. Very cute and very sweet when a 14-year-old can pull something like that off.
  • The tile backsplash is almost done in our kitchen. It looks killer.
  • Theo is testing his limits, big time. Perhaps he senses a big change is on the horizon? Every night, bedtime is a challenge and a production. Any advice? Or is he just 2?
  • 2 more weeks of work (probably) and we've just now hired a sub. Here's hoping I actually have enough time left to sit down with her before it's time.
  • House is all in order - we got our co-sleeper back from our friends, all baby clothes are washed, bags are packet, new car is purchased, snowblower is being serviced, camera batteries are charged. Phew.

I don't think I could possibly have forgotten anything. Thanksgiving is this week and it is nearly my favorite national holiday. No religious affiliations, wonderful food, no pressure to exchange gifts, and a great message - be grateful. And, though we haven't stopped to genuflect on it, we truly, truly are.

Friday, November 05, 2010

Beginning of the end

Well--they never said it would be easy to carry a baby to full term, right? Right. Now that I am feeling seriously huge, every day seems a little more challenging. For instance, if I forget to put my socks on before breakfast, it is nearly impossible to bend over to put my socks on. If I bend over for something instead of squatting down to reach it, my belly gets smooshed in the most uncomfortable way. While my heartburn seems to have subsided a wee amount for the time being, the possible lowering of the baby means more head whamming against the cervix, which is just ooooooh-so-pleasant. Actually, it's not terrible, and I welcome the feeling---but when I'm trying to stand up in front of a class and teach, it's a little distracting.

Below, scenes from the beginning of the end of fall. Halloween was fun this year. Theo only went trick-or-treating across the street to our neighbor's house, but he got his own special basket of candy from her and---gasp---we let him eat a lollypop. For the first time. Ever. And he loved it. Until he dropped it in the leaves.

Large and in charge at 35 weeks.

We woke up Halloween morning to find our entire street toilet papered and our pumpkins stolen off the front porch.

Practicing his moves with the pitchfork

Our little devil (pre-sugar high from lollypop)