Update

Yesterday we had our doctor's appointment. It was fairly uneventful.  Owen is now measuring about 2 weeks ahead, his heartbeat is strong and consistent (Dom got a recording of it) and he is still head down. Now. I like this doctor, really. She's nice, she listens to our needs and concerns for the most part, but I was truly spoiled rotten in California. You see in Cali, my doctor was and OB/GYN. That's all he did. Day in and day out, he saw only preggo ladies. He's a pro. He's amazing. He systematical and educated and so comfortable with it all that he probably doesn't even have to think about it any more.  My doctor here is a family Practitioner. She probably only has one or two patients that are pregnant, a year. So she seems to not really believe us when we say "there has only been one boy in our family that was born UNDER 9 pounds, and that was Vin. He was 5 weeks premature and he still weighed nearly 6 and 1/2 pounds". She just kind of nods it off.

No seriously, Dr. Dany,  I'm huge now, look at me. The lady in the waiting room was a month ahead of my and I'm bigger than her. This baby is at least 6 pounds right now, and he's not gonna just stop growing to spare my va-jay-jay.

Even still, she said to us yesterday that we have to wait at LEAST 10 days to go into labor, other wise she'll stop the labor. WHY?! Tomorrow marks the point when Vin was born and he didn't have ANY problems with his breathing!!! I'm miserable! I don't sleep, my back and my uterus are beaten and sore from all the false labor, I'm turning into a water balloon, my skin has stretched as far as it can and now is under so much pressure from Oz moving around the the blood vessels in the layers of dermis are actually bursting, I can't stand for more than 3 minutes before I either have a contraction or my legs go numb.     Save me.   Please......

So this is our plan. If I go into labor earlier than 10days from now, we'll drive into town and just hang out close to the hospital until my water breaks, then they won't be able to stop it!!! BWAA HAA HAA HAA.

Ok, so we're going to do out best NOT to go into labor sooner, but if it happens, I believe it will be because my body simply is ready to not be pregnant any more, and that Oz will be ready too.

Until then I have no choice but to be miserable, tired, uncomfortable and cranky.

Thankfully my husband supports me in all of this and is understanding and sympathetic to my pains.

Officially Disgusted with Myself

We all know that by week 35 of pregnancy there is no such thing as grace and beauty. I wasn't the most graceful being around in the first place, but now the word Oaf just doesn't seem to do me justice. Yesterday though I reached a point of actually disgusting myself. A new low.  After our doctor's appointment (which I will get to in a moment) we walked into the hospital to see what the snack-rack had. I was hungry and I wasn't waiting 45 minutes to get home. I grabbed a turkey and cheddar sandwich on rye and a Zooberfizz Root Beer. Let me try to explain how our hospital makes the sandwiches at the snack-rack. About the size of my head. They are seriously packed with meat on homemade bread. Huge. Ginormous. Massive. I got in the car, squeezed on some mayo and mustard and started chowing down. A couple of bites, a swig of Zoober, a couple of more bites, some more Zoober. I had a system going. Then right when my loving husband brought to my attention that I was mowing down that sandwich like I hadn't eaten in months, which made me realize that I truly was eating like a pig, the Zoober caught up to me mid-bite. Yup, the biggest most horrendous burp I've ever released came out as I was taking a bite. Seriously? Gross. naturally how could my loving husband just let that one slide? The comments came flying, laughter accompanied by tears and wheezing, and of course, disgust. I just made a record low for being an A-typical pregnant woman. I continued to eat crumbs off my belly and put the sandwich away. I did finish my Zooberfizz, though.

I feel as though I might be the only person in the entirety of this nation that has ever done such a thing. Strangely enough, though, I do not feel so special about it.

Placenta-Brain Strikes Again!

Well, we all know one of the upside-down perks of pregnancy is a certain thing we affectionately call "Placenta-Brain".
When one is pregnant, one's blood supply focuses primarily on the placenta and growing baby, rather than one's brain, thus resulting in the brain not functioning at a normal performance level. (So the theory goes)

Well, today my PB hit me once again. I was entrusted with a check yesterday for this month's Angel Food order. I placed it in the back pocket of my jeans, silently begging my brain to remember that it was there. (hah!) I would have put it in my wallet or purse, but neither were with me at the time, so my pocket seemed like the next best option. Of course I never thought of the check again until this morning......after I had washed all of the jeans.

Dominick called to let me know that we had another food order, and as soon as the words "ANGEL FOOD" left his mouth I was struck with panic.

Crap nuggets.

I ran upstairs, opened the washer (which had already finished it's cycle and was patiently waiting for me to switch the damp clothes to the dryer), I sifted through the jeans which all looked the same because they were all wet, and I located the pair i wore yesterday. I quietly prayed that the check had miraculously survived the washing and was simply damp, but still valid, in the back pocket, but no. As I opened the pocket I was faced with a wad of pulverized paper and ink that was the check.

Crap nuggets!!

I had to call the friend that gave me the check and explain to her answering machine why she needed to bring another check next Sunday, and apologize for my lack of attention. Embarrassing. Frustrating.

Now I'm afraid I'll end up washing (or destroying by some other means) my daughters birth certificate or record of immunizations that I desperately need for her Kindergarten registration next week......

Maybe I'll let Dominick be in charge of any important documents from here on out.

Fake-adopted Daughters

We have a fake-adopted daughter. Her name is Jessie Oliver. She is 20 years old and goes to Ozark Christian College in Joplin, MO. We met her when we moved out here last year, and right away she became like a member of our family. She has been through a lot in her life, and even though she has an active relationship with her parents, we became the family she turns to when she feels she can't share something with them. She is a fairly new Christian, and is so eager to learn. We love her dearly.

Anyways, she comes home in about 3 weeks, and we can't wait. We're really hoping that Oz waits to arrive until she gets here.

I'm telling you all this simply because I'm getting more and more anxious for her to get here. I miss her very much, she always puts a smile on my face, and my love for her truly is that like a mother has for her daughter. (even though she's only 5 years younger than me, Dom is old enough to be her dad, so we joke that she is my Step-daughter)

5 Question Friday

Good grief, since I started doing 5QF I have a better perspective of how fast my weeks go by!!

1. If you could, would you go back to high school?
Oh my goo'ness absolutely. I would go back, do it all over again and this time pay attention and get something out of it, rather than day dream and piddle it away.

2. If a genie appeared and granted you two wishes, what would they be? (And, no saying "more wishes".)
To not ever have to worry about money again. It's so stressful these days, money is. I would love to be able to know that our future is secure as far as finances go.

To receive a degree in Medical Sciences. This has been a dream of mine for a long time.

3. What kids show do you secretly like?
We don't watch kids shows any more so I couldn't really say.

4. What is your beverage of choice?
I had to start drinking massive amount of Gatorade G2 a couple of months ago in attempt to stay properly hydrated (an issue I have even when i'm not pregnant), and at first I hated them, but now I am a little sad that I don't have to drink as many as often. 

I'm also not known for turning down a Root Beer.

5. What is something that you would change about yourself (or are working to change in yourself)?
My self-discipline. I'm not very disciplined at all. I tend to be very lazy, and I don't want that to continue. I have been this way my whole life, so it is hard work to change, but after this baby is born I'm determined to be more active and physically healthier.