Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
PANDEMONIUM!
Actually. Not pandemonium. The very opposite of that.
Bed rest. It is getting tiring.
Monday was decent. Had enough work to do to hack through it, with a surprise lunch visit from AK bearing a delicious Longworth buffalo wrap.
Tuesday ended up being full of doctor's appointments, so passed quicker than anticipated.... with the added fun of feeling really sorry for myself because it was my birthday and kind of... stunk.
Jess came over for lunch yesterday, followed by JK, his puppy Cooper and his Wii. We played like T was there to beat, and had a great time.
And then there was today. Today I'm soliciting additional work from colleagues. I'm passing off all my client workflows. I'm making the "Labor List" and the "Baby's Here" List. I'm on client calls and writing proposals. And I'm feeling suffocated.
I'm watching out the windows around 11 hoping to see the food trucks driving into town.
I'm reading (and sympathizing with) inane neighborhood discussions on the community listserv.
I'm reporting neighbors for dumping violations.
I'm quite afraid that by next Thursday I'm going to be crazy cat lady.
But to think. By this time next week. Baby will either be here or be en route.
Holy Pandemonium.
Bed rest. It is getting tiring.
Monday was decent. Had enough work to do to hack through it, with a surprise lunch visit from AK bearing a delicious Longworth buffalo wrap.
Tuesday ended up being full of doctor's appointments, so passed quicker than anticipated.... with the added fun of feeling really sorry for myself because it was my birthday and kind of... stunk.
Jess came over for lunch yesterday, followed by JK, his puppy Cooper and his Wii. We played like T was there to beat, and had a great time.
And then there was today. Today I'm soliciting additional work from colleagues. I'm passing off all my client workflows. I'm making the "Labor List" and the "Baby's Here" List. I'm on client calls and writing proposals. And I'm feeling suffocated.
I'm watching out the windows around 11 hoping to see the food trucks driving into town.
I'm reading (and sympathizing with) inane neighborhood discussions on the community listserv.
I'm reporting neighbors for dumping violations.
I'm quite afraid that by next Thursday I'm going to be crazy cat lady.
But to think. By this time next week. Baby will either be here or be en route.
Holy Pandemonium.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Birthday Bedrest: Part 2
It's official.
It definitely stinks to be on bedrest for your birthday.
I love my birthday. More than any adult should.
The birthday-- the only day of the year that is just about you. The secret narcissist in me was hoping that Baby E wouldn't make his appearance today. You know, because it isn't fair to HIM to share a birthday with his Mom.
Shawn threw my suitcase in the car this morning, just to go with the thought that if you build it, he won't come.
I had my next-to-last doctor's appointment today, so at least I was able to get out of the house for awhile. And awhile turned out to be much longer than expected when Dr. J said... "You've got a large baby in there. We need to make sure we aren't dealing with a 10-pounder."
Say WHAT?
10 pounds is a lot of baby. Especially for a baby that has consistently been measuring a little bit behind. And oh, by the way, he has NO interest in coming out, so he's going to need a little medical help to do so.
The good news? My blood pressure was back to normal, as were my liver enzymes.
So my 15 minute doctor's appointment turned into a return trip back this afternoon for a final ultrasound to check on sizing.
And whew. Baby E is measuring a couple ounces above 8 pounds (give or take). If he was over 9, my scheduled induction was most likely to turn into a scheduled ultrasound for next Thursday.
So after 5 hours out of bedrest, the rest of my evening grand plans became not so grand. A Subway tuna sub for dinner, and a piece of red velvet cake Shawn brought home.
I'm so fancy.
It definitely stinks to be on bedrest for your birthday.
I love my birthday. More than any adult should.
The birthday-- the only day of the year that is just about you. The secret narcissist in me was hoping that Baby E wouldn't make his appearance today. You know, because it isn't fair to HIM to share a birthday with his Mom.
Shawn threw my suitcase in the car this morning, just to go with the thought that if you build it, he won't come.
I had my next-to-last doctor's appointment today, so at least I was able to get out of the house for awhile. And awhile turned out to be much longer than expected when Dr. J said... "You've got a large baby in there. We need to make sure we aren't dealing with a 10-pounder."
Say WHAT?
10 pounds is a lot of baby. Especially for a baby that has consistently been measuring a little bit behind. And oh, by the way, he has NO interest in coming out, so he's going to need a little medical help to do so.
The good news? My blood pressure was back to normal, as were my liver enzymes.
So my 15 minute doctor's appointment turned into a return trip back this afternoon for a final ultrasound to check on sizing.
And whew. Baby E is measuring a couple ounces above 8 pounds (give or take). If he was over 9, my scheduled induction was most likely to turn into a scheduled ultrasound for next Thursday.
So after 5 hours out of bedrest, the rest of my evening grand plans became not so grand. A Subway tuna sub for dinner, and a piece of red velvet cake Shawn brought home.
I'm so fancy.
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