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| Let's see. What have I been up to.
Well... last Sunday we had pictures taken at the Garfield Park Conservatory. I went home and napped, but by 5pm found myself having contractions pretty regularly. I ate, drank, sat... then got dressed for work figuring I'd either make some money or hang out as a patient. Either way, I needed to go to the hospital. Instead of a paycheck, I got 2 doses of terb to stop the contractions and 2 doses of steroids to help mature the baby's lungs. Whee!
Since then, I've been doing a lot of laying around the house and drinking gallons of water.
I was still having a lot of contractions earlier in the week, but things seem to be chilling out. I see my doctor again on Monday and am thinking of going back to work on light duty Tuesday night with his permission.
34 weeks down. 6 or less to go. I'd like this baby to stay in until after the 1st of the year. I hope she agrees with the plan.
What else? Bryce's company holiday party was last night. I sat there instead of sitting at home last night. It was a nice change of pace to get out of the house and I am very content today. Did I mention that I won chocolate in the party's white elephant exchange? Two bags of Ghirardelli. One caramel filled, one peanut butter. I swiped 'em from another lady. Someone stole my coffee sampler, so what else could I do?
Today I'm hitching a ride with a friend to a baby shower. I'm hoping that there aren't a bunch of awful shower games like, "Here, eat this baby food" and "Don't say baby or I'll take your clothes pin away". Bah.
How many times do you think I'll get to answer these questions today?
1) When are you due?
2) Do you know if you're having a girl or a boy?
3) Is this your first baby?
For every 10 times I have to have the same conversation, I deserve at least one cocktail after this baby is born. I think I'm owed a few good nights out.
Pictures from last week's photo shoot soon. I get the cd today.
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| Drew's 2 year check up stats:
Height: 35 inches
Weight: 32 lbs
Head: 19 1/4 inches
Both the baby and I are doing well (and growing!). Barely more than 7 weeks to go.
Nov 30, 2009
We're getting family photos taken this weekend because I wanted to capture this time in our life. We're looking at a limited number of days left as a family of 3, and I'm facing my last days ever as a pregnant woman. As excited as I am to welcome a new baby, it's hard to imagine changing something that is already perfect. Knowing that I will most likely never be pregnant again makes me a little sad. I love being pregnant once the fears of miscarriage subside. My swollen figure is beautiful. Drew loves to lay his head on my bare belly, and truth be told, I love it, too. The kicks and rolls that come from within are all mine represent an intimate time for me and this baby. She brings me so much joy already, and I will miss this time of my life and treasure it forever. I will also miss the solo time with Drew. He is clever, charming, and funny. He loves to make us laugh and is the world's best snuggler.
In honor of Drew's 2nd birthday (it was 11/24), here's a few of his new tricks.
--Jumping off the stairs, with an exuberant exclamation of, "JUMP!"
--Walking on the balance beam at tumbling class
--Chasing the nearest adult with Daddy's or Grandpa's gloves on his hands proclaiming, "Monster!"
--Saying, "Oh Shit!" (oops! don't know where he could have learned that)
--Watching Wall-E for a solid 45 minutes without moving from the sofa
--Putting us to fake sleep by telling us, "Shhh, Shhh", then running over and waking us up with a kiss on the cheek
--Each day, numerous times a day, running over to show us his cow and practice his first full sentence of, "This is a COOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
No matter what, he'll always be my little boy. I can't wait to embarrass him, walk down the aisle at his wedding, and hold his own children someday. If that's what he wants.
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| What are you giving out for Halloween?
We bought a box of full size Twix, an assorted box of full size M&M, Peanut M&M, Snickers, 3 Musketeers, Skittles and Starburst, a bag of Ghiardelli (you know, the filled squares), and a box of fruit snacks for the littlest goblins.
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| ... so, you know those little status updates over on Facebook? They are making me super annoyed with my friends. I'm hesitant to even write this update because I expect to be flamed for it, but I desperately want to tell everyone out there to SUCK IT UP and QUIT WHINING!
Don't complain that you are too tired to make dinner because you are pregnant with your first child. Be happy that you are pregnant. I know many women who would give anything to be in your position. Grab a take out menu and order some grub. Or eat a frickin' bowl of cereal in your jammies. Jeez louise.
On that note, don't complain that your hoo-haa or your ribs or your feet hurt either. Pregnancy is full of little aches and pains. You have no idea what real pain is yet. *evil chuckle* Try getting off your ass and joining a prenatal yoga class or going for a walk. Oh, and don't gain a shitload of weight. You'll feel better and your body will thank you.
Don't judge that lady in the store feeding her screaming kid junk, or that guy coughing up a lung on the train. Put yourself in their shoes and be glad it isn't you, because one day it might be.
Don't tell me that nothing ever works out for you when you have 3 beautiful children, a great career, and money in the bank. You're fine. Trust me.
And stop using your status updates as a way to brag about the LA parties you're going to. It doesn't impress me and it makes you look like an asshole.
Remember all the things you have to be thankful for and let the little inconveniences, aches and drama go.
Sincerely,
HardToPlease (living up to my name today, no?)
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| On the ultrasound Tuesday, they couldn't see a penis. No penis. Do you know what that means?
T.R.O.U.B.L.E.
Pink. Princesses. And those silly baby headbands? NOT IN MY HOUSE! Obviously, I won't be able to ban all pink, but I definitely want to minimize it's presence. Some pink is good. All pink is bad. Repeat after me.
Considering that she has to be a girl, I might as well start looking for clothes, right? I found this, and I am in love.
Now I just need to figure out how to rationalize spending so much money on one little outfit that will most likely be covered in breast milk, regurgitated breast milk, and poo.
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