Praying for labor...

You are all really supportive. I am hearing from a lot of you everyday, "Have you had that baby yet?" It is nice to know that everyone is thinking of me and BBQ and my family. I just want to ask you to pray for labor. I know God has a perfect plan and that his timing is always right.

It really isn't so much about actually being pregnant for me anymore. I am fairly used to it and pain free. I walked half a mile yesterday and jumped over a four foot barb wire fence, I can still put my shoes on, I'm not disabled. I can still do basically every physical task (not as well, mind you) that other people will allow me to do.

The issue at this point is that they will only allow me to "go" so long. At my appointment yesterday my doc mentioned that she would be comfortable using "some pitocin" on me. If you don't know my history, I have had a c-section, labor inducing medication can be dangerous. I am beginning to wonder if another c-section is in my future. The recovery from which was VERY difficult for me last time and I can only assume would be even more difficult with a clingy two year old. It also would put the nail in the coffin of me every having a regular birth again, and I am not sure I could face a fourth pregnancy knowing full well I am set for a third c-section.

So please say a prayer for us today. Instead of laying in bed cuddling my new baby, I am going to go to co-op and cuddle other people's babies.

That is all.

Oh Heather, Where art thou?

I'm here. I am alive. I am PREGNANT! Which is not news because I have been pregnant forever. I think what I mean to say is that I am still pregnant.

Things have been CAAARRAAAZZZAAAYYY! My mom and I switched houses. So basically, we moved, one week before my due date, with two days notice. Everything is a mess but whatevs! The house is big and there is room for us all which is nice. We have a playroom again! YAYA!

The day we moved Denton seemed fine all day. We had been packing for two days and we had moved a couple of boxes in the van and none of that really bothered him. The movers came and things changed! When they started moving out the furniture it was like watching someone who was watching someone rob them. When they took the couch out he was reaching his hand out crying and screaming "NO, my chouch MY CHOUCH!!!" and then GASP! they picked up DADDY'S CHAIR, and the world pretty much ended. The little booger was traumatized. He even kinda freaked when we took the bean bag to our own car. He does love the new house (we all kinda do!). But he calls it Bubby's house still. Someday maybe he will realize it is his house and we aren't just hanging out!

I'll let you know if BBQ (baby question mark, for those of you who are uniformed) is ever born.

That is all.

A Mommy Thought Process...

9 months pregnant and feelin' it! So far today I have been to Costco, Kroger, the bank, made 18 sausage, egg, and cheese mcmuffins for Clint's breakfast, and started me and D's laundry. Suffice it to say, I am exhausted... So I think, Denton is watching TV, I will rest on the couch.

I lay down. and here is what happens...

1. Realize I am watching Wow, Wow, Wubbzy and see that the remote is across the room on Clint's chair.

2. Get up to get the remote and decide to refill my water bottle in case I get thirsty whilst resting.

3. Walk in to the kitchen and start doing dishes from my earlier cooking session because the sink is too full to get water.

4. Realize I am starving, walk in to the laundry room to get a granola bar (this is where I store the Costco size boxes of stuff)

5. Realize the laundry is ready to go in the dryer. However, the dryer is full of the hubby's clothes so I take those to the bedroom. Denton sees me and wants to have his cup.

6. Bring Denton his cup. Go back to the laundry room and change out my laundry.

7. Lay down on the couch with no water and no remote and realize.... I need to go to the bathroom.

Kind of afraid to get up again, I may never get back to the couch!

That is all.

I'm in LABOR....

oh wait... no I am not. There are a lot of "signs" you are in labor. None of them are pretty and apparently, none of them mean a dang thing! Every time I develop one of these lovely symptoms I google it to see if it means anything and the most common answer is "Yes this means labor is coming but it could be hours, days or even weeks" Um, hello, DUH! I am 37 weeks pregnant... I think it is pretty obvious that I will go into labor sometime in the next few weeks. Thanks!

I did just recently have a baby, but I never made it to 37 weeks with him, so I haven't been this pregnant in 10 years. In addition, despite the fact that this is my third child, I have never "gone into labor" before. So, this is all new to me.

And apparently never going to happen. As Ron Washington would say "That's the way preggo go." Except he would say baseball but that doesn't really fit here.

That is all.

Trying not to die and gaining weight...

What have I been doing this last week you ask? Well, the name of this blog says it all. Mostly I have been trying not to die and gaining weight at a rapid rate! Apparently I am pregnant with some kind of life sucking rhinoceros or something. In addition to putting on more pounds than are probably necessary, I am constantly fighting with a fetus for enough room to house my vital organs and allow them to function properly.

Just to recap, I went to Hawaii for a long (not long enough) time. I came back and had my glucose test. The doc was like "SOOOO, if you don't hear from us before next Wednesday, then you are good." My phone rings the NEXT day... my head is saying "If I don't answer it until next Wednesday does that mean I'm still good?"

So I answer.

Nurse: "Hey this is so and so with Doc so and so's office"

Me: "um yeahhh?"

Nurse: "Your glucose is fine."

Me: first thought YAY! Second thought, um then why are you calling, the only other test they said they were running that comes to mind is HIV (cue heart palpatations.) "yeaaahhh?"

Nurse: "You are anemic"

Me: "I'll take it!"

Nurse: "What?"

So, I'm not diabetic or HIV positive and I just have to take a little pill every night. Done and done.

Two days later I begin to show signs of what can only be described as some sort of death disease. I am dripping snot willy nilly, sneezing, coughing, and feeling like absolute turd. I call the OB, they don't want me to come in, they prefer I take my disease ridden body to a place not filled with healthy pregnant women. I call my PCP (whom I've never needed before because I'm generally healthy) and they tell me that, despite the fact that they are my assigned doc and the ONLY one I am allowed to see, they are no longer accepting new patients. Um.... okkaayyyy. I call the OB back and they bring me at lunch so I don't infect the masses. I have bronchitis, which I figured. I have battled this many times but not for a long time and it is particularly fun whilst pregnant with baby who loves jamming hard knobby appendages into my rib cage limiting my ability to breathe deeply and cough my lungs up.

As for the second half of the title of this post. I weigh more now than I did when I gave birth to Reghanne and only about 5 lbs less than when I gave birth to D AND I gained 1.5 lbs in a week. For those of you keeping count I am up to 155 now.... (Yeah, I told ya'll, I don't care if you know... I know and that is the worse than me telling anyone else I can think of)

Anyways, I am recovering quickly and getting excited about meeting my new little buddy (mostly because if he is out HERE he will no longer be in there causing permanent damage to my body parts).

PS. Reghanne made the Southwest Children's Chorus. She didn't inherit my voice but somehow ended up with a good one. We are very excited and will have a very busy December (they have 6 performances that month alone!)

That is all.