the baby journey

About a month to two months ago, I made a birth plan. I wanted to get on paper the many possibilities and options that I might have to deal with. Plan A was if everything went well and I went into labor on my own and what I wanted that to look like: me staying at home and laboring for a while, maybe take a walk outside, take a hot shower, make our way to the hospital. Plan B was if I had high blood pressure again: I'd be induced early, probably be similar to last time. Plan C was if I had placenta previa which was a concern on my 20 week sonogram. My placenta was super close to my cervix and if it didn't move away, then I'd have to have a c-section. Plan D was f*&( all. Just go with the flow.

So plans B & C are not an issue. My blood pressure has been spot on. No problems at all. At this point, last time, I had been on bedrest for two weeks already. My sonogram on Monday which was to look at my placenta and cervix placement went well. My placenta is a good 5 cm away from the cervix and that means I don't have to have a c-section.

So I pretty much had perma-grin on Monday. I just feel weight lifted off. We can just proceed forward and now we wait. The biggg, longgg wait.

I am REALLY okay with this little boy cooking as long as he wants. I'm totally fine with handling just one baby and sleeping through the night. :-)

I'm very stressed when I think about the up all nighters I'm going to have. I'm stressed about Emma yelling because she wants to be picked up and held. . . . . . but I know it will pass. The craziness will pass. Six months down the road, it will be better. And even years down the road, Emma will have this forever playmate and I hope they will be close. . . . and then when ready, we'll throw a third into the mix. lol. But not as close together as these two, I don't think. I'd like some in between time where I can have my body back and have a margarita.

Baby shower on Saturday. Very exciting. Next week, painting little boy's room and assembling the crib. It's getting so close! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Making Hay

A story where I win is always worth sharing:

I was dropping Adam back off at work after we had our little family outing to Starbucks (Emma and I go visit Adam at work a couple times a week to go get coffee and hang out. It's good daddy/daughter time plus I get a little break from the little monster. . . I mean precious angel. :-D) So we're saying our goodbyes and Adam says, "Gotta get back to makin' hay."

I laugh and say, "You know that means like sex, right?"

He says, "No, it doesn't. You're thinking of 'making whoopee'."

I say, "No, of course not. Everyone knows what 'making whoopee' is. This is a real thing. I've heard it in a musical, for instance." (Side note: It's from Annie. The scene is Carol Burnette (side note, side note: LOVE HER) in her skivvies trying to seduce Daddy Warbucks and she sings, "Let's you and me make, Why shouldn't we make haaaaay?" (Side note, side note, side note: This song was in my head ALL day from then on. That is until Adele's, Someone Like You came on. Damn you, Adele and your catchy chorus.)

Well, I'm clearly not believable now. I've heard it in a silly musical. So, we check ye' old google and "making hay" is on urbandictionary (a MUCH more reliable source than a musical) as an alternative phrase for making love. I WIN! HA!

So, fast forward to tonight at 11:15 PM when I am still wide awake from consuming my coffee at 1:30 PM this afternoon. Yay pregnancy! Yay sensitivity to caffeine because I never drink it much! I'm 8 months pregnant. When the hizz-ell did that happen?? Geez.

I'm getting the nesting bug. I am bound and determined to have the room taped off this week so we can paint this week or weekend. My coworkers threw me a baby shower a couple of weekends ago and it was so sweet. I had no idea they were doing that :-). So now I have clothes and blankets and no where to put them. Ugh! I don't like this at all.

Got my hair cut and done about a week ago. I really wanted to chop it all off. I've done this probably three times in my life and I've been okay with how it looks. Sure, I'm like anyone and want to grow it out pretty quickly afterwards but I like it while I have it. My hair dresser flat out said, "I am not chopping off your pregnant lady hair." She meant she was not doing this because pregnant women are fickle and usually like to tie their hair back anyway to get it out of their face. I couldn't help but agree but told to cut off more than an inch and I was satisfied. I darkened the color a bit too because for some reason my hair is growing in darker than usual. Not sure if it's the pregnancy or the season. The blonde highlights were looking much too bleachy up next to the roots. Not a look I'm a fan of. So time to change.

Ta-ta!

Another cramp in that same left leg last night. This time, though, Adam woke up fully and was able to bring my toes towards me. The pain was so insane, I could not will myself to move my foot or toes. I was just locked. It's my fault. I didn't drink enough water over the weekend. Emma didn't eat all her banana this morning so I ate it off the tray. haha.

I've been so ready to get this baby room done and Adam is dragging his feet. He knows the baby will be in our room for the first few months so he wants to wait to do major things to the room. But I NEED to nest. I need to know there's a space for this baby boy. ::sigh::

. . . I've had some funny stories recently that I've stopped and noted that I need to blog about it. . .and of course, right now, I can't remember a single one. Sorry, short post!! ><