Saturday, January 19, 2013

The Saturday "7"

1. I'm pretty sure I could eat restaurant food every day of my life and not get sick of it. Last night I really wanted Trini's and this morning the Big Boy breakfast buffet is sounding amazing. Too bad we're not made of money.

2. I'm sure you've seen this on facebook, but I want to record it here too. Lucy and I had a much needed play-date with Kelly and Presley yesterday. Kelly and I sat on the couch stuffing our faces with cinnamon rolls while the girls ran in and out of Lucy's bedroom playing. Eventually Kelly said, "They're being very quiet in there . . ." Never a good sign. We went in to find this:
Haha. Fishy is well-fed! I'm not complaining if that's the worst of their antics.

3. This is going to be a TMI point. Feel free to skip it. These are the things I did to induce labor this week: Ate steak, ate pizza, bounced on a yoga ball, had a dance party with Lucy, did the hot washcloth trick, had sex, and used my breast pump - that was very odd. The first time, I got half an ounce of colostrum. The second time I got a whole ounce! Crazy to think my body is making that much already. I totally saved it and stuck it in the freezer. Obviously nothing has worked. Everything I read online said pumping should start contractions almost immediately. I didn't have a single one. Haha. I give up. She'll come out when she's good and ready - or when my doctor induces me.

4. I asked Lucy this week what she wants to be when she grows up. She said, "Big sister!" Haha. We've obviously been talking about that a lot. She also told me that she's a big girl now because she has a freckle. I told you she was excited about that thing. Lol.

5. Ok, I'm not going to make it to 7 this week. My life pretty much revolves around waiting for this baby to pop out. I feel like I've gotten some flak for wishing she'd appear early. Yes, I'm ridiculously huge and in pain 24/7, but I want her out for more than just my comfort. I'm super excited to meet her. I can't wait to see what she looks like. Justin and I look pretty similar, so it's pretty unlikely she'll be anything but dark. I just can't wait to see how much hair she has and if she looks like Lucy (aka me) or if she'll have some feature of Justin that didn't come out in Lucy. And I'm really anxious to see how big she is.

I'm also really really ready to be back to myself. I can't do anything. I hate relying on everyone to help me all the time. I can't wait to have the energy/ability to clean my house, to make dinner, to get down on the floor and play with Lucy. Everyone keeps telling me to enjoy these last few days with Lucy, but I can't really enjoy them when I'm constantly telling her, "I'm sorry, babe, Mommy doesn't feel good and needs to lay down." I know in the grand scheme of things a few days is nothing. In a couple weeks I'll look back on this post and be annoyed with myself for my impatience. Haha.

I've decided that she's going to be born on Thursday, the 24th. That's when my next appointment is, so it's possible that the doctor will find a reason to induce me. It's also Justin's birthday, and the day I had my D&C last year. Poetic irony, no?

Well there it is. I'd apologize for making it so pregnancy-centric, but I doubt anyone expected anything less! Really trying to be less annoying on facebook this week. Wish me luck. Haha. :-)

1 comment:

  1. We've definitely had the same fish bowl incident at our house. Haha!

    I hope for your sake that your baby comes soon!! I know the end of pregnancy can be really hard- no need to apologize!


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