1 week

from today, I will be in recovery from delivery.

However, currently I am recovering from a 2 day vicodine induced state due to this:




Friday afternoon, I decided I would finish the nursery. I was cutting open a sock monkey to put on X's shelf, and cut my knuckle off.

No shit.

I glanced at it while chopping through it, saw white, and then felt like I was about to pass out. I called M, who came running and said immediatley "we need to go to the Dr."

So, he wrapped it up and off we went.

I mentioned to the dr how squeemish I was and told him to not talk about it until it was fixed.....I saw the bloody towels and the horrified look on his face though.

6 stitches later...and sewn diagonaly across my index finger knuckle, I have my new bandage. As I was leaving he told me that I was thisclose to cutting right through a tendon. F off! Disgusting.

And since I chopped the skin off completley, he had to stretch my old skin back across my finger rather than sewing the wound shut, thus requiring me to have stitches in for at least 10 days.

10 days from stitch date? C- section.

So, there I was, trying to plan my removal around my hospital departure.

I felt like Mike.

Anyway, the Dr. wouldnt give me anything for pain, short of Tylenol, which I didnt think much of since it was numb. Until about 11 pm.

I had the worst night of my life I think.

I finally called my OB Saturday morning at 8 asking her about pain medication. She was pissed off and shocked they wouldnt give me anything and told me Vicodine is fine to take.

So, after arguing with my stich Dr. and pleading, he finally gave me vicodine.

So, not only do I feel like a complete a-hole for the wound in the first place, now I have to finish my last baby free week with a bandage on my finger on pain medication. AND I still can't sleep because it hurts worse laying down....so I stand around..which causes back pain....blah blah blah.

What a nightmare I caused myself.

And then to bring home X with stitches in my hand???? Fantastic.

So, due to M and my ailments, I thought I would post a picture of our bed. This is it in movie watching mode. We have to bring in the couch CUSHIONS to prop up backs, fingers and feet from swelling. Seriously.

I LOVE how our curtains dont fit right because all of our medicines, tissues, water, ect sits in the window sill. Klassy.




Despite the BS, we did get the tree up.



And have time to go to a really neat tree lighting at a local shopping center, where Santa was....This is B giving santa a thumbs up sign. M is only doing it because Brody started it first. How funny.

Black Friday

Thanksgiving went well for everyone who isn't Brody.

Poor guy.

He woke up yesterday morning to NO Apple juice. Thanks Grandma. So I thought I would give him a cup of OJ. He downed it and then threw up, twice. Hugely. I assumed it was because of the acid and he would be over it....

Until he had the great poo debocle of 09. I will save the details, but I will say it took 3 of us to handle the situation.

He seemed to be acting fine though, so I wasn't really sure what to do with him. Then he exploded again which was a 2 man clean up, and then once more which was a 4 man cleanup plus a bath, a bottle of simple green and some rags clean up.

Not pretty.

To top it off, he ate shit walking in the house and scrapped up his arm pretty bad and only saved his face because he was carrying a stuffed animal which he fell on, then he fell down a step.

Happy Thanksgiving B!

Aside from all that BS, it was a great day. As always, Thanksgiving is at my mom's house and my uncle and family come over. I am as big as a house and totally uncomfortable, so rather than sitting down and relaxing which then causes me to have time on my hands to think about how heinous I feel, I chose to bust my ass instead to help time go by. It was nice to have 3 out of 6 cousins around to entertain B rather than having to do it myself.

And it was very sureal saying goodbye to everyone with them all saying "See you in a few weeks. With the baby!"

I am so excited to get this thing out of me, but it is really freaky to think about what is to come.

10 Days

And when I break it down even more, Sunday is shot with school shopping. The kids are back in school Monday, Soccer tuesday and Thursday, Friday my in laws arrive, and Saturday and Sunday are soccer tournaments and a baby shower....really, those 10 days should fly by pretty quickly!

On a super bright note, X dropped. Mike noticed it first. I can breath a bit better, and my back pain seems to be less painful for now. I can't say it will stay that way, but I made it through yesterday until about 8 pm before my back hurt, usually my back pain starts up around noon. The downside to this is none of my drawstring pants will stay up now, but with only a week-ish to go, I think I can make it.

I am off to help M work on the Christmas tree, and eat leftover chocolate pie. Happy belated Thanksgiving!

37 Weeks, 2 Days

Dr's appt today. I gained nothing. Finally!

M went with me, and we now have another decision to make. Tubes tied or no.

Dr W told us there is typically a 30 day waiting period for the permit to get the procedure done but they may be able to get it waived. We signed the paperwork for the request in hopes we can get it waived, however the decision is still not made. I have no desire to ever be pregnant again, and seriosly? 4 kids is plenty. But, it seems like alot.

Dr W, says the only side effect MAY be more severe period cramps. Other than that, nothing. No special recovery. No nothing.

They cut out a small portion or your tube, and that is that. Mike says it is either him or me, but since I am already cut apart, it may as well be me.

So, we will see.

First, we have to find out if e can get the procedure done in time. Then we need to find out if insurance covers it. Then, if both of those things happen, we can still change our minds up until the minute before I am drugged on the 7th.

Other than that, nothing is new with the pregnancy. She couldn't get a consistant read on the heartbeat because she was moving around ridiculously....which is odd considering she takes up my entire body..I am not sure where room to move comes from.

So, I have one final appointment next Tuesday, and then I go into Hoag for all me pre-op bloodwork and paperwork, and then the 7th is the surgery.

2 weeks from today

The weekend was pretty uneventful/eventful, depending on how you look at it.

Thursday night was spent at Lowes to get the shelving material for X's shelves and then Barnes and Noble to pick up some last minute gifts for the kids.

Friday, Mike hung shelves in X's room. Which are still sitting empty because the baby has sucked out my brain and I totally forgot he put them in until I started typing this. Once those are stocked, I plan to take some pics of the room, finally and will post some.

Saturday was Janee's last soccer game of the regular season. They are #1 in their league, they are undefeated and will be going to the playoffs December 5 & 6. The weekend before the C-section. We all have high hopes for them and expect them to do pretty well this year.

Mike and Janee went out to run some errands and came home accouncing that there was to be a Christmas tree lighting shindig at Dos Lagos, which we decided to go to. We took the kids to dinner at BJ's prior to celebrate both kids getting good report cards this trimester. (For the first time since I have been around.) (Fantastic!) The tree lighting was lame...and my back hurt so damn bad I had to sit down like a little old lady behind the stage while the rest of the group watched the activities for all 5 seconds before they were bored.

Sunday was Janee's soccer party at Scandia which is a mini golf course/go kart racing thing with roller coasters in Ontario. The girls had fun.

I have a Dr.s appointment tomorrow. This is my SECOND to last ONE! hurray! I am SO over this pregnancy! I have either a butt of a foot in my ribs at all times now. Today, I was trying to sit in a chair and couldnt get comfortable due to the foot kicking my ribs and I was barfy because my stomach was getting smashed and pushed.

Mike walked up to me the other night with a butter knife and pretended to poke me in the stomach and then made the balloon deflating sound which I could only laugh at because I so wish it were that easy :)

And my dad asked me if I was sure I wanted to bake pies for Thanksgiving because of my condition.

I waddle, I look a mess, I am uncomfortable. She is done and so am I.

BUT

To leave on a positive note: I can only eat bites at a time so I feel like I am totally already on my post pregnancy diet.

2 1/2 weeks to go

I now realize that if the baby sits in a certain position, I can't put pants on.

Baby X and I have come to a mutual understanding. I am over her being in my belly, and she is over being in my belly. At least we agree on something, which I will try to remind myself of when she is 15 and everything I do is dumb wrong and ridiculous.

I just spent 1 hour trying to find an activity and position that we could agree on. Mind you I am still trying so 1 hour is just the point I am at right now. First, I sat at the table wrapping presents and over the minutes, I kept having to move the table farther and farther away from me. So, I laid back in a recliner and read for a few minutes which she was not down with so she kicked me in the ribs over and over again. So I thought maybe a warm shower might relax her, but actually had the opposite effect. Now she is running amok, which isn't considering I have to get in a car in about a 1/2 hour. She hates being in the car lately.

So:

Dear baby X:

Although I am glad you are healthy and you let me know often, please realize that we are stuck together for 2 1/2 more weeks. I am sure you are bored, just as I am sure that I would like a cocktail...But, just like I can't have a drink, you can't come out.

This is not my decision to torture you, although I will do that plenty in your life because I will be responsible for your bad hairstyles and clothing choices you will eventually have to put pictures of in your wedding slide show for all to see.

But, for the meantime, lets just get along.

I love you, Love Momma

36 Weeks, 1 Day

Well, my dr. didn't decide to take me straight to the hospital today to do an immediate C-section. Which, of course, I was not expecting, but secretly hoping for.

X was whacking me in the ribs the whole time.

My Dr. filled me with "positive" thoughts though as she laughed and reminisced about the hells of being 36 weeks pregnant and on.

Not being able to catch your breath because of baby's size
Not being able to eat
Feeling morning sickness again because the baby pushes on your stomach and insides making you sick
Not being able to pee. Still.

Great.

Things are still fine. The baby has a strong heartbeat which was hard to even get a number on since every time she would whack me her heart rate would rise. So it was between 130 and 142 for quite awhile.

I gained 3 pounds this week which is odd considering I can't hardly eat much due to feeling constantly full and sick.

She told me I should not be gaining much more weight and that the baby should be about maxed out about now. Lets hope so. I have already calculated my weight loss and what I should be wearing of my old clothes on which holidays next year. (I have to have something to look forward to)

B is feeling better which is a relief. He is about maxed out as far as staying locked up in the house goes.

I should be visiting the hospital within the next week or so for a blood draw, tour and paperwork.

And am on weekly Dr. visits now.

It is getting so close....

36 Weeks

B has a cold....what a PITA. All he wants to do is play, but he feels like shit. How do you tell him to lay down?

I even tried to take one for the team and lay down with him, but no luck.

I have been a hand washing freak since we discovered his snot nose yesterday. I can't get sick.

I am also a complete stress case trying to get prepared. I am not sure why, considering I am pretty much on my way however, I think I just need to be stressed about something at all times these days.

I made my final shopping list for household items and baby things. The household items list is beyond long.....luckily I have both kids out of school because I can fill up 2 shoping carts at Costco like nothing, so this way we can have 3 carts. Not kidding. Hey - 1 Box of sixe 5 diapers takes up half one cart, now I need size 1 too? Plus toilet paper, ect....

Today was productive as far as Christmas goes. I wrapped a ton of presents. Mike and Jesse hung all 16 trillion Christmas lights, and Janee and I decorated the house. We are actually only a week and a half early so I guess for that week and a half we will be the freak shows of the canyon. But at least it is off my to-do list.

Mike surprised me today with a late anniversary gift. A few cookie sheets, 2 pizza sheets and a cheese slicer. The cookie sheets are because I am to cheap to buy good ones because they get ruined around here..and the cheese slicer is much needed. How romantic is my husband? The topper of the whole thing was after I opened it he, asked me if he was good to go for the rest of the year.