Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Nope

Well today was week 40's check up and nothing is happening folks, nothing at all. Apparently the problem isn't getting the baby in there it's getting it to come out. I didn't meet with my doctor today, instead I met his resident and she was very nice. I had been practicing my speech of why I needed to be induced on Friday night, a mere 2 days overdue and had spent all day trying to find the courage to fight the fight. But walking into a new doctor caused me to loose all my nerve and, you've guessed it folks there most likely will not be a baby here until sometime between October 14-18. Immediately following my appointment I drowned my sorrows in a pint of Slurpee. Then I came home and cried for an hour while watching Trading Spaces. Nick just sat there next to me looking completely mistified as to what to do. I didn't care. I let that snot run down my face and onto my chest, I mean something had to glisten-I have definitely lost my pregnant glow. I would post a picture for you all, but I officially do not fit in any of my maternity clothes and so I look like stretch marked trailer trash, and I prefer not to share that. I think when I wear Nick's sweat pants to church on Sunday no one will come up to me and say "Oh, I hoped I wouldn't see you today." or "You're not supposed to be here-there's supposed to be an announcement about you today.". Yep, those are actual comments from last Sunday. Fun. And the thing is I'm not doing anything else to post about. I usually sit on my couch and scrapbook at my coffee table, but my belly now prohibits that. I get winded and completely exhausted merely picking up Isabella's toys after she has gone to bed. I think this child has to be about 30cm long because the only semi comfortable position to be in is laying down completely flat on my side, but only for a short time until my side begins to ache, and then I roll to my back until my kidneys mutiny and then I try the other side, and then back again. Seriously. Last night I sat in bed trying to read for a while, (oh yeah I forgot to mention we also all have severe head colds), as my head was going to explode whenever I lay down and the pain of those Braxton Hicks seriously had me thinking I was in labor. Nope. Just the fact that this kid can simultaneously be in the birth canal and my esophagus. Again, fun times. It's almost enough to make me never do it again, almost.

6 comments:

Angella said...

Poor girl!!!!!!

I'm praying fervently for that baby to get moving!

I've had a few people tell me that raspberry LEAF tea (not raspberry tea) gets the party started. Worth a try...

(HUGS)

motherinlaw said...

Amanda, We love you.

Maybe it is a good sign that you have a bad cold. I was sick like that when I had Nick.lol

Amanda said...

Oh, Amanda. How terrible. I hope the baby surprises you and the docs and just makes a sudden (and safe) entrace TONIGHT!

Jen said...

C'mon baby! Hang in there Amanda. Literally any day now.

Elizabeth said...

I agree with Jen. COME ON BABY!!!!!!!
Good luck Amanda. I'm praying for a safe and fast delivery and a painless and absolutely blissful last few prego days.

Mom said...

Oh, sweetie! I hope the baby comes soon, very soon! Nick can only console you right now - maybe rub your back if you like but just sitting there with you is about it - I'm sure he feels as helpless as can be! Lots of steam for the head cold - you and Belle could sit in the bathroom with the door closed and the hot water running and read even. I have heard of a lot of people who get pretty bad colds right before baby comes - so here's hoping!