Tuesday, October 03, 2006
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.
Posted by Amanda Franks at 5:42 PM