late night fun

well tonight i'm up too late, feeling nostalgic and remembering my wedding on the eve of our 3rd anniversary. i'm also feeling contractions, but have been assured that BabyTwo is just toying with me and will not be arriving a moment before his scheduled c-section on monday.

ironically, after weeks of anxious anticipation now that the big day is almost here i'd really be ok if Babytwo wanted to stay put for a while longer. i like sleeping at night. really.

i just can't believe it's almost here. it seems like i blinked and now this pregnancy is almost over. in actuality i know there was about as much puking as there was blinking, and i know those days passed slowly.

but wow. soon, very soon, we will no longer be 3, but a family of 4. wow.

bad idea #4352

9 months pregnant + onion rings anywhere near bed time = misery

i hope i remember last night some day down the road when i miss being pregnant.

sometimes...

sometimes when i'm looking at or handling baby stuff i see a flash of Babytwo, all new and tiny. it makes me yearn (more than usual) to hold my littlest guy and see him longer. and it makes me cry a little because i love him so much already.

the psych person in me talking

i have very sadly begun to wonder if someone close to me is sabotaging things (consciously or unconsciously) because of their own bitterness that things didn't go they way they wanted for themselves. sigh.

just testing out room service at the hospital, that's all

Yesterday evening I had a small fall on the stairs. (I know, I know...be more careful...don't carry Little Guy down anymore...Hubby has already said it all!) I didn't fall very far at all and I landed on my back but my doctors office had me go in to the hospital to be checked. I went into observation and their standard rule is 4 hrs of monitoring for any 3rd trimester falls.

Everything looked great, Babytwo is active and has a great heart beat. But during the last hour of observation I started having medium strong contractions every other minute. They decided to admit me to monitor overnight, put me on an IV and ran some tests. All the tests came back fine and overnight the contractions slowed to a more normal non-labor rate. Everything looked so good they discharged me earlier than planned this AM and yea! I'm home now.

For the next few days I'm to take it easy, and if contractions pick up again I go back to the hospital. But for now everything is looking good!

the Blanket Nazi

We have a storage ottoman in our living room in which we keep our cozy throw blankets. Little Guy can generally not stand to see the blankets put away in said ottoman, but demands they must be out at all times.

Sometimes Little Guy will decide you're cold. He'll pile every single one of the blankets on top of you.

Sometimes you really are cold. You might presume to grab a blanket. Little Guy will set you straight. "Mine!" he'll tell you as rips it off you and discards it on the floor. Pleas ("But Little Guy I'm really really cold!") will get you no where. Neither will reasoning ("No, Little Guy, not yours. Mine!").

Finally you learn...the Blanket Nazi decides when and if you're cold. Oh, and also if every light in the house should be switched on.