Well, the Blueberry sure loves her luxury accommodations and 24hr buffet.
Yesterday we woke up and realized that we had absolutely no plans for the 4th. It never occurred to me that she would not come by then. I was always planning on being in the hospital for the holiday.
Well, we decided to go to the parade, then had lunch with friends and, of course, spent the afternoon at the pool. David went to watch the fireworks in the evening while I had a glorious 12-hour sleep.
This morning we had our doc appt and were sent to the hospital for non-stress testing. They monitored the Blueberry’s heartbeat, my nonexisting contractions, and they also did an ultrasound to check on the amniotic fluid levels. We are in top shape.
I felt so odd when I got up today. Emotionally that is. Finally I realized I was awfully and terribly lonely. I really thought she would be in my arms by now. I love her so much.
It is finally raining after over month and a half. I love the smell of rain.
Now, I am going to open all the windows and take a nap.
Yep, we are still a 2-in-1 package.
I spend as much time as possible in the pool. I am ridiculously tanned.
Sunday was awful–no peaches, no Macey’s ice-cream, and no pool. Longest 24 hours of my life. I did the dishes 3 times and took a cold shower half way through the day to keep myself somewhat wet. Life on dry land is rough.
A few pregnancy related thoughts
- if one more person says, “You look like you are ready to pop.” , I am going to stab them in the eye.
- if one more person says anything about the size of my belly, I am going to stab them in the eye.
- if one more person touches my belly, I am going to stab them in the eye.
- if one more person uses the word “gyno”, I am going to stab them in the eye.
- if one more person uses the word “prego”, I am going to stab them in the eye.
- if one more person asks me how dilated I am, I am going to stab them in the eye.
- if one more person gives me unsolicited advice, I am going to stab them in the eye.
- if one more person describes their birth to me, I am going to stab them in the eye.
- if one more person talks to me about how hard the first few weeks are, I am going to stab them in the eye.
Moral of the story: wear goggles.
This morning David proclaims in disbelief,” Wow, Honey, you are wearing pants!”
Yep. I was at home and I was dressed.
While clothing was a staple of my past BR life…for the last two weeks I simply run around in David’s old shirts and not much else.
It is just too hot. Plus putting on clothing takes energy which I save for only two two activities–floating in the pool and eating peaches.
Seriously, I am really feeling terrific. I love my Blueberry. I think she will come either Sat, next Tues (full moon) or next Weds (July 4th).
Spent the whole afternoon yesterday at the pool.
I love to float.
I want to float until the Blueberry is born.
David came for a little bit to join me.
I love seeing him during the day.
July 3rd (next Tues) is full moon and some of my friends are convinced that the Blueberry will come then.
It is so odd for someone like me who has each day planned to the second to be in a situation where my life is about to be completely turned upside down and have no control.
I registered to vote yesterday!
Last night David and I had our possibly last carefree date night.
We went to a new restaurant in Orem called Shabu Shabu House. The restaurant in based on Japanese style of cooking where each dinner guest has its own heat element and cooks the meal himself. First you make a flavorful broth, throw in your veggies, and cook your meat. You cook the meant for only about 30-40 seconds as it is sliced paper thin. You dip the meat in variety of sauces and eat it with rice. Finally, you cook your noodles and eat the broth and veggies as a soup. David absolutely loved it.
Afterwards, we headed to the movies to see Wrath of the Titans which, frankly, is hardly a masterpiece.
Anyway, how much does a babysitter cost? How do you find one that guarantees child’s survival?
Chants from Germany v. Greece EURO 2012 match:
Germans: If it were not for Angie (Merkel), you would not even be here.
Greeks: We will never pay you back.
I love Europe.
Despite all odds, we assembled the jogging stroller. Including the cupholder!!!
It is huge.
I am suspecting it is a refurbished tank.
I wonder if we need to register it with the DMV???
Frankly, I would not be surprised if it had a better crash test rating than a Dodge Ram.
Peaches are on sale!!!!
Wal-Mart due to its price match guarantee was selling peaches for $.50/pound.
So we are currently the lucky owners of 30 lbs of peaches.
If I were not pregnant I would can them, as is, I will freeze some (according to LJ’s wisdom) and eat the rest. Should last me maybe a week.
We finally have our birth plan printed out and ready. David insisted that it say “We request participation in the baby’s last bath” instead of “We request participation in the baby’s first bath”. He maintains that it is a brilliant scheming strategy to check if the nurses have actually read it.
Why in the name of all that is holy do strollers require PhDs??????????????
Yesterday after a 15 minute battle with a Graco stroller frame at Babies’r'Us I finally asked an assistant for instruction on to collapse it. She worked her voodoo magic and the stubborn thing folded. Of course, after she left I spent another 15 minutes in vain trying to figure out how to bring it back to life. I was so furious that I just left this devil’s carriage smack in the middle of the isle to relish in its superior intelligence.
Today our awesome jogging stroller came. I did not even attempt to figure out how to install the wheels but humbly decided to tackle attaching the cup holders. Total and utter failure. I think I might have a better chance at assembling a space rocket than a stroller.
George, my faithful Taurus, also failed me today. He squeaks. We replaced the timing belt pulley but he still squeaks. Today I brought him to the mechanic to have a second look. Of course, George, terrified of the mechanic, ran like a Lamborghini. I am sure the moment I am behind the wheel he will go back to squeaking like a piglet.
David was hilarious this morning. I told him I was going to make my own Hooter Hider and the good man refused to believe that this was a real and official term and not one created by my twisted mind. He said he was surprised I did not come up with “The Tit Tent”. I laughed about it all morning.
I have so much to do that this morning I got exhausted just writing my to-do list. How do people ever get bored???
I had my baby shower on Saturday. It was beautiful. I felt special and spoiled.
We now have a car seat to take the baby home in and have installed it in David’s car. I attached the car seat cover I had made. LOVE IT. We had the car seat in the house for the afternoon and unconsciously tiptoed around it because the cover made it look like there was a baby asleep in inside.
Ken and Larainne have generously purchased us a jogging stroller!!! I am sooooooo excited. Of course I dont jog but it will be perfect for walks and hiking. It is arriving on Wednesday and I cannot wait.
We had a wonderful Father’s Day dinner with Jonnie, Jennie plus friend, Ken and Larainne. So good to be all together.
I am so grateful for my Dad who is the most amazing person I know. I am so grateful for David who will be the perfect Dad to my little Blueberry. I am a very lucky girl.
David really has been fabulous through this whole pregnancy process. He has gone to every appointment with me, he moved his office and set up the nursery, he helps me get in/out of bed, he tells me every day that my belly is sexy, he has supported all my decisions regarding the delivery, he has let me purchase pretty much anything I have wanted for the baby and the nursery, he got people at work to donate no-longer needed baby items, and on and on. Seriously fabulous.
Last night was the first night I dreamed about the baby. She arrived early. She arrived at the house. Out of nowhere I was telling David that I can see her head and then he came over to the living room and with the next push he received the baby. I just asked him to make sure the cord was not around her neck and to call 911.
As I was falling asleep this nappy afternoon, I started thinking that indeed at any moment I can start feeling contractions. Insane. I can be mommy any day now. It blows my mind.
My OCD is pretty active right now. Diapers are in neat stacks. Clothes in size categories. Baby announcement stamps and labels ready.
The link is to an article about the proposed ban on the sale of large sodas in NYC. Apparently the panel is also eyeing large popcorn containers and milk drinks.
This is an outrage and a direct attack on personal liberty.
How can they have the audacity to tell people what to eat and in what quantities??? It is my body. It is my prerogative to smoke and live off of hamburgers if I choose to.
What if they target peaches next?????????????????????
I must create a secret stock pile.