I am not giving up high heels

I don't care if they are uncomfortable, I just can't give up heels. Just want to be tall, I guess. Well, they are one of the only things that make me feel normal and not just fat and pregnant :)

These last days seem to be going by sooooo sllloooowww. Really, can't this kid make up it's mind and just decide to come out already!?! My doctor appointments are weekly from here on out. I will say that getting 'checked' is one of the most uncomfortable things about pregnancy, but it is almost worth it just to watch Jereme squirm in the corner. Clearly he is NOT excited about the whole delivery thing. I actually think he may pretend to pass out just to get out of the room :) Wouldn't make a difference, I'd follow him right out screaming until he woke up!

Anyways, I've started to dilate, which I will take as a good sign. My mid-wife says I have at least another week in me, but wouldn't be surprised if I went before the due date. YIPPEE!!! I started asking this week to be induced. Now, I knew that I'd be told no, but it doesn't hurt to ask. Just drives me nuts no knowing when it is going to happen. Patience is a virtue, patience is a virtue, patience is a virtue.

Jereme is officially done with US Bank. It's a good thing really. He hated it there. Hopefully something will come along soon enough. If not, that's ok too. In the mean time he's been temping in my office. Everyone already knows him and they seem to be amused to have him helping out, so it has worked out well. Plus double pay (he's still on severance) is an added bonus right now. Probably won't last too much longer, but I am thanking my lucky stars to have my chauffeur back.

Will try to keep everyone up to date as the big day gets closer and closer. If anything happens, you'll probably hear me screaming from St. Paul, so you'll know :)

One month to go

Finally, the countdown has brought me to the last month. I couldn't be more happy, more excited, and a little nervous. At the end of this week, most books deem me at term. Now I know that the chances of me actually having this baby in the next three weeks are unlikely, but I can't seem to not let myself drift into thinking... will it be this week?

The last trimester has certainly been interesting. I never in my life have thought that I would look at garbage on the floor and say, "it just isn't worth picking up." Seriously, bending over to do, well, just about anything is mostly out of the question. I roll off the couch and bed rather than attempting to pull myself up. Strangely enough, I don't feel top heavy. Not like I am going to tip over just standing up. Just plain lazy pretty much.

And the heartburn...what the heck is up with that! Jereme and I both sing the Tums song everyday because I gobble one down pretty much after every meal. At least they help a little, but I've never had heartburn before, so it's weird to have. Makes me almost consider not eating certain foods... I said almost! I still love food, always have, probably always will. I try to keep it down to one treat per day, but then I usually talk myself into two. Oh well, as long as I'm not gaining too much weight and I continue to eat other healthly things, right?

I think we've finally passed all of our planned events until the baby is born, which means no more Sara Sober Cab! I told Jereme that for these last couple of weeks he needs to stay sober enough to drive me to the hospital, just in case. Wishful thinking... I think. Regardless, I'm not even going to attempt to stay up past midnight these last couple of weeks, just makes me to cranky.

And just when I thought I couldn't get any bigger, my tummy popped even more. This is ridiculous. Even the stretchy pants don't stretch enough. Jereme's old USCM sweats are the best. I wear them with a matching sweater and Jereme calls me the gray crayon. I don't care, its comfy. At least I still dress up for work :) Will post pics next week.

Alas, I need a nap. Check in next week!

Not your average appointment

My child wants to make its presense know and in a BIG way! This past week we had our 34 week appointment (I'm behind again... I am 35 weeks now). Everything started out normal. I hit the 20lb mark, yuk. The baby is measuing about 4.5 - 5 lbs and the doctor tells us that it probably won't be bigger than 7 lbs at delivery. Then we went to check the heart rate, which was fine at first, but then all of a sudden dropped really low. So, the doctor has us move to another machine to montitor things a little better. The rate continues to be kind of all over the place high for a second, then low for a long time. Before I know it, a bunch of people rush into the room and start me on oxygen and getting an IV ready. Poor Jereme is shoved into the corner as they call an ambulance. Moments later the baby moves and the heart rate goes back to normal. They think that the baby just happened to lay on the unbilical cord when they were checking me, which I guess is something that probably happens all the time and goes unnoticed.
None-the-less, I still ended up having to go to the hospital for additional monitoring. By the time I got there my blood pressure was through the roof, go figure, so then they had to run another series of tests on my kidneys and liver to make sure all was ok. Also got another ultra sound and the baby was just fine. Five hours later, we're sent home perfectly healthy. Sure gave us a good scare and probably a hefty bill tho! Better safe than sorry I guess.

Funny thing is that it was Jereme's last day on the job, so he ended up showing up really, really late, whoops! His office threw us a surprise baby shower and happy hour, which was really nice. Needless to say, he will never forget his last day!

Appointments start weekly next visit, whoo hoo! They told me at the hospital that I am having a lot of small contractions already, but none that are consistant. And, I'm not dialated at all. After this last visit, I am ok with holding off on delivery for another couple of weeks :)

So long 2008, Hello 2009!

It feels good to have 2008 behind me. Not that it was an incredibly good or bad year, but it was long... being that I was pregnant for half of it! Most years I dread ending just because it means I am going to be another year older; this time it was the least of my concerns. We did manage to go 'out' for New Years, which was nice. I made it past mid-night! Whoo hoo!

X-mas was good too. Lots of family, lots of kids running around. I can't believe we're adding to the chaos! Check out the pic with the boys. I think this is the brief moment in time that we actually got them to stop running. They are just too sweet to not show off! Then there is the annual pic in front of the tree; doesn't my hubby look excited to be in a picture :)

Oh and because I am WAY behind in adding my belly shot, here is a picture of that too! This is 33 weeks. I know I just saw most of you, but this gives a more realistic perspective of my big 'tank' as Jereme is now calling it. I think that some clothes hide it :)

Jereme's last week of work is this week. I'm a little sad in that we won't be so close to each other everyday (oops, I almost threw up in my own mouth as I was typing that. Did we really become 'that' couple?). I kinda got used to having him drive everyday. Who knows, we might actually have him stay at home until his CFP test is over with this summer. Lots and lots of studying required. Of course he'll continue to explore his options, but for now, we've decided to let our worries lie with becoming parents. Whatever the path, I am sure we'll be fine.

As tradition in most families, mine threw me a wonderful baby shower this past weekend. Thank you!!! Now to try and find homes for everything. I kind of went into panic mode last night when I realized that I'd have to 'share' bathroom space with baby supplies. Maybe we need a bigger place... or maybe I just need to clean out even more stuff. Regardless, I ended my night by lying in bed and realizing that this was pretty much going to be the way it is for the rest of my life... always trying to find more room for stuff. Be it mine or my childs :) I'm pretty sure I still have things at my parents! Ha!