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Well I kicked off the weekend with a bizarre illness which made an other wise busy weekend even more full. We didn't think much of the illness at first. In fact we thought it might be early signs of labor. Thursday night I was dizzy and nauseous. Because I'd had a doctors appointment that day I knew my blood pressure was good (normally ridiculously low it was average being pregnant).Friday morning Mr. Sloth woke up around 7:30am and said, "Bad night, huh?" I then revealed the full extent of my now full blown illness and the chaos began. Mr. Sloth had to put on his "Mr. Mom" cap while trying to work full time as well.

Around 9:30am he had arrangements made for the Demand until nap time. Luckily, we're prepared for baby's arrival so all Mr. Sloth had to do was grab her already packed bag and head to a friends house. Mr. Sloth brought Demand back for nap time, she of course didn't fall asleep and when I heard her at the gate in her doorway saying "Momma, where are you?" I had no choice but to have pity and release her. Of course it was then she revealed to me how full her diaper was. Luckily I hadn't "been ill" for over an hour and I was able to change her lovely gift of a diaper. While we watched a show together I decided it might be a good idea to call the doctor and head to the hospital for some fluids. Mr. Sloth being only minutes away headed over and started to get Demand ready. After a sequence of phone calls our trip was put on hold indefinately, but we got a call from another volunteer babysitter and off Demand went until dinner.


Oh, and if you haven't caught on yet, it wasn't pre-labor I was having I was just sick. The "medical team" speculates food poisoning, but we can't find a source seeing as not only was no one else sick in the house but Demand eats directly off my plate 90% of the time (whether I like it or not) and she didn't seem phased in the slightest. I do have to say, that starting labor off that way would have been awful. I don't wish that upon anyone. Pain I can handle, nausea...bring the drugs. I also had to accept that whatever way we were prepared for labor/delivery/baby wise was as good as it was going to get being sick as I was, if it was early labor. To make matters more difficult every piece of laundry in the house was dirty so the one pair of pants that fit me were at the bottom of some pile. Between that and the six comfort baths I took that day I gave up completely on clothes. I knew I was feeling better when I felt compelled to put a shirt on.

Honestly the rest of the night is a blur so I can't share much. I do know that Mr. Sloth and I slept apart hoping to each get a good nights rest. We did.

When I woke up feeling better Mr. Sloth was elated because it meant he could have his morning off as planned. However, after a few hours, I realized I may have pushed myself a bit and crashed for a 2 1/2 hour nap and Mr. Sloth's morning off was spoiled. He even had to put Demand down for a nap. I've offered him next Saturday off since I was sick the equivalent of three days last week making his life twice as difficult.

So we're down to a week until my due date, but if you consider that Demand was five days late I could still have a good two weeks left. Ugh. But at least now we have the car seat installed and most everything else prepared. I should probably stop using baby's bed as a catch all for laundry so as not to smother our child upon their arrival.

Demand is beyond ready for baby's arrival. It's sad to say that I'm a bit sick of her lifting my shirt to kiss, rub, hug, poke my belly. She can't walk past me with out talking to baby and showing some kind of physical affection which usually involves cold hands and the touching of my belly button, a very big NO-NO in my world. I don't mind people touching my belly. In fact I encourage it, but the first thing I say is "DON'T TOUCH MY BELLY BUTTON". My mother quickly learned her lesson with this issue, then again she's the only person not to ask but just to dive right in with the genie rub.

I guess that's it. Unless our night gets interesting I suppose I'll be writing again tomorrow.