Yes...Yes I'm still here.

Mr. Sloth just feels awful. Aside from the fact that I could be in labor at anytime which would be extra exhausting for him, he's trying to prepare to be away from work for a few days. That stress isn't helping. It's not like he can just take a few days off. A few days off could mean no mortgage next month so the poor guy has to work no matter what. So the poor guy has to prepare as much as possible and hope nothing catastrophic happens while I'm in labor.

I can't tell how I feel. I very well could have what he has now, but seeing as we were up half the night with Demand who knows the cause of my tiredness. Demand woke up screaming around 2:30am. (We'd much prefer I wake up screaming at this point.) When I got to her room she was at the gate and without discussion when I opened the gate she bolted for our room. Ok, then. She apparently needed to sleep in our bed.

So Mr. Sloth was sick and already feeling a lack of space. (Yes, he's brave enough to complain about lack of space at this point) Demand and her very urine soaked diaper basically sat on my belly and slept on my entire pillow. Finally I decided to head downstairs, but Mr. Sloth, in so many words, begged to take my place. So Demand and I tried to make it work in our bed. She woke up a few times crying. At one point I decided giving her a sippy cup of water might help. Of course she had to come with me to get it which woke Mr. Sloth up because toddlers only have one volume setting at 4am. Being in the kitchen reminded her that she hadn't eaten a good dinner so she tried to persuade me to feed her cereal. I could feel the glares from Mr. Sloth, only feet away on the couch, even though I know his eyes were shut. Finally we went back up and she fell asleep, the water worked. At 7:10am I rolled over and she was awake. I told her to go downstairs and tell Daddy to give her breakfast.

She said thank you.

I walked he to the hall to make sure she had enough light to get downstairs. As I climbed back in bed I heard her talking to me and then saw her and her super sad face in the doorway. She wanted her doll but her doll was in her dark bedroom. So I had to get that and then I looked back to see her trying to balance not only her doll and sippy cup but now her highchair as well. In exhausted frustration I grabbed everything and headed downstairs. Mr. Sloth exhausted as well heard the ruckus and asked what was up. I managed to verbalize enough language to express my desire for her to eat breakfast. Which he rightful understood as "You take her I'm getting some sleep".

I slept about an hour before having to get up. I made big plans for Demand and I today to pass the time in case baby was still enjoying it's seclusion. We had a 9am chiropractors appointment and then we were off to the mall for some walking until lunch.

After lunch Demand got a bath after a pooping incident. She was actually excited for naptime as it meant she got to wear her new jammies I picked up at the mall for her. However, excited for a nap and taking a nap are two different concepts. Mr. Sloth told her to go to sleep countless times including at least one diaper change, and when I finally went in to release her at 3pm she wasn't wearing a diaper. I knew this would happen with a night gown.

Sidekick happens to be coming home early tonight which means we can have our spicy dinner before CCD and not at 9pm. We almost have Wild Wings on Wednesdays or Thursdays.

It's a little after 3pm now. Plenty of time for baby to come, but as far as I know baby is not coming. (So don't ask.)

Baby Stealer!

So I didn't need coffee. I was just in a bad mood all day. I'm hoping it's a new batch of hormones that will inspire this child to come out and join the rest of us.

Remember how I was hoping the full moon would help? Well someone I know online, who was due on Valentines, stole my full moon. An hour after we spoke of 'hoping the full moon would help' she went into labor and is now holding her son.

It's all coming back to me now. The days past the due date. People having babies early, me having nothing to do but mope. People asking "No baby?". OF COURSE THERE'S NO BABY, YOU'D KNOW IF THERE WAS A BABY!!!!!

To make matters worse Mr. Sloth caught a cold this weekend and is now feeling really crappy; achy everywhere, sore throat... Lovely. He told me if I went into labor he'd be completely useless.

Greaaaaat.

Luckily Demand was decently laid back today. She didn't nap though and she wanted to go sledding all day but there's no snow on the hill anymore. She'd also convinced herself that we were going to chiropractors this afternoon so she was obviously upset when we didn't go to the chiropractors but went down for a nap instead.

We made it through though. We danced, we painted, we both bathed, we made a fort and played with a flashlight, and walked to the mail box. I finally got the package we'd been waiting for so now I'm trying to figure out a new baby carrier while I'm still pregnant, which is rather tricky.

Tomorrow is the Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes and it is the year of St. Bernadette. Having a baby tomorrow would be delightful, but I should probably just make plans to fill the day. Perhaps after our 9am chiropractor appointment Demand and I can head to the mall. Our options are endless there, although being frustrated about still being pregnant might entice me to spend money. Then if I'm still pregnant by dinner time I guess I'll be heading to CCD and back home for some recorded television. (Whoopie!)

Maybe I should do my Bible Study for Thursday in hopes that Murphy's Law will prevent me from going? Now that I think of it, I should probably plan a class for CCD tomorrow in case I have to show up there, too.

Well if you hear from me tomorrow I'm only going to be more angry and moody. So I don't know if you're going to want to read.

D-Day!!!

Here we are. 40 weeks pregnant and no baby yet. We had big hopes for a baby last night with a full moon and everything but no baby. Actually it was a teaser. Around 10:30pm I started feeling things, but nothing progressed enough and by 2am there was nothing.

Now I'm just tired, sore and crabby.

I wouldn't usually reveal 'feeling anything' because "some people" call and ask about it which doesn't help. Sorry, it's true.

Things are definitely not as planned, not that we thought they would be. Back in June when we found out we were expecting this baby we never would have dreamed that it would be in the 40's and raining on our due date. Very odd. Yesterday Demand and I went sledding down our hill (Because that's what you do the day before your due date.) But 90% of our snow is gone due to the rain. No sledding today. We all went to the gym last night. I thought of going back again today but I don't know if I feel like it. Maybe Demand and I could head to a mall and walk around.

My other complaint is that we were supposed to get a package in the mail yesterday and of course it never showed up. How is it that two days ago a package can be three states away and yet it leaves the warehouse in our town 8pm Sunday night and can't get here until days later??? The package has a new baby carrier I ordered and I want to play with it before baby comes.


Hmmm, I'm starting to think that I shouldn't blog before I've had coffee. Maybe I'll update later.

39 weeks!!

Ok, I'm laughing in one picture (Because baby was moving and it was grossing Obscure out) so I have two
pictures.

 

 

Lame!

Yesterday my doctors appointment was canceled and moved to today. I luckily had the know-with-all to check my messages yesterday as I pulled out of the driveway since it's a good 20+ minute drive to my doctors, so I didn't waste my time.

So since my appointment was today and I'm more or less 39 1/2 weeks pregnant and I won't have another appointment until I'm past my due date, I caved in and let the doctor check and see where I was (some people don't know that internal checks are optional). Lame. Same place I was at 37 weeks. See this is one reason I don't get checked every week. If I have my appointment next week I'll be three days over due. SOMETHING better be a bit different by then.

We should be too surprised though. I mean dilation can mean nothing, at least it's not a good indicator of when you'll go into full labor.


Demand is starting to spread false rumors about baby. Apparently she told the child care woman at the fitness center that I had had the baby already and then she told another Bible Study mother that I was having a girl. Eh, that's what you get when you ask a 2 1/2 year old. She has changed her story though. For months she was saying boy and now it's all girl. I have a feeling it has to do with finding out only a girl can wear dresses like her.

For as adorable, sweet, loving, and pure as it is I'm getting really sick of Demand smothering baby with affection. I can't walk past her without her lifting my shirt and kissing, hugging (roughly), or talking to the baby in my belly. And as always her hands are freezing. This baby has no idea what it's getting into.

Right now we're hoping baby comes tomorrow because it's Saturday and works for everyone. Other than that we're thinking Monday. Two reasons (1) full moon, lots of babies born on a full moon and (2) one of my friends is saying a novena for me that ends on Monday.

Other than wondering if 'today is the day' life has been same old, same old. I have started to only plan meals for a few days at a time. I don't want to have fresh food for a week of meals only to have the food go bad because I went into labor. Tonight was easy. We don't eat meat on Fridays so it was just cheese pizza, tomorrow we have a 'couples with young children dinner' through our Church, and Sunday is dinner for Grandpa's birthday. (Sunday is also our 9 year dating anniversary), so at least there won't be too much cooking needed this weekend.

Tomorrow is Mr. Sloth's morning off. I mentioned before how it was his morning last Saturday but since I was still kinda sick and he had to do a good deal of parenting while brewing beer I gave him a bi-week. He's 'supposedly' getting up early to work somewhere (a library I guess) and Demand and I will hang tight here. I'm hoping to do a webcast with my parents (they don't know that yet) because that always takes a lot of time and little energy for me, and then I bought a bunch of Pillsbury pre-rolled cookie sheets so I thought Demand and I could just cut out some cookies, bake them, and frost them. I actually hate making cookie dough and this way there's no mess other than decorating. I'll bring her table and chairs downstairs which she loves.

She doesn't know what she's doing tomorrow but she knows it's with me and that it's special. It's the only way I got her to go to up to bed. Mr. Sloth and I went out for a mini-date after dinner. We just went up the street for dessert. We couldn't have been gone for more than 45 minutes, but it still counts as a date. I brought back my left over "White Chocolate Raspberry Mousse Torte" which Demand spotted right away. "CAKE!!" I let her have a few bites before the bed-time breakdown began.

Since I'm no longer in public I think I'll change back into my comfy clothes for the rest of the night. Hopefully our busy weekend plans either act as Murphy's Law and we go into labor or we're busy enough to forget.

Take Two

Today I'm officially 39 weeks, but since we don't know when this one is coming out it doesn't mean too much. Yesterday Mr. Sloth and I both woke up with a feeling that this one is hunkerin down for another full week so we may be here a while. Afterall, Demand was five days late. That's 10 days from now.

Life goes on as planned.

I was able to roll out of bed a bit early today in hopes of being ahead of the game. I think it worked, but I'm sure how the result is supposed to look like. I spent forty-five minutes to myself downstairs and when I went upstairs I could hear Demand reading in her room. (Oops! Forgot to have the monitor on) I tried for ten minutes to get us dressed and ready so we could head to Mass (I love the Feast of St. Blaise) but finally had to concede that it was too late. Demand was excited to be dressed before noon though. We split left over cake-cakes (pancakes) with blueberry syrup. I don't remember much of what Mr. Sloth did but he left the house around 9am. Demand and I then assumed our old play and clean routine.

After cleaning a bit of the downstairs I decided it would be a good idea to attempt to re-bath Demand while I picked up the upstairs. Re-bathe, you ask? Well Sunday Demand didn't have a nap and even though we were at Sidekicks' house for the SuperBowl with people and food, Demand wanted to go home. I told her that if we went home she had to take a bath and go to bed. She said, "Ok". Well then.

On the four-foot walk home she told me it was a nice party but did express her disappointment over the lack of cake. We went straight upstairs and started her bath. She was in serious need of a cleaning so I let her soak a bit, but about seven minutes in I heard the dreaded words. "Poop. Poop."

Ugh.

So I took her out and put her on the toilet while I drained the tub. She really wanted her bath, but after waiting five minutes in the nude Demand decided she'd rather have her jammies on (code: let's just go to bed).

So her bath Sunday was a failure. So today we tried again. Three minutes into the bath I heard. "Poop, momma."

Seriously?!

I had JUST washed out the tub. So I drained the tub, cleaned the tub, and refilled the tub. It's a good thing I was in a pleasant mood today I guess.

After lunch Demand and I played grocery store for a while before she suspiciously agreed to naptime. We had a tight schedule though as the whole Sloth family was heading to the dentist around 3:30pm. Demand of course was sound asleep when it was time to go so we had to do the unthinkable and wake a sleeping (and adorable) child.

She was not pleased.

She did fall asleep in the car though. Demand was nervous which isn't like her, she loves the doctor and the chiropractor, perhaps she was picking up on Mr. Sloth's nervousness. When I told her this morning that she was going to the dentist and the dentist would look in her mouth she said, "Where's my daddy?". She often says this when she's hesitant about some of my choices. It's quite funny.

The appointment went well though. I may have broken a few records though. I'm apparently the "most pregnant" patient our dentist has seen and while Demand and I waited for Mr. Sloth to finish I gave her a sucker for going potty. How many parents give their children suckers AT the dentists office??

No shame here.

So that was our Tuedays. Tomorrow we teach CCD and to be honest I'm hoping I go into labor first because I'll have both 9th grade classes which means 12 ninth grade boys. AND Mr. Sloth had them last year so I know how bad it could be.

C'mon baby!!

Blah!

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.