Tuesday

Today is Tuesday, and the last day of my 6-day weekend. Sad. I have to go back to work tomorrow. Which is fine, I have to go sometime. Besides, it won't be long before I'm off of work for quite a while anyway. I should probably try and work as much as possible before Sofie makes her appearance and I have to go on maternity leave. It's hard to work more than 9 hours a day though. I get so TIRED. I hit a wall around 2pm, so I have been going in extra early so that I can get my entire day in by that time and then some extra so I can leave early on Fridays.

I'm hungry. I want ice cream. I might get some after my pedicure.

Husband was supposed to go fishing today but... the weather forecast has strong storms and wind for the afternoon. Since he's still sound asleep, I think that by the time he gets up, fishing is going to be a no-go. He and his buddy will have to find something else to do. I hear it isn't safe to be out on a boat when there is wind and lightning.

I finally got my thank-you cards written out from my work-baby shower. I'll bring them to work tomorrow since I'm not there today.

Notes on the pregnancy...

So far I've been lucky enough to only have my feet swell up twice, both times from just being on them for too long. Now that the humid weather has started to set in, I know it's only a matter of time before my feet look bad. So I think today I'll go and get a pedicure so that they can look nice for at least a day or two. My polish is all peeling anyway. I tried to remove it myself the other day, and that was hilarious. I am glad nobody saw! My belly is in the way and if I bend over wrong or even try to reposition myself in bed, it's really painful. Just a few more weeks though!

My most recent appointment was last week Friday. She's measuring ahead still. I asked the midwife if this means that my uterus is just big or if it means that Sofie is bigger. She said it could be either one. There's no concern regarding the possibility of her being ahead because I don't have gestational diabetes, but it is possible that the due date may be slightly off, OR Sofie is just growing faster. She said they aren't wanting to check just yet, but if I haven't had her by 38 weeks, we'll have an ultrasound. If she's good sized, they'll induce me at 39 weeks if they feel it would be better for me. Which is good. I'm thinking she'll just come early on her own though.

She's super active all the time. She is head down as well, which is good. I figured she was based on where I was feeling most of her kicking, but they checked just to make sure, and she is definitely head down. I think she wants out. Sometimes I feel like her foot is going to bust right through my belly. She needs to cook a little longer. But I will be surprised if we make it to July 27th. Watch, now that I said that, I'll go until the first week of August...

I have my baby shower this upcoming Sunday. I'm really excited and happy that my friends and my mom are doing that for me.

Nothing much more to say right now. I need to find something to eat. Do you like wallpapers? I do. Here's one. I stole it off of Flickr. I have no idea who to give credit to. Sorry. But it's pretty.

it always turns toward food.

Conversations, that is. With pregnant women. I never really noticed it, but my friend is right. See e-mail thread:

Me: I stopped having dreams of Husband being gay. Now I've been dreaming of black musicians or movie stars delivering my baby. Last night it was Morgan Freeman. He was narrating the entire process like he does in nature documentaries. I wanted him to shut up and he wouldn't. Then he started narrating about ME and why I was so upset and agitated.

The night before it was Lenny Kravitz. And before that it was Prince. Does Prince count as a black guy? I think he does. The night before THAT was some black TV star with an afro, and I think I may have seen him on Grey's Anatomy or some other medical drama. Or maybe it was John Legend.

On top of that, each time they deliver the baby, they just hand it over to me and I don't know what to do. In one of those dreams I was wheeled into a closet and the lights were turned off and everyone went to lunch.

Friend #1: I think Prince counts as a black gay guy. Hopefully once Husband gets home, you will be able to sleep better. Stop watching the Discovery Channel or any other documentary with Morgan Freeman. That might help, too.

Friend #2: Is Prince gay?

Is there a 50/50 chance that your baby might be black? I mean, since you're getting close to the end, maybe you are subconsciously worrying and fretting that the baby will be black and Husband will demand answers.

I know a chick who did that. Her man didn't suspect a thing. Until what should have been a white baby came out half black. OMG! Can you imagine?

Friend #1: Seriously he wears higher heels than (coworker A and coworker B) combined. Prince HAS to be gay. Hey, how did that family situation turn out?

Friend #2: I think he walked out of the delivery room! I didn't really know her. I knew of her though. It happened to the brother of a guy I was dating. I met the girl a few times while she was pregnant. Never saw her again after the baby was born. Saw the brother a few times afterward and he wasn't a happy camper. Didn't have much good to say about her.

Me: No kidding. That's stuff that only happens in movies. I can't imagine what it would be like to have that happen or know someone who had that happen. I wouldn't know what to say. It would be an awkward conversation. What do you say? Do you tell them, "I'm sorry that happened to you" and then offer them a cookie? Cookies always make me feel better. I have a feeling that cookies might not help with this situation though. Especially if they were Oreos. I love Oreos...

Friend #2: Pregnant women are SO fun to have conversations with. It always turns to food.

I didn't die......

Yes. It has been a while. I'm sorry. I could say that it's because I am busy. Or that I'm lazy. Or just really tired. I think it's a combination of all of those things. But a lot of stuff happened!

The last time I posted was about the diaper bag and the shopping. That was on a Friday. The following Sunday I felt really sick. Flu-like sick, and nasty things were happening to me. Monday I went to work and went home right away because I felt sick. As soon as I got home, I spent 20 minutes in the bathroom throwing up in a garbage can while I sat on the toilet doing... other things. It was pretty terrible. The puking didn't get better later on in the day either, and I wasn't able to keep any food or liquids down.

Off to the emergency room!

Seriously, who gets hospitalized for the flu? Me, apparently. Don't get the flu when you are pregnant. It doesn't act like a normal flu. It acts like a radioactive flu on steroids. It's horrible. HORRIBLE! I spent the night in labor and delivery. It was nice to know that the baby was fine, and I got to hear her heartbeat a lot. That was fun. I discovered Zofran, which I still have a prescription for and it's a total lifesaver when it comes to nausea. It also tastes like oranges.

I only had to stay in the hospital overnight. I was released the following afternoon. I was sick for about a week. Then I got better.

The following week was back to normal. On April 29th, my coworkers threw a baby shower for me and two other girls in the office. It was nice. I got a lot of nice things. I still have to do thank-you cards.

The following week started a three-week hiatus of mine and Husband's marriage. Okay, not really. But he did leave on 5/1/11 for his annual deployment and will not be back until 5/20/11. I'm super lonely now. And super tired. I am well aware of how much Husband does to help me but I'm even more aware of it now that he is gone and I have to do everything myself! But, I am managing, and I find that if you are forced to do something, after a while it isn't so bad. I have been eating like a college student though - by going to my mom and dad's for supper most nights. I also baked a casserole and have been eating that since Thursday of last week and I should probably throw it out. The plan today after work is to go home, do some laundry, and clean the bathroom. Huge events, let me tell you. It should be interesting to see what it feels like to bend down on my hands and knees to scrub the bathtub. BUT, the bathtub will be clean so that's exciting. You should strap a basketball to your belly and try to do things. Fun times!

Oh, I went to the park with a friend of mine and her babies last Saturday. We saw animals. There were bears. I enjoyed it.

I've also done other things recently. I baked a tuna casserole. It was mediocre. I'm not posting the recipe. I was totally craving it, and have been forcing myself to eat it (see above regarding said casserole) but I just can't finish it and will be throwing the rest out today. It's probably getting old anyway.

I've also been reading about raw/live vegan food and recipes, and let me tell you - a lot of it sounds really good. I'm sort of focused on sweets right now though. I figure, if I am going to eat something chocolaty, I might as well make it healthy. So, I did. I found this recipe for raw chocolate fudge cookies. I will make them again and blog the recipe now that I know it actually tastes good. I have another recipe for raw lemon cookies which I will also try. No, it isn't raw cookie dough. You use fresh unprocessed ingredients and you do not cook it. When you cook fruits and vegetables, the enzymes break down you don't get the health benefits. So my new goal is to learn how to make yummy things totally raw and pass them off as normal food. And eat them. And make my friends eat them. Or at least make Husband eat them.

So, that's it for now. Sorry for the lapse in posting. But I'm alive, I swear.