The Waiting Game

Well here we are, 39 weeks pregnant and feeling it.  My blood pressure has stabilized, (still high but not getting any higher) and all the other tests look great.  For a few days last week my doc was talking about inducing me this past Monday or Thursday, but now that everything looks good again, Baby Dinosaur is officially scheduled to launch his world tour on Monday, March 5th 2012.  Can't wait!

Poor Big Dinosaur, with all the back and forth with induction scheduling, he is just ready to have him here already.  He says, "It's like watching previews for a really great movie for 9 months then never getting to see it."  Oh darling, you will be front and center for the premier in no time at all.

I personally have mixed feelings about being induced.  On one hand, I want Baby Dinosaur to stay in as long as he wants to and come out when he's good and ready.  On the other hand it's sort of nice to be able to make plans around his Birthday.  Yet on the other hand (I have 4 you know, I can say that), knowing when I'm going to have a baby is scary as shit.  It's like someone saying, "Hey, come to the hospital on Monday and we're going to break both your legs then give you a magical gift!" and I just have to be like, "Ok, great!" (Side note- When I told my Step-Mom how I felt she said, "Psh,  you'll WISH they were just going to break both your legs!"  Thanks Mo! ;)

I wish I would have found THIS sooner....

Either way, we are ready for Baby.  Room is set up, car seat is installed, bottles are washed and diapers are stacked.  Big Dinosaur and I have been running around getting things all prefect.  I got my car detailed and he shaved his beard; we washed Bianca and brushed her teeth; I've made the entire house smell like sunshine and glitter. We are putting on a big front so the baby thinks we are capable adults.  At least...for awhile...

So as promised, here are some pics of the finished nursery.  Let me know what you think!

Notice the dangling yarn balls above the changing table?  This is my idea to distract Baby Dinosaur so he won't shit on me.  I'll let you know how it works.  Also, the deck chair will be replaced with an actual rocking chair at some point...

Baby has his own bathroom access, just in case he wants to get up and take care of business in the middle of the night.

His bed is nicer than mine and Big Dinosaur's....

 Awesome Dino Bedding.

Bianca wanted to be in the pictures tooo!!! Spoiled Rotten Dog.

Bed Rest, Smed Rest.

So, turns out I SUCK at being on "bed rest."  There is just so much to do and I only have 2 weeks to do it!  Baby Dinosaur will be here before we know it and the nursery doesn't even have pictures on the wall!  He is going to get here and be like, "Seriously, mom?  You couldn't even hang a damn picture?!"  And to that I'll say, "You're lucky you have a crib and won't be sleeping in the laundry basket!" which was my original plan but it seems having your infant sleep in a laundry basket is frowned upon.

Seriously though, we were blessed with a huge family and group of friends who have given us enough baby supplies to last thought the first 10 years or so.  Thank you all :) Here is one of my favorites.

Thanks Mandy-Loo!!!

I wish I could sit here and tell you all the horror stories about being pregnant because it would be hilarious, but it turns out...I was MADE for this shit.  I've had the easiest, non-complicated preganancy in the history of the world and I would like to pubicly give credit to my Amazonian Woman ancestors and my mom for the kick ass breeding.

I've had no sickness, morning or other, no crazy hormone rages. I've only gained 40 lbs, and yeah, that's on the high side but I'm pretty sure Baby Dinosaur will come out weighing 20 lbs, so there's half right there!

I have been a little emotional, an OnStar commercial on the radio made me bawl like a baby the other day, and I start crying at random points in everyday conversations which tends to freak people out a bit.  But so far the only medical issue I've had is this stupid blood pressure thing.  It keeps being high and I keep telling it to chill the fuck out, but it keeps not listening so my doctor put me on "bed rest."  Which is okay because I just get to extend my maternity leave to 2.5 months instead of 2.

One thing I wasn't prepared for, the BOOBS.  My simple little Bs inflated to Ds overnight and from what I hear, they are going to get even bigger!  Then smaller...and flatter....and then they will miraculously get plasticier.  Yeah, just made that word up.  Plasticier, definition: Containing more plastic than previously thought possible.

So I'm off, I must reorganize the nursery..again.  Maybe once I have it all set up I will post pics. And then once I reorganize it again, I will post pics of that too.  For now, here is a sneak preview.

Why yes, the theme IS Dinosaurs.  How did you guess?!

No, actually I'm not "showing" yet...I'm just fucking hungry, okay?!?!

Yeah, that's right, I want to eat....again.  And 30 minutes after that, I will want to eat again, so let's just park it at the nearest Golden Corral and spend the day alright?!? 

Honestly, I haven't gained much weight since I've been eating for 2, probably because I have been forced to quit drinking for 4.  Beer has a lot of empty calories you know.  But I am constantly hungry, it's intense.  If I don't get food within a reasonable amount of time, I will cut out the nearest person's kneecaps with a bread knife just to prove a God Damned point. 

This is a maternity shirt, and I need it.

The thing that sucks is I don't look pregnant, I just look like I've been hitting the mashed potatoes a little hard (which I have).  I feel like making myself a shirt that says, "No really, I can eat all these carbs, It's okay, I'm pregnant." That way I people would just give me that, "Ohhhh" look and not the "Holy shit, look at that bitch stuffing her face" look while shielding their child's view.

Also, I have found that eating so much junk, combined with "relaxed digestive system" due to hormones, causes gas.  No, wait "gas" is too nice of a word for it.  My farts would make a trucker blush and have started peeling paint in the more trafficked rooms, like, the kitchen.

But there are a lot of bonuses about being pregnant.  People let me cut in line for the bathroom, I get to fix my plate first, and even complete strangers offer to buy me food when I look hungry (which is all the time).  All I have to do is look longingly at a hotdog vender while rubbing my food baby bump and random people will rush over to get me something.  It's wonderful!  Also, I get to go to bed early and sleep in late and nobody says I'm being lazy.  After all, I'm growing brains and legs and shit, it's hard work! 

So anywho, here is a pic of Baby Dinosaur.  This is my first sonogram when I was about 10 weeks.  I'm 15 weeks now, so I'm sure "he" has his dragon tail and spiky teeth by now.

Head on the left, the little dots are arms and body is on the right with legs curled up in front.

I can't wait until I can feel "her" move around and as I'm typing that I feel like I will someday regret saying that...