Saturday, August 28, 2010

Today is just another day

I've come to the conclusion I will one day give birth to a 30 year old. Yup, you read correctly. I honestly think this child has no intentions of ever coming out. Hey, I really wouldn't have an issue with it if I could roll over in bed easily or get off the couch without trying 5 times. If I could do normal things, I just wouldn't care. But I can't, so I do. Kid needs to get the damn memo.

I however have gotten to the point that I go to bed knowing I'll sleep as best as I can and I know I'll wake up still pregnant. My days will go on as they normally have and no labor will come of anything. It's just how it is. I'm 41 weeks tomorrow (40 week belly picture to the left taken 8/22) and I have a feeling tomorrow I'll wake up and just go about my day then go to bed, just like usual. I have no real hope of any day bringing on labor. I wish it would but waking up thinking "Today is the day!" just isn't happening anymore.

We both think that Sept 1st will be his birthday. I really don't have an issue with it, but it would have been nice not going through the whole "due month" waiting for baby. You know? Hey, come out when you're supposed to! I had a feeling he'd be late. I mean, both the other boys were, why would he be any different? It would have been nice to have an early baby but hey, my uterus doesn't play games damn-it.  Gage was born at 40 weeks and 5 days, Dane born at 41 weeks exactly. So it could be possible I go to sleep tonight and be in labor tomorrow, but I highly doubt it. We're thinking labor may start the 31st and Bishop will be born on the 1st.

A joke we've started is when we're ready for baby #4 is that we have to plan for either July or March. Why? Because If Bishop is born in Sept, that puts October between him and Dane's birthdays. Dane was born in November, that puts December in between Gage and Dane's birthday. Since Gage was born in January (due at end of Dec) that would make February the month in between March. So, if we aim for baby #4, We'd have either February in between birthdays or August. So July or March. See where I'm going with this? Its a silly joke but slightly amusing to us.

So basically the point of this post? The kid isn't going to ever come out. I'll be pregnant forever. I've accepted this and will go about my days as the forever pregnant lady. I'll probably make it into Guinness World Records as the freaky pregnant lady. I go to bed and wake up knowing my days will be normal.

The kid hates me, mhm. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I dare you to prove me wrong child ;)

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Let's take some bets

So, let's start taking "bets" on when this little guy will decide to show his face and give us a birthday to celebrate every year. I had two good intuitions on when the other boys would be born and I was right. I've had some this time around but it's been too iffy to know if that day will be the actual correct day. Really, all I can do is sit around and wonder, wait and see. If the day comes and goes, well then I was wrong haha. But I'm curious as to what others thing.

Obviously as you all know I am past my "due date". I know I'd go past, but that didn't stop my hopes from going a wee bit early. I didn't. So here I am, "late" again. I can seem to never make it to the party on time huh?

I was "due" on August 22nd. It is now the 24th. Gage was born at 40 weeks and 5 day's gestation. Dane was born at 41 weeks gestation exactly. So, there you have it.

  1. What day do you think he'll arrive?
  2. How far along do you think I will be?
  3. What time of day do you think he'll arrive?
  4. What do you think his weight will be?
  5. Height?

So, c'mon people. Comment on this blog post and let me know!

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

According to; 39 weeks

Your baby's waiting to greet the world! He continues to build a layer of fat to help control his body temperature after birth, but it's likely he already measures about 20 inches and weighs a bit over 7 pounds, a mini watermelon. (Boys tend to be slightly heavier than girls.) The outer layers of his skin are sloughing off as new skin forms underneath.
Ah, joy. So I've got a watermelon hanging out inside of me. Really, do we need to put the size of a baby into food perspective? I mean, when he was the size of a Jicama (Seriously, what the hell is that?) that was fine and dandy because it's something i've never heard of. But must we, must we compare the baby to a snack I enjoy? I'll feel guilty the next time I eat a mini watermelon! Damn you babycenter.

Anyways, so I'm 39 weeks and 3 days. I have 4 days until I'm due. I hope he comes sooner then later. I've done the whole late thing, it's not all its cracked up to be. I'm ready, he better be ready. I'm just more ready to be able to stand up without assistance or being able to roll over in bed without it taking 15 damn minutes to do so! Sleep, I want sleep. Also, don't bother with the whole "Once you have a newborn be prepared not to sleep!" I slept better after each of my boys births then I did during my pregnancies, so HA. I know he may be different, but I will still probably sleep better. Dane was our fussy baby, he was the harder one out of our current two. We survived though and you can bet your ass i got more sleep when he was fussier then when I was pregnant. 

I'm ready though. So Bishop, here it is, I'm calling you out kidlet. Time to be born and soon! I'm ready and overly anxious to meet you. We need you out here with us because you'd be such a wonderful welcoming distraction. Plus I bet your uber adorable like your brothers were. Who doesn't love babies? I love babies! So, lets get this party started. You start the labor and I'll do all the hard work, mk? Okay.

Baby and uterus, get the memo! We must prove Naomi wrong ;)

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

No longer the baby

Please note, this was written yesterday 8/16. However it was posted today.

Last night was a long night for Dane and I. Since my MIL was visiting, Gage camped out in the playroom with her and that left Dane to sleep in their room alone. So, in order to have him adjust and have fun himself we let him sleep in his big brothers bed. Around 4am he must have rolled off the bed. It's a low twin bed but enough to startle him. I heard him tumble and start to cry so I went to check and make sure he was okay. Got him back into bed and sat with him for a few. When I thought I was in the clear I got up and left. He wasn't having it so I sat back down. It was this time I realized shortly he won't be my baby anymore. I mean, he'll always be my baby, but he won't be the baby anymore.

Sitting on the end of the bed and his little feet wiggling around, trying to get comfortable. It made me think, these feet are still so tiny but they soon won't be the smallest in the house. I'm having a hard time grasping this and coming to terms that he won't actually be the youngest anymore. I had more time for the preparation between Gage and Dane, then I do Dane and Bishop. The spacing between the older two is almost (seriously 6 weeks shy of) 3 years. These two, will be 20/21 months apart. A lot less time. We got pregnant with Dane the month after Gage turned 2. So yeah, big leap of difference. One was easier to prepare for.

It's quite strange to think soon our family will have another one added. We've always wanted more kids. Its just weird to actually have it happen against our plans. I know that it'll be like he was always there and a perfect fit. Its just weird to think. We're days away from him making his appearance and days away from Dane not being my littlest anymore. He'll be a great big brother I know it. Just like Gage is a great big brother. He has a wonderful brother to model.

Now, its time to get those last little baby snuggles in before we have a new baby in the house. Am I ready? I don't know. I don't think I'll ever be ready for 3 and two of them under 2. Soon I'll have a 5 year old, 2 year old and a baby under 1. Crazy. I'm not ready but the jump is right there!

Ready or not, here we go.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Blame it on the pregnancy

I suck, I know. Even though I don't know why because I doubt anyone is honestly checking up every day to see if there is any sort of update on me and what not. Anyways, I'm 38 weeks pregnant now. I'll be 39 on Sunday and then due the following weekend. It seems like it's dragging forever. Forever, I say! Not a fan of this even though this isn't my first time around on the pony ride. The end is always the suckiest part. Mainly for me because you are in the waiting game. The game your uterus is playing with you. You get fake outs every once and awhile, they're that evil thing called Braxton Hicks contractions. Asshole things honestly.

The end is the worst for me right now this pregnancy mainly because life took over for the rest. Then around 35 weeks everything fell back into it's fucked up place and here I am. Left to sit and think about when this baby will come. Thats the crap part. Not knowing and not having control over it. Since I am having another (my 2nd) home birth I basically get to sit and twiddle my thumbs. Its in Bishop's court now. Figures. My kids like to come late to the party.

So, yeah, life has been interestingly boring. The bigger kids keep me occupied but when you have 5+ weeks left to dwell on a pregnancy that flew by for 34 weeks, it sucks. Every twinge, every contraction, weird feeling and all that jazz makes you go crazy. If I could I'd ask for an induction. I won't do it because I know it won't happen unless we go forever overdue. But yes I have my moments of weakness, who doesn't? Hell during labor with Dane I wanted to beg for an epidural but I knew it would have been pointless given the fact I was at home and my midwife doesn't drag around an anastesialogist or however the hell you spell it.

So really I've had no excuse for not updating with a photo or some stupid little snippit of my life. Really it's probably just pure laziness that i don't update. I should. Its a fun outlet for random crap going on in my pretty much non eventful life.

Speaking of, the youngest is getting into the fridge for the 10th time in a row. I must go stop him and hear how horrible I am because he'll cry. Damn me! Eh, another joy in the parenting world.