38 Weeks

38 Weeks 2 Days

Ahh, I need to take a picture.  A bit has happened since my last post.  Not big events, but events none the less.  A lot still needs to happen: pictures for proof.  Tim and I go on walks almost every night, it's our thing.  We are blessed to live with his grandparents, so it's easy to walk for an hour once Sehara goes to bed.  Without them we wouldn't be able to!

Well, my tooth broke off while eating a Charms cherry flavored sucker, on one of our walks.  Ugh, not only did it cut the walk way short, it really upset me.  Didn't hurt at all, just, ughhh.  I do not enjoy teeth problems.  I wasn't comfortable eating or drinking anything but water so you can imagine I was very hungry.  I promptly called a random dentist first thing in the morning and got in that day. 

1/3 of my laundry

Little infant carrier.  Too cute

Awesome matching Stroller

another 1/3 of my laundry

My friend Brandi also took me out that day to save me from my misery.  I got a wonderful pedicure and we walked around the mall a little.  AND THEN Olive Garden.  YEah Buddy!!!  I ate, I'll admit it.  I had to.  Even with a broken tooth.  :)  We went shopping a little too, then she took me to my dental appointment.  Turns out that tooth needed a root canal.  Yay! 

I got referred to another dentist place and got in there the next day.  Got my root canal!  Worst thing about it was laying on my back for 3 hours.  I was kinda high and grumpy for the rest of the day.  My mouth is just a tiny bit sore still and I can't bite down on that tooth.  Next step is getting a crown put on.  That dentistry wants me to get all my wisdom teeth out once I have my little baby.  How does that work if you breastfeed?

Tim and I got to sneak a little peak at our baby boy last Tuesday.  I requested an ultrasound and was given the green flag.  We got to see his little chubby face!  Wasn't a special 3- or 4D ultrasound, but it was definitely great to see.  We reconfirmed that he is indeed a boy!  The tech lady told me that he's little.  As in 5 pounds 15 ounces little, give or take 1 pound (wtf).  I told her those were never accurate, to which she was slightly offended. Oh well.  And as of last Tuesday, I was 95% effaced and 1 cm dilated.  We'll see at tomorrows appointment where I am now.  I know that more of that plug is coming out.  People have lied to me... sex does not help.

Sehara has been at Brandi's since Friday night.  I figure the booger should have as much fun as possible before her brother is born, because I am really going to have her involved with him.  Active roles in this household. 

We are trying to find a dresser to put in our room.  It's hard work.  Tim's grandparent's are getting it and they want to get good quality wood.  Tim agrees, but I honestly don't care as long as it holds these baby clothes. I'm seriously a firm believer that you should have a cheap set of furniture for your children's first 10 or so years, then get your good quality, expensive crap for life. We have baby things coming out of our ears, with no room to breathe.  That's frustrating.  It doesn't help that we can't find anything.  Well, Tim and I went to a thrift store yesterday and found a dresser we really like, we found two actually.  G-mama wants to take me to a few other places to keep looking, but I'm all like, "hey, let's just get this!".  I wouldn't say that though.  That's Tim's job.  And her driving gives me more anxiety than I would like to admit, so I don't really want to go with her (only for that reason).  People don't understand that I have horrible PTSD in the car, more specifically, in the passenger seat of the car.  I can't even tolerate my mother's driving.  I can't tolerate many people's driving.  Tim is a very cautious driver so I lucked out there.

 I am very pleased to announce that since my chiropractor visits I am virtually pain free.  Things get stiff after every walk but that's normal for me.  I can't imagine what my body will feel like once he's out of it.  Will I feel light, or loose and heavy still, with no baby as an excuse?  Questions, questions...

Oh, and I had this plan, right?  This plan about who would be in the hospital room when we delivered.  People that are important and who I thought would be an integral part of this baby's life, but I judged that based on the relationships I built when I first moved here.  Things have changed and I have become closer to other people, and I have really seen who cares about me and mine, just by observing who takes to Sehara and has patience with her and enjoys her as much as I do, and those aren't the people I originally picked.  How do I go about telling them that I don't want them there any more?  Harshly, I don't even know if I want my mom there, either.  I feel like she doesn't see this as important or a priority.  I know that if my other sisters were having problems and needed her, she'd be there and do anything in a heartbeat.  I don't see that for me.  But I'll call anyway and hope that she gets here.

Okay, since it has taken me a few days to write this post, I would like to add that I have been to see my OB/GYN this morning and nothing has changed. Nothing.  Minus the fact that I went from 95% effaced to 80%.  How does that happen?  I still can't find a pediatrician and I need to make another dentist appointment.  I feel "done".  I just want to lay down and die.  Seriously.