37 Weeks

I think I just want to lay down and die.  I am sooo ready to have this kid.  To be honest, I would like to have him this week sometime.  BUT, we all know babies come on their own time so I am not holding my breath on this one.
The chiropractor did a fabulous job on my butt, but I think 3 days is too long to go after an adjustment.  My hips and tailbone hurt so badly last night that I thought it may be back labor.  Plus, I had a stressful day yesterday, so much so that I also thought labor could have been induced just because of the amount of crying I did.  I mean, laying down to calm myself down was really hard too.  It was horrible.  Then I starting sweating so profusely that the collar on my t-shirt (they don't even have collars) starting becoming drenched. Whatever, I went to sleep after a few hours.  Tim was watching me like a hawk though.  He kept pushing the hair off my sweaty face and checking on me.  I couldn't even talk to him because of my pain (?), or panic?  I don't know.
Today, Tim volunteered for Homes for our Troops, helping our friends get their house in order so they could move in sooner. He laid some sod.  I went to pick him up, being completely useless which is why I didn't volunteer, and we got to hang out for a little while and tour the house. It made us late for church, but, really, it was so important and it's not like they have a volunteer day everyday.  Church will always be there, God more so.
Aunt Lisa is on her way up here from Florence Ya'll with Uncle John.  I'm pretty excited about it.
Turns out it takes me a pretty good amount of time to write one of these blogs here.  Their visit was fabulous and we had a blast with our friend Brandi and her husband Allen.  Stayed over there until 12 a.m. this morning.  So irresponsible with a 7 year old, but you gotta give every now and again.

37 Weeks 2 Days

Carol, friend from church, took me car seat shopping today!  The one we wanted at Target wasn't in stock but we got to looking at the strollers that come with a carseat and base and found an adorable polka dot one with a little lion on it.  The car seat was infant carrier style, ya know, since it needs to fit in the 'stang.  After that and Once Upon a Child we headed over to Red Robin's and ate lunch. YUM.  I think I started having contractions then, the fake kind that starts at the pelvic area instead of wrapping around your back.  (I read that online).  Then I took a huge dump.  That was nice. 
That photo, the look on my face: Tim farted.  He's not a farter, I am, so when HE does it I *die*.  They are nasty.  Granted, mine are nastier and stink worse but they are *mine*.

36 Weeks

Baby Shower cake

I had my baby shower on Saturday, the day I turned 36 billion weeks.  I wore a really pretty yellow dress, with some silver and pearly jewelry, courtesy of Aunt Dee.  It was farm themed and adorable!   Kate made the cake stuff and farm animal cake pops. I'll have to post a picture. Oh, and I got a ton of stuff!  We're overwhelmed with the amount we got, in a good way, of course.  Included in those items were TWO food processors.  One with a steamer.  We won't use them until this boy gets to be about 6 months or whatever is the recommended age for foods. 

36 Weeks

I had a doctors appointment on Tuesday.  I still have 60% of my cervix.  I guess that means that 40% has softened.  3 1/2 weeks to go!  I get an ultrasound this coming tuesday, only because I requested it. I was afraid to ask because I was afraid he would tell me no or that my insurance wouldn't cover it.  Yay!!

For my hips, which are getting worse and worse to the point of not being able to sleep in any position for more than an hour, I'm going to the chiropractor. The first day I popped sooo much and that night was excruciating!  So sore.  Today, I didn't pop as much but I am also not as sore.  Let us hope I don't get too sore!

34 & 35 Weeks!

34  ish weeks

35 Weeks 1 Day

Between going back and forth from Ohio to Kentucky every other week, I'm pretty exhausted.  I don't think that's the reason I'm exhausted, it's clearly the pregnancy.  My hips literally feel like they are going to fall apart and off of me, then my tailbone is going to drop down to the floor with them.  I have been *making* Tim give me back and hip rubs every night like no ones business.  He rubbed all up and down my spine last night and said "no wonder you're in so much pain, your spine is gone!!".   He was talking about my lower back where the spine dips in to compensate for the belly.  I don't usually have a curvy back so it's kind of a double-edged sword.  He likes a curvy back!  It didn't give me a bigger butt though!  Bummer. I look swollen now.  Today, I literally feel like a bowel movement.  If feces could feel a certain way as it is shoved through the tracts, this must be what it feels like.  No control over anything, you go where you have to and feel what you feel.  Physical activity makes me cringe the next day but I keep doing it because I know that it's so much better in the long run.  Ha!  Last night we went on our usual walk and I kept getting mad at mr. husband and storming away from him.  He'd come after me and say "babe, don't!  You're going to get really tired and stuck.  Do you even know where you're going?".  Good point, husband.  He doesn't usually give me attention when I whine so it was sweet.  Not that I'm going to keep doing it.   I've also decided that I'm just a really bad pregnant person.  I'm not me when I'm in this state.  Too bad!  I still have a few children to go.  We may wait another year before that though.  Oh, and it's quite official: not many of my clothes currently fit.  Maybe 3 long shirts left, and 2 pair of short!  Ummm, dilemma!   I have this bump coming up near my belly button.  Could it be a hernia?!  What could it be?

Burn Baby Burn

This past Saturday, whilst in Louisville/LaGrange area, my little family accompanied my side of the tree to a pool party.  It was put on my a friend of my dad's.  They ride dirtbikes together.  That's a manly thing to do.  I guess.

Anyway, the pool was a pretty big above ground 4-foot deep pool.  You know the kind...you can't sit on the rail because it will bend.  It was so nice having access to an outdoor pool.  We all got there and jumped right in.  Well, I was pushed in.  I opened my eyes under water and experienced a horrible burning sensation.  The water didn't taste good, either.  I only stayed in for a few more minutes, I got one of "those feelings", and exited with my sister.  Everyone else stayed in.  *Evil laugh*  Not really.

The next issue: my wee little 13 yr old brother got out and very quietly told my sister and I (and he'll kill me for this if he ever reads it) that his penis hurt.   ERRMM  Oh dear.  Oh-KAY, try not to show how awkward that was.  I went right into the billion question mode: "Does it burn, does it sting, is it red, is it swollen, did you pee, did it hurt"  blah blah.  I encouraged him to tell the parents, that it could be a UTI, then realized it's probably a chemical burn (didn't realize this until later on that day).  Poor boy.  He was so embarrassed about it.

Next event:  my daughter and niece both got out with burning eyes.  Okey dokie.  Don't open your eyes under the water.  An hour or two later I made her get out.  Her eyes and all around were so red, like her cheek bones had been sunburned.

Final: My husband's eyes also looked like they had been sunburned.

Sunday morning!  Both Sehara's eyes and Lexi's eyes were bruised.  BRUISED!  Like, purple (black eyes) and they hurt to the touch.  So was Tim's.  Brother's manhood was feeling A-OK.  He could walk again.  It was still red though.  Here's the kicker:  both Sehara and Tim had HUGE rashes.  Tim's were in his inner thighs (and are still there) where they rub together.  He's so sensitive there because of that.  Sehara's was where (and still is) her bathing suit rubbed her skin.  It's halter top style, so around the back of her neck down to her armpits, like so:

When I got there and I played in the pool and realized it was super chlorinated, I thought, you know I'd rather there be too many chemicals in here to keep it safe than to swim in dirty water.  I'm not so sure now.  I don't like my loved ones having these marks on their bodies.  Painful marks, mind you.  The only good thing about it was it stopped the peeling on my brother's arm (probably because it ate a layer of his skin).  I am so thankful that I got out of that pool after a few minutes.  I don't even want to imagine what it could have done to my unborn.

33 Weeks and Boredom

I am so bored! I really don't know what to write about.  I was thinking about ranting on how people expect me to be the one to visit them all the time, but, I don't know.  Maybe I will a little.  I'm in Buckner right now.  I don't even feel like announcing it because I know family members are going to jump down my throat and ask why I didn't go and see them and friends too.  Ugh, I hate that!  "You were down here and you didn't come see me", really??  Pretty sure I was down here and YOU didn't come see me (granted, if I told whomever I was coming down). Oh, and that goes for when we're home (in Ohio) too!! Can you believe that?  "Why don't you come over anymore?" blah blah.  Um, maybe because I'm 8 months pregnant and I don't feel like doing anything, much less go to your stinky house!!

33 Weeks!

Yup, so here I am enjoying my "vacation", sitting in my parent's living room watching E! news and texting back and forth with my brother.  He's going to college this fall!  Ohio Valley University.  Sehara is playing outside on the fort by herself and my other brother is sitting on the other couch watching this girl stuff with me.  AND this little boy is totally in my ribs right now, making it impossible for me to lean forward and OH I can't even bend over to pick something up without getting sucker punched! I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it though!   I can't wait to meet him!
This picture was taken at my 33 Week mark!  I can't believe my baby is 33 weeks young (and it doesn't even count)!  It was at the church's VBS finale party!  Look at my belly button.  How cute.  And that darling little girl with crack cotton candy in her hand. I wonder if there is a substitute for cotton candy that doesn't involve sugar.  This is the moment when someone says "Yeah, it's called an apple".  <- I'd be one of THOSE people.  I'm too fat to care right now.  They only live once and I'm tired of being a dictator to her.
My linea nigra is starting to appear!  That's the pregnant brown line thing.  When I had it with Sehara it was completely zig-zagged and distorted because my skin tore right up with all those stretch marks.  This time, it's a smooth and straight little line.  Speaking of stretch marks, I have not gotten any new ones, yet!  This makes Jenni oh so happy.
I think I am going to get back to washing all of my brother's clothes now!