Now that we’re down to single digit weeks, it’s time for me to stop having a potty mouth. So this week we decided to work on our road rage. It was early Thursday morning on the Expressway when Tony said I need to sound more nurturing instead of yelling at bad drivers. “You must’ve forgotten your blinker, you silly goose!” was what we should say, he said. It was really funny. We’ve been saying “silly goose” since.
Lunchtime topic with the girls that day was centered on babies and pregnancy. Jocelyn is now 12 weeks pregnant but feels more bloated than pregnant. I definitely felt the same way. It’s not like you can tell anyone and everyone you’re expecting and not just hitting the buffet for every meal. And of course nobody’s going to ask. We talked about the pros and cons of staying home, going back to work and working part-time. Honestly, staying home sounds fantastic but just isn’t an option with Tony’s school and our current situation. Maybe someday! Also Thursday, we made reservations for a hospital tour later this month.
Friday morning we slept in like it was the weekend because I had a 10am doctor’s appointment. Tony woke up to a funny – but disturbing – dream of me going into labor early. He was mad that we couldn’t find any doctors or nurses and had to deliver the baby by ourselves. She came out a baby but quickly morphed into an orange and white tabby kitten! What the… We’d need to stock up on kitty litter instead of diapers and baby wipes!
This part of the morning might be more entertaining in say 6 months or so, but I’m going to tell it anyways. We were getting ready for the doc’s and I tossed Tony’s boxers and jeans on the rug in front of the sink and sat on the toilet quickly to pee. It was a pregnant emergency. I must’ve been thrown off by his clothes because I did not notice that the seat was down! What a mess! It was like an April Fool’s joke gone bad. Tony heard me laughing hysterically and came running to see what had happened. I had tears in my eyes from laughing so hard but wasn’t crying by any means. It all depends on the pregnant “hormonal tides” as Tony calls them. Crying or laughing, you can’t predict.
Tony decided to come to the doctor’s with me so I wouldn’t have to take the T and catch the swine flu, he said. He also had a chance to hear the heartbeat again and ask questions. We learned that our doctor’s office is the first place to call when I go into labor, not the hospital. Sometimes – especially with first-time Moms – they’ll ask the parents to come to the office to be evaluated first. That was good to find out. I have a feeling I’ll be one of those early labor freakout Moms. My midwife also told me the results of my glucose test. I knew the numbers were fine because I would’ve heard something if they weren’t. She said I was the furthest thing from being diabetic. I also asked about the linea negra (the line down the center of your belly), which Tony swore he saw today on the lower part of my belly. He said it was very faint but definitely there. I had read it was a dark line so I told him he was definitely wrong. And he was completely right! Oh well, I have a faint linea negra below my disappearing belly button. We also asked our midwife about which body parts were where, since she’s been so active lately. Her head was facing down (she showed me and I felt it!) but won’t drop until 2-3 weeks before delivery. Her back was toward us with her bum up and her limbs were facing (and kicking/punching) my insides. So apparently the rolling at the top of my belly has been Foo Foo shaking her bum at us!
That night I wish I had a video camera and a flashlight handy because Foo Foo was the most active she’s ever been. I think she was rolling her entire body around. I could feel my belly changing shapes and I’m sure I could have seen it if I turned the light on!
Saturday morning we invited Rachael into bed and she settled in next to my belly! She has never done that before. She usually plops her head by ours and stakes out a pillow. Maybe I’m reading too much into this – or it was just a nice warm place for her head – but either way, it was adorable! That afternoon we headed out to my Mom’s to drop off the day bed and bring back most of the baby clothes. We stopped at the furniture store on the way home and picked up the dresser/changing table. Tony set up the table and diaper Genie (pictured above); the crib will be next weekend’s trip to the in-laws in VT. The room is looking good!
