Feelin the burn

Oh how I wish I was referring to exercise. Nope that would be heartburn.


Dear Heartburn,

Fuck off all ready.

Kisses,
Grouchy, Tired, Preggo

Random acts of kindness

One of Norm's "coworkers" gave us a very generous gift today. I say "coworker" because Norm has had very little, if any, interaction with him since he started a year and a half ago. Norm and one other guy in his office are fathers-to-be and both of them were given this gift.

Okay here is the rundown:

• diaper bag
• 4 newborn onsies
• a package of receiving blankets - 3-4 I think
• 10 washcloths
• 6 pairs of socks
• a hand-knitted set including a blanket, sweater, hat, mittens and socks
• J&J Baby Wash products
• What To Expect In The First Year
• a bathtub rubber ducky
• 2 packages of outlet covers
• and a lovely card in which my name was spelled correctly!

I think I've got it all there. Seriously? I have never met these people and Norm hasn't done more than say hello to this guy in 19 months of employment. Does this seem weird to you or just incredibly nice?

I'm 30 weeks!

I'M 30 WEEKS, I'M 30 WEEKS!!!

Can I just tell you how happy that makes me?! That means I have 10 weeks - or less - (or more but let's not talk about that) to go!!!

Oh happy day!!!

Can you imagine what I'll be like at 39 weeks? I might hire a band.

Parenting Fail.

George has an ear infection.

We figured that out Friday morning and visited the vet that afternoon. He'd been giving us hints for about two weeks. First he peed on the floor two days in a row, but we couldn't be sure it was him. Then he hasn't wanted to eat for the last week or so but it was stinki'n hot outside and no one wanted to eat so I didn't think that was a big deal. Then the big show, Thursday he decided to eat the carpet. Not a lot of carpet but the same piece of carpet he ate about a year and a half ago. (It has since been replaced once and now will need to be replaced yet again.) After eating the carpet he proceeded to vomit. Twelve. Times. All over the couch, floor, kitchen, basement, washroom, etc, etc, etc.

Norm steam cleaned the couch and carpet but the smell of vomit is still lingering. That's another story.

In the chaos of the carpet eating and subsequent vomit-fest, we noticed that the phone book, which was delivered earlier that week, was suspiciously missing it's plastic bag cover. I looked around for the bag, but found no evidence that it ever existed. I can't really count on my memory these days or Norm's memory ever, so we really weren't positive there ever was a bag. Well we are now! Last night - Saturday - George started pooping out pieces of plastic bag. Great. Now we're on poop watch. The problem is it can get dangerous if the plastic wraps around his intestines or blocks his innards. We're hoping it passes, but how will we know if it all comes out? I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we can avoid an expensive vet visit complete with xray and a possible surgery to remove the bag. Sigh...

All of this because of one little ear infection. That's what you call a parenting FAIL.

"Are you getting excited?"

Is it bad that whenever someone asks me that question, I say no?

I'm not excited. I'm anxious and uncertain, but not excited. I think I'll be excited when she gets here, or maybe when I go into labour, but probably not sooner. There are other things to think about in the meantime, crotch-ripping labour being the main one. There is nothing that excites me about that.

Crotch.Ripping.Labour. Are you getting excited? Ummmm.... no.

I'm grouchy

I feel fat, gross, hot, sweaty, puffy and just generally miserable today.

On top of my physical yuckieness, I have decided I absolutely HATE my job and I have no idea how I'm going to make it through my last 8 work weeks without losing my mind. I don't know if it's hitting me so hard now because I know there is an end in sight and it's not coming fast enough or if I would be at this level of annoyance pregnant or not. All I know is that I can not imagine going back there after mat leave is over. At this point my rope is so short I don't care how much vacation I have, or if I have to take a pay cut. Nothing is worth this misery. I think I am even more annoyed because there is really nothing I can do about it right now. I can't really apply for jobs because who is going to hire a woman that's 7 months pregnant? lol! But thinking about job hunting while on mat leave and finding something that works out perfectly with when I have to go back seems nearly impossible. This is the first and only real job I've had so throwing myself into the job market, after having my first baby seems very daunting.

I developed an eye twitch today. Am I stressed?

Dear Husband

and loyal follower,

While the list currently taped to the fridge titled "Things to do B 4 Baby" was not intended as a list of task specifically for you, I truly appreciate you taking ownership of it. Never have I seen you so committed to one of my many lists. In fact, usually you throw them out when I'm not looking. And sometimes when I am. Not this time. This time I see you checking and re-checking the list, crossing off things as they are complete and saying "We need to finished that list this weekend!"

It makes me feel so much better knowing that when my feel are swollen sausages that need Mount Kilimanjaro size elevation, you are spending your evening tackling yet another job on the shrinking list.

Husband, consider yourself appreciated and indispensable!

Your Loving, Sausage Footed Wife

My crotch is scared

I guess the good news is that after my ultrasound yesterday it was determined that my placenta has moved enough for me to deliver naturally rather than by c-section. I wish I could say I was happy about that. As we all know, I was kind of looking forward to the c-section plan. Oh well. Now I get to go through crotch ripping labour just like everyone else.

The other, really, good news is that now I have an official last day of work! Friday September 10, 2010 will be my last day in the office, then I'll take two weeks vacation before my expected due date. This makes me happy. I need that day to look forward to. I NEED to know when I'm outta there. Now I do, so that part is a relief. Only eight more works weeks to get through!!

This week has been horrible weather-wise. It's been a wicked 30+ degrease plus extreme humidity. I don't "do" heat when I'm not pregnant, so when I am it's so much worse. Unfortunately there is no real end in sight, so I have been staying inside as much as possible and moving as little as possible. It really isn't how I want to spend my summer but there really is no choice.

The good, the bad and the ugly. Each day is an adventure.

Does everyone go through this stage when pregnant?

All of the sudden I am feeling anxious about the baby's health and well being.

I've never worried about it to this point because we've done all the IPS testing and everything came back normal. All of the sudden I'm wondering if everything really is okay.

It came on today after having another ultrasound to check the location of my placenta. The ultrasound tech again was not very friendly, hardly spoke and was just generally crusty. (This must be a prerequisite for this profession.) Her face was very serious when she was working which had me worried. She didn't show me the baby at all, and when I asked her if she had seen it, she just said yes. I didn't get a photo or anything! What a rip off!

I have an OB appointment tomorrow, but I don't think the ultrasound results will be available by then so I'll be in suspense for anther two weeks. This is getting frustrating.

I am a hermit

Not by choice.

I've been off work for four whole wonderful days, but I have accomplished very little and rarely left the house.

I tried to go to Chapters and Zellers yesterday, but I was so dizzy that I had to cut my trip short. I don't know if it's this insane heat, low blood sugar, dehydration or just pregnancy in general, but I didn't like the feeling that I was going to hit the deck in the middle of the nursing bra section of Zellers so I've been home ever since.

Oh wait, no, my lovely husband took me to Niagara Falls last night where we donated $25 to the casnio, saw many people in questionable outfits, and came home.

I'm so boring.