Dr. Appointment

Went to the Dr. She stripped my membranes but I only had contractions for about 3 hours after that. Depressing. I am so annoyed. I was only 2-3 centimeters dilated and my cervix was thin but I really can't be induced until March 3rd. That's a whole week away. I don't really care except that my mom has to leave on the 18th and that really doesn't give us much time after the baby is born to get into a groove. Maybe I'll be ok. I don't know. I'm just tired of starting and stopping. I think what made me the most angry was that after a week of "work" I had not progressed one bit. I can't wait for the induction. Will update if there is any more information.

Heading Out to the Dr.

Today I head out to the doctor at 4. Yes, my appointment was originally at 10 am but they called and switched me to later because the Dr. was out of the office or something. I think it's just to torture me. So here I am trying to decide whether I should bake cupcakes with the words I'M READY on them and try and beg for an induction or just let go of the guilt and not worry about it anymore. I'm not THAT uncomfortable. I'm just guilty about getting everyones hopes up over and over with the contractions and dilation and all that. I really just want to get it all over with so we can get into a schedule. But with my Murphy's Law life, I know I will be dragging this out until the actual due date or beyond because that's what happens to me. Here's how I know I'm cursed:

I got a kidney stone DURING MY PREGNANCY!

Right after the kidney stone, Andy's mom rushed down to help us get it together. I was fine until the day she left when I got the flu. I am still hacking up a lung every day from that. And of course, I'm pregnant and HUGE and I really feel like with every cough, I am going to smash out little baby.

I was going into labor and my mom rushed out from CO costing her several hundred dollars and my sister her free babysitter, then my labor basically stopped and she has been here for a week just putzing around with me...

If I had not had my mother come out, I would have this kid already and she would have missed the birth. We all know it's true!

In the last 6 weeks of my pregnancy, I found out I won't have a job next year, Abby waffled back and forth between potty training and waiting causing clean ups on the FLOOR when I can't even see my own feet, and my husband is working more than he has all year.

Despite all this, I think I'm going to make it. Suddenly last night, after finding out we had money problems that I didn't know about... I decided that none of it mattered anymore. I'm just going to sit down on the couch, watch Project Runway and zone out from the world until Cate is born. I can only do one thing at a time and I'm creating life here, people.

Abby's Birthday

As the supposedly impending birth draws ever closer (again I say supposedly as I am having contractions but nothing to write home about and have been for a WEEK!!!!), I have been thinking about what to do about my daughters birthday. I am actually due on that day and I didn't want to have yet another non-birthday for her. It's her second one and we needed to do it up right this time. I really wanted to have a tea party so I went ahead and planned it early. We invited her friends and got food and decorations and the works. My mom is here to help me get it together for the birth and she did all the decorating, cooking and cleanup. Therefore, it turned out perfectly because she is a party genius! Here are some pictures.

Adventures in Water

So my mom is here and you would think that would totally make everything ok. It does. But she left for a few minutes to get a breather and take a little walk in the beautiful weather we are having and I decided to give Abby some lunch. As I was cleaning up, I heard a drip drip drip down under my sink.

Crap... I open the cupboard and sure enough. Our sink pipes were completely undone and all the water was leaking down into the cupboard. I opened it up, cleaned out all the stuff, and Abby helped me put towels down to clean up the water. I can't use that sink. So I decided I would take a shower but with all the chemicals out and Abby loving to put those bottles in her mouth and suck out whatever is in, and my mom still on her walk, I took Abby in the bathroom with me and put her to brushing her teeth while I showered. Suddenly, I hear her talking, which should NOT be happening if she had the toothbrush still in her mouth. She has gotten into the guest shampoo basket and is pouring out bottles of stolen hotel shampoo all over the toilet she is standing on. She is saying, "Bye bye shoap." I freak out but I'm soaped up and shampooed and as I stand there telling her, "No, don't touch!" in a frantic voice, the shampoo leaks into my eyes and I'm blinded. I feel around for my toddler, get her off the toilet before she slips and falls and gets the next great time travel idea, and get her sitting on the floor. I rinse as fast as possible, get out, clean up the spilled shampoo and just as I am finally getting the discipline thing done with Abby, I hear my mom coming up the stairs. She has missed the whole episode.

Hope she is having a great vacation. LOL!!!

Screech!!!

After several days of going into light contractions every night and wondering and wondering, I'm getting tired of the wondering. I have been getting about 3-4 hours of sleep a night as I lay in my bed thinking my water will break at any moment. Then I go out and watch crappy TV for a while and cry about the fact that everything hurts and is it for a reason? I wish I could get checked every now and then to know how I'm progressing but I don't have an OBGYN at the house here and I just have to deal.

Yesterday my mother got here and she has already relieved the stress off me AGAIN. It's so nice to have her here and just being around. Andy doesn't feel like he has to do EVERYTHING! He is such a good husband. He deserves to have a break and a BIG PARTY thrown for him. Anyway, today my mom and I went shopping for groceries and as we walked down the cereal aisle, we heard water dripping. I looked down and there was a puddle under me. I freak out. "Mom, is that ME?!" She looks and looks, "No, there is nothing coming from you. But that is weird." I totally thought my water broke right there in the store but it didn't. I was trailing hand soap that had broken and was leaking out of my cart. Talk about a scare. I looked at my mom and said, "That would have been classic."


Hopefully, I won't continue to be the Murphy's Law of pregnancy but I will keep the FB world updated and if anything fantastic happens, I will be blogging... HA! Even if it's from a hospital bed!

When It Rains...

Started having contractions this week. At first, they were just Braxton Hicks and it wasn't that bad. Then they got worse and worse and I was in pain. I had an appointment with the Dr. the next day and since the contractions weren't regular, I just waited. 2 cm dilated and starting to thin so I was happy that I wasn't in pain for nothing... But Mom (Andy's) left and I was still recovering from having the flu and then Abby got the flu. Can it get any worse? Then relief! My mom, although I told her not to, decided to change her ticket and get here TODAY! I'm going to get her at the airport and let me tell you, I have not been this happy since I picked up Andy's mom...


There is something about Mom's and the way they take care of you that is just awesome. When Abby is sick, she just wants to cuddle with me. Although I am sad that she feels yucky, I love being the one she want's to cuddle with and that she sits on my lap for longer than the duration of a book. When I am not feeling top notch, my mommy is the one I want around. She knows just what I want, soup and sleep and she does everything in my house similarly to how I would do it so I know that everything is in good hands. I love her. I miss her and I can't wait to see her tonight.

Valentines Nightmare

Andy and I are not big Valentines people. We have always said we love each other and he gets me flowers or something but it's never been a BIG deal for us. This year, with all the issues - me being pregnant, sick, and stressed over the coming events in our lives - I decided to take advantage of the fact that Andy's mom is still here and suck it up and go out on a fancy, expensive date regardless of how cruddy I felt. I drugged myself up on Tylenol Flu and got dressed. We headed out to a new Italian place where the food was fantastic. As I walked through the restaurant to use the bathroom, people were staring at me the whole way, hoping that I would suddenly give birth next to their table. (In their defense, I was holding my stomach and wincing the whole way there and back as the baby was punching me in the bladder and I'm sure I'm going to give birth to Sugar Ray Leonard.) I packed in as much of the food as I could, dealing with the pain of my little boxer using my organs as punching bags, and we headed out to a movie. Thank goodness the theater is right there next to the restaurant. My Tylenol was wearing off as we took our seats. There were VERY few people in the theater which was good as I sniffled and snuffled and tried not to hack up a lung through the whole thing. Once the movie was over, Andy held my hand as I waddled to the car thinking that I will never leave the house again. Last night I coughed so hard, I thought my water would break. Andy slept on the couch. I can't believe our Valentines Day was so miserable but we did get out and I can tell you this, after all that, my husband still loves me. That is the best Valentine's gift any girl can get - the knowing that no matter what kind of seething mass of germs, snot and fat, pregnancy hormones you may become, you have a man who will love you through it all and always be able to help you see the light at the end of the tunnel.