29 Weeks

And I am tired. It doesn't help that I think I broke my toe this weekend....the combination of the pregnancy and the pain makes getting through the day even harder. I realized that when I was pregnant with Miles I wasn't working at this stage, I was home and could take naps whenever I wanted. I think this is why I don't remember being this tired.

Honestly I feel pretty good overall. At my last appointment I had to do my glucose test and even though it made me feel totally crappy I cam through just fine and do not appear to be having any problems with my sugar levels. I am however slightly anemic, which is contributing to my tiredness. I am now on an iron supplment and I am hoping it will help me feel a bit more energetic.

I am in a bit of shock that the clock is counting down so quickly. In 11 weeks is my due date and baby could really come anytime within a couple of weeks on either side. I suppose its possible he could come even earlier, but I don't find that acceptable, he needs to stay put until he is done cooking. Although I am getting anxious to meet this little one. I told Miles that the other say and he said, "yeah, I thought you were going to squeeze that baby out" - where do they get these things from?

Overall we are ready. I don't have everything we need for the little guy but we have the majority of the basic staples - as in a place to sleep and some clothes. We do need a car seat, but other than that anythign else could come later if needed. We would get by. The crib is set up and I have the closet cleaned out so there is room. I have made a list of what we do need and registered at target and on wishpot.

The biggest "issue" we have is a name. Mitch and I just can't seem to agree on anything. We do have one name that we both like, but are still looking to see what else is out there. Everytime I find a name I really like he doesn't like it, and everytime he suggests one I don't like it. I know the right name will come along but its still very frustrating, I really just want my husband to agree with me and let me name him. And no, it probably will not be an M name.

So as long as I can make it the next 11 weeks without falling asleep somewhere I should be just fine. The anxiety about birth is hovering near the edges.......I am just trying to hold it at bay.

A better update

2009 has definitely been a year. As outlined in my previous posts I have had a heck of a lot of crap happen in my life and to my family. Fortunately in the past several months since my last post things have taken a turn for the better.

In late July I found out that I was pregnant. This was not only planned but long overdue. Mitch and I had originally held to the idea that we only wanted one child, but then we changed our minds and decided to let “nature decide” earlier this year……My first trimester was uneventful and somewhat typical pregnancy, not much actual vomiting but nausea as far as the eye could see. The thing I could not abide was sweets, this baby liked fresh fruit, vegetables and water. Nothing sweet whatsoever. This passed fairly quickly after 14 weeks or so and now my sweet tooth is back with a vengeance.

The second trimester has been good, more muscle and joint pain then I had with Miles, but overall I feel great and healthy. We found out in early November that we are having another little boy. Miles will be a wonderful big brother and I can’t wait to meet this new little boy. At first Miles was very disappointed that he wasn’t getting a baby sister, but I think he is starting to get used to the idea. One of his little buddies just had a little sister join his family and he wanted a little brother – his suggestion was that he and Miles trade. Three and four years olds have such great logic. The ultrasound showed a healthy baby with all the right parts in the right places. I am now at 25 weeks and I can feel where I am starting to slow down as I get closer to the third trimester. Little Boy is due April 6^th, but I have a good feeling about the 3^rd…..we’ll see.

In early August some very good friends of ours made a move from Portland down to Salem. This has been great, Now all three of us have someone down here to hang out with. They have a three year old (the same one mentioned above) and he and Miles play together quite well. They also just had a baby girl who is amazing and gorgeous, So, I get to have my baby girl fix. Mitch also now has an playmate for audio, the two guys have been doing a lot of film audio together and working on plans. And I get to have one of my girls close by where we can spend some time together. It is especially nice since we will again have babies very close together.

In late August I finally had enough with the evil air museum and quit my job. I had an interview set up already with a company I used to work for, but I was at a point where I needed to leave regardless of whether I had a new job or not. Luckily I got the job and now I am back working for a company that values it employees and has a mission they stand by and believe in. Life has gotten much better since this change, I had three weeks off in between and it was heaven. Now I work a fairly normal schedule and have full weekends together with my family.

This is also a year for babies, not only am I having one as well as my friend here in town but I also have my good friend in Vegas who is due a month before me as well as one of Mitch’s cousins who is due the 4^th of April. Yay babies!! Two friends had babies in the summer and fall as well. They are everywhere.

The new year has begun and so far so good. I am so glad it is here.

mini update

I have a whole new blog post written up to catch up on what has been going on in my life. I wrote it in word and then tried to cut and paste to here. For some reason my computer at work won't let me do that. So.....a nice lengthy post is coming....hopefully sometime in the next couple of days. I have this problem where I don't tend to log onto my computer at home much. This has greatly hindered my ability to blog. Things are good, I am happy, the family is well.

Watch for more news soon.

Mondays

The meaning of Mondays is changing for me. For the last year and some months Monday has been a day off, a day where I can make appointments, go shopping, and relax a bit. Starting next week that is no longer the case and I will be back to working the "traditional" Monday to Friday job. Not that I am unhappy about this, but it will be strange. For that time when I would hear someone say something about Mondays and how much they suck I just couldn't really relate. My Monday's didn't suck, my Monday's were usually pretty good. But now when Sunday night rolls around instead of thinking about what I will do with my day off the next day I will be thinking about getting ready for work, about what I will wear, what I will take for lunch. Wondering what the day will be like. I get a wonderful exchange for giving up my Monday's though, I get a real Friday night and I get Saturdays with my family. That is amazing.

Peace

My dreams last night were very random and scattered. I remember bits and pieces. One bit that sticks out in my memory:

I was at my Grammie's church in Helena with my Mom and my Grammie. It was the part of the service where the priest says "peace be with you" and the parishioners all say, "and also with you" and then tell each other "peace be with you" and either shake hands or hug the people around you that you share the peace with. I have no clue what that part is called not being catholic, but it was always a nice part where I felt that the people really were sharing love and peace with each other. In the dream my Grammie gave me a big hug and said, "Peace be with you Molly-O" and then I turned to share with others. When I turned back Grammie was gone and a lady said to me, "I don't know you. Are you new?" I told her we were visiting, that I was Dee King's grandaughter. She said something along the lines of how lucky I was and how much everyone misses her.

Waking up I see this as a nice message from Grammie. She is at peace and would like us to be as well. I am lucky to have had her in my life and I cherish every minute of time I had with her.

wish it were 2pm

It's Memorial Day and everyone on the continent has the day off. Except for me. My work feels that even though full time staff is of no use to help with registers etc. that on "busy" holidays we must be here. Add to that I worked all night Thursday night and have no had a day off since last Monday. I should be able to take some time for having to work this weekend but because of school groups I really can't. I need to be here to give tours.

I am supposed the be able to leave today at 2pm. I am so ready for it to be that time. Please Universe, make the day go quickly.....

comfort clothes

I want to know why flannel pants and a ratty old t-shirt can't be sexy. Shouldn't a person be more attractive when they are comfortable and at ease? The silky little nothings can be fun for a romp but I am not relaxed when I wear them, or at least not as relaxed as I am in "comfort" clothes.

The same for your everyday clothes too. Sexy is the skirt with heels. Heels that kill your feet, and a skirt that requires care in every movement you make so you don't flash someone unintentionally (intentional flashing is an entirely different matter). I would much rather wear flat sandals and a loose flowy skirt or pants with a loose top and no bra. But that is not considered as "sexy" as the other.

I would like to propose a change in the social construct of reality and make it so that comfort dictates sexy. Anyone with me?