Is it time yet?

No. No, it is not. I’m 38 weeks today and I’m definitely starting to complain. A lot. I know that Chase will come when he’s good and ready, but geez! Mama is ready! Steve yells at me when I talk about him coming out to play and says, “Do you not listen to yourself when you talk to me?!” I’m always telling him that Chase will come out when he’s good and ready and let’s not rush him. My story is changing a bit now. LOL!
We have Suzy’s bag of tricks here already so that she can just rush over here when it’s time. In said bag, is pitocin (a labor inducer). I was joking with Steve that he was going to come home one day and I would be trying to administer it to myself. Calm down, people, it’s a joke. I am pretty opposed to non-medical necessitated induction, this little guy can hang out and take all the time he needs. I’ll just complain until then. I’ve been reading a lot about women who get induced at 37/38 weeks just because of schedule, convenience, or simply being uncomfortable. That’s absurd. And that’s my spill for the day about that.

I’ve been having a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions and lots of pressure in what I call my under-belly. I’ve also been having sharp pains in my who-ha, which are awful! My sciatica has moved from the left side to the right and it hurts worse on this side. I’ve resorted to sitting on the toilet backwards, because it hurts less. Yes, I South Park it in the bathroom - I hope you’ve seen that episode. I have an appointment on Wednesday with the chiropractor and I’m looking forward to that like no other.

Annnnnnd, it took me about nine hours to type this out and I’ve actually started feeling a lot better. I’m guessing that yesterday really took a toll on me - I did A LOT yesterday. I think nesting has kicked in or something. I just couldn’t sit down and last night I felt like total crap. I guess I just needed a little rest. :-) I took a walk earlier and I’ve been drinking tons of water and sitting on my ball. Feeling much better now! Yah!

38 week picture. I love how I look like humpty dumpty now - tiny legs, huge stomach. :-)

I’ll zest YOUR lemon!

Don’t ask. I was recently following a recipe that required lemon zest and I love it when anything requires zest. It makes me happy - it’s the little things, right?

Yesterday, I was 37 weeks and it was by far the worst day of the pregnancy thus far. I had to go run some errands and let’s just say nothing really went as planned. Let’s see, where to start. I shall make a list of complaints. Ha!

1. Target didn’t have any of the wedding gifts that I was looking for, so I got frustrated and left. Completely forgot to purchase the items that I really needed, which means I’ve got to go back today. Is it sad that I’m legit thinking about ordering body wash online so that I don’t have to go to a store anymore?
2. When I got to the parking lot to leave Target, some a-hole SUV had parked so close to me that it was nearly impossible for me to get into my car. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have been so bad, but I’m the size of a mammoth these days. I squeezed in somehow, but it was not pretty. I searched my car for a piece of paper, because I wanted to leave them a note...couldn’t find one though.
3. Leaving Target, some clown was blocking in/out traffic and refused to look in the direction of the people that he was blocking. I started flipping out, blowing my horn, and screaming (pretty positive, screaming was fruitless...no one could hear me). Made me feel slightly better though.
4. Got to BB&B and stepped in gum.
5. Steve called to tell me about an awful accident that occurred on the ONE road that leads to my house, so I decided to stop and get ice cream to kill time. Started crying in line because my sciatic hurt so bad. Wasted about an hour there.
6. Waited in dead stopped traffic for 45 minutes before turning around and going to base to hang out with Steve, kill time, and more importantly, pee. (Accident was not cleaned up yet)
7. After three hours, the accident still hadn’t been fully cleaned up, so had to sit in traffic a second time.
8. Stubbed my toe before bed and started crying. Not about the stubbed toe, but I had just had too much for the day. Poor Steve. He’s so supportive and understanding. He gave me lots of hugs and made every thing better.

And that my friends, was my horrible, no good, rotten day. I truly try not to complain too terribly much, but yesterday I had enough. Today, however, will be an awesome day! I refuse to have another repeat and I WILL have a great day, dammit!

On a brighter, sunnier note, every thing is all ready to go for Chase’s entrance into the world. We’ve got all of our supplies together (I think/hope) and now we’re just waiting. Suzy gave us her bag of goodies to bring home with us and go through as we please and we still need to take a look at all of it. I’ve just been doing a lot of cooking (freezing meals for later) and cleaning lately.

I’ll post a pic of my giant belly later. It’s really no different than the last one. I don’t think I can get much bigger, there is no more room! Chase doesn’t even really kick anymore, he shoves and pushes. I keep telling him that it’s not nice to push, but I don’t think he cares. :-)

Chase’s room thus far. Nothing much else will probably happen to it, other than a little lamp going next to the piggy bank. I just have to find one that I like.

I’m sitting here, sipping on my red raspberry leaf tea, hoping that it helps put me to sleep. I took a nap much later in the day and while it felt glorious at the time, it is definitely not conducive to getting to bed at a reasonable hour AKA now.

I’m 35 weeks today, bitches! And I’m over it. Well, not exactly. I’m over using the bathroom every 10 seconds. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t complain too much. However comma I can NOT handle rolling myself out of bed every hour or two to go to the bathroom any longer. But what can you do? SUCK IT UP!

I went to the chiro today and that was fantastic. I think I’m going to go once a week until Chase decides to come hang out and hopefully that will help with my sciatic issues - which when it flares up, I look absolutely redic. Picture me holding my left leg-butt, (Steve and I agreed that leg-butt was much more official sounding than butt-leg) and doing this weird reverse squat/lunge, kick-back thing. Yeah, that’s what I looked like in the middle of Old Navy a few weeks ago.

We’re back in sunny Florida (thank goodness) and I could’t be happier about that. We are finally able to make all meals at home and roam around our house, that now seems massive compared to the tiny hotel room we’ve been staying in. We have an appointment with Suzy we start our Bradley classes back up tomorrow.

Chase has been a busy little boy, doing who knows what in there. We got most of his stuff out of the boxes (from the showers), set up, and ready to rock. Steve said he was kind of disappointed at how easy it was to put everything together, to which I responded that if he would have been deployed during this and I was putting everything together myself...I would probably cry. A lot.

So! Here’s some pics for your viewing pleasure.
34 WEEKS. Gotta love my stank face!

35 WEEKS (Taken tonight)

Steve making things happen. He’s working on the swing here.

I have no clue how I made those two pictures side by side as I just spend way too much time trying to figure out how to get the other ones the same. Whatever. Keep it real! And please ignore any grammar errors. It’s late, I’m tired, and I’m not proof-reading.