Fucking contractions!

So for the last like 4 hours I’ve been having what I think are contractions.  Everyone says “when you have real contractions, not braxton hicks, you’ll know” but I DON’T KNOW!!!  Honestly I don’t.

Ok, this is what I’m feeling.  Every 10 minutes or so, if I’m reclining, my belly gets really hard starting at the top, working it’s way down until my pelvis feels like it’s splitting in half.  If I’m sitting up my belly gets hard all over and my back aches.  It lasts about a minute to a minute and a half from the first sign of pressure to when it relaxes completely.  It’s not really painful but it is a little, I don’t know, sore feeling I guess.  Some of them make it hard to breathe… I’m so confused…

Bishop is asleep right now, he stuck a couple sodas in the fridge so he has them cold “when I wake him up at 4:30″.  If these are real contractions… and here comes another one… I shouldn’t be able to sleep through them, right?  I guess I’ll find out soon since I’m going to try to go to sleep in a little bit.  Wish me luck, I may have a halloween baby after all!

Any day now would be nice!

Ok, I’m so ready at this point I’m way past being impatient.  Well, I’ve gotten everything taken care of (bills paid, rent sent out, I do need to stock up on some food but other than that…), now I’m just waiting for the show to get on the road.  Or something like that.

Bishop’s mom and step dad bought us a vehicle yesterday, it’s a ‘95 Jeep Grand Cherokee, only $2500 (what a deal!) and we will pay them back.  It’s so cool that they did that, I’m so happy and grateful!  They will bring it up to us (they live 300 miles away) when they come for Derek’s arrival.  Yay!  I’m so excited!

I’ve been having some minor problems with one of my grandmothers.  She lives 600 miles away and I haven’t seen her in 4 years but she is e-mailing me pretty much demanding and guilt tripping me into telling her every little detail of what is going on.  Sorry, there isn’t much going on.  Really.  I wrote her back this morning and hopefully she will be diffused some and will stop bugging me.  I know I’m lucky that I have grandparents alive but she is not the greatest person to deal with.  Makes it really hard to e-mail back and forth when she is wanting to know things that are none of her business.

Speaking of nothing going on, my great ambition today is to put away the laundry, go through the rest of the baby clothes I’ve received (thank you everyone!!!), and take a nap.  I already have dinner planned and set out thawing (it will be roast pork loin, brined, with roast veggies) so I don’t have to worry about that.  If I have the time, and the energy, I may go grocery shopping.  Not sure yet…

I’ll be updating as much as I can so everyone will know when I go to the hospital and when Derek is born, but please don’t worry about me if I don’t post for a couple days.

Here is pics of some of the onesies that I’ve dyed so you all can ohhh and awww at them:

No good news…

But no bad news either.  *sigh*  My appt yesterday went fine.  I’m not dilated any but I’ve dropped (or I should say he has dropped) but how much and is he engaged, I forgot to ask.  I really want to get this show on the road!!!

Bishop told me something strange today: his friend has started a pool for what day Derek is going to be born.  The strange thing is I don’t think his friend likes me, he acts nice but doesn’t want to hang out around me (won’t come over to our house, won’t invite me over to his house, doesn’t want to do anything as a group, etc).  It’s very weird.  But anyway, the pool is $5, half of it to go to the winner, half of it for diapers or whatever we need.  Nice thought I guess… So far there are like 10 people in on it and the time frame is October 27th to November 20th.  We’ll see who wins I guess.

Tomorrow I’m going to dye all the onesies.  I have about a million of them, some are for Derek, and some are for Kendra’s little boy (coming soon!).  I would like to do it at mom’s house but if she is in a bad mood or her kitchen is a mess (and it is, most of the time) I’ll just grab the stuff and do it here.  It will take 2 days before I’ll have any results since I’m going to double dye, or over-dye some of them.  I’ll post some pics when they are done.

One more thing: one of the blogs on my blog roll, KAYLEIGH’S STORY, I would like people to visit and send their good thoughts, prayers, wishes, anything.  I’ve been following the blog since right before she was born and now she is 4 months old but is going through a really hard time and may not make it.  It breaks my heart but she has had some really bad times before and she has proved herself a fighter so she may make it.

One Week Notice

So I’ve given Derek his one week notice.  He has 6 days left (not counting today) to pack his bags and move out.  At most 12 days.  I’m done.  That’s it.  No more.

It doesn’t help that today I walked around a bunch and now my hips are hurting more than ever.  And I’ve got a new problem, when ever I’m sitting on the toilet my sciatic nerve bugs me and my leg howls.  Lovely.  But overall today wasn’t so bad.  I got our pack and play and set it up in the living room.  Mom had bought me a big basket, similar to “baby baskets” though it was a laundry basket, but it was too deep and it would sit on the floor.  Not quite what I wanted, so she gets to keep it and if she wants to use it for him when he is over at her house that is fine.  I don’t mind.

My appt last week with Dr Asswipe went good, mom was with me so that may have had something to do with it, or maybe he was in a good mood.  I’ll never know since I’m never seeing him again.  If he is on rotation at the hospital when I’m there I’m going to cross my legs and refuse treatment from him.  He said that I’m group B strep negative so no IV for me (yay!) and he said my blood sugar is fine (he seemed surprised, but then again he was the one that freaked out saying I must be diabetic because I was taking metformin), and everything else was looking good.  He didn’t comment on my weight gain either, I’m up to 27 pounds gained, not bad, much less than the normal 35 pounds gained, so I’m good there.  He also estimated Derek’s weight at about 6 pounds at 37 weeks.  Smaller than I was thinking but I’m glad because I don’t want a monster baby.  No 9 pounders for me please!!!  My hopes that he will come early are unfounded though, other than the fact that Bishop, his brother Patrick (he was born 2 months early in 1974 and only lived 12 days), Me and Lindsey were all early.  I’m really crossing my fingers that I don’t have much longer to wait…

I have another appt this week (ahh…gotta love weekly appts!) and I’m thinking about asking to get my membranes stripped, but I’m not sure yet.  I’ll hold off on that decision for now.

Hopefully I can sleep tonight and tomorrow I can get a nap.  I haven’t had one in days and I’m so tired but I can’t sleep at night (hence the really late night blog posts). *yawn*  Take care everyone.

My claim to fame…

My claim to fame is that given enough time I can figure anything (well, almost anything) out. Like take this blog. I’ve been having problems getting my pictures to show up, 20 minutes of actually sitting here without interruption and I’ve got our page figured out. Now you can see all of us!

Today was the home visit. I spent a week slaving away cleaning, getting everything ready to have someone “official” in our apartment and she comes, chats for about 30 minutes, updates some paperwork and then leaves. Never sees anything but the living room (which is spotless, by the way). I feel cheated out of my cleaning time. But at least it’s clean and maintainable and I’m not going to do any more deep cleaning for a couple more months. Dusting and vacuuming is one thing, taking everything off the entertainment center and dusting everything is out of the question. We will just have to live with the dust. Plus, I’m too tired now to do any more and I will soon be way too tired to do anything. Bishop and Lindsey will just have to deal with it. (Not like they have any choice, like I say to them all the time, don’t complain that I haven’t done something if they won’t do it. It seems to work, no complaints about much of anything!)

So my mom has been going nuts baby-wise, she bought a couple “surprises” for Derek today but she won’t tell me what she bought. She also got a bunch of stuff to knit baby blankets. I was worried that I would end up with a million blankets from my online shower, instead my mother is going to make a million of them to make up for not receiving any. Yeah, thanks mom, I’ve already got a million blankets for the adults in this house, like I need a million more to clutter up our bedroom.

And Bishop’s mom has made me promise that I call her the minute that I go into labor. She lives 300 miles away. It’s an 8 hour drive. I think she intends to drop everything and drive like hell so she can be in the delivery room. Don’t get me wrong, I love his mom and I would love her to be there but I can’t imagine her getting here in time. Kinda makes me laugh! I’ve got to admire her tenacity though, her and her DH were planning to bring the RV up here and stay a month but because of his work (he was supposed to retire this month but that has been pushed to February), and RV problems he is going to take a week off or so and they are going to stay in a hotel the whole time. I’ll be glad that she is around. I know, I sound crazy but I love my MIL.

Tomorrow I’m 37 weeks, only 3 to go. Do I get a vacation yet? Or at least a ribbon saying congratulations, you’ve made it this far? I wish…. Instead it’s same as it ever was, normal stuff going on for all of us except everything has to be done slower for me. I guess it’s ok, it could be much worse, I could be on bed rest and nothing would get done around here. Or I could still be TTC with the heartache of every failed cycle and emotional pain of seeing those around me get pregnant. I’m very glad to be where I am but at the same time I’m very tired of being pregnant and being in pain all the time. Soon enough I’ll have my body back, so quit bitching Colleen, right?