38 Weeks

These days when people ask how I am my pat response is “Still pregnant!”  And why not, I’m only 38 weeks I should be, right?  But what I’ve discovered, personally and from speaking with others, is that if you have one baby who is early you really want to experience that again.

Last night I had to get up to pee, as I do a few times every night, and I had a horrible time getting out of bed.  I was trying to roll/flop over to get the momentum going to get out of bed and it was not working out too well.  It resulted in some pain in my belly and therefore some groans from me.  After about two minutes I was finally up and out of bed.  When I got back into bed Bill said something.  Due to wearing earplugs I had to remove one and ask him what he’d said.  He said, “Are you having contractions?”  I told him no, that I just can’t get out of bed anymore.  He rolled over and started snoring again.  Oh well, at least he asked.

But this….this is an example of why I’m just ready to be done being pregnant.  I want to be able to roll over instead of flop over in bed.  I want to be able to sleep on my stomach again.  Just don’t tell my chiropractor though.

Superbowl Plans?

I can tell you right now what my plans are for Superbowl Sunday……

I plan to meet Squirt.  That’s right.  I could care less about the game this year.  I am anything but a Steelers fan and the Cardinals beat our beloved Eagles so really, what’s the point?  The last few years the commercials haven’t been that entertaining.

So I decided that this year I’m going to shake things up and have a baby instead.

No, I do not have a C-section planned.  Really, what doctor would ever do that on the day of the Big Game?

On the way into work this morning I had a chat with Squirt.  I told her that I was officially giving her an eviction notice.  As of Sunday she has to find a new place to hang out.  I told her that her nursery is ready and waiting for her.  That her big sister Rylee can’t wait to hold her and that her father and I just want to see her pretty face.

Her response?  She kicked me in the ribs.