Thursday, September 24, 2009

Kitty was mean mugging me.

So I went to the doctor today. Let me start by saying that I already knew that it would not be a pleasant experience because I do not like the Nurse Practitioner that I was scheduled to see. Add to it the fact that the last thing Chris said to me on the way out the door this morning was, "Maybe they will send us straight to the hospital." Have I mentioned my lack of patience? And bam, today became the longest day ever.

So, anyway, I felt like crap today. I have what feels like menstrual cramps and I am wondering with every new pain if it is supposed to be something I should know is going to happen. I keep thinking, is this a labor pain? Does this mean that it is coming soon? Is this normal? Enough to drive you crazy.

And then there is the bizarre behavior my cat has been exhibiting. I know that at this point you are thinking, "what the hell does that have to do with having your baby?" Let me explain. So a long time ago, way back in January when I found out I was pregnant, my mom asked me if my pets were treating me an differently. I thought that was weird. She proceeded to tell me that when she was pregnant with my sister, her cat started to act weird and hover around her right before she went into labor. Needless to say, for nine months, she has asked me if the pets are being strange. The answer has been a resounding no.

Until last night. So I am on the couch, and kitty, who is normally miles away praying that no one will try to pet her, decides that she needs to be on the coffee table while I am on the couch. And she is staring at me. And crying. And begging for attention. Could be explained away. It happens sometimes.

Then, when I got up several times during the night to pee, that's right, because I am nine months pregnant and have a bladder the size of a walnut, the cat was sleeping right up next to me. I have had this cat for 8 years. And for 8 years she has slept in the bedroom. And NEVER in the bed. Yet last night, she wasn't just in the bed, she was cuddled up close to me. And when I normally move, she takes off like a bat out of hell. But not this time. Instead, I have to contort my body and maneuver my giant belly around the cat because she isn't budging. When I returned from the bathroom, I had to yet again twist in a fashion that would not be comfortable even to a yoga instructor to not disturb my new best friend. And she watched me get ready this morning. She was staring me down. Little creepy.

Needless to say, the cat is bugging out, I feel like crap, and Chris has convinced me that I am birthing his child in the evening hours. So off I go to the Nurse Practitioner who, as I have already stated, is not one of my favorite people.

Without giving too much detail about how rough she was, and how uncomfortable today's appointment was, I will say that the news is good. So, I am 90% effaced and almost 3 cm dilated. Yay!!!!

Umm, but here's the thing, she also said she scraped my membrane. Sounds gross, but it is supposed to try and help bring on contractions. But now it is hours later and......nothing. A big fat nothing. (Have I mentioned that I don't have much patience?) It makes me feel a little like a failure. Which is totally ridiculous because I am not even due until October 4th. But if you put together all of the pieces of the puzzle that I had, you would have convinced yourself that I was, in fact, going to be a mother today.

Oh, nah.

So, here is to good news and hopes that before the weekend is out I will have a living, breathing Kate. :)

I would also like to add that it would be greatly appreciated if my cat would go back to her normal, elusive self and stop creeping me out. Or I will feed her to Chad's Christmas present (please see the Preppy Haze blog). will do no such thing.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I am following you.

I still cannot figure out how to have my picture appear in the little box of the people I follow. If anyone can help me, that would be fantastic. I hate being a shadow person.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Patience....a quality I lack apparently.

So, this morning my wonderful Mother-In-Law called to check on me and see how I am feeling. I think she, like everyone else in this family, would really like for Kate to be here, and is maybe hoping that one of these days my answer will be something other than, "I feel fine. Just ready." So in our conversation she proceeds to tell me that someone she knows, who is due the day after me, had their baby on Saturday, so Kate could come any day. I get the intention. She wanted me to know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

But here's the thing. This is not the first such story I have heard. In fact, a friend of ours has a friend who was due on my same date who also had her baby on Saturday. This made me excited. And then, disappointed when I immediately did not go into labor.

I am so ready to have this baby!!!!!!! And the more I hear about people who are supposed to have their babies when I do, but get blessed with being allowed to meet their child early, the longer it seems I have to wait and the more impatient I get. So, now I am finishing up my last week of long term lesson plans, hoping that maybe my daughter is just trying to be considerate and doesn't want me to be stressed about any lingering work. So now I have caused yet another issue, because I am sure I will finish the plans and then expect, as I said earlier, to immediately go into labor. Which, assuredly, will not happen.

In fact, I will not be surprised when I am one of those women who delivers 10 days late. My mom did with both my sister and I. Which is fine, I guess. I mean, its not like I am miserably uncomfortable, or its still unreasonably hot. In fact, I am actually at a rather pleasant point, unless I am trying to sleep. It's just that I feel like I have been pregnant forever, And I have so many questions about what she will be like. And I just want her to be here so I can meet her. Is that too much to ask?


Friday, September 11, 2009

Football Season in the South

It's only my favorite time of year. The weather starts to cool off. Saturday's are filled with friends, football and fantastic food. Every year our tickets come in the mail, we reserve our tailgate spot for yet another year, and begin dreaming of that first home game. There is nothing like that first one. Stepping into Sanford Stadium, mixing into the sea of red and black, watching great clips of games past while listening to the glorious voice of Larry Munson and getting ready to yell Goooooooooo Dawgs, Sic Em!!!

And tomorrow is it!!!!!

Only I am too pregnant to enjoy it. That's right, after hours of debate, I have given my ticket away. What?!?!?!?!? I am sure you are thinking WTF! I mean, I know I am. Who does such a thing. So let me describe the painful details that led to my tragic decision.

First, there is the fact that, while normally I couldn't head off to Athens early enough, Chris and his family are leaving at 10am. 10am? you say. That's late! Yes, it would seem, except the game isn't until 7:30. That's right, 9 1/2 hours of tailgating.

What's wrong with that? you may ask now.

Again..normally nothing. Only I am so pregnant that sitting outside for 10 hours before standing for 3 in the game sounds painfully miserable to me. Swollen ankles that would follow that could not be described.

And then there is the little issue of the weather. How is it that today was 77 and overcast, while tomorrow is supposed to be 88, sunny and nary a cloud in the sky. You may read this and say, it's only supposed to be 81 tomorrow. You are correct. If you are planning on staying in Atlanta. However, if you would like to travel to the Holy Town that is Athens on a Fall Saturday, you will find that somehow it is miraculously going to be 7 degrees hotter 30 miles up the road.

And then there is my favorite tailgating past time- Bacardi and Dr. Pepper. Clearly there will be none of that.

So, while I have been a pretty pleasant pregnant woman for the last 36 weeks, tonight I am positively pissed, devastatingly disappointed, and prepping myself for a Saturday of sitting at home watching the game by myself. Happy freaking fall, y'all.