The babe.

Dylan Danger Harris

Born September 29, 2009

4:02 pm

7 lbs 9 oz

20 inches

This little one is an absolute dream and we're completely obsessed with him.

Tomorrow! Tomorrow!

I get induced tomorrow morning at 6:30 am! Hallelujah!

I was definitely not expecting this, since my doctor typically doesn't induce first timers until at least 7 days overdue. He told me that my cervix was perfect, so he'd induce me Tuesday. Never thought that my cervix would be called perfect, but whatev.

Wish me luck!

39 weeks.

Took this beauty last night- 39 weeks and 5 days. Could I get any bigger? I think not.

Also, here's a bonus picture for your enjoyment. My feet + tons of swelling = undeniable canks.
You can even see the creases at my ankles... I kind of have rolls on my ankles, I mean cankles. Yuck....

The stats.

Dilated to a 3.

75% effaced.

Only 6 more days.

39 week pregnancy picture coming soon.

Update on my pregnancy and mental status.

Thanks for your kind words my friends- I was not doing too well on Friday. After two more days of rest, I am feeling much better. Well, actually no. Physically I am still drained, but I feel like I'm in a better place mentally.

You know, acting more like a regular person rather than the psychopath I was on Friday. Seriously, it's a good thing that Ben was at work all day on Friday, because I was a certifiable nutcase. I blame the hormones.

I go to the doctor tomorrow morning for my weekly visit. Last week I was dilated to a 2- hopefully there has been some progress. Seriously, by the aches and pains I have been dealing with for the past week I think that I should be dilated to a 7 or 8 by now... or at least a 3.

Also, 4 things happened this week to improve the quality of my life:
1. I ordered the fabulous leopard cardigan and it should be here within a week.
2. While we were driving down Orem Blvd. on Saturday night, Ben decided to moon someone. I had no idea what he was doing until his butt was out the window, but I can honestly say that I hadn't laughed that hard in years. I love my husband. Mom, dad, grandma.... sorry that you had to read this.
3. Babysitting for Dylan is arranged!
4. My crib bumper arrived in the mail and it's beautiful- thanks mom!

Another pitiful post.

I am slowly dying.

I feel so tired, so drained, that I don't know what to do.

Everything hurts. My whole body is swollen.

I am losing my mind. Already lost (and found) my car keys today- they were in the backseat.

Going to Home Depot and the dry cleaner's took all of my energy for the day. I seriously did those two things after doing absolutely nothing beforehand, and then promptly fell asleep when I got home.

Each day gets exponentially more difficult than the last.

Dylan, please come. Soon. Your mother's sanity depends on it.

Fall tv! Yay!

After a long summer of so-so television, my favorite shows are back!

The Office premiers tonight!Only a few more weeks until some Liz Lemon.

Watched on Tuesday, definitely got a little teary. Also- there's a guy from my hometown on the show. Go Columbus fireman!

Only a few more weeks until DH. Who did Mike Delfino marry? Catherine or Susan?

I just watched this show for the first time today (thanks DVR). Love it!

Excited to give "Community" a try. Word has it that it's a funny one.

There, I said it.

I'm done with being pregnant. I always said that I wasn't going to be a complaining pregnant girl, but I need to vent!

I'm just physically tired- walking around Target this afternoon really did me in. My feet are enormous and I'm not going to comment on the size of my ankles. Also- new development- my left hand is partially numb. Mostly at my fingertips, but the numbness extends to my palm as well.

I guess that I'm in the nesting stage- maybe just starting-I just feel like there are a million things that need to get done, but I really don't have the energy to do them! I need to finish the baby's room and I need to get his closet organized. Ben has been an absolute gem lately and has barely grumbled at my never-ending list of requests/chores.

I'm just happy that the latest that I'm going to be pregnant is October 7, since my doctor won't induce first time moms until they're 10 days over. Bad, since that is a million years away. Good, because at least there is an end in sight.

End of rant/vent/complain session.

Pregnant or not, I don't care.

I'm getting this cardigan immediately. I don't care that I look like I swallowed a watermelon.

Mind you, I won't wear this until after baby is born. I just love it so much that I have to have it in my closet right now.

Getting ready for Baby D.

I really haven't posted much on the progression of the baby's nursery. It's still under construction, but here are a few hints:

Still to do:
-curtains/blinds
-pictures/wall art
-mobile

Look who's going all healthy.

Seriously, mac and cheese. Not like it is anywhere near healthy now, but when I was making my dinner feast of mac and cheese (apparently I'm a single college boy), I noticed that the recipe had changed. No longer is it add the cheese, 1/4 cup milk, and 4 T. butter- it is now cheese, 3 T. fat free milk, 1/2 T. butter.

What?

I am by no means opposed to making things healthier, but I am surprised that mac and cheese succumbed to the healthy lifestyle pressure. Unfortunately, I didn't notice the change in the instructions until I had added my full-fat milk and butter portions. I succeeded in scooping out about 1 T of butter, which really didn't make much of a difference in taste.

Maybe next time that I have mac and cheese (which hopefully won't be for quite some time) I'll try the healthy option.... or probably not. I say don't mess with a good(ish) thing, like mac and cheese. If I wanted it to be healthy I would have bought the Lean Cuisine kind.

Boo for boy trips.

Ben left this afternoon to spend the holiday weekend in Indiana... without me. He and my dad are having a boy weekend full of golf and drag races. Ben is so excited, since his two favorite things (other than me of course) are golf and cars.

Where does that leave me? Well, I was invited to come this weekend, but my doctor said that it wouldn't be the best idea. I can't blame him- I'm 36 1/2 weeks along and I really need to start taking it easy.

Woe is me, I'm going to be alone for the next 5 days. Not quite sure what to do with myself either. I have a definite to-do list, but I'm overcome with loneliness. Seriously, I know that I'm lame. *I blame the loneliness on my PTSD that resulted after Ben was gone every weekend for a year and a half driving that blasted semi. Kidding. Mostly.

This weekend will consist of getting ready for baby- i.e. doing all his laundry, working on my fab mobile, getting some hospital pj's, buying blinds for his room, etc. Let's hope that I survive and don't go into pre-term labor with Ben 1500 miles away.