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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.