FIRST. I took both of my kids to my 36 1/2 (!!!!!!!) week appointment this morning. But that's not even the really shocking part, that's just the "third baby" part, and also the "not good at asking anyone to help me EVER GOD FORBID" part. Anyway, I took them both, and it was ...... uneventful. For real! They both sat in their chairs and played with their Leapsters and ate animal crackers they kept dropping on the germy chair and then putting into their mouths which totally made me gag but WHATEVER. They weren't screaming or choking each other with the blood pressure cuff cord or asking me too many questions about why the nurse made me take my pants off. And when the nice nurse ushered them out to an adjacent room so the doctor could, you know, do doctory things, they just walked obediently right on out of the room. I fetched them shortly after, they were covered in stickers, but the nurse wasn't crying or anything! I drove them directly to the park, so impressed was I with their model behavior.
SECOND. I gained zero pounds since my last appointment 12 days ago. You don't even KNOW how huge this is, because I can count on one hand the number of zero gaining appointments I've had in my collective pregnancies, and I'm telling you- that grand total would be somewhere around, um, zero. I've got a hunch it had more to do with being swollen in the heat wave of the entire last month and NOT being swollen after the past few days decided to be all autumnal and such .... but it was SO NICE. I don't look at the scale anymore, and I requested the nurse not tell me because then when the number is bad I go home and throw out all of J's tasty foods and eat lettuce for dinner and cry and THAT all makes for a really fun household, you know? But the doctor, when doing my belly measurement, was all "let's just make sure this number looks right since you didn't gain anything since your last visit" and I was all "I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!" And for the record, yes, the belly measured right at 37 weeks. So baby's not shrinking or anything, I'm just not a hippo this week. I'm sure next week I'll break the scale in half or outgrow my last pair of sweatpants or something. Stay tuned.
Were you shocked? Or slightly disappointed about my overselling/underperforming with the whole "shocking" thing?
And now, I need to go open more windows. I thought shredded buffalo chicken sandwiches for dinner sounded all amazing a few hours ago, so I threw them together in the crock pot. And now? The SMELL of it is giving me heartburn, and our current size small house smells like one big pot of buffalo chicken. So since I'd rather not be up vomiting acid at 2am, I moved the crock to the garage and will probably have a PB&J for dinner. Wah, me. 18 days until no more puking in my mouth at night! YAYS!
|vivi, rolling like a homie.|
the family, washing my car, because i said so.
dear nap time, i love you SO SO SO MUCH.