38 weeks

So, here I am at 38 weeks. Bun has dropped and I am bursting. I don't know how I will stretch anymore if he really stays in there two more weeks. (Sorry, these pics aren't focused very well.)


And, though I look a bit ridiculous here, you can see that I wore my rings around my neck today. As of this morning, they no longer fit. Sad. I was being stubborn, trying to get them on, and I nearly lost my finger. I got them slightly past my knuckle, couldn't move them in either direction, and watched my finger turn purple as they cut off my circulation. I won't be trying that again anytime soon.

Remember, remember

I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I woke up with a headache.

I didn't realize the milk was gone til after I poured my cereal.

The checker at the grocery store was really mean.
-I get that the customer isn't always right. But you have to at least try to understand what they are saying before you just assume you are right. I was this girl's first customer of the day. I was really nice to her. And when she made a mistake that was going to cost me money, I was incredibly patient as I explained over and over to her what had happened. She scanned two identical coupons, but somehow the second one voided the first instead of coming off, so I wasn't getting credit for either coupon. She just wasn't listening to me, assuming she was right, and the more I tried to explain it to her, the meaner she got. I apologized over and over, even though I was right AND polite, and she was still mean. Even when she realized what had happened, she treated me like I had ruined her entire day.

I had to go to work, not even knowing if I will get paid for it, and now my feet are the size of bread loaves. (The microfilm reader I have to use is not great for pregnant people.)

I had to leave work and rush to the doctor's office because they moved up my appointment at the last minute because my doctor had to do an emergency surgery.

I ended up waiting for an hour and a half and was finally seen AFTER my initial appointment time.

He was supposed to see if I was dilated or effaced and how much Bun weighs. Instead, all I found out is that his heart is still beating and I gained 6 pounds in a week.

Also, because he had to rush out and I didn't get checked, I probably won't get my early induction, which I was promised months ago.

When I finally got home at 6 to put away the groceries from this morning, I found that one of my delicious juices leaked all over the bag because the seal was broken. So I had to clean it up AND throw it away.

And because it took me so long to get home, Mark had to leave as soon as I got here.

AND I tripped over the same empty coke bottle four times trying to put away the groceries.

But...even though it was a BAD BAD day, I realize that bad days are supposed to happen. And when I stopped long enough to REMEMBER, I realized that despite all the bad stuff, really good things happened today as well. Another lady at the grocery store told me I have a beautiful pregnancy glow, she couldn't tell I was pregnant until I turned around, and that I look great for as far along as I am. And even though the scale was mean, the nurse said she couldn't believe it, she thinks I look great, and that it doesn't mean anything. I had a good talk with my little brother on the phone. I got free blueberries. I got a $10 VISA rewards card in the mail. I didn't have to take off my pants at the doctor, AND my baby has a strong heartbeat.

Put your feet up.

It sounds like an appealing proposition. But, it really isn't. On Thursday, the Dr. didn't measure Bun like I thought he would, stating that it didn't really matter how big he is this week since he hadn't dropped at all. So, on Friday afternoon, I decided to make Bun as uncomfortable as possible, hoping he would drop. I did 3.5 hours of yard work involving our manual push mower, over grown grass and weeds, and hands and knees sidewalk edging with my floral sheers. (We bought an edger the next day). I think it actually worked. He seems much lower, and I can kind of sleep on my back now (without suffocating). But my body was in a bit of shock from the yard work, the dropped baby, and EXTREME temperatures. By Saturday night, my feet, ankles and legs were all swollen so big I could barely walk. The walking I did do was extremely uncomfortable. So, after everyone at church told me to go home and put my feet up, I did. Unfortunately, it wasn't what I thought it would be. I was incredibly uncomfortable since I had a massive baby shoved between my ribs and my elevated legs (Mark had them REALLY elevated). I was also incredibly bored. When you sit around listening to crickets, you just think of all the things you need and want to do that require you to be on your feet, or at least in a sitting position. Speaking of a sitting position, I need to get out of the one I'm currently in. My ankles were back to normal this morning (well, pregnancy normal), but now that I've been sitting here, they are swelling again.



1=This morning (You can see my right ankle tends to always be a bit swollen.)
2=Saturday night (It actually got worse than this on Sunday. I was the same size from my calf to my toes.)

I couldn't help but share. I can't remember to the penny, but this is over $100 (most of it on sale) in groceries. I paid $5.00, including tax. The picture is slightly inaccurate. I actually got 5 Minute Maid juices, but we drank the rest before I got the camera out. Look at all the laundry detergent! I was almost out, too.

35 weeks, new dress, and family

Here are some pictures of me on Sunday at 35 weeks. I am actually only measuring a little big because Bun finally put his head down. He's getting bigger, but I'm not. I was hoping for this.

The dress is new. I was inspired by a friend who helped me measure and cut. Then I sewed it all together in just enough time to clean up my sewing mess for our BBQ on Saturday and wear the thing to church Sunday. It took some cheating and tweaking, but I think it turned out well.




These are pictures from two weekends ago. We had a fun family adventure in Keokuk to celebrate my grandpa's 80th, my mom's 50th, and despite his absence, my missionary brother's 20th birthdays. I guess if you're really enjoying the "0 birthday" theme, we were also celebrating my nephew's birth. 0-20-50-80. We ALL got sick, but despite that, had a good time.