Milieu of Me

So I’ve been pregnant a little less than a hundred days short of a year as of today. This is very interesting to me, because it’s a very loonnggg time.

I’m still having contractions, which are still producing change. I went to the doc again yesterday, I was 2+ and 90% effaced. This is good, still improving. But I went yesterday because I was having chest and heart pain that scared the crappo out of me, and then she sent me over to the hospital for some tests. Hospital beds aren’t comfortable and we were there for three hours, and I know it’s dumb, but I just wanted them to find something that would require me to have a baby. They didn’t and baby looked great which was good. He’s a happy little baby, and even stuck his little butt up in the air for the nurse which she found to be really funny.

So we had to hang out there for three hours while they ran a couple tests and then went home. There was this show on TV on the Discovery Channel that was like Sesame Street for adults. I cannot remember what the name of it was, but we watched them make fireman’s boots, q-tips, fences and a bunch of fun factory line stuff. It rocked. And of course we just make our own fun. We had to share a room with another couple, which you might sometimes have to do there unless they admit you and then you get your own room. And she was due July 13th and they couldn’t even measure her at all because her cervix wasn’t down far enough yet! That made my 2+ CM and 90% effaced look pretty good.

So life is getting more and more interesting as the days pass. My seemingly easy pregnancy is starting to wear my body out. Everytime I stand or sit it takes me a few minutes to let everything settle into place and then all my bones hurt, and if I’m laying on the couch it’s really quite painful to get up and down and I usually shreik or squeak or something whilst doing it, which makes my husband think that I’m in labor. My back hurts almost all the time, which really sucks at work as my chair sucks and it gets hurty. And I’m exhausted in a way I can’t quite explain to you, it takes almost all my gumption to get up and down let alone get to work, and do everything else a normal person is supposed to do.

However the baby is growing more and more everyday, along with my tummy. I can’t reach down for things without it being a huge ordeal, and I cannot sit up by myself at all. If I didn’t have a husband I probably wouldn’t ever go anywhere. Baby is active still as well, and almost kicks through my stomach when he plays around. He had me up Sunday night because he was having a party. It’s pretty cool to watch my entire stomach move when he plays around. The boy and I have fun watching. It becomes more and more evident every day that Feebus is a little person, and it becomes more and more real everyday that we’re going to be a Mommy and Daddy. We’re feeling pretty excited and lucky.

And our new church is excited too. We’re really having fun getting connected in there. We’re seeing familiar faces and everyone is praying for us. It feels amazing to have that church family support again. And they are all telling us to call them when the baby is born and call the prayer chain and just to even have access to one ROCKS!

All in all there are 13 days until July 9th. I could go anyday in leui of all my contracting, etc. I have a feeling we’ll be getting induced the week after the 9th. However I’m hoping that when I go back to the doctor Friday she’ll break my bag of water or something to get things moving. I’m not holding my breath. Just trying to keep breathing at this point.