Carrying my Watermelon
How sweet is a 5-year-old, sleeping soundly, hugging his favorite toy?
(btw, Joshua and Caleb’s hands are so big now that the three of us shared gloves this winter. I just made sure I bought very unisex gloves…)
Alan took the day off today. I’m really glad he did. I have three weeks left until I give birth, and it was WONDERFUL to not have to take Daniel with me to the grocery store!!! I tried to buy enough groceries to make it my last big grocery trip while pregnant. You should see me, 8 months pregnant, pushing 2 buggies full of groceries through the grocery store.
At least this week I didn’t have to stop every 10 feet to talk to Daniel, help Daniel, pick up things Daniel had thrown in the floor, dig out Daniel’s cup, or open food for Daniel. Phew! He hung out with Daddy instead.
I was proud of one of Daddy’s accomplishments this morning. He did his own bargain shopping. He bought the boys three brand new shirts, plus one shirt for Dan for only $13. Joshua and Caleb have informed me that many of their shirts are too small now. They are right. They are “smalls” no longer. : (
Joshua and his pals, at the space derby last weekend
I now go to the doc every week, until my c-section. Yesterday I had my GBS test. Of course, in true April style, I tried to weasel my way out of it. First, I informed them that since I’d tested positive 2/3 pregnancies, couldn’t we just call it positive as a precaution? They weren’t impressed.
Next, I felt it important to inform them that I was on my last day of antibiotics, so the results may not be correct really. (Group B Strep bacteria comes and goes all the time, so while I may not have it now, that doesn’t really mean I won’t have it in a few weeks….but I guess that’s why they test at the end of the pregnancy. ) I suppose they actually DO know what they are doing. I just didn’t want to take my skirt off. : ) Oh, well.
You should’ve seen Daniel, cozy under the sheet with me, sandwiched between his mommy and the bed rail. He was as happy as a lark. I assured him, “Don’t worry. They’re not going to do anything to you.”
He didn’t seem concerned. Daniel is such a precious sidekick.
So I met the doc who will do my c-section. He’s your classic old man doctor. I’m rather pleased that I’ve been assigned this experienced physician as opposed to some resident in training to do my surgery!!! I feel pretty good about all this.
All of my vitals and David’s vitals checked out nicely. BP: 114/72, weight: I’ll pass on commenting…..My uterus measured 36cm (36 weeks), and they said since I was 35 weeks and 2 days that’s right on target. Sounds like he’s getting a little big already to me….but no surprise there, eh?
The doc also assured me they would throw out the morphine and give me a different medication for after the c-section, so no need to repeat my previous horrific experience with morphine.
Oh! And for anyone who comes to see me at the hospital, let me tell you about my lunch yesterday! Dan and I ate there b/c I was starving, and the tuna salad sandwich and cheesecake was SO good. Daniel especially enjoyed the cheesecake. We give our local hospital cafeteria all gold stars. : )
Now I just have to survive the final 3 weeks of carrying around this watermelon in my belly. Seriously. I want you all to go to the grocery store, pick up a watermelon, of any size, and hold it for a minute. Imagine yourself being expected to carry that watermelon around ALL day long, while simultaneously preparing three meals/day, carrying a 2 year old up and down stairs, chasing said 2 year old whenever he decides to make a run for it, vacuuming, de-cluttering, helping children with homework, and carrying laundry baskets up and down two flights of stairs.
I’ll leave you with that thought. I’m just thankful I spent so much of the last year exercising, making this the easiest I’ve ever had it in the last month. It’s a lot easier to carry around that watermelon when you’ve built yourself some muscles!!!