40 Weeks + 1 day
Posted on June 27, 2010 · Filed Under irks, photos, preggers · 38 Comments
Whoorlita seems to be comfy and cozy and NOT going anywhere. Her due date came and went with not an ounce of fanfare.
So we took a 2-mile hike this morning.
Although this might be a better depiction of the way I currently feel.
Have you read about the Sneaky Hate Spiral at Hyperbole and a Half? Yeah. I am nearing Rage Sprinkler territory. (Also, check out Wito’s windblown Dwight Schrute hair.)
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must scarf down an enormous bowl of incredibly spicy Kung Pao chicken. Peace be with you.
Blergh
Posted on June 21, 2010 · Filed Under preggers · 29 Comments
I’m officially out of energy. My parents get here in two days, my last scheduled OB appointment is in a few hours and my due date is this Saturday. I had given birth to Wito at this point in my last pregnancy, so I was spared the discomfort of the 40th week.
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That’s all I’ve got. Hopefully happy news is around the corner!
37 Weeks — The Name Remains a Mystery!
Posted on June 8, 2010 · Filed Under photos, preggers · 93 Comments
*While many of you guessed the middle name correctly, I must say that no one guessed MO’s first name in the comments, on Twitter or in the emails I received. BWAHAHAAAAA, it is a mystery of epic proportions! I HOLD THE POWER.
*My back labor has eased up substantially, which is good and bad. Good? Well, obviously, I feel better. Bad? Why in the hell did I pack my hospital bag? I mean, the baby is Never Going to ARRIIIIIIIIIVE. Let’s all feel sorry for me right now.
*We had a 37-week ultrasound yesterday and for a brief, fleeting moment, MO pulled her hands out of her mouth to show us her little profile. Wito was in the room with us and yelled, “It’s the Baby Bean show!!” (We also call her Baby Bean around the house. Whoorlita, MO, Baby Bean…we welcome confusion.) Here she is:
Annnnnd, hands back in mouth.
*I am having these massive energy spurts at 11pm while everyone else snoozes in our dark house. Last night, I poked around Wito’s room for a good 15 minutes while he slept until I realized I was being sort of creepy.
*We are in the thick of June Gloom out here, which is only making my antsy mood worse. Can’t sleep! Baby will never come! Restless legs! The world is ending!
Tell me something good. I am seriously funkafied right now.
