Weekend Update

After kindergarten Graduation, I decided I would have the baby on Saturday June 23. I chose that day because it was filled with a lot of tasks I did not want to do. So I packed my bag. I then ordered some spicy take out hoping to bring on the pains. Nothing!

Friday we made plans to meet up with some family and go watcha movie. Everyone else in the city had the same idea. Evan Almighty will have to wait for another time. We ended up going out to dinner to the Redwater Rustic Grill. I had the salad and Mr. Wonderful had the Special, Wild Boar. Let me tell you special doesn’t always mean “on special”. Well he said it was delicious and I took his word for it. I would like to go again when I have more room in my body to enjoy something other than salad. By the time we got home I was having regular contractions. They came every 5-7 minutes and were getting stronger. I thought “Finally a child that will listen to me.” I decided if I’m going into labour I should get some things done while I can so I finished the service sheet for sunday, tidied the bathroom, did some laundry etc. and then went to bed because my labours are long and I am going to neeed all the energy I can store up. I woke up Saturday morning. Nothing!

So we wentt about our tasks, the ones I was trying to get out of, and suddenly a plummer was coming for a tenant and I had to be at home. He said he was coming at around 2:30 so I decided to take a nap. As soon as my head hit the pillow, at least that is what it felt like, the phone rang. He was there. So I rolled my wale like body out of bed just to get yelled at for not giving him a credit card number that I had already cleared up with his office. Yay! So after finally clearing up his misunderstanding and signing invoices we were back on the road doing our tasks. At about 5:00 we got some fun in that Mr. Wonderful had won tickets to a baseball game so went. Just so you know kids only last about 5 innings so we were so outta there. We decided to come back sans kids next time.

Sunday my family came to church for a visit and then left becuse one of the tasks for Saturday was paint my parents kitchen. Then we were invited for dinner to Chez Larsens, a nice place, kid friendly and has really good potatoes. I’d share the recipe but I don’t have permission.

Anyway, despite no baby, late nights ,and a rude plummer, the weekend went pretty well. Maybe next weekend we should take a different approach. Not so many plans may relax us enough to have this baby.

Just an aside:

Tweedle E comes running into his teacher this morning and says “Miss B, Miss B do you want to meet my baby brother?”

She got all excited and said “yes”.

Then he replied, “Good cause he is coming soon.”

Then I waddled in, and he was laughing because he tricked her. What a goober.

39 weeks and counting

Still nothing. I go to my Dr. today and she will probably tell me nothing is going on and then attempt to do a little “rimming” (irritate my cervix) for that is what she did last week. I had some contractions shortly after but nothing note worthy. I’m really not surprised.

I just hope any attempts to produce a baby will not work until after 11:30 am on thursday 21st because tweedle E has his Kindergarten Grad. I really want to be there. He wasn’t able to go to his Christmas concert due to illness so I really want to see what they have prepared for Graduation. Maybe that is why I still haven’t packed my bag.

Last Chance

This is your last chance to get in on the the once in a life time give away baby pool as it starts tomorrow. The following spots are available:

June 16 am, pm boy
June 17 am, pm boy and am girl
June 18 all
June 19 am, pm boy and pm girl
June 20 am boy and am girl
June 21 all
June 22 am boy and am,pm girl
June 23 am boy and am, pm girl
June 24 am boy and am girl
June 25 pm girl
June 26 (due date) all
June 28 am, pm girl
June 29 pm boy and am girl
July 2 pm boy and am girl
July 3 am, pm boy and pm girl
July 4 pm boy and am girl
July 5 pm boy and pm girl
July 6,&7 all

Than you to all 32 of you who have already entered. Remember there will be a prize.

And Just for your reading pleasure some random things heard around the house.

Mr. Wonderful: “It has to be a boy `cause I only shoot “ys” they penetrate the egg better.”

Me:“They are like lttle divining rods are they?”

Mr. Wonderful:“No little arrows.”

On the birth of his cousins baby girl

Mr. Wonderful: “Oh boy is Jeff in trouble, she is going to have him wrapped around her little finger.”

Me:” What if you have a girl?”

Mr. Wonderful:“Not going to happen. I only shoot “Ys.” That is why you are so fertile and I don’t have to deal whith the “x-factor”. “

Me:*blink, blink* …”What?”

Do you see a pattern developing

An Email from my Dad

” 34 years ago a little girl was born to her mother 7 lbs, 16 oz at 7:30 in the morning on the 16th of June. I choose the 16th, am, little girl, I know it isn’t likely but wouldn’t that be great. 3 generations in a row. What would be the odds? Maybe Mark can figure out the probability.”

Good Luck One and all

Where does the time go

I thought I still had a lot of time left. It wasn’t till one of my episodes sent me to the hospital that I thought gee I haven’t even packed a bag yet. I told you I was still in denial. Now that I have checked my ticker, I see that I have less time than I thought. Guess I better get that bed put together and the carseat in the car and the bag packed, and the bathroom clean and the kitchen clean and… I ‘ll do that tomorrow. I’m tired.

The Word On The Street.

Apparently I am Giving Birth to:

a) A Synchronized Swimmer
b) A Tai Chi Baby
c) Professional Spin The Bottle Player

This baby doesn’t kick or punch like the other tweedles. It usually makes slow broad movements. Ocassionally there will be a massive movement where my stomach looks like its about to rocket of my body, but that is only when it is spinning around in my stomach.

Last Tuesday I went early in the morning to have an ultrsound to confirm baby’s position. To my surprise tweedle 3 was head down. A slight relief washed over me as I thought everything was ok and was going to progress as normal. Yippy, I don’t have to worry about c sections, or turning the baby. Then the sudden rush of disappointment came over me as I thought, “great now I’m going to go late like I did with the others and i was so hoping to have this one a little early.” Then I tucked that thought away and proceeded to my regular stance of denial and believing that I’m really not going through this. I’m not really pregnant. I’m not really going to go into labour have my unmentionables stretched and feel “The Ring of Fire.” All was well again.

Later that day I had a doctors appointment to discuss the ultrasound. The doctor came in and said we have to reschedual your ultrasound for two weeks later as the baby was head down but had “brow presentation.” Not a good birthing position I guess. The she proceeded to tell me that I have an unusually large amount of fluid which is allowing the baby to move a lot more so she wasn’t that worried and figured the head would get into position. Then came the exam. She found that the baby was no longer engaged with the pelvis and was slightly off to te side. She easily moved it back into the pelvis and went to get her doppler to take a heart reading. As she put the doppler down the baby made one of its massive movements and ended up transverse on the other side. So that day my baby was spinning counter-clock-wise as if on a wheel.

I have taken some your advise and have positioned myself for optimal heartburn (modifed downward dog, or pelvic tilt) to encourage head downess. I also play my ipod near my pubic bone hoping to encourage baby to swim that way. Some nights there are massive movements and I think I even had the head back up under my ribs at one point. That is one of my least favorite possitions as tweedle 3 then braces both feet on my hips and stretches out. Thankfully that didn’t last long.

I have another appointment in a few days and I will then be 37 weeks. Maybe I can catch a break. What do you think my odds are?

Gimmie A “C”

I went to the doctor today and found out tweedle 3 is breech. I will find out tomorow when I will be having an ultrasound to confirm the baby’s position. After that I will have another appointment to see if I want to try and turn the baby. If that doesn’t work then we will schedual a c-section. I have never had one so I’m a little scared. I am also concerned about turning the baby because it is only 53% effective for breech. So if any of you have some advice or knowledge in this area please share.

Other than that the baby is doing fine. Heartbeat at 140 again. Whatever that means.

The Hills Are Alive…

…with the sound of moaning. Yesterday we got got back from our second annual may long weekend camping trip to the mountains. Yes, thats right at 34 + weeks I went camping in a tent and slept on an air mattress. I even went on a hike or two. Now I am paying for it. My back is sore and I am very tired. If I had to do it all over again I probably would do the same thing. I hate missing out on fun and I really wanted to be with my family.

Day One

We arrived at the site and set up. Mrs. Darcy and Mr. Wonderful made dinner while Mr. Darcy watched the kids and I set up beds. After a nutritious meal of hot dogs and fruit, Mr. Wonderful led the group in a bit of a sing-a-long. We retired to our tents at about 10:00pm

Day Two

We were coherced out of bed by Twin #1. He had escaped from the Darcy tent to come and have breakfast. He stood outside calling our names and asking for muffins, cereal or fruit. What a cutie. Mr. Wonderful and the boys quickly dressed and eased his hunger while I rolled around on the air mattress like a weeble trying to get some clothes on.

After Breakfast we decided to go to town and throw some rocks into the big lake. The water was higher this year. Quite a bit higher than I’ve seen in a long time. The wind was quite chilly at townsite so much so that Mr. Wonderful brought out a camping chair and Mrs. Darcy a yellow blanket, so that I could sit close to the kids and watch them. Mr. Wonderful made a comment while laughing that this was something that we did for my grandfather shortly before he died. Then he started calling me Grandma Dean. The rock throwing didn’t last long as the wind was so cold, so we went into a camp kitchen for lunch and started a fire in the fire place.

Because the men and boys wanted to go fishing we decided to look for a spot. So the caravan proceeded to Cameron Lake (which was frozen over). The males go out and explored. While I caught a catnap in the van. They returned with excited faces telling me about the breaking ice falling into a river. They apparently had a good time.

We next went to the falls. Then we went to the “diamond store” where the boys got to pick one rock or mineral to add to their collection. Still in need of some fishing we ended up back at camp where the males decided that they would hike 2.5 km to a lake that proved promissing last year. They took the older boys while Mrs. Darcy, the twins, and I started a fire and began dinner. The hunters returned wet, tired, and with two fish. Survivor has nothing on them.

We retired early that night only to be seranaded by an angry wind all night.

Day Three

The day started much the same way with the hungry pleading of a three year old, except it was much warmer and I needed more help geting up. We went to town and Mr. Darcy and I went and showered while Mrs. Darcy to the twins to throw rocks and Mr. Wonderful took the older boys to the park to play. I stood a long time in the shower, allowing the heat to loosen up the knots in my back. We ate lunch after Tweedle E told me a story on my arm that involved a dandy lion. He did a really good job telling it.

Fter luch we went to walk around Red Rock Canyon, then we hiked to Blakiston falls. That is an easy hike and Mr. Wonderful stayed with me the whole time to make sure I was ok. I had to do the hike two other pregnant ladies had come out and looked fine. I needed to prove that I was just as tuff. My bet is that they were not sleeping on an air matress at night. I did good and tryed not to push it. After the hike we returned to camp and had dinner. Again we retired early. Thankfully here was no wind that night. I did sleep better, but realized up waking that it was a good thing we weren’t staying another night because I don’t think my body could have handled it.

Day Four

Morning broke and so we broke camp, met the Darcy family at the candy store and parted ways from the subway. We got to visit Mr. Wonderful’s parents and sister for a few hours, while the much needed tylenol, that I forgot to pack, started working its magic. We took our time getting home as the weather was crappy. The further north we went the worse it got. Mr. Wonderful made the kids take a bath and started their laundry so they would have something to wear to school. I took a shower a promptly went to bed. How I missed my bed. I slept pretty good but as I said before my back is hurting. I guess thats the price I pay for getting some cool memories. I’m going to go sleep with my magic bag now before I have to go and pick up Tweedle E from school.

32 + Weeks, Sorry no pictures.

Last week I had a glow (or so a mom at school said). This week I’m a bit of a zombie. I have been uncomfortable for days and on tuesday I got an email from baby center that told me I would have trouble sleeping. Glad to know I’m keeping up with the trends. Thankfully my doctor gave me Zantac for my heartburn so I only have problems with acid first thing in the morning (if at all), in stead of all night long. This week was suposed to be a significant weight gain week and I have been really feeling the force of gravity. On sunday night I couldn’t hardly walk and going to the bathroom hasn’t been satisfying at all. I think I should clarify. You know when you have to pee and you sit down and two drops come out. Your sitting there thinking “come on there has to be more.” But no there isn’t anymore. Then when you get up to pull up your pants, you feel this tremendous urge to go again so you sit down, then nothing comes out. Sorry for the visual.

I’ve been told that I still look small and cute. Thank you to everyone who says that, but I don’t feel it. I think there is only a small window of cuteness (at least for me) and it falls between 6 1/2 months and 7 1/2 months. Before that I’m just sick and after I’m so uncomfortable and awkward that I start to question if this is really my body.

I’m still throwing up but only in the mornings now and not every morning. Yay. I think it has something to do with our early rising so I can have the van to take and pick up the kids from school.

On friday last week we purchased our stroller. We are still working on getting a place for the baby to sleep and a car seat. I am really surprised at how much prices for baby stuff has gone up since I was last pregnant, but what should I expect, everything else has doubled in the last 9 years why not baby stuff.

As for the baby, things are progressing normally. I seem to be average in my fundal size and the heart rate is all over from 140 to 160 so good luck guessing the sex by heart rate. About a week ago the baby finally turned from being transverse (head on the left) to being head down, but that brought on the all night heartburn hence the zantac. Tweedle 3 is also moving a lot and has the hicups more often than my other two babes did. I still have no feels as to the sex of the baby, but we do call him, him probably cause thats all we know and we are having troubles with girl names. My boys are pretty sure that tweedle 3 is a boy. They still like submitting silly girl names though. Tweedle D sugested Daffodil to day. My niece said we could use “Valiant December” if we wanted too. She wouldn’t mind if we used her baby name. She is only 7.

Well I’m pretty sleepy and my back hurts now so I’m going to go heat up my “Magic Bag” and get ready to settle in for some Grey’s. I will probably be asleep before the first half hour (of the two hour special) is done. Here is hoping for a restful sleep tonight.

TTFN

Placenta Brain

I seem to be making things up now as well as forgetting things. Lucky me. I wonder if I should change my blog to Alyson in Whiningland because that is all I seem to be in the mood to do right now.

Burning In The Bosom.

In honor of reaching my 28 weeks my “growth” has decided to enter me into the brave new world of Heart Burn. I can’t complain too much, because I’ve had it worse. With Tweedle D I had it mainly in the first and third trimesters and with Tweedle E I had heart Burn the whole time. (maybe that is why he is such a spit fire). This time however, Tweedle 3 has decided to sit so high that everything I eat causes heart burn and when I delay eating I get heart burn. I can’t do the tums thing because I will throw up. Right now I chew have a rolaids soft chew and I seem to be ok for few hours, but the flavor is getting old fast.