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Forty weeks, two days, due yesterday

I’m trying to smile, honest I am.
Made a little progress over the week; lost half a pound  but dilated to just about a two. I let Owen play hooky from school the last two days to hang with me and my parents. We’ve been having a fairly good time just chillin’ around the house.
I don’t […]

40 weeks

Still nada. I am pointing and laughing at the girl I was two weeks ago, who thought she’d have a newborn by this time.
Ha. Oh, ha ha ha.
It’s like 157 degrees outside and I am as big as a house and resigned to the fact that this child just doesn’t want to come out. He’s […]

Spoken like a true Marylander

Owen, with head cocked and hands clasped, to me at the dinner table:
“You done your dinner, sweetpea?”
Well, I died right there, I tell ya. Bless his heart.
“Done your.” Geez. If he had only replaced “sweetpea” with “Hon” I’d have known we had a true bilinguist in our midst: American English AND Bawlmerese.
Was this how my […]

Minutes from Flipperers Local 530 meeting re: negotiations

39w3d
Contract negotiations stalled. Both parties agreed to lay back and chillax for the time being, coming back to the table next Thursday unless some sort of strike is called beforehand.
In other words: No change! That day of fairly regular (albeit widely-spaced) Braxton Hicks contractions was just a tease. The doctor says the baby is “mid-position” […]

Owen: A welcome distraction

39w1d.
My BHs are organizing like surly steelworkers. They’ve been about every hour all day. Progress or wishful thinking? Will there be contract negotiations tomorrow? Only time will tell.
***
To keep our minds off my gigantic uncomfortableness, let me tell you how awesome my firstborn is.
For the last two weeks, he’s been bursting into my room about […]

Address change: I’ve moved to Slothtown

39 weeks.
So tired. All the time. So irritable. No energy to do anything but bitch that there’s nothing good on TV. I need a celebrity trash magazine and a few pints of ice cream. I need to put my feet up and call in sick to work. I need to cuddle up with my son […]

supa the supine hypotensive

Doctor visit today. 38 weeks.
I got more information on the reason for my stressful non-stress test of two weeks ago: “supine hypotension.” (I would like to advise the me of 10 minutes ago not to google “pregnancy and hypotension,” though, because the mere occurrence of the phrase “fetal outcome” is rather panic-inducing.)
So. Supine hypotension. I […]

Guess the body part!

making waves
It’s not quite as good as this (which is a definite hoax) but it’s still freaking weird. I wholeheartedly believe my belly is not supposed to have corners.

Last nesting: sewing the baby caddy, dyeing onesies

Did I mention how awesome Mother’s Day was? I got to sleep in til 10 o’clock. And then I was awakened by a smiling Owen and some doughnuts. Later that afternoon, as the boys were napping, I started sewing the Gardening Tote from my new sewing book, Lotta Jansdotter’s Simple Sewing.

It went together in a […]

Pregnancy’s unintelligent design

The other day I was talking to my best friend on the phone, explaining that the intelligence of the pregnant human body is that you get so miserable by the end you’re actually begging for the pain and humiliation of childbirth. BEGGING for it. Dreaming about it.
Well, I realize that there’s an unintelligent part of […]

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