I am so done being pregnant! I mean, I am THROUGH! If I could magically fast-forward a few more weeks and pop this baby out, I totally would. I have the most wicked sweet tooth lately - I've had pie and ice cream, cake and ice cream, donuts, cheesecake (probably would have been good with ice cream), and I even baked a cake and have plans to bake rice crispies treats. It's amazing that I don't weigh over 200 pounds.
I am so swollen and puffy. My feet hurt and my shoes don't fit. My head hurts. My hips hurt. Walking up and down the stairs feels like I just ran a marathon. I am tired beyond belief, but when I lay down to sleep, I can't. I spend my nights tossing and turning - not an easy feat with all this extra baggage - until 3 or 4 in the morning, just wishing I could sleep. Late night TV is bad enough in the States, but when I'm limited to only 11 channels on AFN, I end up watching the most awful shows and movies out of desperation. To top it off, I have to pee every single hour, so I have to haul myself out of bed for that. I've heard people say it's nature's way of preparing you for the baby, and to that I say, "WHATEVER!" That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Why won't nature let me get as much sleep as I can in preparation for the many sleepless nights I'm sure to encounter once the baby arrives? Stupid!
And supposedly, the baby is supposed to slow down in movements right about now. Yeah - that's not happening for me. She is still a very active baby, especially at night, and sometimes it just feels like she wants to hurt me! I wake up to her little feet in my ribs every morning, and she spends the rest of the time stretching out and shoving that little foot as far as it will go, to the point of causing me pain. And she is her Daddy's girl, for sure. A couple weeks ago, I was trying to get to sleep, and Steve was behind me and he starts to spaz out a bit when he first falls asleep. Next thing I know, she starts to spaz, too! I thought it was a crazy coincidence at first, but it went on for a couple minutes - he would spaz and jump, then she would jump, then he would, then she would, back and forth. It was cute for a little bit, until I wanted to tell the both of them to "BE STILL!" so I could get some sleep.
Last Monday, we watched the Lamaze video. Oh. My. Dog. It was hilarious and we ended up goofing off most of the time. The people were from the 80s, and it was funny looking at the hairdos and clothes. However, we did actually try some of the techniques and we will give them a go. They also showed three different births, and WOW! Sometimes, I feel all set with the whole birth thing until I actually watch a video. Then, I think, "There's just no way in the world that is possible." We'll likely watch it a couple more times just to try to be prepared. Maybe next time we will be a little more serious. I only wish these tile floors were not so hard! Maybe next time we'll pad the floor with all the sofa cushions before getting down there.
Anyhow, I am so praying that I follow in the steps of my sisters and deliver her between 36 and 38 weeks. If so, then I only have 3-5 weeks left (give or take a few days). Steve put the car seat base into the car yesterday, and the pack and play is all set up, so we're set if she decides to make an early appearance.
Come on, baby!
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