Are We There Yet?

I keep telling myself, "Today is just one of those days. Tomorrow I'll feel 100% better."

Over
and over
...and over again.

And has all this positive thinking helped? Not one everlovin' bit.

I feel nauseous, my back hurts, I'm exhausted, and my head hurts. Boo frickin' hoo, right? It comes with the territory and I know that. I know I'm supposed to suck it all up just be so excited about the joys of impending motherhood that none of this stuff gets me down but to be honest...I'm having a bad day and since I'm home alone all night, I've only got you to whine to via the miraculous interweb. (could be worse, I could be dialing your number to perform a maneuver known as the telephonic whine)

I spent an anxious couple of minutes wondering if all this was actually labour but I sincerely doubt that. All the same, I'm left to wonder....

Wheeeeeeeeen is this going to eeeeeeeeend?

I know I'm not technically ready for Bug but to hell with it! Come on down, kiddo!!!!!

Anytime now.

Eh-nee-ti-emah! Kuhum ohn dowan lihttel wun kaus yer mahmah whants tah meecha.

31 Weeks

I was planning on doing at least one more posting over the weekend but our internet router decided that it had had enough of the poor working conditions at our place and quit. Sadly, quite a number of electronics that have spent any amount of time in my company lately are now either on strike or they've come down with a serious case of Alzheimers. Perhaps we should offer health benefits?

My cell phone has decided that I now merit my own time zone: BC + 30 minutes (which, given my size, I have problems disputing). If this was a one time glitch, I would have found it mildly funny, but every single time I correct the time, my phone goes into a sulk and then changes it back when I'm not looking. My clock radio screams and goes off channel when I dare touch it and my ipod is now just plain ignoring me most of the time when I try to use the touch wheel. Why shouldn't my router join in on the "fun"? Sigh

I've always had some effect on electronics (batteries in watches die quick deaths, radios get louder when I am nearby, etc) but lately the problem has gotten so much worse. I'm beginning to wonder if Bug is going to be like me and if the two of us are what is causing these additional or accelerated glitches. I'm just glad my computer here at work is still working (although that may be because our IT dude recommended I place the tower as far away from me as physically possible when he first realized my effect on electronics).

Anyway...so here we are: 31 weeks along. The Baby Center's update this week is ho hum but it does have a pretty good picture showing roughly how big Bug is...no wonder my stomach is as hard as a drum and I'm constantly running for the bathroom! I'm surprised the kid can move at all in there! The 3D pic and blurb are here but again, I'm not blown away by the amazing info. I read my "What to Expect When You're Expecting" week 31 update this morning and there was at least one thing I remember thinking was cool...but do you think I can remember what that was? Noooooo, not a chance. Gah!

Bug and I are doing well. I'm feeling pretty good most of the time if you don't count being tired, having a sore back, feeling like my pelvis is being pushed down to my knees, and the almost constant sensation that my hips are being pried out of their sockets.

I know it may not always sound like it, but for all my bitching there really is nothing like this whole experience...I wouldn't trade it for all the ibuprofen in the world (which is - these days - saying a LOT).

29 Weeks or Hie Ho, Hie Ho, 76 Days to Go

This pic is off the internet showing a baby that is 29 weeks along.

The Baby Center update (as sparse as it is) can be found by clicking on this link and the 3d rotatable picture and info is available for your viewing pleasure if you click on this. I know I usually post the link for the Visible Embryo website but since the visuals remind me of movie posters from "Night of the Living Dead" or "28 Days Later," I'm just going to leave that for now. Besides, the only cool stuff from that website indicates that Bug now has hair on her head (not lanugo) and her bone marrow and brain stem have now developed enough that they are operating as they should (producing red blood cells, regulating her body temperature, etc).

So what's up with Bug and I? She seems to be having a grand ole time swishing around in my uterus, blissfully unaware (or uncaring) of how difficult that can make it for me to get a good night's sleep. Most nights she's pretty good but last night she seemed to be as restless as I was and her movements were strong enough and painful enough to keep me awake or to wake me. Given how much I love my sleep, you would think I would have been a wreck half way through the night but I just can't seem to get upset when the reason I'm heading for sleep deprivation is that she's performing her little internal gymnastics. I know, I know...I'm already putty in her teensy little hands.

However, even without Bug's little nocturnal tumbling routine, last night was a bit rough because every time I moved to relieve the painful pressure point on my left hip my stomach would clench up, making me feel like someone was jabbing me in the gut with a hot poker. Being the magnanimous person I am (as I am sure you are all aware), I was expending a mighty effort to keep from screaming, grunting or crying so as not to wake up Scott but he's so dialed in to how I'm feeling these days he woke up every bloody time anyway.

So, I spent a ridiculous amount of time and energy last night awake smiling like a besotted eejit while our daughter pummeled my internal organs or in the throes of pain quickly followed by spousal guilt. Ah, c'est fun!

ZZZZZZZ

Happily, I'm one of those lucky few who's job is flexible enough and my boss understanding enough that I can work at home when necessary...and today turned out to be one of those days.

The problem is that today work consists mostly of me simply trying to stay conscious. Easy, you might (mistakenly!) think for someone sitting bolt upright at her computer desk but instead it is proving remarkably difficult, especially while simultaneously trying to string together coherent sentences. If I could submit monosyllabic legal arguments then I would be set but since that is typically frowned upon, I'm screwed.

The one thing I resent about pregnancy so far is the drains on my time like the constant pee breaks (and the bloating if I'm going to be honest) but today the drain is a more literal one. I'm blindingly exhausted.

Soexhaustedpressingthespacebarisjusttoomuchofaneffortformenow.

Earlier today I thought my energy levels would improve if I ate. Not so much. In fact, my brain decided that eating was a nap signal. Not a lot of legal argument but I had a very vivid dream about my mother and I wandering around India and meeting a woman possessed by the Hindu goddess Kali.



(*Note: woman in dream wasn't blue or as hot as Heidi Klum and she certainly wasn't on a red carpet anywhere but you get the general idea. Scaaary)

When I regained consciousness, I thought it would get better if I drank lots of water...apparently another rookie mistake. I'm actually so bloody tired that I resent the effort it takes to raise my glass! Where's my hospital straw when I need it? Better yet, where's my husband to raise my glass to my parched pregnant lips whenever I manage to mumble "water"? Oh yeah, he's at work. Pfft...what a slacker!

Oh god! I just realized the phone I'm trying to dial to harass said husband about his failure to live up to his end of this pregnancy bargain is actually my stapler. Guess that explains why I couldn't find the damn numbers!