Wednesday, November 12, 2008
38 weeks and hanging in there
I'm still pregnant.
I'm still grouchy.
I'm still tired.
I'm still insane.
Baby Charlie is just big enough now to feel like he's going to bust on through my skin in Alien Style at any moment. Sometimes, I swear I can almost make out the outline of his toes and knees pushing against my belly. It's crazy.
We had our doctor appointment today and Charlie is doing great. I am healthy and feeling well except for crabbiness and extreme exhaustion. I blame my ill disposition on my total and complete lack of sleep - caused in part by David's very loud snoring (despite the fact that he isn't allowed near the bed unless he's wearing a Breathe Right strip. I'm so mean!) and my humongo belly.
Oh - and the fact that I have a highly demanding 2-year-old.
And a big, obnoxious, stinky dog who tracks dirt into my house all the time.
And neighbors who STILL won't take their recycling bin to the street - after 1 year.
Ahh...Venting. It feels so right it can't be wrong.
Anyway - without grossing you out too much, I'll say (as delicately as I can) that I am 70% you-know-what but not "d-wording" just yet. My doctor seemed surprised that Charlie was so low (Despite the fact that I told him that I felt like he was super low - Why do they never believe you??).
I have another appointment next week - just a few days before my scheduled C-section.
Oh my gosh, I'm about to have another child. Yikes!
I just vomited a little in my mouth.