Thar she blows

No not me.

There's just stuff blowing all over the back yard. Its crazy windy today & summer has definitely left us. Oh well. I love fall. Time to dig out the sweaters & fleece jackets. Too bad I have only one pair of long pants that truly fit at the moment. Get used to seeing me in brown cords for the next few weeks people. Good thing I've got two (count 'em -two!) long sleeved shirts to mix & match with said cords. Wow, am I ever stylish! At least I work at home & can pretty much wear those sexy red velvety housepants everyday. Or my gym working out clothes with the shirts that are now barely covering the bottom of my belly. Soooo attractive.

I am now officially huge people. Don't know what about the hugeness is actually official, but since it sounds official and stuff I'm going with it. Man, my brain sucks. I sit watching Jeopardy now making half-hearted attempts at forming answers into the form of a question and by the time I get around to doing that the answer is already being given so I blurt along with the contestant some incoherent babbling mumble of some fake word I think sounds like the words coming out of their mouths. Kind of like faking the lyrics to songs you think you should know. ("Girl with colitis goes by" anyone?)

Back to the hugeness. Though apparently not. Midwife visit yesterday (at home with Josee - yay!) keeps me at 36 cm fundal height so again a few days behind. Next door neighbour says I'm tiny but will have a humongous baby. I just don't know. I'm really not obsessed with my size or anything, its just part of the interesting package that is pregnancy & what it does to ones body. It is really fascinating seeing oneself grow in ways you may have imagined, but not ever fully expected to such a degree. That and watching the thing move. Kind of like when we put a blanket over the dog and he snuffs & snorts & tries to get out from under it. You can see the body move under the cover, but are never sure of what body part is actually making the shape. Then of course he finally gets out & pants & farts. Then he wants to go back in. I imagine foolishly that this is what birth could be like. A panting, farting baby that prefers it back in the oven after it has squirmed itself out.

Midwife appointment all good, though my blood pressure went up a bit (118 / 76), mostly I think because of all the laughing we were doing moments before. Turns out she's looking forward to our hillarious birth, just like the nurse at the hospital. All this pressure for a fun labour... what the hell are these people gonna do when I start swearing like a character from a South Park movie? Me and my 4 assed baby, though we are now assured it only has one ass unlike this poor creature.
















Apparently the bun has dropped a little bit (I'll post a belly shot this weekend so you can see if there's any difference) & I gotta admit, it has been feeling a little bit different the past day or so. Not as much pressure to breathe unless I'm sitting down (which is most of the time) & the belly is squished upwards. The ribs are still tender, but nothing like the time Calvin broke a couple of them swing dancing (try explaining that to the emergency room physician who is really thinking why the hell aren't we filing a police report?). Its getting a bit harder to walk, but I'm still not waddling anymore than my normal duck-like walk. Of course this may change once it drops even further, but I'm hoping what's left of my once decent posture will prevent the full-fledged waddle from coming on. Crossing my fingers.

I think the nesting has started as well. I've been cleaning up like never before - its like I've got company coming over all the time or something. Its very unlike me to acutally want to scrub the floor. I go in the bun's room & start organizing until I can't do any more.... then I just sit on the bed thinking & planning all the other things I need to do to the room. Its not as though we have a real nursery. For an interior designer, my room decor is pretty abysmal, though the walls are painted & the closet is finally getting organized. We still need a new dresser, some shelves, a dimmmer switch for the lighting & the crib (another donation coming - yay!). IKEA here we come. Too bad the nesting instinct has yet to reach into my office. There's just too many pieces of paper floating around & it becomes totally overwhelming soon after I begin any attempt at organization. It'd be nice to just toss it all out & start from scratch, but I think that would probably just get me into trouble.

Speaking of trouble, I'd just like to inform everyone that I started out with ice cream for breakfast & ended my day with a Beaver Tail. mmmmmm Killaloe Sunrise...... How's that for healthy?