Head down, bum up

Almost 38 weeks and. . .

Head down, bum up (or at least kind of sideways) And if you don't know what this alludes to, you cannot claim to have been educated in the 80's, or at least not in rural Idaho. Or YOU WOULD KNOW!

Sciatic nerve: acting up
girl nursery deco: going up
clean baby girl clothes: still down (as in the basement)
pre-registered at the hospital: down with that, as in oh yeah, I did that

That's about it.

37 weeks and counting

My stomach hits about mid thigh when I kneel.

My sleep is broken into about 5 sections each night; sleep, wake, use bathroom, lay down on left side, sleep, wake, use bathroom, lay down on right side, and on and on.

My toenails are in serious need of attention.

My hair is about to be cut off.

My sciatic nerve exploded the other day, but feels better after following my midwife's advice for stretching those hamstrings (which is easier said than done with a twenty pound brick attached to your gut).

My baby is NOT breach anymore, head down.

My status is 2 cm and 50% effaced.

My back is oh so sore and ready for my massage on Thursday.

I'm physically ready; otherwise, still a lot of work to do!

Nightmares

You know you're pregnant when:

Tuesday night you dream about your daughter leaning too far over a railing on a many decker boat and she falls down and bounces on the wood floor below as you watch screaming, and try to run down the stairs to her as fast as you can. And then. . .

Wednesday you dream about looking out a window up high and seeing people jumping to their doom over a large bridge and you shout out to them to not, but they do anyway. And then you see a mom lift her daughter's legs over and dump her while she clings to the rail for her life and she doesn't listen to your pleading either. And then. . .

Thursday you dream that you are in a nice hotel with your family and all of a sudden a gaggle of police descend to make a drug bust and your family is in the middle of it and hears the shooting and sees the blood and the bodies/people lined up by the policemen to be taken in.

But the real nightmare is that you went for an appointment and the midwife said that your baby is so advanced that she has flipped around and instead of living upside down for the next month she is trying her hand at tap dancing on your bladder instead and you realize that you are going to have to lay upside down with all the blood rushing to your head and your back hurting, and your stomach cramping many times a day just to try and get the little rascal upside down again. Sighhhh.

She's breach.

Choosing a name

Still no name. Still avoiding the issue. Read a rousing rehearsal of the whole ordeal here.

5 weeks and counting

Here's how it feels to be me:

I am dead tired by 8 P.M., ready to sleep all night.
I am still tired at 7 A.M., but my body doesn't want to be in bed anymore, it's sore.
My hips are all loose and my back is all tight.
I can't eat much, my stomach resides somewhere between my spleen and my trachea.
To kneel and pray, my legs have to be spread out to make room for my tummy.
Sitting down and bending over to put on kids' shoes, just not happening.
I really want to eat pumpkin bread, I really don't want to eat dinner.
At 4 P.M. I often need a time out for crankiness and a nap.
My stomach is practicing with little hick-up contractions.
I cry over ruined dinner and spend the night hiding in my room.
I can't wait to have this little girl come meet us, but I'm worried that I'm not ready yet either.