Baby What You Want Me To Do

Still here. Still pregnant. Still have heartburn.

It is strange to walk around, feeling like a ticking time bomb. I know in my head that realistically I will have time to think once contractions and whatnot start, but my silly preggo brain keeps waiting for some bizarre thing to happen that sets me off in a frenzied rush to get to the hospital on time. I know this is not the movies or TV. I know I'm not going to instantly go into labor and need an ambulance to speed me to the nearest medical facility, and yet I am walking around in this holding pattern, waiting for the action to start.

And because of this I cannot get anything done. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKK! It is driving me nuts!

But anyway, I didn't get any sleep last night. Kiddo got me up several times beginning at about 1am. He didn't want to sleep in his bed and ended up on the couch again. He goes through these phases of a week or so sleeping in his bed all night and then a week or so of getting up in the night to go to the couch. He used to be able to just go there himself, but lately he insists on being carried there. By me. In the middle of the night. In the dark. When I am stiff and wobbly and unsure footed.

Hopefully we won't have this problem once the baby comes??!?

Yeah, right.

I have been so sore at night. Turning over is a joke. Between the stiffness and all the pillows and covers and our mattress, it takes me a good 5 minutes to get re-situated on my opposite side. And for some reason my knees have been hurting. Of course, I've got sore shoulders and hips and neck. And my pelvis hurts when I lie on one side too long. Sometimes the pillows help and at other times they make things worse. Laying on my back feels the best, but it's not good for the baby and it makes my arms fall asleep.

Port is definitely out of room at this point. He has begun to have these long stretching periods where he absolutely kills me. Little feet and knees poke out in the strangest places and hang there for an eternity, stretching my skin until it absolutely feels like it's going to rip. I cannot stand for anything to touch my belly around the belly button, because the skin is just too thin and strained. It hurts too much.

And I only have a week and a half to go. ha ha!

Unfortunately, if I listen to everyone and their requests, I am not allowed to have this baby until sometime in mid April. So and so is going out of town this weekend, someone else is busy with work, I have to wait for someone else to send me something.... come on people, let me have this kid already! lol! ;)

I have lost my appetite. I still *think* I am hungry, and *think* I need that fourth brownie and a hand full of jelly beans, but I am not feeling hunger pains and most of the time I am eating out of habit rather than need. If I don't eat I get all shaky and nauseous, but frankly all I want to do is drink water. I have a terrible taste in my mouth now and nothing that I do eat has any flavor.

I drank half a Dr. Pepper yesterday. It actually was pretty good for the first few swallows.

Maybe he'll be an April Fools baby. Now that would be funny. I was hoping for an Easter baby, but that didn't happen. I don't think I can make it all the way to my due date though. I am pretty ready for this kid to come.

Until,
D :)