When All Is Quiet

So it’s a quiet Thursday evening at our house.  Elle’s in bed & Joe’s watching the baseball game so Rigby & I retreated to our bedroom (mine & Joe’s room, not mine & Rigby’s).  Thought I’d play around with photobooth here on the ol’laptop.

Oh…the things you’ll do when you’re avoiding laundry!  WAIT!  The last picture is not me!  It’s taken in a conference room at work…apparently he was working really hard that day & paying a ton of attention in the meeting.  Ha!  I just found it on his computer & threw it up with my pics.

Baby Pictures

Well, the baby didn’t really seem to be in the mood for having her pictures taken today. We never even got to see her little face because she was facing the floor.  Then the rest of her body was CONSTANT movement the entire time.  Basically we learned that she currently weighs about seven and a half pounds (3 weeks from due date).

Long appointment short:  Going to induce a week (or so) early…but won’t have a date until after Tuesday because they will only schedule inductions 10 days in advance.  So we have about 2 weeks left.

Thought I’d leave you with a picture of Elle when she was itty bitty since Paisley wouldn’t cooperate.

The Make Your Massively Huge Patients Miserable Club

I have decided that when an OB graduates from medical school they all join this special little club.  A club that is probably called something nasty like the “Make Your Massively Huge Patients Miserable Club”.  I’ve noticed this phenomenon for quite sometime now but just recently became a victim of their work.

Don’t you all know someone (or maybe it happened to you) who was told by their OB, “Oh, I bet you’re going to have this baby early!  You may not even make it thought the weekend!”  They have several variation of the “line” but they are all very similar.  They send the massively huge pregnant lady home thinking that any moment could be THE MOMENT.  Usually the moment doesn’t come & the poor massively huge pregnant lady who was already miserable is now even more miserable because she’s been thinking tomorrow will be the day my baby will come.  Sigh…you know the story, right?

Last week at my 36 week appointment, I hopped up on the scale (oh wait, only after sitting in the waiting room for a HOUR) and thought to myself “Well, look at that! I have officially gained as much weight as I did with my last pregnancy…EXCEPT I have FOUR MORE WEEKS TO GO”  Lovely, right?  Anyway, my OB casually mentioned at the end of our 45 second appointment that I am measuring several weeks ahead of where I should be.  Next week she wants to do an ultrasound to get a better idea of how big Miss Paisley is.  Then we can talk about if we need to induce early to reduce the chance of c-section.

So for the past week I have been completely pre-occupied with the thought that this child WILL be massive (which I kinda already knew) & I WILL be having her early.  Torture I tell you!  There is a good chance that we’ll show up to the ultrasound appointment and learn that she is the exact size that she needs to be & I’ll be pregnant for another 3+ weeks…but in my head this baby is coming this weekend.  BUT, you want to know the worst part…my husband is much more rational than I am.  He is all “Stop thinking that she is coming early.”  I know he’s right…but honestly it’s not my fault.  It is totally the club’s fault.  The “Make Your Massively Huge Patients Miserable Club”

Anyway long story short, tomorrow we are having an ultrasound (Yay! We haven’t had one since 20 weeks.) & will be able to get a better idea of Paisley’s size.  I’ll let ya know how it goes.

Nursery…Check!

When we were waiting for Elle to make her grand enterance to the world 3 years ago, we also were in the process of purchasing our 1st home.  It was quite stressful.  We ended up closing on the house when she was 4 days old!  But because of that, we didn’t have a nursery prepared for her until after we got moved.  All of our baby supplies were in plastic bins (lots and lots of plastic bins).  This time around I feel SO ahead of the game.  The baby is due to arrive in just over 3 weeks & her room is done (well, short of hanging a couple picture frames (which will be done tonight)).  It feels kinda nice.  I highly recommend it!

Anyway, without further adu (or color drama)…

Ikea Love

Reason #1 that I love my Ikea couch: removable/washable cushion covers

Reason #2 that I love my Ikea couch: When I’m done raising toddlers I can purchase a completely new cushion cover set!

Ahhhh…Ikea = Smartest People EVER

PS:  Let’s pretend that I am much cooler than I really am &  didn’t just blog at 8:30 on a Friday night!  Ok?  Thanks, friends!