Here's the update:
The baby has dropped further into my pelvis, which is evident with the most recent photos that I took yesterday. It almost seems as though I haven't been growing, 'cause to me it seems like the belly is smaller, but really it's getting bigger just dropping further down.
Baby does her best to move in my belly the best that she can, it's begun to creep Tyler out when he places his hand on my belly and she presses a limb out to push against the palm of his hand. It's almost like she's saying "Hey Dad! I'll be there to hold your hand soon!"
Soon, how soon is that going to be? I really hope that it's sooner rather than later 'cause the comfortability has completely subsided and it's now gotten really annoying rather than precious. I understand that I'm supposed to love being pregnant and carrying this miracle is a blessing, but I want every person that tells me that to be put in my situation with this weather and the frustrations that I have going on in life. I wish I was back to my old body and I wish that I was able to work and move about like a normal person. I want to sleep more than three hours at a time and I want go through a roll of toilet paper once every other week instead of once every other day. I'm getting frustrated that I can't clean the house as much as I want to, but what frustrates me the most is that when I am stuck here with only my thoughts, I constantly think about how she might look, whether I will be able to teach her accurately all the information that this world has to offer, and how it's going to feel when I can finally hold her in my hands. I want her here more than anything right now just so I can get started showing her exactly how much I love her.
I have heard a ton of ladies say that the full moon usually brings women into their final days, because of the pull of gravity that helps the baby come out. I so hope that works for me tonight!
Babies room is completely done now, we were given so many awesome things to help us with completing what we need to support and raise our little one.
As you can see, she is stocked with clothes, but I know we are getting more thanks to a wonderful little girl that was spoiled rotten and her Grandma Gorgeous (my Aunt Cindy) wants to get rid of them. I am so excited to see what else is going to stock her closet.
We have chosen a take-home/pictures outfit that is a new born size and it's so precious. We were originally going to go with a 701 Crew onesie that our friends Mike and Angie gave us, but it's a 3 month onesie and I think she'll be swimming in it before she comes home.
Lately I feel as though our little baby is teasing us like crazy. I have been having contractions that feel like they will progress into actual labor, and it looks promising for a while, but then they die off and stop. It's just mean 'cause I get my hopes up that I am going to have my little girl with us, and then I get frustrated. It makes it even harder when I get phone calls and e-mails asking if our little one is here or not. I wish I could respond to them with "Yeah she was 8 pounds 3oz and 20 inches long" but I can't so I honestly just get irate. I guess that's where the hormones kick in...or so I'll just blame it on that.
Grandma Micki comes tomorrow to be here just in case since she has the week off. I'm getting excited about her coming, even though I know that I'll get frustrated 'cause she won't let me do anything around the house and she'll want to do it all. Even though our home is always her home, I feel like she should be treated as a guest, with a mint on a pillow that is on a real bed in her own room. But instead she gets a blow up mattress that is on the floor in baby's room. Not much but it's better than the couch I guess. Friday I have my doctors appointment so I'll see how things go there. If I am dilated at all then Terri said that he would strip my membranes to try to get things going. We should also be having an ultrasound to tell us an estimated size of our precious little one. I'm having a debate with myself though, 'cause I want both my mother and Tyler to be there for this appointment. Tyler 'cause he'll be seeing his baby on the screen, hear her little heartbeat go pitter-patter and also be there for moral support. However I also want my mom there with me 'cause she'll know what my midwife is talking about and be able to interpret it for me into language that I can understand, she can see her first grandchild on the screen and also be there for moral support. She's already told me that she doesn't mind missing the appointment but I know deep down inside that she would be disappointed if she did miss it. I think I'll just see where things go.
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