Jenny Ford, founder of Monkey-Toes.com - Week 36

Week 36

I don’t wanna get out of my pajamas.  As far as I’m concerned from here on out every day should be a pajama day.  This pregnancy has made me a homebody – if you see me out (which will be very rarely), yes, I will be dressed, but note that I didn’t put ‘regular’ clothes on until I was walking out the door and the moment I get home I head straight to the bedroom to find my comfy clothes, which are usually still warm.  I start to think that this is just the way I am going to be…a sloth…forever.  I hope the want to be “pretty” again comes back after all of this!  Seems like it’s been a while since I experienced that.  Whoa-is-me… (and no I am not fishing for any compliments here, just tellin’ ya how I feel, so you’ll know why I am sitting, all disheveled, at that Pity Party Table for 1.)

You know what is the sweetest thing about this baby having two sisters that are 7 and 9 years older?  It is so wonderful to experience their joy and anticipation of this whole experience, especially since we are getting ready for the Christmas season.  The girls made sure they had him on their list of gifts to shop for (which we actually make them pay for their own presents).  Rose purchased a book for him, “Scaredy Squirrel” by Melanie Watt, from her book fair at school.  (BTW, we did inform her that he won’t be able to read it right away J she rolled her eyes at us).  She is so excited to give it to him, and is super proud that she bought it with her own money.  Ella has bought him a toy for his car seat/stroller.  It’s one of those that you pull on and then it vibrates.  She was really fond of this little horsey looking character.  She caught me walking through the entire store pulling the animal and watching it jiggle back to place, pulling the animal, watching it jiggle into place, etc.  And I am sure he is going to love it too, if he can get it from my claws.

I’ve had some major sugar mishaps this week (ok, probably throughout the entire pregnancy, but I am only admitting to this week).  I WANT sugar, all the time, anytime, any type, etc.  I think Halloween has played an evil part in all of this too.  Those little mini candy bars that cannot be too bad for you individually, but when you are popping 5-10 at a time, you’re eating more than a candy bar’s worth (oh how I love a peanut butter cup or kit kat) and 1 is never enough.  And then at that point, I cannot stop and I think, well, why should I?  I’ve already eaten a ton, what would eating more do?  Then you find yourself scattering the evidence in different trash cans, this way it looks like you’ve only eaten a couple at a time (ha, spread amongst 10 trashcans), my stashes have been discovered and I am not proud.  Well, all this sugar does make for a fun, energetic, bouncing baby boy in my womb.  Which is fun to watch - cheap entertainment.  Oh my, you poor boy, we can talk about it in therapy when you’re 15.   

We were able to complete our Christmas shopping this week.  GASP! (I know that’s what you’re thinking).  And let’s put this into perspective here.  I’m going to paint you a picture - screaming newborn, awkward breastfeeding, episiotomy, miles of walking, engorgement, and then leaking, crowded mall, searching and searching for the perfect gift to give, losing the car, toting a new diaper bag without enough supplies in it because frankly, I don’t remember what to put in it, poopy diapers (with potential poo disasters), and a blizzard.  Our gift giving would be limited to gift bucks from McDonald’s for everyone, and that’s because they have a drive thru.  It’s not a pretty painting, but I think you can see my rush to get this done and move forward with life. 

Well, I’ve decided I have to keep my legs crossed for at least another week to week and a half.  As you may or may not know, we’ve chosen this time (yes, 4 weeks before little baby boy is scheduled to arrive) to renovate our home.  Nothing like having a baby or a party that gets you all riled up to make major home improvements.  So, the wood floor installation has finally begun.  There was a lot more prep work involved than had originally been anticipated (which is pretty much how every project goes – more time, more money).  Thankfully Tim has awesome friends and family that have offered to help install the flooring so it should go quicker from here – crossing my fingers for the end of this week (and praying real hard).  I know that every pregnancy is different, but it’s ringing over and over in my head that Tim was born at 36 weeks.  We’ll make due if we need to, not going to worry here.  Tim is such a hard worker, he always amazes me!

Not that this means a whole bunch, but I’ve had minor contractions on and off since my last Dr appt.  It’s nothing this tough girl cannot handle, but it’s really got me wondering, WHEN? HOW? WHERE? Etc!  I found a fun statistic to share - 1 in 300 women in the US has given birth in a car, according to a survey by Ipsos-U.S. Express and Jiffy Lube International.  Hmmm, was I supposed to read that?  Should I be packing the car with towel and a medical kit too?  I guess I will figure it out with whatever situation I am handed.  I think the whole Hollywood labor and delivery story is invading my mind and I just need to shake it off.

Next appt this week I am going to get video when they listen to his heartbeat, mainly for the girls since they haven’t been able to go to any appointments. Oh and by the way, that “pleasant” Strep B test came back positive.  Which apparently means that when I walk into the hospital they have to start an antibiotic drip so it doesn’t get passed to the baby.  It’s all good, positive attitude kicking in again – oh and there goes the baby again, this time on a sugar high from Tootsie Rolls (yes, I will eat anything).