Saturday, February 28, 2009


The tornadoes that rudely woke us and left Brennen, 4 cats, bump & I sitting in the bathtub this morning have drained *whatever* energy I may have had for the day.

Most distressing as today is a very busy and social day!

I am joining a friend to go and support a local benefit in town, then when I get home I want to help MIL work on some things and I want to work on the house, then this afternoon/evening boy and I are having guests over for gaming.

But I am SO TIRED now.

Oh, Tornadoes!
You know I love you, but really?


Oh yeah and I have a toothache.
*grumble grumble moan*

Hospital Bag

By the end of next week I want to have a bag packed for Brennen and a bag packed for me.

Here is a pretty good list I found online of things to pack:

Your Labor Bag

* Tooth brushes for everyone and Tooth paste

* Any reference book or pamphlet you might need (I prefer The Birth Partner.)

* Pillows from home (Use colored cases to distinguish from your birth place's linens)

* Music you would like (You may need to provide your own iPod, CD Player or Tape Player)

* Camera with film and batteries

* Camcorder with charged batteries and accessories

* Signed copies of your birth plan

* Water bottles for ice

* Your own wash cloths, colored ones work better

* Waterproof pads for the car ride

* Any clothes of your own that you wish to wear

* List of people to call after the baby is born (include childbirth educator)

* Lip Balm

* Change of clothes for partner, including swim trunks for shower or pool

* Baby Book for getting the foot prints done by the nurse when she does the paperwork

* Focal Point (If you want one)

* Socks for mom

* Special foods or drinks

* Suckers or hard candy

* Snacks for labor support

* Calling Card for Long Distance Calls

Your Postpartum Bag

* Nursing bras and pads (preferably the washable, soft ones.)

* Breastfeeding book

* Going home outfit for baby

* Blanket for Baby

* Another change of clothes for partner and any toiletries needed

* Your own personal night gown, robe (They will get dirty!)

* Personal Hygiene items (shampoo, your own pads, etc.)

* Number of La Leche League or other breastfeeding support

* Number of diaper service (if you need to arrange for delivery)

* Car Seat with instructions

* Going home outfit for mom (You will still be look to be about 6 months pregnant. Most women wear the clothes that they wore to the hospital, some bring nursing shirts.)

You might also consider packing a bag for dad too.

Of course I'm going to add in flower hair-clips.
For some reason, I *really* want to have flowers in my hair while I give birth.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

My Daddy Is A Rockstar!

He spray paints canvases so mum doesn't do it, and so I don't have to inhale the fumes.
He loves us, he does.

Pimento Cheese

On a sandwich.

*boing eyes*

New Top!

A friend sent me a new top for Thumper and I!

I spent the morning dancing around in it.

Thank-you so much, darling.
I think we may wear it to the baby shower!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

You're Pregnant, You Idiot.

Last night I spotted a little.
It made my heart skip a beat to see blood after 8 months without it.
The baby is fine, he's been kicking non-stop, and - as a matter of fact - Brennen was tickling him last night and he was kicking Brennen back at every chance he got. So that's good. He still has the 'tude. But still...I got a fright.
Then this morning when I woke I had some mild contractions.
They scared me, too!
And I was pretty dehydrated.
I know I still have like...34 days to go (woot!) and I'm hoping he'll even be a little later than that, but I've decided I have to be more careful.
I nearly wrote a large note to go on the wall which reads "YOU'RE PREGNANT, YOU IDIOT...GO SLOW" to remind myself not to do so much.

This morning I stayed in bed until 11.30am.
It's now 1.30pm and I think I am going to watch some TV.
This is insane.

Maybe I'll take my first day off in....forever (although I did reorganise the lounge when I got up).

I have to quit moving furniture, for sure.
And I have to quit doing so much around the house.

Now the bedroom floor is laid in it will be easier.

I have to learn how to just sit and relax, dagnabbit (a hard chore for me in general).


I posted my last post at 11.11.
Take that, suckers!
I had no idea!

I shall not meet it, afterall!

*high fives the moon*

Monday, February 23, 2009

Dear God.

Dear God.
May I never meet my mucous plug.


A beautiful friend made Thumper a quilt for his crib!
And it MATCHES HIS ROOM perfectly!
Boy and I adore it.
Very much so.

Thank-you, friend!

Morning Prenatal

Went well.
Same ol' , same ol'.

Thumper kicked the nurse when she tried to hear his heartbeat.

I love me some Thumper, I do.
He's got the 'tude.

Week 35

Week 35: Hey! It IS getting cramped in here.
Fetal development in pregnancy week 35:fetus in eighth month

Congratulations! You’re now carrying nearly 6 lbs of baby not counting their amniotic fluid, the umbilical cord, or the placenta itself. We’re impressed because that’s a LOT of work non-stop. Are you feeling proud of yourself yet? Well, get to it—you’ve done an amazing job! At this point, your little grower is almost busting out of the womb size-wise, which make their restricted attempts to move much challenging. Of course, your stubborn little sucker is still trying to move around as if they weren’t in a cramped space. And the accumulationg baby fat deposits are starting to level off so your little butter ball will be padded and warm when they head out of their super snug little home.

And how's mom doing? We’re sure you’ve noted that the contractions are picking up and despite the obvious appeal of getting the pregnancy over with at this point, try not to jump the gun too soon by declaring actual labor. Of course, if it’s getting to the point where you’re having contractions continuously— you’re in labor and yes, it’s time for the "grab your bags we’re gonna have a baby" rush. For the rest of you not yet in labor, your watermelon-betwixt-my-legs waddle is as charming as ever, not to mention the glorious ongoing back pain and fatigue. Hang in there! Once you’ve got your miracle baby on the outside, this will all be a dim memory. So, catch the cat naps whenever possible and keep yourself hydrated with water and try to imagine how all of this will (hopefully) be much funnier in hindsight.

Your doctor or midwife should soon start monitoring cervical effacement (thinning of the cervix) and dilation in order to predict labor. If your cervix is already dilated labor is probably not far away—although there are some moms who walk around with a dilated cervix for a couple of days prior to labor. And if you haven’t heard about the joys of discharging the mucus plug (which protects the uterus from infection) along with some spotting, commonly called “bloody show”—both are signs that labor is around the corner. Should you discharge anything unusual in consistency and/or coloration, don’t hesitate to call you health care providor, it’s probably nothing, but you certainly don’t need the extra stress right now.

Let’s talk about pain. Reports on the intensity of pain experienced during labor and childbirth are widely varied from woman to woman. The pain experienced depends on several things including your own natural pain threshold, medication, birthing position, fetal position, previous births, your general health and the actual birthing environment. Of course, there are natural births, cesarean deliveries, spinals, IV’s and other pain medications, all of which also play into how you experience pain during child birth.

Ideally, you should attempt to be as relaxed as possible and willing to accept the pain as part of the birthing process. In reality, your experience of the birthing process is unique to your body and how you choose to respond to it. Pain is a two part process: the first part is the physical experience of the pain and the second is your emotional reaction to your experience—and that is the part you have the most control over. Choosing to accept and endure the pain of child-birth (with or without medication) can be an empowering experience for any woman, as well as making the birthing process notably easier for those assisting you.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Underneath The Neck

We are walking across the car park the other day.

Brennen: "Baby, what did you do to your leg? Did you hurt it?"
Me: "Nope! My legs are come?"
Brennen: "Well, you seem to be waddling a bit."
Me: *busts out into laughter* "Well honey I think I *am* waddling! It's what happens to pregnant women when their babies drop down into their coochies!!!"


Some days I leap buildings in a single bound.
Other days I fizzle and fry.

Today I am *exhausted*.

Brennen will be home in an hour and a half and all I want to do is pull him into bed and nuzzle his armpit, as JoJo would do.

But we have busy plans.

And I'm so tired.

Please shrink me so I can fit into his pocket and he can carry me around.

Because right now the best anything would be to be close to his body, half-dreaming, half-sleeping.

In his warmth.

I'm so very tired today.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Running Out Of Time!

It just occurred to me that I am fast running out of time!
I hope sprog is late rather than early but - God forbid - if he is two weeks early, say, he will be here in what....THREE WEEKS?!?!

Things I have to do:

2. PACK HOSPITAL BAG (and ipod with good music)

There is *a lot* of other things I'd love to do, like finish the nursery and the lounge, the kitchen and dining, etc, etc....

But you know.
The above list ought to be my priority right now, or I'll run out of time and he'll be here!

Luxury Got Shortened!

So one of the most luxurious things I used to do was wake-up, have a bubble-bath, burn candles or incense, put my hair up in a knot on my head, and then swan around the house...wearing nothing but one of my husband's shirts.
It was so luxurious.
My skin smooth and soft, everything clean and delicious, good music on, good painting and art being created...with his clothes crashing down on me mid thigh.


Today I put on one of his oversized shirts and found that it no longer comes down mid-thigh. No no! It comes down above-crotch. Which means essentially I'm swanning around the house half naked.

Which - somehow - is not quite as soft and beautiful.

It's just a little dirty when I try to sit down.


Where'd my underwear go?

Thursday, February 19, 2009

I Have Limits


My husband thinks I don't have limits.
He thinks I will tackle anything because I'm stubborn enough and impatient enough and when I want something done, I go ahead and do it.

However...I *do* love my unborn.

Which is why, at this moment in time, I have the base of a sofa wedged between the kitchen and the hallway, with absolutely *no hope* of getting it to the lounge.

Now...if I weren't pregnant I would be down on my knees, frantically clawing at the base of it to prop it up and swivel it around the door frame, ignoring the pain and gritting my teeth in satisfaction when my back popped and the sofa squeezed through. But, being pregnant, instead I look at it with a cranky-pant face and sigh in frustration.

I was *so close* to finishing the lounge, you see.
And had I known I needed help I would have seduced boy into helping before he left for work.

Now I just get to climb over a sofa whenever I want in the kitchen and ponder what to do with the rest of the day - now widely interrupted by my dissatisfaction!


Tuesday, February 17, 2009

5 Weeks & 5 Days To Go

5 weeks & 5 days to go, suckers!


I haz it.


Lost Some Weight

The scale says I'm down three pounds this morning.
Most odd, when I'm supposed to be gaining rapidly.

I don't think I'm eating as well as I should be.
I *want* to but I'm just so tired, all of the time.
The minute I quit busting my butt running around and working on the house, I just need to *sit*. Not get up and make a meal.

Yesterday I had a subway sandwich (soggy because I didn't have the energy to eat it the night before) and then for dinner I had rice and spinach.
Scattered throughout the day I had snacks.
But when I look at this in terms of 'housing a baby' it's really not enough.
Especially when he is meant to be gaining a pound a week.

All the instant throw-in-the-oven vegetarian food I like is expensive.
And everything else requires too much effort when I'm exhausted.
Except for fast food which I won't eat anyway because it's just so gross and nasty (especially for the baby!)

This morning I woke up wanting a big bowl of cream of wheat but here I am at the computer instead, because it's much easier to type than stand in the kitchen and stir a pot.

I wouldn't be concerned except I don't like numbers on the scale going *down* right now.
Especially when I'm not exercising.

Maybe today I should take it a little easier on the home renovations and try to get in at least three square meals.

(mind you, also, that stupid 'pregnancy heartburn' has been cropping up...that certainly makes me not want to eat)

Oh, grumble, grumble, grumble!
Today is all about grumbles.

Seeing as we moved the bed around yesterday, I hope I haven't given myself the wrong side to permanently get out of!


Somebody make me breakfast?

Monday, February 16, 2009


We were walking across the parking lot, talking;

Brennen: My legs hurt.
Sarah: My uterus hurts.
*moment of silence*
Brennen: You win.

Week 34

I suppose my mum will have to write a love poem on my behalf....

Week 34: Upside-down baby!
Fetal development in pregnancy week 34:fetus in eighth month

Your amazing baby is on the move! They’ve been riding fairly high in your stretched-out womb till now (while kindly compressing your poor internal organs), but now they’re planning on making the big move to your pelvis this week. If you haven’t noticed it already, you’ll be feeling the weight shift that signals that your baby is most likely out of breech position, with their head now resting on your pubic bone. In liver news: although not quite fully formed, your little miracle’s liver is now capable of processing a certain amount of waste. In general, most of your child’s prenatal physical development is pretty much up to snuff and ready for the outside world. Naturally, further weight gain is expected—so you’re still not at maximum capacity despite probably feeling like you definitely are maxed out.

And how's mom doing? Obviously the big change for you is the notable weight shift (known as “lightening” or “engagement”). Now that your baby is resting deeper in your pelvis, you may find yourself walking as if you're carrying a watermelon between your legs. Yes dear, you’re officially “waddling” these days. Try to comfort yourself with this thought: it’s nearly over. Soon, you’ll just have to carry your adorable little watermelon in your arms. And in a rare spate of good news: this weight shift means you can breathe easier now that your lungs aren’t compressed. The not-so-good news, it’s a trade off: (we’ll wait till you’re back from the restroom) this new position has your poor bladder even more squished than before. We’d recommend writing your bladder little love poems to convince it not to leave you altogether, but unfortunately bladders don’t speak English (only Italian love poems will do).

If you've recently noticed some less-than-appealing itchy red bumps on your belly (and possibly around your thighs and belly), you've got yourself a harmless but not fun round of pruritic urticarial papules and plaques of pregnancy (PUPPP if your don't have the patience for the full name). If you feel itchy ALL over your body, that's different, and you should call your health care practitioner as this could be a liver problem.

At your next check up you can expect your physician to conduct a Group B Streptococci test (GBS), a common bacteria screening. As long as you have a strong immune system, you’re in the clear (one more reason to eat right and exercise!), but your little one is more susceptible to serious health complications (including meningitis, pneumonia and blood infection) if not diagnosed and treated properly—so the tests are good for some peace of mind. Hang in there momma, you’re already a super-star for making it this far!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

We Won't Squish Him!

We won't squish him!!!!

Look what we have for zee bed:

The only problem I foresee is that mummy and daddy love to spoon.
No, no...they LOVE to spoon.
So maybe he can't be in the middle of the bed.
Maybe he has to just be on mum's side.
We have yet to figure that out.

But I am sooooooooooooooo glad he can be in the bed with us without us being able to roll onto him. Friends and family have told me I'll end up just keeping him in the bed out of sheer fatigue and I always said 'oh NO we won't, can you IMAGINE me squishing him? and I wouldn't let boy and I have pillows or ANYTHING if he slept with us!' But this....perfect! Mum & Dad can snuggle and baby can be *right* there!

Also, during the day when he's in the nursery with my mum (who is coming to stay!) we can transfer this to his crib so he doesn't roll all over the show.
(not that he can...I'm going to be swaddling that sucker so tightly anyway....)

And then maybe....praise be the lord!....I can sneak in a nap.
(thank god for breast pumps, right?!?)

Real Little Person


He is a real little person.
With a real little wardrobe.
Mummy knows because mummy spent a chunk of yesterday hanging up real little clothes.

Now if I can just figure out the nappies already...

Interesting Fact....

There were about 15 expecting mothers in the breastfeeding class.
Out of that number 2 were waiting for the sex of their baby to be a surprise and EVERYONE ELSE was having a boy!!!

It was pretty crazy to go around the room and hear 'boy! boy! boy! boy! etc'

As we were leaving another instructor came in.
She said 'oh wow...but that's my last class ALL the mothers were expecting all of your boys will find little girlfriends!'

Tee hee hee. ;)

Almost Forgot....

After the breastfeeding class yesterday I went on a tour of the baby unit/delivery rooms.


They made my heart melt.
I saw all little boys, too!
Made my heart melt MORE.

And I took some photos of the labour/delivery room for Brennen, because he was at work at the time.

It used to be that they had both private and shared rooms but since the hospital expansion they only have private rooms (at no extra cost). This is fabulous because I can really make the room my own and not have to worry about being quiet for anybody (and nor do my guests). We'll be there for approximately two days after delivery.
After labour and delivery I'll move to a private room where the couch will convert into a bed for Brennen. However we are *so* ridiculously addicted to our snuggles, I'm sure he'll find a way to squish into the single with me. ;)

If we can even sleep!

Maybe we'll creep around the hospital corridors and spend all night outside the nursery window.

p.s: they have tv and video in the labour and delivery room....what should I watch as my coochie is being torn in two, hmmm?


Thumper got his first two valentines yesterday!!!

I didn't even think about making him one...I just got something for his daddy!
And his daddy just got something for me!

But, my mother-in-law got him a valentine and so did my friend Linda.

Soooooooooooooooo CUTE! :)

No Sand In My Eyes

My son kept me up all night.
And I had been awake since three in the morning, had been running around since 9am, and didn't get to bed until after 1 anyway!

And today I have *a lot* of work to do.

Oh goodness, gracious.

Somebody help me!

p.s: New nursery additions yesterday...will bring photos later. For now I need to find slippers, hot cocoa, and a way to survive today (painting the bedroom from dusk til dawn)

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Breastfeeding Class....

I have one in about an hour.
It runs for TWO hours.
I'm trying to figure out how many ways they can say 'nipple in mouth'.

For two hours, there must be many!

*boing eyes*

Couldn't Help Myself...

I couldn't help myself.
It was $2!

It's sooooooooooooooooooo little!

Thursday, February 12, 2009


THIS is what I was allowed to play on at the park.

Meanwhile, check THIS out.


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I No Longer Sleep

It's true.
I wake every hour on the hour.
Not always to pee.
Not always due to womb squirming.
I just wake.
And lie there.
And watch the clock.
*boing eyes*

So tonight I am taking a book to bed.
And plugging in the bedside lamp.

And darn it if I'm not going to read at 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5am.

Until the sun comes up.
And it's time to 'wake'.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Le Photo


My Rude Love

My husband.
That's him!

Last night while watching our lamaze dvd.
The instructor, speaking about first deliveries: "It can take 10 to 20 hours to get a baby."
Boy quips immediately: "Really? It took me two minutes"

At the park today, I'm stamping my feet because he won't let me go down the slides or on the fire pole.
"But I want to play on fun stuff!" I say.
He replies instantly "Well you *did* play on fun stuff and now you're pregnant. See what happens?"

Waka waka.
Hope the kid isn't as smart arsed as his daddio!

I Am A Tall Drink Of Water

It's official!
I've been told.

I laid on the table at my prenatal this morning and the nurse looked at me and shook her head.
She said in a funny voice 'see....I don't know....when you lay down like this....'
(all the while measuring my belly)
She said 'you are a TALL drink of water. So even though you don't look very big, he's in there! You measure fine from the pubic bone to the fundus, but you're so long waisted that you don't look very big. Most people are shorter so they are much bigger to hold the baby, but you're just a tall drink of water.'

I think I grinned a lot.
I've never been called a beverage before.
I kinda wish she'd said 'you are a TALL strawberry milk' though.
Nom nom NOM.

My Teeth

My teeth hurt SO MUCH.
I'm not seeking treatment while I'm pregnant but I fear - after nine months of pain - they will have all rotted out of my mouth.
At least in second trimester I could chew on one side.
Now I can barely chew on either.
I'll be eating poop food, just like Thumper.

So, a word to the wise....
when you get all dreamy eyed and say to your partner 'ooooh, let's have a baby'
and he replies with 'ohhhh, yes, let's!'


It will save you a *world* of pain.


Can't I Cancel?

Getting ready for prenatal.
Want to go back to bed.

Want Crunchie Bars.


Somebody dress me?

Week 33

Week 33: Is it just me or is getting a little cramped in here?
Fetal development in pregnancy week 33:fetus in eighth month

For all the weight and bulk you’re lugging around these days, you’d think your little champ should weigh much more than a mere 5 lbs and measly 17 inches in height, but nope, that’s about the average size for a baby in its thirty-third week. In terms of appearances, they’re getting cuter and pudgier every minute as they pile on the baby fat for those adorable little wrist rolls and chubby toes. And as we’re sure you’ve already noticed they’re getting stronger with every passing day. Nowadays, it’s possible to observe a well-placed kick just by watching your belly—but you already knew that didn’t you? Although they’re getting stronger, your bigger-by-the-day baby is losing space to move around, so the actual rate of movement will drop off in the last few weeks, despite that powerful drop-kick they’ve been working on. Hey, did you know you’ll continue feeling their movements even during labor?

And how's mom doing? Here’s a good way to deal with your mounting impatience: map out your plan of action for the big day. It’s an important and necessary step that’s also pretty soothing and fun. So, get out a piece of paper and pen. If you think about it, planning all the details now can be a real saving grace once the chaos and pain of labor starts up. This would include having a packed bag with a change of comfortable clothes, reading material, maybe an i-pod and your camera or camcorder (whichever you decide, if any at all). Know your driving route to the health center. Or if you’re delivering at home, make sure you have the delivery room prepared (equipped with your most favorite soothing music), and all necessary instruments and materials ready for use. Of course, get your doctor or midwife on speed-dial. Massaging the perineum (the area around the vagina) can reduce your chance of it tearing during delivery and there’s no time like the present to start. Be on your toes (not literally, just mentally) as it's now totally conceivable you might have to spring into action any day! Then again, it might still be another seven weeks.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Yo Baby, Waddup?!

Today it just *hit* me.
I mean HIT ME.


I slept in late, too.
I slept in until 10.30.
Then got dressed to run errands in town (bills, bills, bills...we spent over $600 on bills today, isn't that fun?)
But we had barely gotten anywhere where SMOOSH.
d r a i n e d .

Like...physically UNABLE to pick up my arms or move my legs.
Like...fall down in the Asian market type drained (only I didn't fall, I beelined for a chair and sat immediately)

And now I am home and I had so many plans for today and...


I don't know what to do.
Sit, I suppose.
Or lie.
But what to do?!

I'm going to go INSANE.
I suppose I can watch movies.
So freaking annoying, though, when there's a house to be worked on and creations to create.


Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Quit Touching Yourself

I mean it!
I meeeeeeeeean it.

I keep playing with my nipple.
The pierced one.
I find it fascinating that stuff actually comes out of *three* holes.
Then halfway through squeezing it I think 'you are going to cause SERIOUS lopsided boobage if you don't quit playing, iyeeee! not to mention Thumper may need the goop that's excreting'

I know, I know.

In other news, I've been inventing characters to introduce to the sprog when he's born.
I think mummy may have more imaginary friends than he does.
*boing eyes*

Out Of Reach

It is very bizarre to me today, as I design my new studio, to be putting things out of 'toddlers reach'.

I know that's a few years off, and things will change in the house a million times over between then and now, but it's still at the forefront of my mind as I rearrange things.

HOORAH! My Lamaze!

So we were going to go to a local lamaze course at the hospital here in town but enrollment was super early and we missed the first two lessons. We were still going to pay for the whole course and go from there (my MIL was going to pick up the tab for us, hoorah!) but nobody at the course actually gave us a clear answer on whether we could go in or not. We were supposed to just show up and see if the instructor would take us. This kind of annoyed me and so I looked up other recommendations online.

And look what I found!

Laugh and Learn.

(mum, if you are interested, you can watch the first class online for free)

The DVD's are a two disk set and cover almost everything you can need, *including* lamaze/breathing techniques for a natural birth.

I'm very excited...IT ARRIVED ON MY DOORSTEP TODAY!!!!

Prepare at Home • Save Money • Save Time

This NEW and COMPREHENSIVE Childbirth Class, taught by certified Lamaze Instructor and International Board Certified Lactation Consultant Sheri Bayles,RN, covers everything you need to know in 6 fun to watch 45-minute sessions, a total of 4 1/2 hours - all in the convenience of your own home.

Anatomy and Preliminary Signs of Labor • Three Actual Signs of Labor
• Three Breathing Techniques • Labor and Delivery • Pushing
• Medications used in Labor • Induction • Forceps • Vacuum • Monitoring
• Cesarean Delivery • Post-op C/S • Postpartum Vaginal Delivery

Funny • Entertaining • Easy to Comprehend

Now it doesn't have the benefit of meeting other local mothers like the course downtown would have had, but there is the Auburn Mommy's Group I will eventually sign up for. And to tell you the truth, staying in and doing this at home with Brennen seems much more appealing to me anyway! We can do our classes together each day and re-do them whenever we want! Nekkid or non-nekkid! Playing the fool and giggling! Pootin' and tootin'! And I can also hand it along for my family to watch, my mum when she gets here and my MIL.

I'm very excited.
But I am going to patiently wait for boy before I start watching it!!!


Soni sent me this!

Monday, February 2, 2009

SOS On Isle 4

So I pretend to be composed and organised (and deeply engrossed in supermarket product) and then the phone rings.
I fish in my purse, *nearly miss it*, but pick it up in time to hear boy say "where are you?"

I grin.
And I laugh.

"Baby heeeeeeeeeelp me!" I wail. "I'm stuck in Isle 4"

I hear a smile in his voice as he says "I'll be right there"

You see....
I forget the *one* problem I'm having with pregnancy.
And that is when I squat, I CAN'T GET BACK UP.
And somehow, *somehow* I saw fit to squat with an arm full of groceries.

bread flour
& raisins

Squat to look at fruit snacks.
And then....BAM.
I try to stand once. No deal, I'm gonna bust arse.
I try to stand twice. Eeks.
I try to stand a third time and give up.
A mass of customers swirling around.

I contemplate calling Brennen.
Then I think 'naw' I'll wait it out.
So I wait.
And I wait.
And I wait.
And then....

ring ring!

Awesome husband calling to see where his stupid pregnant wife is.
And his stupid pregnant wife is stuck in isle 4.

Or at least remember for the future...

*head spins around while I levitate*

Woke up a little pukey.
I have major plans for today.

Week 32

Week 32: Mommy, you're HOT!
Fetal development in pregnancy week 32:fetus in eighth month

In the latest womb reports, your amazing baby has now developed sensitivity to temperature! This means you’ll probably get a swift kick if you put a hot pad on your ginormous belly. For the Elton John lovers out there-- yes, baby’s got blue eyes. At this point, all babies do, although depending on their chromosomal disposition, this could easily change after birth (or even between now and labor), but for the time being, blue it is. Thanks to their recently matured lungs and a remarkably strong immune system, over 90% of babies born in their 32nd week, survive premature births. So it’s pretty much a done deal. Even if your little monkey’s planning on heading out early, their survival odds are in everyone’s favor. Time to celebrate (no, no, wait until after the birth to crack open the champagne!) We’re talking baby-showers and alcohol-free punch!

And how's mom doing? If your family or significant other is around and involved, it’s probably time to start discussing what’s going to happen when you really go into labor. Of course, the delivery itself can be quite overwhelming for first-time viewers, so make sure and openly discuss the fact there will be blood, sweat, mucous, and possibly even a bit of poop (if you didn’t know already, it’s likely that while in labor and pushing, you also push out a bit of the ol’ number 2—it’s totally normal if not a little disgusting). Even the weak-stomached birthing buddies can still help to make the labor-process more bearable with breathing assistance, massages, and constant reassurance and cheering: "Yay! That was a great contraction honey!" (Now run! Before she breaks your wrist!). For the more blood-bold and not so faint of heart, the positions of cameraman, baby-catcher, and/or umbilical cord-cutter are always available—just talk to your doctor or mid-wife beforehand so they can be prepared to deal with an extra person during the birthing process.

Surprise! Your third trimester symptoms aren’t going away yet. If you just got back from peeing, you already know that your bladder is nearing non-existent-land. These joys will persist till you’re on the birthing bench. Also, be careful of lightheadedness during these last weeks. Your blood tends to pool in the lower limbs, resulting in low cranial blood pressure. So, watch out for the head rushes and get up nice-n-slow after sitting for long periods.