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This one is for all of you who tell me "Oh! You're not that big!"

Well... I am now. The Ellie Belly seems to have suddenly exploded into hugeness this week. This is not surprising considering that the up-and-down space available is totally used up. Bending in any direction, including simply leaning to one side or another, is not only extremely uncomfortable, it's damn near impossible. I do believe the kid is now going very much in the out direction. I'll see if I can get Stephen to take a picture of me tomorrow... but geese do I feel gigantic. Note: this doesn't mean that it is advisable to agree with me... and I know there are certain people saying "you always were."

Last time I checked I could still see my feet, but maybe I should check again.

It's past midnight and I'm avoiding going to bed. Why? Because it's so difficult to get comfortable that I almost don't want to try. The midwife says I'm not to recline as we're still trying to get baby to roll over and face the right instead of the left, so I'm forced to sleep on my side. For some reason sleeping on my left side, the advisable one for multiple reasons, is the less comfortable of the two possible sleeping positions. I have taken to creating a pillow nest, which Stephen despises, and seems to work a little better than some of the other options. But ... still not comfortable. This is true to the extent that by the fourth or fifth time I've woken up to go to the loo, around 6am, I lay there not wanting to bother trying to get back to sleep. I've been spending a lot of mornings wandering around the house, going down for juice or otherwise just staring at the ceiling. I suppose this is all good practice for feeding around the clock.

I never thought I would be looking forward so much to sleeping on my stomach or my back. I have always been a side sleeper, but this is a different ball game. Baby got heavy and it pulls on the muscles/connective tissues of my abdomen and sides. It's also killing my back. Amazingly enough, laying down is the most uncomfortable position for me. I find this pretty surprising. Now with two weeks to go until the due date, I'm finally finding myself wishing for labor. It's only now that I really feel big and pregnant.

Ironically, I've been wearing my pre-pregnancy trousers this week and they're so much more comfortable than any of the maternity clothes that I have. Fair be it, they are totally unzipped and held up by my Bella Band (invaluable thing that it is), but they fit everywhere else. They, unlike all the maternity trousers, are not made for short women. It's so nice not to be high-watering it, although that may be appropriate now that the rains and autumn have arrived.

It's really feeling like autumn now. This change in the weather is something I've been waiting for to signal that we're close to baby time. Funny that it's come just as we hit full term. The days seem drastically shorter. I'm finally sleeping with a blanket again (first time in months). I'm also getting to layer and wear sweaters- which I love. I'm so not a summer person, and I'm very happy to see it go. This transition is so marked this year. Of course this is possibly the most significant change in seasons I will ever experience. Going into this new year (Celtic, that is)I will be a mother.

I'm really looking forward to baby coming. It feels like it's pretty cramped in there and I wonder how long it will wait until the magical proteins or whatever are released and signal that baby is ready for the oxygen world. We are armed and ready. We are armed with things that I wish we never had to buy (and couldn't do with a straight face). Our home birth kit is here as well, the basket of classic home birth items (all from out check list) is stocked and ready to roll, and all we need to do is finish cleaning up the bedroom. It's a lot closer but more cluttered than I'd like it to be. Also, the bathroom could use some deep cleaning but somehow I haven't been too excited to get down on my hands and knees to scrub anything. Shocking, I'm sure.

The Green Room is put together and peaceful. Although, Stephen has, as of today, turned on the television and hooked up the cable, so it has been invaded. However, this is still likely to be a nice, quiet tea and sitting room, and likely where I'll nurse a lot of the time. My glider/rocker fits wonderfully in there and I'm very happy with it.

Well... I guess I'll go fight the bed. We all need rest.

P.S. I have been getting a lot of random food cravings again, although I have not been able to indulge them. They come and go very quickly, but it's sort of funny... I'm really feeling full circle in many ways. I blame my trousers.
eniarelocin: (Skywatch)
Since it has come up and we previously didn't have an official answer I am posting the official answer now.

Below is a copy of an email reply to my inquiry as to the cleaning procedures used with regards to the tub we are considering (still hoping to) rent for labor and possibly birth. For further information you can also check out their website: LaborTubs.com.

On Cleaning Protocol for Labor Tubs )

I'm really crossing my fingers for one of these.
eniarelocin: (Squishy Baby)

Originally uploaded by NicoleRaine

So apparently I'm huge and not in good ways. I can't believe how puffy I look. Oh well... deflation could happen very, very soon. And that's good news.
Baby Shower )

Other News )

Counting Down )

Thoughts On Impending Motherhood )

eniarelocin: (Squishy Baby)
Thing 1: We are now full term and allowed to have a babeh whenever it decides it's ready to come out.

Thing 2: Stephen has just been sent on only the second midnight grocery run of the entire pregnancy- and for the same thing I sent him for the first time, I might add. Apple Juice. I want apple juice... that and Ocean Spray White Grapefruit juice. Mmmm vitamin C.

Monday is not likely to be fun as I think we can officially say we're both ill. Welcome autumn!

Oh... and as a bonus...

Thing 3: Babeh will not stop poking me in the magical hip nerve of d00m! OUCH. "Lay on your left side," they tell me. Yeah... that puts little fingers in destructive places. But at least Wiggles is well wiggly this evening and apparently having a grand old time routing around in my pelvis.

Oh well... before we know it I'll be posting that I am having contractions... and then that I'm officially a mum. How surreal, strange, crazy, weird, etc is that?! Is this really happening?

I shall ponder this whilst I await the delivery of my delicious and nutrition juice... and I don't mean the kind I will shortly be producing.

June 2010

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