Tuesday, September 25, 2012

hanks nursery

The nursery has been finished for weeks, it's just waiting for a little man.  DJ worked so hard making it perfect.  The nursery is in the tiniest room in our house.  Not because the baby is obviously so tiny, but rather because it's the room nearest to our bedroom.  So while it's mighty small (really small) and the natural lighting is not the best in the house it's closest to mommy and daddy and that was all I really cared about.

Like I said it's small, but I really think it turned out so cute :)

Monday, September 24, 2012

weekend inventory

This weekend started the fall season.  DJ brought down our Halloween and fall decorations from the attic because he was so nervous that I was going to go into labor and then nothing would be put up.  Our house smells like a combination of pumpkin and apple pie thanks to my Febreze wall plug-ins.
these things shed sparkles like it's their job
 Saturday I took a personal day.  I told DJ I needed just one day to do nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  It's been so much stress daily just waiting for Baby Hank to arrive that I wanted more nothing, less cleaning.  It was glorious.  I swear blog about it (unless it's about going into labor) and it shall come.  I slept.  Glorious sleep that has been evading me for so long found me on Friday and Saturday night.  I swore it must be a sign that labor was imminent but clearly I was WRONG. 

Sunday, DJ had a hockey game and his team had another big win.  DJ has yet to score this season which is seriously bizarre.  I swear he's subconsciously nervous and not playing his best.  I went to see the doctor this morning and crossed my fingers that I had majorly progressed.  To my dismay I had not dilated any further.  I am 90% effaced which is something, but majorly disappointing.  Looks like I'll be pregnant forever.

Friday, September 21, 2012

sleep, where art thou?

my attempt to set a relaxing atmosphere to help myself fall asleep
When they say that your body prepares you to care for a newborn, they are not kidding.  I sleep in very short cycles.  Between my nesting insanity, (although EVERYTHING is finished on my list of ridiculousness and I'm not quite sure what is left to clean) my racing mind and my extreme discomfort, I really can't sleep for longer than 4 hours at a time in the middle of the night.  Mind you this is not straight through.  I am still waking up to go to the bathroom, change positions, run the dishwasher...again.  Through out the day I am lucky to get one or two, 45 minute naps.  I'm just really tired.  I know it's not going to get better once Baby Hank gets here and everyone keeps telling me to sleep now, but it's damn near impossible.  It's a real mind fuck. (excuse my language, I'm crabby due to lack of sleep, remember?)

Anyway, DJ has the day off today and has been killing his to-do list.  It's almost like he knows that if the to-do's turn into to-did-nots I may have a nervous breakdown.

All jokes aside I'm so beyond ready for this baby to get here that I've tried almost every single possible at-home labor inducing trick that I could Google, twice and still no baby.  I'm 38 weeks and if one more person even suggests that I could technically go another 4 weeks if he comes late I might cry.  Its not even an option in my opinion.  How hard is it to perform a c-section in the bathtub?  Tonight we're going to see The Hounds Below and The Heavy at The Magic Stick downtown tonight and I'm crossing my fingers the loud music puts me into labor.  I mean it would be very inconvenient to be in labor at a show, so it seems like the perfect time for Baby Hank to decide to come!  Pray for me and enjoy your weekend with lots of sleep.

Monday, September 17, 2012

weekend inventory

Before I get to the weekend part of things, let me just tell you that I went to see my doctor today and he said I have lost my mucus plug, 1cm dilated and 70% effaced.  Hallelujah!  Seriously, just knowing that this is getting close to the end is like a little gift from heaven for me.  Nobody really tells you how crummy the last month is.  I'm here to tell you, it's not fun.  Who cares though because I'm only thinking positively right now!

All right, back to the weekend.  Friday, I spent the afternoon with my friend Cara and her new son, River Elwood.  He is beyond precious.  Beyond.  I was so excited to see her after just giving birth to Baby River on Labor Day and to meet her sweet bundle of handsome.  They did not disappoint.  I was dying to ask her all kinds of questions about delivery.  It's funny how when discussing pregnancy, labor and delivery all sense of modesty goes out the window.  Everyone knows that the baby comes out of your Queen Victoria, but there is such a lack of embarrassment when it comes to talking openly about all the other things that come with being pregnant when you are talking amongst other mothers or soon-to-be mothers, and I love it.  I love that I can share and that my ladies can share with me details about the most intimate parts and nobody even flinches, because when the outcome is an adorable and healthy baby, who really feels shy about discussing mucus plugs?

 Saturday, husband and I ran errands and I came home to make a "labor cake".  What's a labor cake you ask?  It's an extremely decadent chocolate cake that is supposed to kick start labor.  It didn't put me into labor but it was intensely chocolaty and made my pregnant soul scream "Thank you!".  That night DJ had a hockey game and I got a chance to talk to my friend Angie all about the weeks leading up to her having her sweet daughter Lucy, who smiled and coo-ed at the boys as they skated back and forth and won their hockey game 5-1.

Sunday, was more running around followed by a super long nap on the couch.  Such a perfect end to the weekend.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

musings of a hipocritical only child (part 2)

My observations of social retardation are endless.

1.  If you are not going to be able to last in your stilettos, pumps or platforms until the end of the night,  Wear something else.  Walking around barefoot at a wedding that doesn't take place in a beach setting is lame to the max.

2.  When offered a breath mint or gum, even if you don't want it, take it.  It's most likely a kind hint.

3.  Constant complaints are for losers.  I'm not saying you need to be all "I love my life" in everyone's face, but if all you do is bitch and moan on your social networking sites, people are going to stop giving you the attention you appear to be seeking so desperately.

4.  Chew with your mouth closed and do not speak when your mouth is full.  For crying out loud the most disgusting noises come from people that are eating. 

5.  If you work in customer service try to not be so annoyed with servicing customers.  It's. Your. Job.

6.  Saying sorry does not erase your sins.  The most you can expect of someone is that they accept your apology.  You are not entitled to forgiveness.

7.  If you are having a conversation with someone and they are the only one asking questions, you are not not being a good participant.  This is the definition of a one sided conversation.  Return the favor and ask them questions about their life.  It's only fair.

8.  Speaking of conversational etiquette, don't try to top your friends story with your own.  Sometimes it's OK to not mention that time you got drunk.

9.  Oh and don't interrupt me people when they are in the middle of a sentence.

10.  Please.  Please.  Please don't wear shorts, black socks and white sneakers.  Please.  

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

weekend inventory

Hope your hump day is treating you well.  I have been a nesting fool, cleaning everything from the fridge to the light fixtures.

The weather is back in the 80s today but over the weekend I got a taste of fall and I am already missing it.  I want the cool weather back.  Never have I wanted to say goodbye to the warm summer months as much as my over heated pregnant self does lately.  Don't kick me for saying this.

We spent the fall weather Sunday in the best way ever.  AT THE CIDER MILL!  Donuts, apple cider and the adorable petting zoo.

Apparently all of the weird weather we have had has made the price of apples and cider go through the roof.  $10 for a gallon of cider?  Makes gas prices seem low, ha!  I don't care though, just like I don't care that cider makes my heartburn feel like the baby is trying to take the elevator up. 

Monday I did find out that the baby is super ready to vacate the premises.  He wants to stretch his legs so badly he actually cracked one of my ribs.  I have been complaining about my ribs hurting/burning nearly every single day and when I told the doctor on Monday how uncomfortable I've been, he confirmed that I am not just a whiner, but a soon-to-be mommy with a cracked rib.  Bummer right?  Happy hump/bump day!

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

weekend inventory

OK we just didn't really do too much this weekend.  We shopped, ate-out, finished organizing the nursery (not such a small task) and went to Arts, Beats and Eats.  We weren't exactly lazy, but we probably could have finished everything in one day and instead we spread the wealth of un-fun through out the whole 3-day (4-day for me) weekend.

I actually didn't take very many pictures this weekend either.  Mostly because I forgot to even take them and partially because I didn't want to carry the fancy camera and my iPhone was constantly in the red for battery life.

Hope you had a lovely Labor Day though.  Once the final baby toy was put away DJ made homemade lemonade!  I had walked all over Arts, Beats and Eats on Saturday in search of a carnival style lemonade and never got one.  We finally found it right after I broke down and got a stupidly expensive 20oz of Crush Orange but by then I was too sour to spend another $10 on lemonade.  (Not really $10 but you get the idea)  So, Monday DJ went out and bought a ton of lemons and an enormous amount of sugar.  It turned out awesome.  I had heartburn worse than ever before but it was really worth it.