Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Ready for Cheese Puff

My main commitments before Cheese Puff arrives are done. Little Elvis had his birthday party and will definitely not have to share his birthday. The workshop series I was leading ended last night. It was family night and I didn't realize how loud that many kids would be. Thankfully, we were all parents, so they understood. I also didn't bring enough forks. I told Little Elvis that he didn't like to use untensils anyway, which suited him just fine.

Now that that's all done, I'm ready to no longer be pregnant. I hurt, I'm huge, and none of my long shirts really cover my big ol' belly. I have a knit dress thing that I may try to wear as a shirt tomorrow, although it will probably be pretty snug.

On Monday, when I took Baby Plum to speech, I told him that he couldn't look at the aquarium for long, because I'm sick of the comments that the elderly lady and her buddy make at my belly. He was fine with it, preferring to play with the train table in the back more anyway. On Friday they tsked me, and it upset me. I know I'm pregnant. It's not something that ever slips my mind. I don't need old ladies acting like I'm the size of 3 houses. Even if I were that size, I wouldn't need to be reminded.

On Sunday, some woman that I've talked to maybe once told me she'd been hoping I was going to have a girl. Really, woman that I don't talk to? You spend time thinking about my family and pregnancy and hoping that we don't have another boy? I somehow doubt that. I'm sure you didn't think about my pregnancy until you saw me that morning, and possibly you remembered that I had 2 boys.

All of the boys in Little Elvis' class were curious about my huge belly on Friday. One wouldn't stop hitting me, and asking how babies were made and delivered. I told him that the doctor put up a curtain and I had no idea how the baby would be delivered. I was so happy when the teacher pulled his fist away from my stomach.

Baby Plum sometimes hits at my stomach, and other times he'll kiss at it. He definitely knows something is up, and has been more clingy to me this past week.

Little Elvis has taken to grunting when he bends down to pick something up for me. That's all my modeling. I can't bend down or stand up with some sort of "ooof."

And I can't hold either boy in my lap comfortably. Needless to say, I'm ready.

I told Bob last night that I was planning to push furniture around, but he has something he wants to do on Thursday night, so I guess I'll wait until then to start pushing around furniture. Plus, we haven't put the car seat base in the car, and I need to set the bassinet up. I've also got to scrub the fridge and the chair that holds Baby Plum's high chair -- it's a mess.

I've had a few contractions, but usually just 2 or 3 at night. That's not bad. And none today, so far.


Blogger mpotter said...

so sorry you sound so miserable.
i hope all will go well, and with impeccable timing!

the "oof" part really made me laugh. ummmm, little j pretty much does that, too. that and she can NOT hug you without the hug/squeeze noise.

guess we're a noisy bunch around here.
(tho i will say in my defense, now that i'm not schlepping her around, my "oof" noises-i think- have subsided)

all the best!

9:23 PM  
Blogger Ann Wyse said...

Thinking about you lots and hoping everything goes as well as possible!

11:26 PM  
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