Week 38 - AND HOLY CARP!

okay, must jot some ideas before they are forgotten...
breast pump
Dave Matthews Dream
Cravings
OMG - 10 Days (give or take) to go
Last day of work
The 'twisting'
Bris Info
Brian
Feet washing / leg drying
Why am I not still in bed !?!?! (it's 6:56 am, and I kicked Adam off the pooter to blog)

Okay, let's begin with the normal stuff: I am 38 weeks (and a half) and am starting to get ready for a change. Although it is pretty scary because I am familiar with where I am and am okay with it. Otherwise, the unknown (or better yet, un-experienced) is a bit more (A SHIT LOAD MORE) frightening. The labor, when do I get the DRUGS DAMMIT!!!, Delivery, 2 days in the hospital or so, beginning to breast feed (OMFG!!!), coming home with baby, per the Pediatrician (whom we love - even though she only works Wed thru Saturday, there are 5 other doctors in her practice that work alot... so pee the Pediatrician (not a typo) I am to begin feeding the baby EVERY THREE HOURS (7, 10, 1...) in order to get our baby "sleeping thru the night by 2 months of age. This means feeding at 7am for 30 - 45 minutes, playing with baberman for 5 minutes (he will be very sleepy, but play with him some...) then he will sleep (and prolly us too!!) Set the alarm for 9:55, get up and do it again, every 3 hours for the first 2 weeks. I am so far, MUCH HAPPIER with him inside!!

Then, at our 2 week visit, she will go over the next step in training our baby. Haha this is funny since we have had Claire, or 'training baby' for the last 2 (almost) years.

I jsut asked Adam to fill up my glass with Milk. He has been so AWESOMe during this whole pregnancy endeavor! Getting my water (of which I request SEVERAL times a day....) lately cooking dinner (I try to help some, but standing barefoot, and pregnant [VERY PREGNANT] over a hot stove has lost some appeal in the late last tri-mester...He has been so helpful around the house, doing mostly whatever I tell him. Steam cleaning the carpets last weekend AND washing the dogs (I brushed them before and anfter the baths) this weekend we/he will clean the kitchen from top to bottom, and get the rest of the baberman room ready for the little guy. OH, and we have to install the car seat SOON!! We put the swing together, and I washed the car seat cover, and the bouncy seat cover, and put the shelves up in his room, and put all the stuff on the shelves.

Dad and Lonna Rae are coming to see the nursery on Sunday at 1pm. They have NOT been over to see it at all yet. I was sad to realize that.

(I have yet to really delve into what I listed at the top of my post, I know...) But I have an hour until we have to leave to go to my Thursday vaginal visit. Which brings me to (dramamtic music please!) The TWISTING! My OB has this odd habit of twisting her way inside me for the vaginal exam. And it is quite, well yilch!!! I told her last week about the roughness of her 'technique' shall we say, but I think I need to let her know that it is really the twisitng that is awful and uncomforatble. This is what I dread about seeing her. And since they cannot give me the drugs BEGINNING NOW!!! I am forced to endure the twisting. suck. Last week, I broke down and cried just a bit and told her how uncomfortable I was with her 'exam', and she was better during that one, but I was not clear that it was really the twisting that bothers me. She did seem kind of shocked that I was feeling this way, but was genuinely trying to be slower and gentler, although there was still TWISTING!!!

Moving on...

Oh yes, the breast pump!! As I spoke with Harriet last night (she was lit on scotch and soda which made our conversation a bit more fun and exciting...) she pointed out that I should not mess with the breast pump until tomorrow (because ' it may cause A contraction...') nad this would ruin our DOB being 08- -08. She is correct. So, the story is this... I, all of a sudden, decided I wanted to 'try' the breast pump. Adam was quite hesitant, but I said I wanted to do it. So we gathered all the accoutriments, and stuck that clear cone onto my nipple as it began to suck. I pretty quickly told Adam to find the nob to "TURN IT DOWN", although it was not on that high. I watched it do its suckling for about 10 or so repetitions, and then got weirded out. It was so odd SEEING my nipple get sucked down into the tube of this thing trying to extract the milk. But there was no milk, thank god!! There was the one drop of colostrum (and I mean ONE DROP) that I quickly grabbed a tissue and dabbled when I was done. VERY ODD... the sensation was a bit uncomfortable, and very strange, and I am still not sure what to do with all that floating around in mah brain. Luckily, we talked about it enough, that it did not keep me awake and pondering last night (as new baby things tend to do). The biggest deal I guess was that I am going to have to / want to do this several times a day in order to keep milk coming and to reduce the milk that is coming. Seems a bit redundant, but I don't want the baby to STARVE!!! However, it takes 15 - 20 minutes to completely 'empty' each breast. EACH... that means I will need to do both! OMG....

Okay next....AHHHH yes, my Dave Matthews Dream.

It was Monday night, or Sunday, not sure now, maybe Sunday. I was going into a bathroom at some large place, with lots of stalls, and had to poop. I heard 2 girls talking thru stalls and decided to keep searching for the propper poo place. I went down further and found a good clean stall. It was huge! After applying the seat cover and sitting down, it seemed as though there were at least 2 toilets in my stall, with a tv on the back wall. Then I noticed Dave walk by my stall, and there were no real doors on the stall... Playing on the tv was a video of his, and I will tell you the song later, because I don't remember the name of it. And he was looking at the tv as he walked by. Then, as I am trying to poo, he walked by again. I became a bit uncomfortable, but realized he was looking at the tv and not me, so much.... After walking by AGAIN, he started talking to me. I am not sure if I poo'd or not at this point, but the urge was no longer... (excuse me, butt all this talk of pooing, and I just let out a load bearing phart...) Ok... (PS: it always makes me feel better pooing before my ob appt because that is about 1 lb or so I won't have to weigh at my appt.) So, Dave and I start talking, and then next thing, we are walking and end up somewhere on some couch, and I am on top of him and we are having sex. Unfortunatley, I wake up before having enough time to really enjoy myself. I awake to find my hands rubbing on Adam's back (or chest, it was dark, hairy and I was sleepy, but they were above the waist FO SHO!) I rolled oer and tried to go back to my dream.... hmmm...

OK - cravings. This week, it is still root beer and watermelon. I must have eaten half of a 20 pound watermelon since Sunday, and I haven't had any today yet. YUMMY! And I need foutain root beer, not from a bottle or can please...

Okay - last 10 days... the swelling has been CRASSSSSY!! And it has forced me to do a whole-lotta-nada! I have watched many episodes of A Haunting http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Haunting_in_Connecticut#Specials and this has been interesting. I have watched may Dog Whisperers. I love Cesar Millan. He is my hero. But these last 10 days are quite remarkable. My last day of work is tomorrow, which is odd. Another 'last'

Oh, and the watermelon and rrot beer, no not at the same time...

However, I am GLAD (EX-FUCKING-STATIC) to be done with Elliot, at least for a while... I may be forced to go back to work for him after the baby, but will try to not let that happen, AT ALL COSTS!!

Okay, I covered the twisting,...bris info. Ah yes. the bris, performed by a mohel (pronounced moyel. I need to pick up my script of Emla, which is a topical cream to be placed on the penis and wrapped with gauze 1 hour or so before the procedure. And SOMEBODY PUH-LEASE MAKE SURE I HAVE KLEENEX READILY AVAILABLE FOR THE BRIS!!!!!!!!!! The mohel has done a couple bris' in my family, and has very steady hands. However, he would like us to donate 450 - 500 to his son's college, in his son's name, to go toward tuition. This seems kinda weird, because he is not supposed ot 'gain' from our donation, and our Rabbi agreed with me on this, but I think we are going to stick with him anyways. It's already set up...Bob LawBlaw... However, the 450-500 part is my biggest concern. Because so far, none of the parents have offered to help out with this expense, and I am not sure the school takes credit cards. We will have to see. However, the donation does not have to be made until after the bris, which seems odd, but makes sense since he may not perform it for whatever reason, and that would be an odd conversation to have... "uh, could we please be reimbursed for our donation..."

NEXT!

Brian - is in the hospital. I get a text from David (Rita's grandson) at 10:30 last night saying do you know Brian is in the hospital? UH NO!! So I call him and in my rude / polite way tell him to NOT send me a text like that! Call me and give me details. He was not sure I was sleeping, but AGAIN, this deserves a call whether it is 10:30 or not. ESPECIALLY SINCE HE HAS BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL FOR THIRTEEN HOURS!!!! All David knew was that he had a blood clot in his foot and a blood infection. At Presby. No room #, no floor, no other details. So, I am calling the hospital last night after hanging up with David, and they are telling me that the patient is asleep. I asked Loretta how she knew this from the nurses station. (they would not connect me to the room that late, only to the nurses station.) I told her he is my step-dad, and that I am due to deliver a baby any day now, and to go TELL HIM I CALLED! She did, and Brian called me moments later. His right foot is swollen and infected, and his big toe is HUGE. ALTHOUGH HE DROVE HIMSELF TO THE HOSPITAL..... I about came unglued. Drove himself. He is famous for this, but thought me may have called to ask me to take him, since Rita just had some procedure yesterday and David was taking care of her. I bitched at him, and told him I would come see him this morning. Will get more details...


Crouching Tiger / Hidden Dragon.... no wait, I mean Foot Washing / Leg Drying. Neither of which I am really able to do anymore. Foot washing just discovered in the shower last night. I can't quite hoist my foot up on my knee anymore to wash it. Since the baby has dropped a bunch over the last few days, it has gotten much harder, and now in the shower, seems near impossible. Leg drying, well I haven't really done that in a couple weeks, luckily it's hot enough not to care. But still annoying.

And finally, why I am not in bed. Well, with all this CARP, adn I do mean CARP, rolling around upstairs, how could I sleep???? It's 8:00am on the dot. Must get ready for twisting. Maybe I will play that song by Korn on the way to the appointment...