Nine Months Pregnant

I came across a really funny article that was: You know you're nine months pregnant when. . . . If I didn't know before, I definitely know now because I agreed with every one of them.
We have a doctor's appointment today. I'm really hoping that something great will happen like me going in there and the doctor saying, "Wow. This baby is coming out RIGHT NOW!" Hey, a girl can dream.
Today is 38 weeks. Fourteen days. Last week I was dilated to a 2 and 25% effaced. Here's hoping for some real progress!



Back from the doctor . . .
Still at a 2 but now 75% effaced. Guess that's good. The baby won't be born tonight, but it's progress.

Nothing New

Here's a funny picture. Our dog likes to take things out her doggy door and this was a failed attempt. It's the biggest pillow in our house. Don't ask. I have no idea what she was wanting to do with it in the backyard.




Here' hoping the next post includes baby pictures.

Sleep

Sleep. Where are you? I didn't sleep last night and I ended up sleeping in until ten, and then at eleven taking a nap that lasted until 1:30. Needless to say, I did nothing productive.
Now it's looking like I'm going to have one of those days again. It's 12:50 and I just crawled out of bed. I'd been trying to sleep since 10:30 with no luck. Now I'm drinking hot chocolate and eating a roll.

Anyway, we had a doctor's appointment today. I am dilated to a 2 and 25% effaced. The doctor said that now that I'm 37 weeks, the baby could come any time and that it is really hard to predict. He did, however, say at the end of our appointment, "Ok, see you next week - if you haven't had the baby by then." Which got my hopes up - a ton! It was just a minute earlier he mentioned induction if the baby isn't here by 41 weeks. So really, who knows. But having a baby this week sounds a lot more fun than being pregnant for another three, so that's my plan. We'll see what the baby has in mind.
And I'm off to bed.
Maybe if I still can't sleep later I'll come back and finish the story about Annyong that I left so abruptly last time.

Three Weeks?

The crib has sheets, the car seat is in the car, all the clothes are washed and folded, a diaper changing station is set up and . . . and the baby is still tucked away for another three weeks. Seriously!? Time is really starting to drag. Let's go, baby! We're ready when you are.

Kicking Wing

Baby, I swear, if you do not unhook your foot from the inside of my ribcage you will be politely asked to leave. If you think I'm kidding, kick me again. I dare you.

Also, for all you who assured me that morning sickness goes away after the first trimester, let me tell you that mine didn't leave until well into the second. Also, it's back. Which is why I'm up at 6 am on a Saturday. My thinking is that if I start this early and eat super slowly for probably the rest of the morning, then I might not get sick. We'll see. I never got that lucky six months ago.

Come On, Baby

This may be the longest four weeks of my life so far . . . and we still have 3 1/2 to go.
Last night, (by which I mean like three hours ago) (It is 3:15 am right now) (Can't sleep). Anyway, last night I had a stomachache and the thought crossed my mind, wouldn't it be awesome if I went into labor and just had the baby and wasn't pregnant anymore??? And then I realized that it probably would not be awesome because we don't have a car seat and we'd be trapped at the hospital forever. But maybe that's no big deal.
Unfortunately, I think I just ate a bad french fry from dinner or something. Oh yes, this was my birthday dinner. Hello, world. I'm 22. Do I feel a year older? Funny you should ask. I feel many, many years older, but, as mentioned earlier, it's 3:19 so that may be the culprit.

Sleep well.

Four Weeks

Yesterday Blake and I played golf in our backyard - we played the version where you kick on of Annyong's tennis balls and try to get it into one of the many holes she's dug in our yard.
Speaking of Annyong, she's doing much better, I think. Here's what we think happened:

We started taking Annyong to the dog park and she absolutely loved it. One day we start noticing that her nose is runny and she's coughing. We did some research and came to conclusion that she had kennel cough from the dog park - even though she was vaccinated. Based on our research on the internet, we decided that since it is a viral infection, to just keep an eye on her while it runs its course. And then Annyong stopped eating. Or maybe she got her really high fever first, we're not sure. Either way, we took her to the vet on Tuesday. They were very concerned about her fever, gave her a shot to break it, and they said that her appetite would return when she wasn't so feverish. They were thinking by the next morning... yeah... no. Then they gave us some antibiotics just in case some of her infection (turns out it was bronchitis) was bacterial.
Annyong was still not eating, still shaking (we thought this was due to the fever originally) and still had a fever. After much debate, we took her back to the vet on Friday. She still had a fever, which the vet was most concerned about, although our main concern was that she wasn't eating- it had been nearly a week at this point. The vet issued more antibiotics and gave us some fancy wet dog food. Annyong, the silly dog, still wouldn't eat it.
Well, now we were very concerned. The dog looked terrible! Blake and I did some more research and found a few articles suggesting that the shaking was due to low blood sugar due to the silly dog not eating. So we decided to change that. For two days Blake and I would tackle Annyong (well actually, Blake did the tackling) and I would suck up this nasty dog food concoction into a bulb syringe and would squirt it into her mouth. We had to do this with water as well. The article also said that the fastest way to get her blood sugar higher was by giving her sugar, and they suggested maple syrup. We squirted that in her mouth as well.

I'll finish this story later.