I had my 28 week appointment, which technically, is my 29 week appointment. Either way, I am officially measuring right on. Which means that odds are I will not be delivering on or even close to the day my dad passed away because my babies like to come late.
There are some sort of bittersweet feelings in knowing this. I have been preparing myself for the day that I give birth to this miracle baby, which could easily come on the anniversary of my dad's death. And in some ways, I want him to come on that day. Childbirth is like nothing else in this world; it's incredibly chaotic, beautiful and so far, the two best moments I have had in not only my life, but in this life with Eric. Giving birth to you on the same day that death took my dad wouldn't necessarily be replacing one memory with another, but it would remind me that my dad is truly always with me.
On the other side, I don't want to give birth on the anniversary of my dad's death, because that one day reminds me that I need to live the three hundred sixty-four other days that aren't bogged down with sadness and grief. Even though those feelings are still deep-seeded, they don't steal my breath like they used to. But when that day comes around each year, I am able to remember and realize how precious life and relationships with other human beings are; to never take anything for granted.
And then, with all that being said, I know this miracle baby will surprise me and make our family complete. So come what may...
In other news, when I finished my check up this week, the doctor said, "Ok, we'll see you in two weeks." I did a double take and said, "Two weeks?!" Since we're technically at week 29, they start the two week appointments at week 30.... so, that would mean that in two weeks, I begin every two weeks until week 36. Luckily, I asked if I could put it off another week and truly come on week 32, and she approved it, so this one will be three weeks. But still. What the hell??? I cannot believe it. I was so shocked. I think because with my other two pregnancies, at this point, I was looking forward to finding out if Baby E was a boy or a girl. Now, at this point, I'm in my third trimester and staring down the barrel of the Holiday Shotgun. What comes right after the holidays? BABY. It's so weird to think like that.
Luckily, our bathroom is almost finished and next will be the kitchen. I made pumpkin bars tonight for our family Thanksgiving this weekend (where we will ALSO be attending the Iowa game. SO EXCITED!) and kept thinking about how excited I was about my new kitchen. I cannot wait. After Thanksgiving, Eric and I will be ordering our cabinets and looking for our counter top. I have been busy pinning the various colors and organizational things I want in my kitchen, and overall, getting very excited that soon, our house will be 90% complete. The whole house. And currently, we have over $80,000 in equity in our home. Which means with it actually complete, we will have much more than that. Which means we are closer to our seven year goal of moving into a bigger house, or buying an acreage. WAHOO! WE ARE MOVING FORWARD!
Speaking of moving forward, on to the update!
Random Thoughts from This Week: I hope I don't get the flu, I hope I don't get the flu, I hope I don't get the flu...
Maternity clothes? Yes, and some of them are about to be retired. So long, brown pants.
Weight gain? Yes, which again, I am trying not to stress out about. From my ideal weight, I am almost 30 pounds. From my typical weight, I am about 23 pounds. From my weight when I first found out I was pregnant, thanks to my anxiety pills (that's my story and I'm sticking to it...) I am only 15. So that's not technically that bad. For some reason, I've really been hard on myself. So I feel a little bit better about it after today's appointment. Although I am really surprised that no doctor has mentioned it, but after thinking about it, this is probably why!
Stretch marks? Nope! I hope it stays that way!
Best moment this week? We have this thing called "Homeroom" which is like an advisory period once a week where students are assigned to a teacher, and that teacher acts as their liaison, communicator etc. in case the kid feels like they don't have one in the school. This week's homeroom lesson plan was to write thank you notes to people. It was the teacher's choice to whom they wanted the students to write, but most kids wrote to the teachers. I received 13 "thank you" notes from some of my most unsuspecting students. Some of the students that I didn't think I was reaching, I was. It was really incredible. I was shocked, but it was an incredibly humbling feeling.
Worst moment this week? Probably from 2:00 a.m. this morning until about a half hour ago. The flu has struck my little man down, and being that I'm so far along, I do NOT want to catch it. It's not just the "I ate something horrible" flu, it's the genuine flu, with a fever and everything. So I spent most of last night wiping up puke, wiping James' face, yelling at him to get to the trash can at the side of his bed etc. Eric took the reins and actually got into bed with James to make sure he didn't choke on his vomit etc. while I stayed in our room, but we were up about every hour, either cleaning up puke, cleaning up James, or just guiding him toward the waste basket while I rubbed his back and he puked. I ended up going to a conference today, and Eric took the day off to take care of him. About noon is when the fever and dry heaves hit, and the poor kid dry heaved and slept off and on all afternoon. I feel awful for him, but Eric smartly gave him a bath about 6:00, which broke his fever and he's been slightly warm, but in much better spirits since.
Miss anything? Not hurting when I move.
Movement? Yep! You've started your twitchy thing!
Food cravings? I went out to eat with my mom at Uncle Buck's and had a turkey wrap thing. IT WAS FUCKING DELICIOUS. I want to order another one. Every day.
Anything make you queasy or sick? The smell of James' vomit. It was terrible.
What pissed you off this week? Not much. Surprisingly...
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