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I apologize for kind of dissapearing...
Oct. 6th, 2005 01:16 amI got a few different emails and comments inquiring where the hell I dissapeared to, all full term and due.
Well...I started having contractions Sunday night (1 day past my "due date"). Intense ones waking me up and making me make noise. They lasted all night long. I got up fully expecting them to go away, and they didn't. I called my mother and told her, "This is probably not it. But I can't be responsible if it IS it, and you miss it." I also called my sister, and told her "It's possible that nothing is going on, I just want you to be where I can reach you if I do need you." They kept on all morning, all afternoon. I went for a looooooooooooong walk with my sister. My mother was timing them for the hell of it, late that evening, and they were coming 4-6 minutes apart and lasting 1+ minutes each time, for the whole two hours she kept track. And my back was killing me.
So then I went to bed and they petered out and by the next morning I was back to sporatic Braxton Hicks. The only change is, now I've gotten this ball of childcare and out of town relatives and such rolling, and my house is full of extra people and their luggage. I feel like hibernating. They're being very good; extensively telling me I'm under no pressure, they don't mind, etc. Even though my mother only has 6 paid days off of work, and even though things are crowded. They know better than to ask me how I'm feeling, or if anything new is going on, even when I'm clutching my back and stopping to breathe (like I have been tonight).
Grant had an appointment with a chef up in Miami yesterday, who is right down the street from the birth center. Since it's right there, he was like, why not come along and they can check you out. I said, Great idea, we even have babysitters here, it'll be nice to be out with just you. And it WAS nice, we stopped at Olive Garden on the way back, just he and I. But damnitt did I really need to go and ask someone to tell me what my cervix was doing, only to find out the answer is NOTHING? No, I didn't.
So yeah. Trying to just relax and chill. Went with mother, sister and kids to Wild Oats today and had lunch, hung out, shopped. And shopped at Winn Dixie with my mother this evening. Weeded the garden and gave sister many many harvested herbs to take home, and a rose off of my bush. Baked oatmeal raisin cookies and pumpkin bread tonight. Nursing my gorgeous toddler, trying not to neglect Ananda and Aaron (it's really easy when they're totally content to sit and watch my brother play video games or my mom play computer games or follow my sister around the house or jump on the trampoline, and I'm tired of everything and everyone).
Grant is being wonderful to me. Working a lot, but also doing anything I ask, and giving my foot rubs and back rubs and compliments, and just being great.
Anyway, there you all have it. It took a really unecessarily LARGE effort to force myself to come and update...I'm really tired of updating people. My father called today, my mom called my new stepdad, my sister in law and mother in law came by or called, and I dodged my nana on the phone. The cashiers at Winn Dixie all have something to say about my still being pregnant, and my across the street neighbors are convinced it MUST BE TWINS.
:::NOT tearing my hair out...really:::
Well...I started having contractions Sunday night (1 day past my "due date"). Intense ones waking me up and making me make noise. They lasted all night long. I got up fully expecting them to go away, and they didn't. I called my mother and told her, "This is probably not it. But I can't be responsible if it IS it, and you miss it." I also called my sister, and told her "It's possible that nothing is going on, I just want you to be where I can reach you if I do need you." They kept on all morning, all afternoon. I went for a looooooooooooong walk with my sister. My mother was timing them for the hell of it, late that evening, and they were coming 4-6 minutes apart and lasting 1+ minutes each time, for the whole two hours she kept track. And my back was killing me.
So then I went to bed and they petered out and by the next morning I was back to sporatic Braxton Hicks. The only change is, now I've gotten this ball of childcare and out of town relatives and such rolling, and my house is full of extra people and their luggage. I feel like hibernating. They're being very good; extensively telling me I'm under no pressure, they don't mind, etc. Even though my mother only has 6 paid days off of work, and even though things are crowded. They know better than to ask me how I'm feeling, or if anything new is going on, even when I'm clutching my back and stopping to breathe (like I have been tonight).
Grant had an appointment with a chef up in Miami yesterday, who is right down the street from the birth center. Since it's right there, he was like, why not come along and they can check you out. I said, Great idea, we even have babysitters here, it'll be nice to be out with just you. And it WAS nice, we stopped at Olive Garden on the way back, just he and I. But damnitt did I really need to go and ask someone to tell me what my cervix was doing, only to find out the answer is NOTHING? No, I didn't.
So yeah. Trying to just relax and chill. Went with mother, sister and kids to Wild Oats today and had lunch, hung out, shopped. And shopped at Winn Dixie with my mother this evening. Weeded the garden and gave sister many many harvested herbs to take home, and a rose off of my bush. Baked oatmeal raisin cookies and pumpkin bread tonight. Nursing my gorgeous toddler, trying not to neglect Ananda and Aaron (it's really easy when they're totally content to sit and watch my brother play video games or my mom play computer games or follow my sister around the house or jump on the trampoline, and I'm tired of everything and everyone).
Grant is being wonderful to me. Working a lot, but also doing anything I ask, and giving my foot rubs and back rubs and compliments, and just being great.
Anyway, there you all have it. It took a really unecessarily LARGE effort to force myself to come and update...I'm really tired of updating people. My father called today, my mom called my new stepdad, my sister in law and mother in law came by or called, and I dodged my nana on the phone. The cashiers at Winn Dixie all have something to say about my still being pregnant, and my across the street neighbors are convinced it MUST BE TWINS.
:::NOT tearing my hair out...really:::
