I know that towards the end babies run out of room and so their movements are less noticeable.  That doesn’t stop it from being a bit scary though.

Especially given the number of stories of stillbirth I’ve come across in various communities lately that started with baby not moving.  One women had one recently, and others were sharing their stories, and I just need to click away as soon I realize what it is about, but it seems disrespectful somehow.

Yesterday he wasn’t moving much - or at least I wasn’t feeling much - and it was making me nervous.  Then this morning I woke around five and after returning from the bathroom I thought I’d stay away long enough to feel him move just to be sure.

It seemed as if I lay there forever with only one small shift that I wasn’t even sure was him.

Then, just as I was starting to freak out enough to wake M. and suggest that we should head into L&D to get the heartbeat checked, suddenly our little one must have woken up or something because he started squirming all over the place.

My nerves were shot by then though.  I could not get back to sleep.  I went to bed around midnight last night, and I’d been up twice already before the 5:00 waking.  I’m a zombie today.

But baby has been moving quite a bit, so all is good.

I’ve never had one before, but I ordered one tonight because it seemed wrong to have just coke or water when out with people who were drinking interesting things.  I needed something pretty at least.  Alas, I was not really impressed.  What other non-drinks that look like drinks are there, just in case this situation comes along again?

And does anyone else find $2.75 to be a bit excessive for a drink with no alcohol?

is that I’ve never heard of anyone finding chunks of metal in it.

Ick.  And scary.

Yoga Girl.

I’m scared now.

To quote someone else’s comment from the site I found this linked from: “A human being should never ever be flexible enough to rest her ass on the top of her head.  Never.”

Hee.

This morning we found the contents of our glove compartment strewn about the car floor. Someone had also wandered back and opened the gate to look in our backyard.

Lately I’ve been bad about checking that all four car doors are locked, and now I’m wondering if that is all that has saved us from a broken window, though he/she/it might have given up and wandered away rather than risk the noise had the car been properly locked.

As it was, we had nothing of value in the car (besides Munchkin’s car seat which cost a fortune but would be a strange thing for a casual thief to take). All that was stolen was the dollar coin that we keep in the car for shopping cart deposits.

But it is not a good feeling knowing that someone with ill intentions was prowling around so close to where we lay sleeping. Not a good feeling at all.

Sudden realization…

As of last Monday, I am now thirty seven weeks.  That means that while the average pregnancy is forty weeks, I am now officially at full term (37 weeks to 42 is full term).

Eek!  I am still so not ready.

M. has been bugging me to pack my hospital bag, and I suppose I should get on that.  We still don’t have Munchkin’s new room ready for her, though we’ve moved most of our office stuff downstairs and we bought paint yesterday.  We also haven’t found a new dresser yet, so I can’t put away any of the baby’s clothes.  I also need to do a lot of cleaning before my mother-in-law gets here (she’s watching Morgan).  And we need to re-install the shower in the bathroom downstairs and put in the new flooring.

But I do now have a backup for childcare if the baby comes before MIL gets here, so that’s of the good.  And it wouldn’t take long to toss a few things in the bag.  And while it would be nice to have all the baby’s clothes washed and put away, it doesn’t matter that the crib and the rest of the furniture arne’t set up yet since the baby will be cosleeping anyway (the crib makes a great change table though).

So  we are not in a horrible place of un-preparedness.

But Oh MY GOD, I am so not ready.

Oh my goodness!  Why didn’t someone tell me my layout was messed up in Internet Explorer?  I just opened my site in it to check how something looked when I wasn’t logged in and UGH.

*sigh*  I really don’t feel like fixing it right this minute.  At least it is still readable.  I’ll get to it eventually.

The cleanest part of my body is probably my left shoulder. I was just thinking about it in the shower a few minutes ago - my second shower of the day since exhaustion inevitably makes me long for a shower rather than my bed - about how I always wash my hair first and then my face and then when it’s time to wash my body, I start with the left shoulder. So the left shoulder gets the freshest washcloth and the freshest soap and probably a more thorough scrubbing.

This seems a bit profound to me for some reason. And that seems disturbing because things like that are only supposed to sound profound when one is high and drunk and I most definitely am not and haven’t been around anything of that sort.

M is now twenty-six minutes late coming home from playing hockey. I didn’t even want him to go tonight.

And I am so very tired.

You know, last night I remembered a bottle of Baily’s Irish Cream in the back of my fridge, and suddenly I started having massive cravings for it. This is especially annoying considering how infrequently I drink and how little I care for alcohol, yet pretty much this entire pregnancy (well, since the morning sickness lessened) I keep finding myself wanting a drink of some sort.

Of course I didn’t have one. But perhaps my subconscious is trying to make up for that by giving me the experience, because I feel terribly hungover this morning.

Eh, I know it’s just because I didn’t drink enough water yesterday and I was up about a zillion times in the night.

But ow. Make it go away. I have stuff to do today.

It’s happened. The first of the babies from my March due dates forum has arrived. She was induced early due to low amniotic fluid and other problems, and will have to stay in the NICU for at least a week, but she should be okay.

I’m in shock because the due date was only a little different from mine - a few days later, actually - and she is here now. I’m so not ready!

But I’m at thirty-six weeks as of now. If he were to be born next Monday, it would be thirty-seven weeks and he would technically be considered full term.

Eep.

Things to do:
- Most important: figure out the darn childcare situation! Currently my MIL is coming up to stay with us for a while around the due date to watch Munchkin when the time comes, but if this baby comes really early, we are in trouble because we don’t have a backup plan.
- Double check that the infant carseat hasn’t been recalled.
- Cook and freeze lots of food.
- Pick out a “coming home” outfit for baby.
- Pack hospital bag.
- Buy a dresser/chest of drawers so that we can organize and put baby clothes away instead of having them sit in plastic bags and boxes.
- Wash baby clothes.
- Replace a few worn out size small diaper covers.
- Set up co-sleeper.
- Get everything really, really clean before I start totally slacking (not that I don’t normally) in the housework department. Not to mention before my MIL arrives or the doulas see my bedroom (ick)…
- Sewing projects galore.

We also had planned to clean out our office and move the stuff downstairs and get the room ready for Munchkin to move into so she can have the bigger bedroom, but while we still plan on working on it, unless we actually get it done this weekend we probably won’t move her for quite a while. I don’t want to feel like she’s getting kicked out of her room by the new baby, and I’d like to her to have some time to adjust to her new room before having an even bigger change.

I suppose it doesn’t really matter if I get the sewing projects done or not, though if I don’t it will be a long time until I finish them. I’m making some small pocket diapers for the new baby and a new sling (possibly two just because the one I’m starting now is stretchy and I’m not sure how well it will work so I might make another non-stretchy one just in case. I still like my old sling, but it was a little too narrow, and these will be prettier!). There is also another style of baby carrier I am thinking of making, but I’ll post more on that when I actually work on it, if I get around to it.

But it seemed like I had so much time left still. Where did it all go? Can I have a bit of it back, pretty please?

Just got back a little bit ago from my 35 week check. They did not warn me that I would be getting the GBS swab done at this one. Fortunately I had had a shower just before going, but I had not shaved my legs and felt all gross. Grrr.

Oh well. Everything was fine, and I’m a tiny bit dilated already. They gave me the paperwork with my medical/pregnancy info to take to the hospital when it is time to go (so soon! where did the time go?) and I go in every week now.

Arrgh! I kept putting off phoning to register for a hospital tour (we’re using a different one than last time since we’ve moved across town), and now they are all booked for February. I missed my chance.

Where did the time go?

I’m asking around and people who have delivered there are telling me all about the hospital policies and setup, and it sounds good for the most part. Still it would have been nice to see it.