Happy Birthday Mommy!

Well, Baby L has joined us. And, as I should have guessed from the pregnancy, she wouldn't make it easy! Very early Wednesday morning my contractions began. They weren't hard and were not close enough to go to the hospital, however they were unnerving enough for me not to get to sleep until about 4 in the morning because I was timing them all! Then I figured if I could sleep through them, it wasn't that bad, and besides, I was going in for my NST at 8 that morning, I'd just let them know then.

So, I'm at the hospital, hooked up to the monitor, and Baby L is just fine, but I'm having contractions about 7 minutes apart. The nurse sent me down to have my weekly ultrasound, and Baby L is just great, but I'm having contractions on the ultrasound table. (Do we see a pattern here!?!) When I get back upstairs to the NST area, the nurse checked me out, and sure enough, I had started to dialate (whoo hoo!) and she called the Dr. on call. He turned out to be a real nice guy, and we talked and basically his reasoning was that I was scheduled for a C section on Friday anyway, I had started labor and had dialated, no reason to send me home to be miserable for two days, lets do it! Great! Finally!

So I called hubby (last time I brought him with me, we got sent home), we got Little Guy to the sitter, called Mom and within an hour I was prepped for surgery. (I won't go into all the gory details here!) And at 11:03, Mommy got her 30th birthday present, Baby L.

I'm Done

I am so ready to be done with this pregnancy. I thought I had a rough time with Little Guy, but he was a piece of cake compared to what Baby L is putting me through. First the morning sickness, which you could set your watch to, the continued nausea that lasted until Thanksgiving, then being diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes. It has not been a poster child pregnancy.

Lately, there hasn't been much room in my abdomen for much of anything, and I think that Baby L is feeling crowded. She doesn't like it when I lay down on my side, I can't sleep on my stomach anymore, standing is making my legs weak and if I don't sit in just a manner, she lets me know. I am so ready to have this baby.

Yesterday I went in for my biweekly non stress test and ultrasound. I let the NST nurse know about the pain I've been in, and the fact that the night prior I had a real bad back ache and thought I might be having some mild contractions. Well, turned out my doctor was on call yesterday, and she came to take a look at me to see if we could get things moving along. No such luck - no dialation. Go home, rest and get off your feet. Great. But, I have my regular appointment with her tomorrow and if I've started to dialate, we can get this show on the road. I could care less about keeping the quadrafecta intact, I just want to sleep on my tummy again!

The Albatross is Off Our Neck

Finally!!!! We sold the truck this weekend. We've only been trying to sell this thing since August when we found out that I was pregnant and bought the car for more room and better fuel efficiency. Then I got in the accident with it. Now, we have paid off the loan, cancelled the truck insurance and maybe I can start getting my hair done again!

Homebound

I took the advice of a friend of mine, and I am now home for two weeks before Baby L joins us. While it was hectic getting my classroom together and ready for a sub to take over for the rest of the year, so far it's been worth it. I've been able to not stress about things, kick back and just get some rest and relaxation in. Not to mention some time with hubby and Little Guy. I think I'll look back on this and thank God that I took the time after all.

While I'm lounging about (*snort*) we are getting the baby's room finished. She is due to join us in just over a week, and I'm starting to get somewhat nesting. I never had that with Little Guy, partly, I think, because I worked literally up til my water broke, and we were in an apartment that was packed and ready to move. (That is a story for another time!) There was nothing to clean! I had to clear off boxes from the dining room table to find a place to change Little Guy once we got home. But now I have this house, and I'm starting to look around and there is a lot to do. Or maybe it just looks like a lot...