Pictures...

Monkeys!

And a not-so-flattering picture of me at 39 weeks.

39 Weeks...kind of...

So I'm 39 weeks along! Yay! I had my weekly doctor's appointment this morning and am 70% effaced and 3cm dilated. The doctor is very pleased with my progress...as am I. This just means that my body is doing what it needs to do. I went from not being effaced and barely 2cm last week to this week. My fears of inducement are diminishing...slowly. SO, we are plugging right along.
Aaaannnndddd, yes it took me an extra day to get this blog out. :) I'm officially 39 weeks TODAY. Feeling kind of tired and I think I may be getting sick. Bbbbbooooo. I've packed my bag and the baby's bag (finally). I have to pack my office at work because they are moving us. Considering it took me a month to get myself packed, I'm dragging my feet on my office packing. Probably shouldn't, but I am. I've had a little bit of pain this morning but not consistent and really not that bad. We shall see if I make it through this day. :)

The home stretch...

So I've finally gotten to the point where I'm noticeably swollen...at least in my feet...or FOOT rather. It's the same foot that I'm having arch issues with. Go figure. At least I can wear flip flops to work! :) Actually I don't know if I can, I just do. I'm pretty much 2cm dilated and am just floating through this. We keep talking about inducing. I am trying to avoid being induced. I hear it's more painful and I'm avoiding an epidural. The whole tube in my spine thing...not so much. But apparently I'm looking like I'm going to pop. Everyone keeps saying so. I had a doctor's appointment Monday morning and I got a text asking if I was at the hospital having a baby. And when I got to work, I got the "I thought you were having a baby..." It's starting to get old hearing the same things..."When are you going to have that baby...", " You're still prego???", etc...Fun times. I have an appointment Monday morning again and we'll see if I've progressed any. It'd be nice to be further dilated...even effaced so I know that my body is preparing. I haven't had any contractions, at least none that are noticeable. 

We FINALLY got the crib in. The baby's room is almost done. Missing one shelf and the decals. Yay! Once I get the linens on the crib, I'll post a picture of it! Until then, these pictures will have to do... :)

Merry Christmas and stuff!!

First off, I'd like to wish everyone a very happy new year and I hope that everyone had a great Christmas. It was relatively quiet in the Nichols household...actually it was VERY quiet. We had biscuits and gravy, opened presents, and I can't remember what else we did but it was very relaxing. I am currently taking down all the decorations and trying to finish cleaning the guest room. :s 

I am 37 weeks along and am getting anxious to meet the little person inside of me. He is always moving and causing me to have heart burn/indigestion but only at night so I can't really complain. The baby's room has yet to be finished but I have washed all the baby clothing. 

Maya graduated from Intermediate Education class...yay! Which basically means that she listens to us. :) Haha, she can do lots of things...sit stay, lay stay, stand stay, heeling, waiting at the door, etc. It's been really fun taking her to these classes. It lets her interact with other dogs and people. She has learned to not jump on people (for the most part) and that she has to sit if she wants loving! Her next class is the advanced education class. It should be fun. 

36 weeks

Had my lovely weekly appointment today. I got checked and then tested for StreptB. I am 1.5 cm dialated. I got all excited about it til I found out that was normal and I could be at 1.5 cm for awhile...thrilling. So we'll see. I haven't been feeling any contractions or Braxton Hicks yet. The doctor says that the baby is of average weight...6 or 7 lbs...yay! No 10lb-er here, that excites me. For the past couple of days he's been up in my ribs having a field day. Other than all that, things are just plain, flat-out normal. I'm still awaiting that "nesting" phase. Perhaps during the Christmas break. Needless to say, I'm really excited to be getting closer to meeting the little man that keeps kicking the snot out of me!! I'm anxious to see who/what he looks like (even though he will change a gazillion times in the first couple of months). Still curious. Pictures of me and the weird cat, Raisin.

Happy Thanksgiving!

First off, Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. I hope everyone had a fun and relaxing holiday. Next is Christmas! Yay! I hit the 32 week mark this week...yay! Crazy really. I'm anxious and nervous...every feeling you can think of. There really isn't much happening with this pregnancy and I'm grateful for such an easy pregnancy. Although, I can say that I can't wait to get back into my regular clothing. I think my biggest complaint at this point is if I sleep too long, I get sore. Haha! Not so bad. I am anxious to meet the little guy...assuming the u/s technician is right! The picture taken of the belly is more like 32.5 weeks...32 weeks and 4 days. Fun times!

And here's a picture of our cute cat. She doesn't like the camera flash. Here's a quick little story about RYAN'S cat...so I think we've decided that she eats too much (she is getting fat). In an effort to control and minimize that amount of food she WAS eating, I was only going to feed her once a day. Ryan and I had sat down to dinner. I noticed she was scrounging in the bag that contains Maya's (our dog) treats. These are the treats that we use to train the dog. She grabs the bag of the mix of treats. THIS is not a small bag of treats. It's a sandwich bag half full of treats. She starts running off with them. I jump in front of her thinking that I'll just grab the cat but she drops the bag and runs off. So now I'm half worried that she'll think if she tries to steal the treat bag...I'll feed her. She ate half her bowl and now she's passed out on my lap. Such a tough life being a cat. 

28 weeks and slacking...

So I'm at that 7 month mark...just passed it. The only thing I can really complain is my bra size (I fear if I grow one more cup size, I might have to find a whole 'nother website to buy bras from)...oh, and it's starting to get harder to WALK. For pete's sake, I climb 3 stairs and I feel like I've run a marathon. I haven't learned to slow down so when I go see a person at work, I'm out of breath when I get there. "Are you okay?" I always get that. Me..."Yes, just pregnant..." It's nice to know all my vital organs are jammed up in my rib cage.  I'm thankful though, that it's getting cooler. Well, I guess I can jump straight to it's finally nice and cold during the day. Feels good. It's 36 degrees, I'm in capris, flip flops, and a t-shirt. People actually ask me if I'm cold. Would I wear that if I were cold? Does everyone forget I'm a walking incubator?

Doctor's appointments...I don't think I've seen a doctor (or been in a hospital) so much as I have in the last 7 months and it increases to twice a month now. Ooooohhh, goody. I get to pee in a cup semi-monthly. The only thing that excites me about this is me getting into work by 10am (also means I get to sleep in a bit).

Baby moves like crazy, ESPECIALLY at 3am. Nice little wake up call I could use about 3 hours later.

This last doctor's appointment was slightly traumatic. I had to do that glucose test. And all you know that I'm hypoglycemic. You take my breakfast away from me I'll be puking in no time. So I downed that sad excuse for an orange drink at 7:15 am (before we left for the appointment) as instructed. Get to the office, they call me back, the nurse weighs me. I SEE I have gained 11lbs. That's all fine and dandy. She takes my blood pressure, Ryan asks me how much I weigh, I look at the chart and apparently she has me down for gaining 20lbs. You're kidding. 20lbs in a month. Panic sets in. We get to my little room and she forgot to do the blood test! Well, darn, she has to run out and get her stuff. Meanwhile, Ryan and I discuss the fact that my weight gain must clearly be a mistake. We must ask for a re-weigh...we need a do-over! She returns, pokes my finger, applies pressure for what seems like ages. Scurries off, returns with the results telling me I will have to return to do the 3 hour fasting/glucose test. I'm sorry, are you saying there's a chance I'm diabetic??? Not only has this nurse added 10lbs to my weight gain but she wants me to starve myself and shove containers of orange sugar drink down my throat. I realize I'm getting hot and sweaty. I start looking for a place to puke. Run to the bathroom, proceed to dry heave for about 5 minutes (in the midst of crying) before composing myself and returning to my room where I grab a granola bar from purse and gobble the stupid thing down so I won't have to hang over a toilet any longer. My DOCTOR comes into our room to inform us of GREAT news. I had passed the dumb glucose test. I was borderline so she considered it passing (yay!!!) plus she didn't think I'd make it through the fasting of the 3 hour glucose test (someone with common sense!).  Then she brings up the weight gain...Ryan and I tell her our version of the story, she requests a do-over and all is right with the world once again. (HOW do you mis-weigh someone? The last person you'd want to weigh incorrectly is a pregnant person. I have a complex AS IT IS. I don't need someone messing with my head about my body weight. Arrrggghhhh.)