I keep chanting to myself, "three weeks to go; three weeks to go." Because of the gestational diabetes and being insulin dependent, they are going to induce me a week early. I'm okay with that...okay with a scheduled time to go the hospital. The waiting game doesn't appeal to me much, especially if I would go over my due date!
Any way. As most pregnant woman at this stage, I am ready to be done. Ready to hold her in my arms, although I know I will miss feeling her move in my belly. I am just SO not comfortable. Achy, sore, ick.
Then, there is the heartburn. SERIOUSLY. There have been many a night that I just slept in the recliner downstairs. Well, one night last week, I woke up with it yet again. Mike asked if I was going to go sleep in the recliner and I told him no, because it was too smelly downstairs. (We--and by we I mean my husband and his dad and my parents and everyone but me--are putting in French doors in the living room area and the stain was very smelly). I preferred to stay in the closed off bedroom with the fan running and windows open.
So, I quick got up to go the the bathroom, like I do five other times a night and I hear "ka-bump, ka-bump, ka-bump..." MY HUSBAND BROUGHT THE RECLINER INTO OUR ROOM. How sweet is that???!!! That is just a taste of the things he does for me. He has been the kindest most patient man. I have been the one that has lost patience with the preggo lady.
|I didn't even make the bed for you...gettin' real here people. Oh...and pay no attention to the unfolded laundry in the back...that rarely happens *totally lying.*|