Yep, I called/cried ..you name it wolf….

So after a few days of feeling like things were coming soon, having all the impending labor signs - .Monday the contractions got to a point where I was timing them.

They lasted 2 hours easily 5 mins. apart but weren’t necessarily the most painful. Around 8:30 I figured they were easing up so I took my unisom and headed to bed. At 11:15 I woke up to major contractions & pain so went to the bathroom and then tried to sleep them back off thinking they couldn’t be strong enough at first. Well they got worse and I gave in, woke up DH and called L&D. They told me to come on in and get hooked up to see if we were in active labor.

When I got there I was consistently having them every 5 minutes and increasing in pain, checked me and I was at 3cm but close to 4cm (I was at 2cm @ 36 weeks/2 weeks ago). She told me to walk around a bit and they’d check me in 2 hours. Well after an hour and 1/2 of walking the halls, stopping when the contractions came because they were definitely noticeable and hurting..I gave up walking and just wanted to lay down a bit. I got hooked back up on the monitor and yep they were 3-4 mins. apart increasing in pain. She checked me again @ 2:30 and NO PROGRESS WTF!!!

She called my midwife back and I was given 3 options 1) go home with a mild pain killer to try and sleep but come back if it got worse. 2) walk/lay in L&D for another 2 hours to see if things got stronger 3) get morphine to let me do “tranquil therapy” basically, see if my body could rest and maybe it’d kick into full blown labor. Well, considering how quick my active labor was with my 1st DS, we decided I’d stay at the hospital and try the morphine then she’d check me at 7:30 to see where we were.

7:30 rolls around and no progress…I’m frustrated, tired and sore from all the internals. (I have a very hard to reach uterus so every one was painful!) I get sent home to rest and it’s a waiting game. If I was 1 week further they could’ve broke my water or started pitocin but nope….I’m just under the bubble. (today I hit 38 weeks and would be in the clear most likely for them to “augment’/break my water/start pitocin if it happens again)

I’m so done and ready for this all to be over. I went back to work on Wed., continuing to work this week away and have been just doing the good ol’ waiting game. I get a feeling things are happening then bam…it all stops again.

This baby is seriously testing my patience before he comes into the world and boy is he a stubborn one already…or maybe it’s just my body being a pain in the arse!

The thing is - my contractions were more painful this time and looking great on the monitors/timing close together but my body just wasn’t progressing yet. I had stronger contractions then I remember from being induced with my 1st so I thought for sure we were good to go…boy did I feel like the pregnant woman calling wolf!

So, we have a new car, a 2008 Buick Enclave that was picked up last Wed. I’m in love and it’s the perfect non-minivan family car for us!
(pic thumbnailed below so you can click on it to see more pics of it)

While doing the deal with the sales guy and setting up the turn in for our Mazda 6 we mentioned how we had some damage done to the car that needed fixed before turn in and how we wanted to get it cleaned/detailed etc. He said it shouldn’t be a problem to get taken care of and that they wanted to make things as easy on us as possible. Well, when Patrick took the Mazda in, they looked at the damage done to the car. (I’ll explain the damage in a second) and said that it would need to be something his body shop guys would look at and we may have to pay some for it because it was more then he expected. We got the call yesterday with the estimate - $1200!!!!!!!

Basically, a dog chewed up my car. He chewed up the paneling around all 4 sets of wheels, around my exhaust pipes on the back and around the front bumper. Now, can you believe a little dog did $1200 worth of damage to my car? Here’s the funny part - I got backed into by a pickup truck at a stop sign (about 6 months ago, this guy pulled too far out into the intersection and then decided to throw his truck in reverse and smashed into me). The damage done by this truck backing into me was about $100. A dog can do $1200 worth of damage but a truck can do $100. It baffles me and upsets me.

So here I am yesterday upset because we have all this stuff to buy for baby to come. (Breast pump $230, Sling so I can hands free nurse while having kiddo run around me $90, new bras, stuff for after the baby is born for recovering and really the list could go on a bit. I have an Excel Spreadsheet with everything itemized, expenses listed and totaled. I’ve been marking off things as we’ve slowly got them.) I’m 33 weeks along now and we are hoping I’ll keep him cooking until 37-38, if not longer! I went on bedrest with Braysen last time and In the back of my head I’m hoping it doesn’t happen again but 3 weeks from now is about the timing of when that happened the 1st time. I DO NOT want to send Patrick off shopping for things like oh nursing bras and random other embarrassing items. These are things that I need to go out and get by myself but they are not quick close shops, they involve driving 45 minutes into actual shopping areas. I’m getting to the point where spending hours in the car and shopping just makes me feel miserable so I don’t really want to keep putting things off. I called up my parents upset just needing to cry and let things out. I don’t cry very often to them, I don’t cry very often period but damn these pregnancy hormones!

I’m stressed about the “list” of things I have to do. Our nursery is basically painted but has nothing done in it. I really was looking forward to doing an actual nursery this time before he arrives because last pregnancy I didn’t get to do the nursery until Braysen was nearly 6 months old due to the move up here and our transition to the new house. I feel like I missed out on that part of the pregnancy fun. This time I can’t even dive in and go buy the fun stuff for his nursery that I had envisioned. I’m stressed about the $$ we have going out. I’m trying to not stress because that will only increase the chances of the whole bed rest/blood pressure scenarios but it’s not easy.

On top, I’m trying to start planning a 2nd birthday party (small get together) for Braysen who’s bday is on Easter but I’m looking to have it the weekend after since Easter weekend is going to be pretty busy. Our neighborhood has an Easter Egg hunt going house to house on that Sat. which was the day I thought of having a party.

Then in April, Patrick turns the big 30 - which I want to make sure he has a good celebration of sorts, even if he doesn’t want me to do anything big for him. I’ve got that in the works (can’t say more about it!)

*tries to relax*

I had my midwife appt. last week and had the pleasure of drinking that nasty orange crap for the glucose test. Went through all the usual stuff and baby is head down, was hiccupping away while listening to the heartbeat, measuring right on target and my blood pressure is staying in check so far. I passed the glucose test but found out I’m anemic. I keep saying, “if it isn’t one thing, it’s another.” So, last night Patrick cooked steaks and I’m trying to find ways to fit more Iron into my diet so my next blood draw looks better. I’m not a big meat eater while pregnant so I’m not too surprised but I do still eat a ton of veggies and other sources.

The whole 29 and some weeks thing right now has me on freak out mode, knowing that I’m probably only at most 9-10 weeks away from delivery. (Pretty sure that I’ll deliver early again). I can’t help but feel like we have so much to do and buy even before this baby comes into the world. We can’t even come up with a for sure name…think we have our 1st but no middle.
Cut for length~ rest is about my cleaning / nesting and anxiety issues!
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Those are the sounds of my horn as the guy in front of me puts his car in reverse and guns himself into me. I’m sitting there behind this truck, waiting for him to get across the highway when I see this lady zipping along the highway and the truck starts to cross then she last minute decided to turn, no turn signal. The guy almost hits her, stops his car mid-highway and then throws his car in reverse, doesn’t look in his rearview mirror, oblivious to the fact that I’m sitting behind him, and slams his car into me. He immediately got out to see if I was ok and started apologizing. He was ticked at the lady and upset that he just hit me. I was upset to say the least but calm, despite shaking a bit. My car doesn’t look bad off, it seems the license plate holder took the worst of the damage with some minor damage to my front end, grill and lower part of my car. We exchanged all our info and he seemed to be a very nice guy, despite everything. (originally, I had called in to the police to make sure we didn’t need them to come out). My car is a lease and we have 1 year left before we get me the new mom-mobile so I really do not want any damage done because otherwise we owe money at the end of lease. (we have done great on miles so I won’t be owing on that at least) At least this guys insurance will have to pay for the repairs but still, it stinks! I was just relieved that it was a minor thing and Braysen wasn’t in the car with me.

This all happened after a long morning at work. My boss is on vacation both Thurs. and Friday of this week so I have come in at 8am both days, no biggy! On Tuesday & Thursday’s I have Yoga (surprisingly, this is even for college credit) so typically I leave at Noon to head over for that. Yesterday, I was supposed to have my work-study student in at noon but as noon approached, no student. 12:15 rolls around, no student! I was ticked. We did have another person coming in at 1:00 that is helping out for the summer so I wasn’t worried I’d be stuck here all day but I was ticked at this chic. She has been so unreliable; actually that’s an understatement.

Lots of things are going on as usual but I’ll spare the ramblings until another posting

This is basically the email I sent to Patrick venting and apologizing for being grumpy…..this explains my mood to a “T” atm.

Sorry I’m such a grump.
I left the house and it’s a complete total mess- dishes all over the counters/sink
and trash all over. Toys everywhere and things just a mess.
Had to fight with the dogs / chase them all
over this morning, had Braysen wake up to Pinot this morning. I got a
coffee and the people didn’t put the lid on well so I spilled that on
myself a bit. This is after trying to find something to wear knowing I
would have to wear my most “summer” type of clothes the rest of the
week..which I don’t have much to wear. I’m grumpy .I just want some new
shirts and I want my house clean. I don’t want to have to go out to
dinner or even cook dinner tonight or even clean for family to come
over.

We have to finish getting the house taped and ready for Wed.
Katie said we should just call up and have them reschedule but then they
have less time to fix their crap before the year is up (although I think
they have to fix everything regardless whether the year is up - based
upon what you find on the appt.) It’s hard enough getting them to call
back / schedule appts. Let alone reschedule.

I don’t want company tonight, I don’t want to clean tonight
and honestly I’m dreading having to go out to dinner or host dinner…
because either way we have to clean the house / cook or we have to entertain
kiddo at the worst place to eat at. Everytime we go to *name omited*
I don’t get to eat. I have to get my stuff boxed to eat at home…
which is NOT enjoyable. Kiddo eats like crap too because I bring
every sweet / non-healthy item with us that he’s
interested in just to keep him occupied long enough for the dinners to
come out. I can only imagine how long it’ll take for dinner to get to
us tonight with another person there.

I’m sorry to unload….this day just sucks arse so far and the afternoon
looks just as bad. I want to go home and take kiddo to the pool..not
worry about cleaning / dishes / toys / walk-thru appts. / family coming over to
get their dog / or having to find food to pack up for dinner out.