My Week(194) in iPhone Photos

July 20th, 2014

I hate everything.

I’m still pregnant. I haven’t managed to shake the baby even the littlest bit loose since before my due date, so we’re waiting it out a bit longer. The good news is E’s departure date keeps getting pushed back so he’s not going to miss the birth – he still might have to do a mad dash to the hospital to get there but he shouldn’t be At Sea.

The other good news is my house has never been so clean and well organized, since my poor mother has been trying to keep busy instead of just sitting on the couch staring, waiting for me to pop.

Sunday:

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Mommy I’m a walrus! A turkey walrus!

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Obsessed with the new bathmat

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The kids are enjoying the clean, newly made-over bathroom too

Monday:

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I want to buy everything too, buddy

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Princess Grumpypants

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Well, that explains the grumpy pants

Tuesday:

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Ikea is fun for everyone

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Making herself at home (more Ikea)

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Bedtime stories

Wednesday:

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Bounce house center smiles

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I’M MAKING POOR CHOICES smiles

Thursday:

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Finishing up errands I NEVER thought I would get done before the baby came

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OK MY TOES LOOK NICE I CAN GIVE BIRTH

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Evening aquarium visit

Friday:

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3.5 hours in L&D for tests, NO BABY

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To the pond for some fish-catching (we caught no fish)

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I enjoy sunsets and long walks on the curb trying to get the baby to FALL OUT

Saturday:

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Infant seats are useful, even without an infant

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Trapped in my seat by bins of baby clothes that are ALL ORGANIZED now

We actually did even more stuff not pictured. As much as I want to just crawl into bed and sulk until I have a baby, doing stuff is better for me and the kids and my very patient mother. Although I’m starting to lose any semblance of motivation and the bed-crawling thing is looking better and better.

Since I’m NOT having a baby I’ve been editing photos and might actually have some non-iPhone posts up. UNLESS I AM IN LABOR RIGHT NOW IS THAT A CONTRACTION? (No.)

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Waiting, Impatiently

July 15th, 2014

It is 8:32 pm on July 14th. I am 39 weeks and 5 days pregnant, which is 5 days more pregnant than I ever was with Caroline and 5 days less pregnant than I ever was with Evan. That’s a nice balance. Good symmetry. Seems like the perfect time to have a baby.

Unfortunately, my baby does not seem to agree.

I’m not technically overdue yet (TOMORROW), so I know the complaining about STILL being pregnant is annoying. Plenty of people have been much, much more pregnant and I could end up being one of them. (I REALLY REALLY HOPE NOT.) But unfortunately I let myself think “Oh, I am totally having this baby early!”

It’s not entirely my fault. My doctors all said I was in danger of early labor because of my high fluid levels. I’ve had tons more Braxton-Hicks contractions than with any other baby. This baby has been measuring big for two months and I basically LIVE at the hospital between non-stress tests and scans and regular appointments. My children can literally walk into the ER entrance and get themselves to the maternity ward.

But I should not have gotten my hopes up. People warned me. I just did not listen.

WHY DIDN’T I LISTEN????

 

I swear if it was ONLY my comfort (or uncomfort) level that I was worried about, I wouldn’t mind waiting a little longer to meet my baby. I never went through this end part with Caroline (I was induced unexpectedly after super surprise pre-eclampsia) so I would probably still be anxious, but I would be OK.

Unfortunately, due to E’s work schedule, I’m on a deadline. If I go a week overdue, he won’t be here for the birth. The moment where we finally find out together if baby #3 is a boy or a girl just…won’t happen. I’ll have to send an email he probably won’t get or a Red Cross message that at least 3 other people will read before him or just wait until he’s home again. He won’t be here to hold my hand or cut the cord or change a single diaper. I won’t be able to scream “WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?!?!” as I push out a gigantic baby.

I don’t want this to sound TOO dramatic – he’s not going to be gone for months or years. His current work schedule is crazy and unpredictable but it’s not a deployment. He might be on a submarine under the ocean but he won’t be At Sea for more than a couple weeks at a time. The baby certainly won’t remember that he missed the birth but I know E will be so, so sad about it I won’t even be able to give him a hard time for “abandoning me”. I’m still not exactly EXCITED about it.

It would sort of suck to be in the room with just my nurses and the doctor. My mom – who’s here to watch the kids, in theory – has said she’ll fill in and I have friends who would take the kids if I really needed them to, but I’m not thrilled with that idea either. Mom watching the kids makes me being in the hospital much more relaxing. I don’t have to worry about whether or not they’re being terrors, she has to deal with it and love them because they’re her grandkids. Leaving them with someone else would mean lots of worrying instead of soaking up brand-new baby time.

We knew this was a possibility. As much as we tried to plan this baby around the Navy’s schedule, the testing that E’s doing now was supposed to be done in December. The command actually said “Plan your vacations for July and August, since that’s when we’ll be around”. Every time it got pushed back I thought “Ugh, this could be inconvenient” but until literally THIS WEEK I refused to consider E really truly not being here. Right now things are just slightly difficult – he’s not reachable by phone anymore so I have to call some office and they have to get a guy to run down to the pier and find him and then he has to get someone to cover for him and drive back up here to the hospital. But his boat is still tied to the dock, which is good!

I have a non-stress test in the morning (9 am, so possibly as you are reading this) followed by a regular appointment where I’m going to strongly suggest I am interested in them getting the baby the hell out ASAP. I feel like I’m breaking a bunch of birthing rules by even considering an elective induction. Admitting that on any of the pregnancy message boards will get you called a zillion things, none of which sound like “good mother”. But this isn’t my first time around the baby block and I did have a good experience with my last induction. Plus I have tried every single other possible thing to make labor happen on it’s own*** and nothing is working.

Why couldn’t this baby just COOPERATE, YOU GUYS?

Please send me lots of outside baby thoughts and keep your fingers crossed I’m so close tomorrow the doctor says I’m basically IN labor already and that my husband’s boat stays just broken enough that they stay in port and he’s right there with me when we find out if our Team Green baby is a boy or a girl. And so I can yell “WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?!” as I push out what is probably a truly enormous baby.

I’m scheduling this to post at 7 am on Tuesday. Let’s hope that right now I’m already in the hospital having my baby and posting boring Instagrams of my IV all over social media (soon to be followed by adorable baby pics!)


*** The only things I haven’t tried are castor oil and black/blue cohosh. I’m not sure I can handle the side effects of castor oil and even Googling cohosh makes the internet freak the hell out about safety. But if my OB says “Sorry, one more week before we’ll talk about induction” I see a castor oil lemonade in my future.

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My Week(193) in iPhone Photos

July 13th, 2014

Since I currently can’t see my own feet, I took a lot of pictures of other people’s feet. And food.

Still pregnant.

Sunday:

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Toys on the porch are more fun than toys in the house

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Cuddles. Very grainy cuddles.

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NOBODY MOVE, THEY’RE QUIET AND HAPPY.

Monday:

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Swim lessons are the best day of the week

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The royal family

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Hey look, there are my feet!

Tuesday:

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Outside is much more interesting than another non-stress test.

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Dog feets

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FACE SAYS HELLO

Wednesday:

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Om nom nom nom watermelon

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Om nom nom nom frozen yogurt

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Eggplant parm made by a princess

Thursday:

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TRAPPED IN A GLASS BOX OF EMOTION

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You’re so vain, you’ll sit on the floor of the grocery store to look at yourself in a mirror

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Mormor is an excellent bedtime reader

Friday:

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SAND. SAND EVERYWHERE.

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Fish

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Mermaid

Saturday:

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Oh no, where did Caroline go?

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Frozen watermelon = even better than regular watermelon

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Daddy feet! We haven’t seen those in a while.

Next doctor’s appointment is Tuesday. I’m going to sit on the table pantsless and refuse to leave until they get this baby out – or at least until they have a REAL PLAN to get it out in the very near future.

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Don’t Forget

July 9th, 2014

Evan is 5 years and 3 months old.

He refuses to let me cut his hair, even though it is getting long and shaggy and gets stuck in his goggles when he tries to swim. Swimming is the only sport or activity he wants to be signed up for, although he said in the fall he’d like to try football.

Evan loves cereal more than any other food. He would rather eat cereal than ice cream or candy or soda or anything else. Sometimes it’s understandable (who doesn’t love Lucky Charms?) but sometimes it’s something really random, like Honey Bunches of Oats. This week it was Cinnamon Toast Crunch, which he had never actually eaten before but INSISTED I buy at the grocery store. He ate 4 bowls between noon and bedtime.

He is a really good helper and will try to do anything you ask, even if he’s not physically capable of doing it. But he is willing to TRY and then ask for help if he needs it. It’s such an amazing grown up skill that even a lot of real grown ups struggle with.

If you ask him to describe himself, he’ll say he’s a ginger and he’s brave.

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Caroline is 3 years and 7 months old.

She thinks all “3″s and “C”s belong to her personally, so when she sees them on signs or in stores she wants to take them home.

All of her toys have basically the same name. Her toy horse is called Horse. Her zebra is named Zebra-Zeeb. A stuffed duck is named Ducky Duck Duck. The only exceptions are her two baby dolls, who are named Baby Memba and Baby Jesus. Obviously.

Caroline calls herself a “curly girl” because people are always commenting on her beautiful hair. Then she finger-twirls her curls because she’s in an invisible contest for the cutest child ever.

Today she told me that “duplicate” is when there is more than one of you, like when you look in the mirror.

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Both children have no fear or strangers or people. They will ask to be friends with anyone and get sad when their “new friends” (aka the girl they met in the waiting room, the bagger at the grocery store, a random guy who held the door at the mall) leave.

They ate 3/4 of a watermelon today. A real full size watermelon.

They are best friends. They often try to kill each other. I hope nothing changes.

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My Week(192) in iPhone Photos

July 6th, 2014

This week is simply called: Still Pregnant.

Sunday:

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Who can possibly feel that depressed in the shoe aisle at Target?

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She’s a fish

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At least it makes a good shelf for dessert?

Monday:

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More fish-like behavior

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Fort time

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Naps

Tuesday:

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I woke up and was STILL PREGNANT

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The princess accompanied me to my growth ultrasound

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Summer means letting them stay up until they ask to go to bed

Wednesday:

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When it is too hot to do ANYTHING, buckets of water on the porch are good enough

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My hero

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Maybe some day I’ll need some baby clothes

Thursday:

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It’s was a little humid

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That drink is 150% sugar.

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Showing off her floating skills

Friday:

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That is not the baby I was hoping would appear while I was at L&D

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I made a giant pasta salad that no one else in my family eats. I am a selfish pregnant lady.

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My cat says: For real, are you ever going to have that kid?

Saturday:

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I LOVE MY BEAR MOMMY!

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It was a really long, really hot week and by the end she wasn’t super excited about the fireworks

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Obligatory blurry firework picture to prove we made the effort to go see them.

It took like 20 minutes to put that together and I am STILL pregnant. In case you were wondering.

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