Emmett Matthew, born April 19th. 8 pounds 1.2 ounces, 20.5 inches long. I will post more later but right now… I’m too busy staring at the perfectness that is my son :-)
37 Weeks… Where does it go?
I cross-posted this over on The Baby Factor, but since I’ve been gone so long and I know a lot of you follow here and not there, I thought I’d put it here too. Just in case, you know, you’re still interested after all this time. :-)
On Friday I will officially hit 37 weeks pregnant, “full term” according to the text-books and the lowest goal I have to hit before I’m allowed to deliver at the natural-ish Birth Care Center.
Where does it go, kids? I swear I just peed on that stick about two weeks ago. The mommy marks on my stomach say differently, but still.
This little Bee is kicking me in the ribs day and night. In fact, it’s almost a non-stop conga party in there, it seems like. I’m down to the days of wanting to eat ALL THE THINGS, being really annoyed any time someone asks me if I’m “ready to be done with it”, or “miserable yet?” or “geez, when are you due anyway?” but I LOVE. BEING. PREGNANT.
I would not trade this for the world. I can’t wait to hold my son, but I am also daily amazed and more grateful than I’ve ever been for anything in my life (hubby possibly excepted) for the miracle my body is performing. A miracle I was not sure I would ever get to experience.
In other news, as of 5 o’clock on Friday afternoon I will be, by choice, unemployed for the first time in at least 10 years. I will officially be a stay-at-home Mom, one of the only careers I have ever really desired.
Mind blowing, kids. Absolutely mind blowing. How did I get so freakin lucky?
Things I’ve learned about pregnancy…
- I can eat more than my husband. In fact, it is necessary. I can have dinner twice and not blink…. because I am NEVER full.
- Any day that does not include a nap is a day at least half wasted.
- Doctors have very sick senses of humor.
- Pants are entirely too much work.
- This particular brand of happiness really is better than any drug in the world.
And the number one thing I’ve learned in the five weeks since I realized I was pregnant?
- My husband just does NOT get it. But he’s adorable when he tries. :-)
Is it Friday yet?
Given my totally bitchy slightly grouchy post this morning, some of you may be wondering…
“How was the rest of Maggie’s day?”
Well, I’ll tell you… the nurse who did my O.B. Intake tried to tell me several SEVERAL things that I “must” do, which my Dr. and my common sense have already told me are not necessary, but I didn’t snap. I didn’t even say a word. Because you know what? I’m having a baby!
The lab tech poked me HARD for blood, then called me half an hour after we left and said she’d “made a mistake” and I needed to come back and give MORE blood. Still, I was calm, sanguine, collected… I didn’t even bitch at the 2nd lab tech, who managed to spray blood all over me and the lab while taking my second batch. Deep, calming breaths…
And this afternoon, my boss asked informed me that she will be cross-training me for yet ANOTHER position, starting tomorrow, due to the fact that she wrongfully terminated the girl who had the position before (not that she put it that way) and oh, by the way, I’ll pretty much have to figure it out from scratch because the other girl left no notes when she was fired without notice, or cause.
What did Maggie do, you asked? I smiled and said “of course, I’ll be glad to help out!”
Zen Master, that’s me kids.
Rise and, um…. shine?
I am not going to complain about my pregnancy. Really, I’m not. I do have to say this, however (TMI coming, get ready)….
I got up 4, yes FOUR times to pee last night. Pregnant or not, that is not a good equation for a happy Morning Maggie. Sleep was interrupted, sleep that I DESPERATELY needed. It’s not like I even had all that much water yesterday evening, so I don’t know what gives, but I do. Not. Like. It. You all may not know this, but Maggie is not a fan of mornings in the first place. Not even a little bit. And apparently Maggie now refers to herself in the third person. Geez, even I annoy me this morning.
In other news, I just ate a donut from the breakroom, because it was there. I would ask you all not to judge me, but the truth is, I’m over here judging myself a little bit.
I’m trying to be positive this morning, but I’m having (obviously) a hard time. My OB Intake appointment is in 20 minutes though, (Yay, vampires who want my blood!) so maybe that will lift my spirits a bit. Anyone? Yes?
~GoodgriefsomebodycomebemeforawhilesoIcangobacktosleepfortheloveofallthatisholyandjust…
Bundle of Joy
Thank you, thank you to all the folks who have sent congrats and sweet messages regarding our news. You guys are the best! I swear, telling people that I’m pregnant is almost more fun that being pregnant…. Almost. We haven’t told many of the folks in our real lives yet, so getting to tell you all and have such a sweet response is wonderfully satisfying.
On that note, if I know you in my real life and you are creepin’ on this blog, this is still a secret, m’kay? I’m only 9 weeks, kids…. many, many things could happen. I’m just not ready to tell people I have to see every day yet, and y’all should respect that.
On another angle, apparently I lost a follower because I announced my pregnancy. I don’t really care about the loss itself… I usually don’t even pay attention but I happened to notice that yesterday it was a nice round number and today it’s one less. My only hope is that it wasn’t someone who is struggling with infertiility or adoption issues, and just couldn’t handle the giddiness. I’ve been on the other side of that, and while I respect the feeling that you just can’t stomach someone else’s baby-happy, I hope I’ve not been the cause of that hurt for someone else.
If, however, it was a tumblr who’s been hoping for more fitness-related posts from me and assumes that I will now be posting mostly about Baby, well….. you’re probably right. And I can respect that too.
Have a lovely day, m’dears! Whatever you are looking for, I hope you find it.
Gosh, you guys are such a bunch of smarties! :-)
I’m 9 weeks pregnant today… holy miracle, Batman. I can’t even… seriously. There are no words for how overwhelmingly blessed and thrilled we are.
WOW. Just wow.
Clue #3
Chewable papaya enzyme tablets are my new best friends…
Clue #2
My sister-in-law (& others) were planning a trip to Europe next May. Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure I’ll be over the baggage limit at that time… as well as otherwise engaged in an adventure of a different sort.
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