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Leaving for the hospital shortly.

Here we go.

Yeah.

Light it up, folks, whatever it is that you light up. Will twitter as I can. http://www.twitter.com/quennessa

Don't have anything pithy or witty or interesting to say right now. I haven't been able to eat today. Even water isn't sitting well.

Yeah. Like I said.

Here we go.
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Well, acupuncture is helping so I'm not losing my mind and wanting to kill people. That's a bonus.

I've managed to do a few things around the house while waiting. The Mouse's room has been cleaned and things have been put away or gotten rid of. Front room's been gone through and cleaned and organized to a point. The master is today. I move slow, but I am inexorable.

Yes, I am nesting. It's nest or go looney.

Gods, can I have this baby already?
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The sleep suggestions that my glorious Dr. Schneider gave me, worked. I got a full night's sleep. Actual rest.

The usual ctx bullshit is starting up, now that I'm awake, but I'm just grateful for the rest.

Tonight we're going to work on getting a small second night seder together for Passover.

I've got to figure out something to do today, so I don't think about ctx and whether I'm progressing or not.

Oh, and please, no one ask me when I'm due anymore. I'm about ready to scream. If I had any clue when Team Bean were going to finally bother to get their shit together, rather than just keep testing the system for fun and profit, I'd be a lot happier and sane. It's okay to ask me how far along I am. Just don't ask me when I'm due.

Oh, and don't ask me if I'm in pain. Cause, that's a big yes.

So. Yeah. Gardening. Off to the nail salon. Something. I gotta find something to do. Any suggestions will be considered.
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So.

We are now the proud owners of a Mom Vehicle. It gets delivered tomorrow.

Yes, I am defying the ctx. I figure, what the hell? Things didn't get serious last time until I told the contractors to get to work on the remodel on the old house. We needed to get a new to us vehicle. Sports cars do not hold five people comfortably, especially when two of those people must ride with appropriate safety gear.

So.

CarMax to the rescue.

In the meantime, I've got a doc appt first thing in the morning tomorrow.

Also took the Mouse to the park today and we had a lovely time till the teenage hooligans showed up and were running around with no observance of the little kids. We left at that point.

It's been a good, if distractable type of day.

*sigh*

Apr. 6th, 2009 02:22 pm
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Went to see my OB.

No change.

I am made of major, major cranky.

I hurt. I haven't slept fully in three nights. I'm tired.

My cervix and uterus are apparently not team players. Bah.

Oh well. It is what it is. I'm going to go for a walk. I've got chiro today at 5 pm. After that, we're going to go see Fast & Furious and hopefully that'll distract me enough.

I also have sewing and writing I can do. Maybe paint. I'm trying to stay occupied, so I avoid the frustration of last time. So far I'm having middling success.

Could use some energy, prayers and good vibes.

Dry Run

Apr. 3rd, 2009 11:50 am
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Well, last night at around 1 AM, the body *thought* it might be interested in going into something a bit more, well, invested in labor.

Or not.

We did a dry run to the hospital, because by 2 AM, I was exhibiting what my OB told me to look for. When I called her, she told me to go in.

Of course, we get there, and everything decides to start quieting down. So we came home.

I am convinced that the Bean was bored, kicked the system into gear, because she wanted to go for a drive in LA with no cars.

*sigh*

This is probably a sign of her life to come. LOL

I'm tired and I'm a bit sore. I don't know what's going on. I'm basically on maternity leave now, but, this morning has been very quiet. I mean to sew and not think about the process. Thinking leads to worrying leads to madness. I have to trust and allow that the body is doing it's thing and frankly, I'm along for the ride. I'm too damn tired to go into work, and frankly I know in my bones if I try to step up to that level, everything will just go haywire, I'll end up trying to drive to the hospital or being taken in an ambulance and y'know?

I need to fucking chill.

It's a lot harder than it sounds. I'm giving myself up to an elemental force, like weather. You can guess all you want, but until it rains or suns, you don't know what you're going to get. You just wait for it. Allow it to rain or cook your head.

So here I am. I'm going to rest until the Mouse gets home and then see what the Ant and the Margie Mom want to do this afternoon.

And see if I can find my damn state paperwork. That's something I can do...
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Today is perking along and continues to be entertaining.

Yesterday, I lost part of my mucus plug, with some blood. You can go look up what that means, if you need the gory details, but I prefer to not impede your last meal. I'll wait.

*hums*

Back?

Okay. If you bothered to do in depth reading, this is *not* a reliable indicator of impending labor, *but* it is a sign that, well, your time, it be limited. As in, labor could start any day, between now and the next two weeks.

I said it wasn't a reliable indicator.

And I've been having massive Braxton-Hicks contractions since the plug decided to let go. Noticeable to the point of, "excuse me, what are you doing?", but no pain per se. Imagine a giant hand grabbing your abdomen and *squeezing*. For two minutes. Without letting go. Even once. They get stronger if I walk anywhere. And my body is starting to do a purge cycle. I won't go into further detail than that.

Lather, rinse, repeat for a while.

We finished packing the hospital go bags last night. One for me, one for the Bean.

Who knows what any of this means. Could be nothing. Or you might want to start following my twitter for updates, because I mean to twitter from the hospital. :) I'm quennessa over there too.

In the meantime, I'm ignoring all of this to the best of my ability, but the humor factor is hysterical. My dayjob was shocked to see me today. We haven't even had the baby shower yet. We have no newborn clothes, except for some diapers. The Bean won't be completely naked. But the co-sleep bed isn't back and yeah, we're just not ready. At all.

Cause y'know, I'm supposed to have three more weeks before going on maternity leave.

Yeah.

I don't think I'm going to make it either. LOL

So, think good baby thoughts for me, and please, I could really use prayers that the Bean WAIT till *after* the baby shower this Saturday, so, y'know, she won't be naked.

After that? All bets are off.
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Had to stop work on the computer last night because I just couldn't sit anymore. Had to put the feet up. Feet and ankles are doing the swelling thing of late pregnancy which after a certain point, physically hurts.

This morning isn't much better for the physical discomfort/pain level. Tylenol is in my future.

I've gained too much weight. Not according to the OB, but according to me. Put on 7 pounds in two weeks, which freaks me the fuck out. I'm not going to calorie restrict by any stretch of the imagination, but I am going to reduce the number of complex carbs I've been sucking in. More fruit. More salad. I don't want to be where I was after the Mouse. It took me two years to lose all that weight.

That being said, I'm having a delightful morning. Getting unlooked for notes from people has made me smile.

The house is still a nightmare of boxes and I need to put up more art, but it's home.

Work is work and does it's thing.

I have a pile of photographs to edit and a painting to finish. I'm also going through all of my logbooks of the last 20 years. Yes. 20 years. I'm destroying most of them. When I can't remember half of the people I'm writing about that I was working with at the time? It's not relevant. I am yanking the little that is important and resonates. Things I wrote after the death of my father. Early notes on novels and drafts of poetry. Those are worth keeping and are going to go into some form of bindery.

But the rest?

The rest doesn't need to endure.

It's slow going, but I'm finding that I'm feeling lighter for not carrying around the burden of all of this paper.
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I'm in the last trimester and really the last eight weeks or so of the pregnancy. Home stretch, but also where the fatigue ramps up, because the Bean is now sucking in as much final building blocks as she can. Iron. Magnesium. All the protein in the world. Some carbs.

Which is a long way to say, I'm really, really tired. Which gets me down emotionally, even though I know exactly what's going on.

Yeah. I'm done being pregnant.

Husband's having a hard time at work too, which makes me sad.

It's also cold in the office, which doesn't help.

Yes, today would be much better served by a day at the spa.

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