The Enchanter's Theorem

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.