1. I started having contractions last night. 10 minutes apart. Not at all painful, but definitely strong and definitely there. Baby Bob is totally raging against the machine. Not lovin' the whole "getting an extra little squish every 10 minutes or so in an already cramped environment" thing. He is consistently punching and pushing back against the unknown foe that is my uterus.
2. With each contraction, my brain screamed louder... "Must...scrub...kitchen...floor!!!! Must... clean out...hall...closet!!!! You haven't washed the baby's clothes yet, you moron! Kortland's bathroom is a cess pool!! You have 6 loads of laundry to fold! The tile on the landing has a standing date with your old toothbrush! What on earth are you doing still in bed you nutter?!!" So, at 5:15, I gave up and got up. I haven't been up that early since... well, I can't quite remember when. It was weird. I washed all of Baby Bob's clothes, put them all away, loaded the dishwasher, cleaned the kitchen, did a second load of clothes and put them all away, and on and on and on.
3. By 11:00 a.m., the contractions had slowed, and I was beat. I got back into bed and slept until 1:00 p.m. I had crazy-weird nap-dreams. (ah, pregnancy).
4. The hubs, totally freaked out by my sudden contracting, was also wide awake at 5:00 a.m., and frantically started working on the basement. (He said he doesn't want to do anything but sit in the hospital and be with his sons when B.B. gets here, so he wants everything finished beforehand. Aw.)
5. By 1:00 p.m. the hubs had a carpet installer measuring the basement and giving us estimates.
6. I should take a moment to stop here and tell you that my mom had pretty intense false labors lasting up to two weeks with her pregnancies...so this is not to be mistaken as your "Lola is going to have a baby any second" warning. However...
7. In cervical news (yep, sorry, there is, in fact, updated cervical news) my doc appointment yesterday revealed that I am now dilated to a 3, and 90% effaced. Way to rock it, cervix!
8. In crazy, emotional, pregnant person news... we scored an amazingly awesome 42" plasma TV for a steal of a deal, (it's going to go in our newly remodeled basement) and Kortland was playing a star wars game on it, and left the game paused and forgot about it for a half hour or so, and it does this "screen-burn" thing that ruins it if you leave the same screen up for a long period of time...so it totally did that, and now our new TV is sort of ruined. Was I sad? Nope. Mad. Really mad. But NOT at Kortland. My brain was screaming things like "Why the H--- would anyone ever develop such a STUPID TV????~!!!! That has GOT to be the dumbest thing that I have ever, ever, (EVER!!!!!) heard of! Why would we EVER (even for a steal of a deal) purchase such a stupid thing? EVER???!!! WHY???? And for that matter, why would anyone ever even MAKE a product that is so moronic? Why?" Yeah, it went something like that. Times 20...for a really long time.
9. In more crazy, emotional, pregnant person news... We had a "going to pick up the new bed for the downstairs room" timing glitch this evening that immediately (and irrationally) reduced me to tears. Immediately. For no good reason.
10. In even MORE crazy, emotional, pregnant person news... I made a new Mexican Lasagna dish that sounded soooo good...and it was just okay. And that just about put me over the edge. I have been craving it ever since I read the recipe in my cook book. I was excited about making it all day. It was going to be today's saving grace. Instead, it was just...meh. (at best.) Then I went to the freezer to eat a delicious Popsicle, only to find that Kort and his friends had polished them off. Wow. I can't believe I'm even composed enough to blog about all this trauma...I'm usually in bed with a pillow over my face by now ;)
11. In "let's focus on some happy" news... have you flipping seen my nursery yet? Oh how I love it. Oh how relieved I am that at least ONE THING in our house is in order! I find myself sitting in the rocker at least a dozen (no joke) times a day, holding a tiny little newborn outfit and getting totally psyched to finally meet this little guy. My mind drifts back to those first special nights in the hospital nearly seven years ago when it was just me and my first little guy. There is nothing quite so miraculous as looking into the big, gray, WIDE eyes of a tiny little person that you have been waiting to be reunited with for the last 20 years. Something about the quiet, wide-awakeness of that little soul in the middle of the night just takes me over...and I can't believe I get to do that again. I have been waiting for so long... So, with that perspective squarely back in place... I say, bring on weeks 39 and 40! I can take it...
I think ;)