Because of the IVF, our timing is a little screwy. Today is 7 months since the transfer, but I'm technically 8 months along. As if all the months/weeks calculations weren't confusing enough.
Anywhoooo, here I am.
My last appointment with Dr. Dewey was great. Not only did he tell me I looked nice in my purple shirt (and there's not even a tip jar in his office, so it had to be a genuine compliment!), but everything else was positive, positive. I'm weighing in at 141 pounds (woot woot!), he said my blood pressure is-quote-"perfect", my iron looks good, my weight gain is -quote-"ideal", and I'm measuring at 32 weeks. I'll start seeing him every two weeks now until
{drum roll, please}
JULY 17, 2009
which is when my C-section is scheduled for!!! That's next month! Holy cow!! I'm so excited!! Can you feel my excitement through my extensive use of exclamation points?!
Whew! As far as how I'm feeling, well...let's just say typing all of those exclamation points has already worn me out. I'm T-I-R-E-D. I wear out pretty easily, overdo it almost every day (though usually not intentionally), and I guess I've been having Braxton Hicks Contractions. A lot. I didn't even really know what a contraction felt like, so I asked Adam...who reminded me he is of the masculine gender and has never experienced contractions, so I asked my Mom. Let's see: worst cramps ever that spread to your back and shoot down your legs, leaving your stomach as hard as a rock?
Yup, those are them.
I've also been informed by an anonymous source (let's call her....."Mom") that I've been incredibly grumpy. Actually, that's toning it down quite a bit, "Mom's" choice of words were a lot more harsh and cutting. I didn't believe "Mom" until her accusation observation was confirmed by another tipster (let's call him....."Husband") and we all know that by the mouth of two or three witnesses every word shall be established...
...I've thought a lot about it, and I've decided I have a good excuse. See, when I was pregnant with the boys, I could take a nap whenever I needed to (and I needed to a lot). Now, I get just as wiped out, but have two two-year-olds to keep alive, so no nap for me. And even when I'm NOT pregnant, no nap = grumpy Misty, so you can imagine how bad it is now. Take that, "Mom" and "Husband." Neener neener.
Wow, are you still reading this? Thanks for sticking with it. I'll conclude by letting you know that Adam and I *think* we have our little girl's name narrowed down to two we really like. We may not even decide between the two until we're at the hospital and have been properly introduced to her, but who knows. All I know is that before I was changing my mind about names on a daily (sometimes hourly) basis, but I've been thinking about these two names for almost three weeks now. That's gotta mean somethin'.
43 days to go!
Wow! I can't believe I only have 11 days to go! The car seat is ready. The bassinet is ready. The bedroom is ready. The bottles are washed. {Most of} the clothes are washed. And so now we just wait. Okay, in reality, now's the mad-dash to try to get my house whipped into shape and spend some hard core quality time with my three boys before our family of four becomes a family of five. We're so excited to have Baby Sister join our family, but part of me is already sad about the changes that will inevitably happen with the boys. They won't be my babies anymore, and that makes me a little sad. 
