Here it is.. probably my last post before giving much painful and scary birth to my son. Today I am 38 weeks. I am measuring big.. which unfortunately doesn't mean this little man is coming early. It means: this boy is probably huge. I'm kind of freaking out with him being big. OUCH. That's all I can think. I'm scared of labor and of my water breaking and of the epidural needle and of everything else that I am about to go through. Sometimes I wanna take it back. No can do. This kid is coming. Me.. scared or not scared.. he's coming.
On the other hand: I'm excited to be a mom.. to hold this little guy and to raise him. I am really excited to get him out of me.. whoever says that they love being pregnant and having their child move inside of them.. FULL OF CRAP. It's the most uncomfortable and painful thing. Heartburn sucks, whenever he goes to my left side.. want to punch someone, kicks my ribs.. not favorite. SO yes: him coming out.. will be the best thing ever.
I won't have the excuse of eating whatever I want anymore though. It's been nice to eat ice cream or cake or large amounts of candy without any judgment from others. PS.. no one tells you that you basically get all of the first trimester symptoms again in the end. Nausea is back some,. and the smells are a little intense.. and other things that suck.
I promise I'm not an angry person. I really think my pregnancy has been pretty easy. I have been blessed. I do enjoy being able to continue to help at the Shop and keep busy. And sometimes it is fun to watch my stomach move like there is an alien in there.
On another note: my dad got neck surgery on the 19th. The anesthesiologist scared the crap out of me though.. before he went in for surgery.. he kept saying things like: now you know you could die on the table and all of these other high risk things.. and then immediately follows with: OK.. hugs and kisses and goodbyes. Dave and myself kind of cried a lot for a minute.. but with all of the blessings he has gotten and with everything that has happened.. we knew he wasn't done here yet. The surgery went great.. and the Dr was very impressed with how well he was recovering. Unfortunately, he got a urinary tract infection and some other things happened while in recovery.. but they say that wasn't unusual, They moved him over to the rehab center.. and he was having hallucinations. Dave was standing in front of him.. and he started reaching for Dave's crotch.. he thought Dave was standing in a bunch of fluff. it was pretty funny.. but that was all thanks to the drugs he's been on him being super tired. So tomorrow we will find out how long he will be in rehab. He will have a neck brace on for about 3 months. poor guy. Hes tough though.. sometimes a little too tough.. he doesn't like to ask for help or anything.. sometimes tries to do things by himself. I think I'm like him though.. don't really like to inconvenience people.. even when it doesn't really inconvenience them. Anyways, he is recovering well.
All in all: baby is coming, dad is alive and well, and I'm scared to death to give birth. WISH ME LUCK!!
