Massage Update

Apparently my hint about getting a back massage was not clear enough....I received no offers last night. I did get my bedroom curtains hung...but no massage. I guess 1 out of 2 isn't too bad. And the curtains do look good. He always does a really good job of measuring things out just right and lining everything up. I don't have that much patience, so I am glad he does. Although I don't think Frank is crazy about them. But at this point, they look better than what we had, which was nothing.

So after not being offered a massage, I decided to take matters into my own hands and I called this morning and scheduled myself a pregnancy massage for tomorrow morning, and then I will check in to the hospital that afternoon. It will either be a complete waste of money, or it will be the nice calm before the storm :-). I am hoping it will relax me. I got no sleep last night. My back is killing me...the doctor says it sounds like I am going to have back labor. So I am hoping this massage will at least help out temporarily.

Almost There!!!

I just had my checkup and surprise, surprise...still no progress. I thought for sure I would have started something because I had contractions and horrible back pain all day on Sunday and all night long. But no progress. I think Dr. McDaniel had pity on my because I looked horrible at my appointment. So I check in Wednesday afternoon and they'll start the drip on Thursday morning. So Hopefully we'll have a little baby on Thursday!

Now for a "Poor Frank" story since I've been hearing how hard this pregnancy has been on HIM! I was in pain all day Sunday. I had horrible back pain and contractions all day long. And Frank comes in at lunch time and wants to know what's for lunch. Now he knows I am hurting and he honestly wants to know what I am going to feed him. The poor baby apparently doesn't know how to feed himself. So I huff and puff and go get takeout. Then...as if asking for lunch wasn't bad enough...later on, he wants to know what's for dinner. Well after hurting ALL DAY long I had literally had it at that point and told him whatever he found in the kitchen was for dinner. And then he had the nerve to tell me "I didn't have to be so mean to him." ARRRRGHHHHHH!!!!! I mean honestly. I have received no credit at all from him for carrying around this little Husky and he has the nerve to say I am being "mean." (Boy is he in for a rude awakening when the real contractions start!)

So here's a topic for discussion...why are men such babies? If Frank plants a new flower in the yard I have to put an ad in the paper congratulating and thanking him. But I have suffered through morning sickness, back pain, being miserable, and all the other yucky details that go along with pregnancy and I haven't gotten anything. All I get is, "What's for lunch." I even asked for a back massage on Sunday and he said, "I'll rub your back if you rub my feet." Well I don't want to rub his feet in between my contractions...I just wanted my back rubbed. And at this point in the game, I feel like I deserve a massage without having to do anything in return. And if Frank is a smart man...which lately I have been having some doubts...he'll give me a back rub tonight without asking for anything in return. (Did I just make that Hint obvious enough for him?)

So that's enough for my moaning and groaning...Wildcat will go back in her cage and cool off so I can see my little bundle of joy on Thursday :-)

Still Baking....

Yes I am still VERY pregnant...not by choice! I am huge! I have hit that beyond miserable stage where even my maternity clothes are starting to look like I bought them out of the juniors department...and just so you have a really good mental picture...I think the last time I shopped in the juniors department was middle school! I am not one of those glowing pregnant women. And my feet are huge! They look like Shrek feet!

I was so disappointed at my doctor's appointment on Monday. I saw my least favorite doctor in the group, and as always, he rushed through the appointment. He was only in the room for 2 minutes and he didn't even examine me!!! So I have no idea if I have made any progress. I see my favorite doctor on Monday and he is the one who said he did not want me going until May b/c Tyler would be too big. So I am crossing my fingers that he's going to 'help me out' next week. Otherwise I am liable to have a nervous breakdown and just start crying on him. So we shall see.

Thanks to everyone for all the phone calls checking on me. I've been very slack lately about returning calls. Mostly b/c I lay on the couch after work and do absolutely nothing while Frank works in the yard (which looks amazing!). Hey, I figure I've got the next 18 years to wear myself out...I mine as well enjoy these last few days of peace and quite!

Another Week to Bake

I had another check up yesterday and Baby Tyler has hit the 7lb. mark. Unfortunately, my body is still not cooperating. The has been NO change, NO progress, no nothing. But Tyler is in position, and as my doctor put it, 'he's in the tunnel, but he just can't get to the light.' She said that's why I have been hurting so badly is he is trying his best, but my body won't budge. And when I say I'm hurting, there are times when I can't walk b/c it hurts so bad. And yes, I know I am a wimp...but seriously...should it hurt this bad? The doctor said he's ready, but she would feel alot better if my body showed any signs of being ready, but at this point she is doubtful that I will. So she wants to give him 1 more week 'to bake' and see if anything happens. She did reassure me there was no way she'd let me go until May 4, b/c he would be at least 10lbs. if we waited that long. And I know my limitations and I am NOT woman enough to push a 10 pounder out!!!!

So we'll have to wait at least 1 more week to meet my little Husky. Maybe that will give me a chance to get rid of this sinus infection....did I forget to mention that not only am I miserable, but I'm also sick? I know...it just keeps getting better.

On a side note...ever since I found out I was pregnant, I've had the date April 24th stuck in my head. Don't know why. I just dreamed about it the night I found out about Husky and it's been in my head ever since. My next appointment is on Monday, the 21st, so we shall see if my dream was right. And, might I add, next week is also a full moon....

MISERABLE

This one word sums me up right now...I am miserable. I continue to drop lower and lower and Tyler is head down, but I am not making ANY progress. Surprise, surprise...when do I have a normal anything. 3 weeks ago he was 5 lbs 3 ounces, and the Dr. is estimating he is around 8lbs now. Right now, I am measuring at 40 weeks, but technically I am only 36 weeks! So I have another ultrasound on Tuesday to check the baby's weight again and make sure developmentally he is ready to be delivered and then they will schedule an induction. Which in a way worries me b/c they say induction actually makes the labor a lot longer. And I am a wimp. I really don't want an all day ordeal. But I am ready for him to be out. I can't sleep. I have the worse cramps at night time, and he is right on my bladder. I can go to the bathroom and before I get up, I already feel like I have to go again. (I know....too much details, but I'm whining right now so bear with me.) This little Husky is probably laughing his tush off. He and his daddy are secretly enjoying this, I just know they are.

And now the icing on the cake....I can't wear any of my shoes b/c my feet are too fat....along with every other part of me. It's been chilly all this week and I'm walking around in flip flops that don't even match! Of course, nothing I wear right now really matches b/c I've outgrown everything. My belly is dropping, my pants won't stay up, and my shirts insist on riding up. Go ahead...get a visual and you'll laugh your butt off! It's not a pretty picture. And if Frank ask me one more time if I'm into "belly shirts" right now, or gives me that look that guys get when they see a fat girl in a bikini...I am going to suffocate him while he sleeps. To be honest, I already want to strangle him. I toss and turn at night, then get up to go to the bathroom, and then toss and turn some more. And the more I listen to him snore away, the madder I get at him. It might sound mean, but I would personally like for him to suffer just a little bit along with me. Misery loves company :-)

Male Doctors....

I went to my check up today and everything is looking good. The baby is head down and moving into position. However, I am very 'narrow' so that's why I've been hurting so bad. I told the doctor I saw today (who is a man) that I've been hurting so bad that I don't sleep. And he says..."I think that's God's way of preparing US for the sleepless nights ahead." I cracked up when he said that and he looked at me kind of funny. And I looked at his nurse and said "US? When has he ever popped out a baby. I don't know about other patients, but my husband has been sleeping just fine at night!" Us......I mean honestly. How can a man say God is preparing US.....I don't know about you, but Frank hasn't had morning sickness, sleepless nights, or having the feeling that his hips are about to snap apart. Other than a few hormonal days that I've had, I'd say he's had it pretty easy. I could be wrong, but I'd switch places with him any day.

I hope this gave you as much humor as it did me. Thankfully next week I see the lady doctor :-)