Waiting Game

These last few weeks have not been my favorite. Jameson got sick and then passed to Spencer who then passed it to me. I think there should be some biological rule that you shouldn’t be able to get sick when you’re this far along in pregnancy. I spent the last few days of last week wishing I could be in bed in a dark room and just rest with no interruptions. Of course, then I remember that laying down gives me heartburn so bad that it sometimes works its way into nausea. And then shortly after that there is a toddler who meanders into my room and onto my bed and right into my face to tell me what fascinating thing Elmo is doing on Sesame Street. After a week of being down and out, I finally went in to the doctor and got an antibiotic for what seems to be laryngitis. I had either no voice or a man voice for 5 days, so I guess that should’ve been my clue. My voice had been so bad that last week when Jameson heard my voice from around the corner, he asked Spencer if Grandpa was here. That was a sad day for me.

The one thing I know I can count on is my appetite. It’s very steady and though I try to choose healthier options most of the time, I still fail in this department. I have been a sugar-holic this pregnancy. Last pregnancy was all about the red meat, the salt and, yes, even the disgusting Filet O’ Fish. Thankfully, my diet is much more normal and I don’t have any weird cravings… well mostly. Sometimes I wish I could punch those cute little Keebler elves for making such delicious cookies. I picked up a random package of cookies on Memorial Day, loved them so much that Spencer wasn’t allowed into that package at all, and then haven’t been able to find them since. Seriously, they're nowhere... can't even find them online. So instead of tracking them down, I’ve been buying other types of Keebler cookies and falling in love with more varieties. It’s dangerous. Seriously, someone needs to stop the elves. Also, the M&M guys who make those M&M Ice Cream Sandwiches. They’re like Pringles – so addicting.

In other big news, Jameson used the potty for the first time today!!! Well, for the right reasons at least. I'm not sure he knew what he was doing but I still consider it big progress. Another highlight of the day: he told Spencer he was poopy and then let out a big fart right as Spencer was smelling his bum. Jameson thought he was the funniest person alive and came dancing into my room afterwards. He is pretty hilarious.

We also bought him a "baby elmo" so he can learn about babies. The first day or so he was really good about holding baby elmo the right way and making sure that baby elmo had his pacifier. Now he pulls elmo's diaper off and takes his pacifier and puts baby elmo in timeout. I'm pretty sure that poor baby elmo doesn't deserve this treatment. Although it is rather savvy of Jameson to condense his 2.5 years of parental observation into 2 days. I'm just a little concerned about how the next few days are going to unfold...

We're just in a waiting game now for the baby. Delivery is scheduled for a week and a half from now but some say that the baby may not make it that long. Namely my mother - although if I listened to her, I would've had a baby 2 months ago because she just didn't understand how I could "get any bigger." Let me assure you, I did get bigger, but not crazy big. I'm actually 20 pounds under the amount of weight gain I had with Jameson. I'm not terribly swollen (just a teensy bit that only Spence and I actually notice), I can still wear my own pajama pants, shoes, etc. I just have a humongous belly and there is nothing I can do about it. Contractions happen every day, mostly at night, but I've been having some crazy painful ones lately so there is a strong possibility that it could lead to an earlier delivery. I'm working solely from home this next week, which should make my boss happy. I think he was concerned that my water might break at the office - we don't have a maintenance team to clean the offices so he would've had to clean it up himself. I can totally understand the discomfort at that thought; I wouldn't want to clean it either.

Until this baby is born the weather here will probably continue to decline. It's been two straight months of 90+ degree weather with a few days in the triple digits. These last few weeks have been record breaking triple digit weather and I don't expect it to lighten up at all. While I bide my time, you can bet I'll be indoors with the A/C pumping and the ice-water flowing.

In the meantime, I'll keep you posted with any new developments...