One more pregnancy complaint...

I have just ONE more complaint before this MAGICAL journey of pregnancy is complete and this time it involves the doctor's office.
For reals, how can they expect a person, who cannot see their own feet let alone ANYTHING above their feet, to pee accurately into a cup the size of a large shot glass?? I mean seriously, they can't give the women who are LARGE something a big bigger and more convenient... like a cereal bowl? Maybe something the size of a coffee mug? I'm not a man... I can't AIM for small spaces. Instead I pee on myself. Every week. It is not fun and I am not a fan. I'm over it. I am ready to lead a revolution if anyone wishes to join in!
So now, I'm off to run bleachers and clean and jerk 105 lbs, 20 reps.
Again, I hope everyone has a great holiday and hopefully I'll be updating with the BIRTH soon.

Week 40

Well, as I predicted, Wilbur has not made a move. I went in today and was told, yet again, there is no progression. Thankfully, there is an end in sight... if I don't go into labor naturally by Tuesday, 12/29, they will induce me. Because I am a Gallibright, I can ONLY assume this baby will actually come on Christmas because that would be the one day I didn't want him to be born. Yes, I am selfish, but I just really wanted to spend Christmas at home with him and my family. Not eating fake turkey while T and Ehee sit in the visitor's chair in the room with me and then go home for the night. That doesn't sound like a great scenario for anyone... but whatever. He'll come when he comes. As long as he is healthy, I will just be grateful. This one will be short because it is getting late and I want to go lay down. I hope all who read this have a very Merry Christmas and I will hopefully be blogging about my labor before the new Year!! Peace I'm outta here!

Week 39...

So here I am at home on my second week of maternity leave. I have not gotten done anything I assumed I would. I thought I would knock out the Christmas shopping in three days, walk my dogs, clean my house, bake cookies, create masterpiece meals and still have time to run the bleachers at the high school to encourage this 27 lb baby to COME OUT. However, I have done none of the above. The only thing I have done is set my internal clock to Maury. I did put together the stroller and baby car seat, but am thoroughly confused on how to actually put the car seat in the car. This leads me to believe that I am a bad mom and that more than likely this baby will someday be running his own drug cartel.

At my doctor's appointment last week I was told that there was NO progression and that basically, I should plan on being pregnant until sometime next June. I have another doctor's appointment today, but am really not expecting much more. Wilbur wants to get his full set of teeth and learn to walk before he finally comes out. That's all for now...