2 More Weeks (alright 3, but i’m staying optimistic)

GAH!!!!! I can hardly stand it!!!!

my date is set for my last official day in the office,… from that point on, baby or no baby, i will be home getting things pulled together, or POSSIBLY working from home some…

careful, don’t let that out… i’m not making any promises.

trying to be productive and focused on work-related-crap has become quite the chore. don’t get me wrong, i’m doing just fine, but i have to really TRY in order to make sure i’m still a productive, valuable member of my company. it’s becoming quite the frustration, let me tell you.

i oscillate back and forth between mindsets.

I having a ton of stuff i need to get done at home!!! *panic*… (typically this mindset is when i’m at work and can’t do anything about it)…

…and then being home and forgetting EVERYTHING i thought about at work that needed to get done,… instead, i end up sitting on my ginormous pregnant caboose in front of the TV not willing to move for anything but a few tums now and then.

oh tums, i don’t know WHAT i would have done without you this pregnancy. i truly don’t.

it’s a good thing nick is so accommodating. those couch times definitely feel like “low points” in my life quest to not be a worthless, lazy drain on society. It gets so bad sometimes, that even the 3 foot distance between my outstretched hand and the remote is just too overwhelming. i find this gratingly puny, and annoying voice emerging from what i can only conclude to be MY mouth, saying something to the effect of…

“NIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!!!!!!….”

“yes dear.”

“i can’t reach the remote *sniff*”…*making sure to end on a high note of shrill indignation*

As he exits the kitchen where he’s fixing dinner, cleaning the dishes, feeding the dogs, and brainstorming solutions to world hunger, he walks into the living room in order to pick up the ever-illusive remote control, and place it in my eagerly awaiting hands.

At least part of my former courteous self must remain, because so far i have managed to remember to mumble a meek “thankyou…” whenever this type of event transpires,… but if it continues for more than another 2-3 weeks, i think Karma will likely cause my so-far-not-TOO-awful stretchmarks to morph into deep, purplish black canyons all over my belly, and my as-of-yet-not-crazy-swollen appendages to balloon up into something resembling the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.

Sleeping has become a chore, which i have to tell you, is the most tragic of all recent circumstances as far as i am concerned.

Bed and I have always had one of the most wonderful relationships. Next to my husband and my puppies, Bed is my most favorite saving grace in the whole world. We love each other.

As i start down a road that i can only assume will last for the next couple weeks due to my OWN discomfort, and then several MONTHS after that thanks to the demands of our little bundle of smooshiness, i can only mourn the loss of this once so stable, dependable, and healing relationship.

My nightly routine consists of lying down (veeery carefully) with my body pillow strategically arranged around my body, and 2 carefully stacked pillows under my head to start with…. I then sit up quickly and reach desperately for my bedside tums bottle, pop a couple of those, and then try carefully lying back down again so as not to disturb the now placated acid reflux anymore than necessary.

15-30 minute intervals find me then trying to turn to my other side, while maintaining as much as possible the positioning of my carefully placed body pillow, as well as not losing one of my two head pillows to the bottomless hole that is the back side of our bed. If i expend too much energy during these activities, Reflux isn’t very happy with me and i end up having to spend another 5-10 minutes sitting up in bed waiting for it to calm down, and occasionally taking another tums when my transgressions were just too unforgivable.

Aaaah.. finally, a short break to get some actual sleep… but wait, there’s more!

i begin to drift off, once again beginning to feel that bond that Bed and i used to share so easily, and suddenly feel that oh-so-insistent demand that i get up to use the restroom. A low point came last night when i realized my bulk could not fit between the laundry basket and my bed post, and so i was required to crawl to the end of the bed in order to work my way to the bathroom.  find myself tripping over a dog or two on the way there, and of course, on the way back, and that happens about 3-4 times a night now.

Bed, i miss you so much. i miss our supportive relationship, i miss our sweet sweet times together. I still cling to the hope that we will find that again someday, don’t give up on me.

I could continue with my complaints, but seeing as it could take the better part of the remainder of the week, and i’d like to continue having people stop by to read this drivel without feeling like it’s nothing but a bitch session, i will stop there…

and move on to some Christmas pictures.

Much more festive times, i assure you

Here i am, all misery and largeness…

We had several Christmases. As usual. It was fabulous

We spent the first at my mom’s, the 2nd at mom’s with family, the third at dad’s, the fourth at grandma’s with dad’s family. so much wonderful family time

it’s so fun to think about the fact that next Christmas, not only will we have our little girl here with us, but she’ll actually be old enough to semi-enjoy (if not understand totally) the fun festivities of Christmas!!!! Old enough at least to enjoy the ripping of paper off of boxes, and playing with bows, and all the fun associated with putting random Christmas paraphernalia in her mouth. TEE HEE!!!! it’s going to be so much fun

Oh my, look at these pies…

yes, they were delicious… my mom bakes the best apple pie of anybody.

i love you mommy!!!

Soon-to-be-referred-to-as Nana.

my sweet sweet boy was VERY VERY well behaved, but we DID have his collar on hand just as a reminder to him to behave himself. He’s SOOO STINKING CUTE!!!!!

One of our most exciting gifts was our new digital SLR CAMERA!!!! we were thinking about investing in one anyway, with baby girl on the way, so we could be sure to document EVERY POSSIBLE opportunity we could in her life, especially from the very beginning. But instead,… THANKYOU MOM AND WAYNE!

we are very blessed

Nick of course got some Superman stuff… he was very excited, as you can plainly see…

He and my mom immediately took the flying superman outside to crash it into our neighbor’s house. Way to go guys

while my REAL gift for alyson is a T-shirt quilt i’m working on for her, i did need something for her to unwrap, and she seemed thrilled with my choice of gift for her… so that makes me happy

ooh, i also got some great baking stuff!!! check it out!….

A piece of advice i’ve read in one of my books is to make sure to have a “labor project” to keep you busy in the early stage of labor so you don’t get too focused on it and wear yourself out. That way it’ll go by faster, and by the time you’re finished you’ll be ready to focus on REAL labor, the kind that really demands your attention… I’m thinking my projects will be a combination of finishing up my blanket for baby girl, and baking with my new toys… weee!!!! we’ll see what i can accomplish. Here’s hoping for a SHORT labor, even if it means not finishing my “projects”.

at my dad’s, we got him Rockband for Christmas… So did Ellen… what are the odds? anyway, it gave him some best buy credit to go purchase the additional mike and guitar so that we can ALL play at the same time.

it’s gonna take some practice to actually BE awesome at it, and not just LOOK awesome at it… but i think we have that part down…don’t you?

concentration is the most important thing…

Alright, that’s all for Christmas.

Please please please everybody, wish me luck that i can handle these next two weeks of work, when all i really want to do is go home and get my list of stuff done… and yes, i have written it down. but i conveniently leave the list at work, or in my car once i get home so i can conveniently ignore it and sit on the couch… once i’m finished with work there really will be NO excuses left, and i’ll have to get my butt in gear.

also, let’s all cross our fingers for the 2 week mark!! Nick wants her to be born on his birthday, and i’d have to agree, that would be pretty awesome so, the 23rd is what we’re going for!! keep that date in all your heads and let’s MAKE IT HAPPEN!!!

WOOHOO!!!

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