What's happening with the baby:
The baby is about 21 inches from head to toe and weighs about 6.8 pounds. Most of the baby's downy hair, lanugo, and whitish coating, vernix is disappearing. The baby is getting his antibodies from the mother to protect against illness. The baby's growth is slowing, but fat cells under the skin get plumper for life outside the womb. He has a firm grasp and all the organs have matured. Almost ready for birth, the baby would do well if born now.
I'm getting bored. I try to put structure in my days, but it's so easy to be lazy! I still haven't painted the quote for the nursery or finished packing the hospital bag. I just keep saying, I'll do it tomorrow. I know, I know, I may not have tomorrow to do it. Where oh where did my focus go?? And nesting instinct, what nesting instinct?? Here is my to do list for the week:
- Paint the quote in the nursery
- Finish my book, The Boleyn Inheritance
- Send Heather a care package
- Buy a new blanket that doesn't smell like dog for the living room
- Pack the hospital bag
- Have lunch with Caren and Jennifer
- Call a chiropractor
- Make dinner 3 times
- Get started on the baby announcements by cutting the blue paper
It's more and more painful to get out of bed in the middle of the night. I almost dread going to bed at night because I know I'll have to get up anywhere between 40 minutes and 2 hours to go the bathroom, it hurts my shoulder to sleep on my side, and it is horribly painful to get out of bed. At least I am still able to walk the dog!
Taking a shower is also becoming interesting. We just have a shower stall in the master bath and I'm sort of running out of room in it (I don't like the guest bathroom shower as much...which has a tub). I can't bend over to wash my feet, there isn't a ledge and because of my pelvic pain I can't lift my leg to wash my feet. Right now I bend as far as I can and lift my leg as far as I can to sort of wash my feet as fast as I can. Next step: Poor soap on the shower floor and rub my feet around in hopes of them coming clean. Alternative: Ask Chris to come wash my feet.
My strange dreams are coming back....
Dream 1: I was standing in a really big field walking backwards away from my Dad. He asked me what Ramadan was and I told him it was Muslim holiday (correct) that was sort of like Easter for Christians (not correct...go google it). I look over to my right and think, wow, those are strange looking sheep. Then I realize it's because they aren't sheep, they're llamas.
Dream 2: Cooper was kicking really hard and I could see his whole leg stretched out and actually feel the shape of his foot. Then suddenly, both of his feet pop out of the top of my belly. I took a good look at the red, wrinkly feet, and shoved them back in my belly. I told him that he couldn't come out feet first and that he had to be born going the other direction (um, if birth was that easy I don't think I would mind how he came out of me!).
I don't know what to say about Ramadan and llamas, as for the other dream--Cooper must have been kicking really hard last night.
I'll take new belly pics after dinner and try to upload them tonight.
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