You have one job. Just one. Get rid of my heartburn. You suck, you are a total failure. Your backwoods cousin Tums suck just as hard.
They say that if you have heartburn when you are pregnant, your baby will have a lot of hair. Reilly is going to come out with a big, giant red afro. So big, that if straightened it would come down to his ankles. Maybe I should ask for a refund on my Rolaids and put the money toward a kicky little baby-sized afro pick.
Today marks 31 weeks. I am now 3 weeks away from my first goal of 34 weeks. I'm starting to get nervous about my c-section. This may not be my first C-section rodeo, but having had one before doesn't seem to make it any less frightening. When Boyd was born, he was whisked away and I didn't get to see him for hours. They just kind of flashed him at me while taking him out the door. Everyone and their great uncle twice removed got to see him before I did. I was the last to hold him. Boyd was born with a lot of fluid in his lungs and low blood sugar, both common in babies born to diabetic moms. I am guessing the odds are pretty good that we will get more of the same with Reilly. If he is born early, he will automatically be taken to the NICU for evaluation. More than likely he will be fine and not have to stay, but there is always a chance that he may not have perfected the sucking reflex or has jaundice. Either way, whether born at 34, 35 or 36 weeks, he has an awesome dr and the hospitals around here are top notch so we will be in good shape.
Before I sign off..... I'd like to share a list of some of my favorite and least favorite things about pregnancy..
*I can no longer reach into the washer to put clothes in the dryer... If I can't finish the job, why start it. James is pretty awesome at laundry :)
*Nobody gives you the side eye if you dose off every time you lay your head back. It's not lazy, it's preparing for baby.
*People at the grocery store are a lot more likely to offer to load your groceries for you if you are pregnant.
*You can say what's on your mind and instead of being a bitch, you are hormonal and it will pass.
*Getting the crap kicked out of you while you are trying to sleep.... just baby's way of saying... soon, sleep will be no more. It's a pretty awesome reminder.
My least favorite:
*heartburn, heartburn, heartburn
*not knowing which step I take is going to be the one where my legs don't work (aka... sciatica) and a fall might happen.
*having to rely on people to do things for you, such as reach for anything on the second shelf of higher because the belly is so big I can't get close enough to reach.
*being uncomfortable all the time
*going to the dr all the freakin time and trying to pee in that itty bitty cup. You know, the one that seems to get smaller the bigger you get.
*jabbing myself in the stomach 6 times a day. I feel a little like a pincushion. Totally worth it, but OUCH!
*having to do anything that required bending. There is planning involved in anything that requires bending. I have to decide how long it should take so I know how deep of a breath to take beforehand. I can't bend and breath at the same time.
All that being said, I can't wait to meet him and see what kind of personality he has. Time is winding down......