I'm so weird....

At the end of last year, I bought a calendar/planner to keep in my purse. Between the forgetfulness of being pregnant-then having a toddler and a newborn I knew I'd need it. Especially when there's more to keep up with. Babies go to the doctor alot. I just made a hair appointment and realized something. I'm using the planner, but not the way it's intended. I'm writing most everything on post-its, then sticking them on my planner. I'm just going to tell myself it's because getting the planner in and out of this purse is a tight squeeze and when I change purses (probably tonight) this little post-it situation will be gone. We'll see...

Had another doctor's appointment yesterday. I wondered what I'd find out because the night before I'd had a few hours of real contractions. By real meaning that you could see them from the outside and if they'd gotten much worse or closer together, we'd have been headed to the hospital to be checked out. Without going into any details some folks don't want to know, I'd begun to progress just a little, but nothing to worry about. Abby's doing well and my BP was pretty good. I go for my pre-op visit Friday morning. That's exciting to me, even though that means I'm another step closer to major abdominal surgery AND the hormone induced psychosis that goes with having a baby. I'm as ready as I'm going to be, time to get this show on the road!

Kenneth's been helping out in the kitchen with dinner and the past two nights that has involved grating cheese. Well, night before last, Ashleigh was telling us she was "very, very, hungry" and we were trying to hold her off with a healthy little snack that wouldn't ruin dinner. I asked her if she wanted cheese: "NO!" Kenneth picks up a long piece of shredded cheese and asked her if she wants a cheesy worm. Well, little did I know, our little girl LOVES cheesy worms. In her words, they are "Yummy, yummy, deliciouso!" And I'm sure I misspelled the Spanish version of delicious, BUT Dora doesn't teach spelling...

Coming to terms...

I've tried to deny it for awhile now.

I thought that if I didn't acknowledge it, it wouldn't be true.

But today, three people mentioned it to me and I've come to terms with the fact...

I have the pregnant waddle.

I know it's a normal thing, but I NEVER waddled with Ashleigh. Seriously. I'm so much more pregnant this time around.

But, I only have to waddle for 2 more weeks. Because by this time on February 8th, we should have our sweet little wonderful Abby in our arms.

And to anyone who wishes to ridicule my waddle: bite me. Be glad I'm walking at all. Especially if you've never been pregnant. I wish you knew what it felt like!

AND
My doctor's appointment was good yesterday. No weight gained since last week. And after the 4 lb. loss the visit before, that puts me at 11 lbs. total gained through this pregnancy. Hard for me to believe, trust me. But there are no signs of labor starting, which is a good thing this time and Abby is growing like she should and has a steady, wonderful heartbeat. The nursery is coming together, although I wish it was DONE. Because if it was, I could truly say I'm ready to meet our second daughter. I'm getting really excited about it. That outweighs my fear of total failure today!

Don't mess with a pregnant woman's food...

Yes, this sign is posted on the refrigerator door of my workplace. I actually wished them death by explosive diarrhea, but decided to tone it down a bit since the fridge is by the timeclock. There were 3 or 4 ice cream cones left in that box!!! I really do wish very bad things upon this person. Really, I do.

Old, boring & blimp-like

That's me. Don't get me wrong.

OLD is a relative term and I know that in the grand scheme of things, I'm not even into middle age yet. (I hope!!!) But compared to many of the 20-somethings I work with I feel old. But in a good "I'm wiser with age and experience" kind of way. There is the little fact of my getting totally sucked in by an infomercial this afternoon. And I really want that product. It's a GTXpress101. I think. Kind of a take-off on George Foreman's idea. Can't wait till that sucker shows up on the "As Seen On TV" isle in the store!!
BORING would accurately describe my life to many people, and that honestly doesn't bother me in the least. I've spend most of the day playing with Ashleigh, doing (a little) housework, finishing up some projects for Abby's room and reading. And don't forget the infomercial! (I only saw about 10 minutes of that. If I'd seen the whole thing, I might have one being shipped to me as I speak!) Presently, Kenneth is watching the Barret-Jackson car auction, Ashleigh is determined to play with the computer mouse and we're waiting on a casserole to finish for dinner. SNORE!!!!!!! But I like it. The only drama I'm interested in comes on TV, in movies or books.
BLIMP-LIKE I really need to take another photo of my round profile. Even though my OB announced at my Thursday appointment that I'd lost 4 lbs. in two weeks, I'm not exactly ready for swimsuits!

VARIOUS OTHER THOUGHTS:
::The nursery is beginning to come together. The walls are painted, pretty much all the decor is ready to put in place. Kenneth and an unknown helper just need to get a few final pieces of furniture moved around and we'll be in business. This week I'll probably start washing up baby clothes for Abby's arrival.

::I am still not convinced that I'll be able to handle being a mother of two. At times I know it will be fine and wonderful, at others I'm convinced it's a wonder that Ashleigh survived-thrived even-and know it will be a matter of time before someone decides that they made a mistake when they decided to bless us with another child. I don't even have nipples for the baby bottles yet!!!!

::I was very pleasantly surprised last week by learning I would have not one, but two baby showers before Abby arrives! I'm hoping for lots of diapers, wipes and bath stuff. And of course some cutesy stuff just for Abby. Our poor hand-me-down girl...

::We're still on schedule for a February 8th delivery. Very curious how she'll look, how big she'll be, what sort of personality she'll have, if she'll have hair...

::Rachel got her dream job as an assitant teacher in in kindergarten class. Well, almost dream. She hopes to be a certified teacher at some point. I'm so thrilled for her. She's one of those people just meant to teach young children. (NOT at all like me!) But I'm also very sad because we had lunch together every day, talked on our cell phones to and from work most of the time. OH! For those of you who didn't know, we not only worked for the same company, but in the same department. So this is quite an adjustment to make. NOT as big as when Kelley left, however. When she left, she moved to TEXAS!!! I cried buckets over that and even seriously looked for another job. At least Rachel's still here, I just have to get used to not seeing her all the time.

Well, the exciting casserole is finished, so I think I'll go have dinner with my family, followed by a nice boring evening. ; )