I literally had nothing to bore you with last Friday – sorry! Or not? Boring is boring is boring. Anyway, it’s Friday and here we are. It’s my day off and the weather couldn’t be any worse. Hot, humid, dark, and pouring rain. While I want to be fast asleep like Shea, the kitchen designers will be here in just a bit to take final measurements of everything. Demo starts 2 weeks from Wednesday. Cue: FREAK OUT. Again, for anyone into details, demo is slated to begin on my due date or perhaps the day after. Perfect, right? I’ll be needing a cocktail in a whole new way with that timeline. Whew.
But, I’m pumped about the kitchen. I’ve been up since about 4:30am thinking about where my blender is going to fit in the new kitchen (it’s a beast) and what kind of pendant lighting I want to select. Do we want to go with subway tile or a neutral brick? Or what about mosaic? I like them all.
What I should’ve done at 4:30am is gotten up, grabbed the blue prints, and started scribbling away. I certainly lost sleep over the scare that one or possibly both of my kitchen’s “junk drawers” are going to be shifted or lost. I mean, every kitchen needs a junk drawer. Or two. Or three. The more the merrier, as far as I’m concerned.
But instead, I laid there and eventually tucked away my fleeting thoughts and lulled myself back to sleep with the book that’s taking me forever to finish – Walk to Beautiful. And it’s really good, but without my daily treadmill time, my reading progress has all but come to a screeching halt.
Other than all of that, it continues to be about 182 degrees (Celsius, ha!) every day – miserable, and I feel like I’m always at an appointment – chiropractor 2x/week (which has helped immensely with my thigh numbness and tingling) and OB 1x/week. My pregnancy went from flying by to dragging on. I’m a planner. This whole sit around and wait to go into labor business isn’t easy and I’m trying not to read into the fact that I’ve been dilated and 50% effaced for a week and a half. I actually wasn’t checked at my appointment this week, but curiosity will get the best of me at my next appointment on Wednesday, should they not ask for an internal exam at that time. I definitely *feel* like there’s something unpleasant going on down there (TMI, sorry!) and I’ve been having Braxton Hicks quite regularly which was never the case in my last pregnancy.
My weight gain to date bounces between 21 and 22 pounds which I’m thrilled with, especially since at times it seems so undeserved – I mean, a Brownie Blizzard may have happened last night. But my obsession with s’mores seems to be on its way out and I’m craving peaches. Red Haven peaches are seriously dreamy and I’m not a huge peach lover.
I am going to try eating 6 dates a day per the mention from my midwife and after consulting with Dr. Google. It can’t hurt, I like dates, and as far as I’m concerned, anything to help ease my mind when it comes to labor is a good thing. With Shea’s delivery, ignorance was bliss. I had the “millions of women do this!” mentality and after her birth, I FEAR childbirth. This takes me back to part of that insomnia business. It seems that at least once per night I am awake thinking, “My water could break any time now…and that means the baby is coming…and I know what that means.” SCURD, you guys. Plus, there’s the complicating factor of having a little one this time around – we can’t just both giddy-up and go. So, Piper, please plan accordingly, my dear. 😉
My parents and brother are visiting us tomorrow – we’ll have to take a group selfie like my mom, Shea, and I did above. That picture is, hands down, one of my top 10 favorites of all time. Three generations. <3
Alright. Signing off for now. I’m holding onto hope that we wrap up this kitchen business quickly so I can hit the hay for a few. Ha!!!!!!