Another week; another doctor’s visit.
It was another 5 minute check-up with little information, just checking the normal “vitals” of blood pressure, pee and weight. His heartbeat was 150, which is within the normal range for the little man, blood pressure is good and no weight gained. How can that be after all these showers with awesome food and yummy cake? Oh well, no complaints here as long as baby is growing. Which he is, proved by the size of my ever expanding belly! I forgot to ask again what my measurement was but Dr. Mies said that he is lying sideways as this point in time…as long as he is in the right place when it is go time we are fine with where he is at! She also said that we have 1 week and 6 days until the point of no return, at that time they will not stop us from going into labor! Reality comes crashing down when you can measure in days the time in which could have a child.
We had baby class again last night with the extreme pleasure of watching the “birth video”. I honestly do not understand why they show this lovely cinematic treasure to first time pregnant ladies. There was an audible gasp during the really bad moments, at which time Mike was prying my fingers off of the arm of my chair. At the very end of the video, after scaring the poop out of everyone in the room, the teacher announces none of these women had any kind of medicinal support or epidural. Well, thank you very much for not pointing that out until after I have had a panic attack. I understand the necessity for this video, but man alive it is a tough 30 minutes.
We again had a practice session of relaxation techniques and we have come to realize that we are pretty much the naughty kids in class. Many of you who know I am not a touchy-feely person and all the rubbing and massaging practiced in class is not my thing. So as all the dad’s are lovingly stroking and massaging their partner’s necks and shoulders and so on and so forth, Mike is just standing there looking at me as we giggle. People probably think we are pretty childish but it is what I have commanded and Mike knows this is one commandment to never break.
Now, since I have set the precedent of allowing myself to apologize to people here, I would like to take this time to apologize to Mike. I am a fairly rational person, prone to crazy outbreaks once a month give or take. Last night my poor husband got the brunt of one of my pregnancy freak-out moments. We got home with plans to watch a movie, however I decided to go upstairs and go to bed. Upstairs there was just a bit of laundry to finish up so I began to fold and put away the small pile of clothes. The pile contained a pair of Mike’s socks so as I opened up his sock drawer to put them away I realized there is no way on earth a sock drawer could be that unorganized. I proceeded to take everything out of his sock drawer and organize it. When Mike came in he asked why I wasn’t in bed I told him the world would just not be right without me reorganizing HIS sock drawer. He looked at me and said something about nesting. To be honest, I have no idea what he even said, just that the sentence used the word nesting. And to me, in my preggy brain it was like he had just hurled the worst insult at me. I will not divulge what happened next, but to be honest and fair, I was a very not nice person. So, to my wonderful husband whom I love and adore, I apologize for being a pregzilla. I promise to not be offended when you point out my nesting tendencies no matter how crazy they are. I promise to contain the craziness and hold back on my urges to put everything in just the right place. And to all of you out there, who think nesting is a myth, be aware it is a real and evil inclination not to be dismissed. You have been warned…
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