one down, four to go
the first of our little cluster of subsequent babies has arrived: nervouskitty's eleanor grace was born thursday and all is apparently well. i'm a little bitter there aren't any pictures yet (hey - it's been nearly 72 hours, people), but i'll try to hold on a little longer.
that leaves julian's mom and sillyhummingbird and pixi and me...and no offense to my fellow imminently-expectant mothers, but i really don't want to be last. i will lose my fucking mind. i'm kind of hanging by a thread as it is. yesterday, justin called from work to discuss supper, and i broke down. it was too complicated to discuss what to have with the veg sausages we planned to grill. today's not much better, and my state of mind is aggrevated by the heat: approximately 93F. there's no central air in our old house, and there are really only two windows that can accomodate individual units; i have both of them blaring, and three fans, but it's still heating up, and the more the heat rises, the more my spirits lag. i'm trying to hold very still so as not to generate any heat, but i don't think it's working.
the weekends are always a struggle, since they're the longest stretches i have between check-ups. i start to doubt the vigor of milo's movements, even when kick counts and doppler checks are good. and now that justin works weekends, i tend to sit home by myself, which is not a great recipe for positive thoughts. i haven't felt like being social; i have lovely friends, but no one relates to my anxiety. i might go to my mom's in these stretches, except that i can't exactly jump on planes now. i need to weed, but it's too hot and i can't comfortably get down on the ground to do it anyway. the floors need to be swept and mopped, but it's too damn hot. i finished one baby book and can't get into the other one. i need to do some baby laundry but that involves multiple trips up and down two flights of stairs - too much movement in the heat.
i'm going to stop whining now - even that uses too much energy.
*****
it gets more and more like christmas around here; in addition to the groovy clothes and stuffed platypus clare sent him, milo has received the following presents this week:
that leaves julian's mom and sillyhummingbird and pixi and me...and no offense to my fellow imminently-expectant mothers, but i really don't want to be last. i will lose my fucking mind. i'm kind of hanging by a thread as it is. yesterday, justin called from work to discuss supper, and i broke down. it was too complicated to discuss what to have with the veg sausages we planned to grill. today's not much better, and my state of mind is aggrevated by the heat: approximately 93F. there's no central air in our old house, and there are really only two windows that can accomodate individual units; i have both of them blaring, and three fans, but it's still heating up, and the more the heat rises, the more my spirits lag. i'm trying to hold very still so as not to generate any heat, but i don't think it's working.
the weekends are always a struggle, since they're the longest stretches i have between check-ups. i start to doubt the vigor of milo's movements, even when kick counts and doppler checks are good. and now that justin works weekends, i tend to sit home by myself, which is not a great recipe for positive thoughts. i haven't felt like being social; i have lovely friends, but no one relates to my anxiety. i might go to my mom's in these stretches, except that i can't exactly jump on planes now. i need to weed, but it's too hot and i can't comfortably get down on the ground to do it anyway. the floors need to be swept and mopped, but it's too damn hot. i finished one baby book and can't get into the other one. i need to do some baby laundry but that involves multiple trips up and down two flights of stairs - too much movement in the heat.
i'm going to stop whining now - even that uses too much energy.
*****
it gets more and more like christmas around here; in addition to the groovy clothes and stuffed platypus clare sent him, milo has received the following presents this week:
- a piratey romper
- four striped caps
- a fuzzy blanket that looks like a fish (complete with a tail)
- a fish mobile
- a froggy eating set, including a sippy cup with webbed feet
i must take some more pictures. i love, love, love looking at his little things. he is going to be such a lucky boy, even if he has a loon for a mother.
posted by laura at 1:27 PM
3 Comments:
I hear the hanging on by a thread thing--I didn't get my kick count after trying two separate times and called my Dr. and went to L&D at 9 p.m. only to have the kid kick as soon as the belts were on. Yes--I felt like a complete ass but cried my eyes out with relief nonetheless. I think my husband is developing a nervous twitch b/c of me! (not that he'd complain about it in my state!!) And I have a really hard time b/w checkups. How is it possible to walk out of a fantastic BPP and worry?
And yes--I don't want to be last either! Perhaps the universe will be kind and we'll all go at the same time--is that a weird request??
Looking forward to all of our great news--even if it means being last. Always thinking of you.
My sister had her baby last week (wed 12th). She was due on the 26th so I had always lumped her in with you and Alysse and the others in this little cluster of preggos, and expected my new niece to arrive on the same days. Ingrid had a girl called Eliza Dorothy, 7 pounds and only 3 hours labour. To tell you the truth, I am so emotional and raw, I have hardly been able to look at this baby without feeling sad and jealous. I am so excited and happy about Milo and Natalie... and the rest. These babies will be rockstars from day one because they already have a fanclub. seriously Laura, it's not long now... I'm counting down the days... and I would love nursey photos (and prompt Milo photos when he's arrived).
xClare
I am counting down the days right here with you, and am doing all I can to stay busy and sane. I'm so glad I did the baby laundry when I did b/c I cannot even bend down now. I did finally get my ass in gear and pack my hospital bag, which was a good thing since the trip to L&D was a huge wake-up call! The L&D doctor recommended that I do kick counts until I go into labor, which kind of freaked me out. I do pay attention to Natalie's movement, but not in a very specific way because I don't want to make myself crazy with worry... Not much longer now!! Try to hang in there. Maybe you should go to the mall or a movie or something and sit in the A/C?
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