This is what excitement looks like

OMG! ELEVEN DAYS, REALLY? This lack of posting thing is hard. Not just because I want to blog and blather on about nothing that really matters, but because I really miss you. But I know you all understand how busy I am waddling around, eating ice cream and complaining about how fat I look. Well, when I put it that way, it doesn't sound like I'm all that busy, but the time went somewhere...(where did it go??) Oh yeah. It went into all the excitement. Not me. Her:

If only I could drink whatever she's drinking (water?), life would be sooo fun. Anyway, the lovely Kelly asked how my July baby shower went so I thought "oh, now there's a blog post," (mainly because I can remember little else of these 31 weeks...) And if the baby thing isn't your, yaaaaknow, cup of proverbial tea, then here's a re-cap of everything else just to catch you up.

Writing: Other than for work, I haven't been. Oh, I have signed some checks, though. I think that counts.

Hubs: He now coaches the offspring's soccer team! And here's proof of just how much she *loves it:

Work: I get it done.

Family: My little brother was home from Afghanistan for about 3 weeks and now he's off to Australia to be with his preggo wife. I won't see him again until his baby is about 5 months old *cries*

Life:.......*crickets*...............

So there you have it. The only excitement I have anymore are the days I can see my feet. So...none. Except for that baby shower. The cake was great (notice what I paid most attention to).

We got a few much-needed things, though are still trying to prepare before baby Sully makes his grand entrance. A few weeks back, I was having pretty severe contractions, so the doc put me on restriction (i.e. GET OFF MY FEET). For those of you who actually know me, this is not possible.
1) Because I'm stubborn
2) Because I have cleaning OCD
3) Because I take care of a 4yo all day, by myself. And if she's gonna have all that fun, I have to re-fill her water cup often.

While the contractions haven't gotten worse, I have tried to let the small things go. Like not wiping the counters a third time. And so far, baby is still baking! Yay for well-done buns! I only hope he doesn't collect heads like offspring #1.

So there you go, friends. I miss you in an obsessive, stalkerish way. I wish I were kidding.

Now you tell me, if a doctor ordered you off your feet for SIX WEEKS, could you do it?? 
Be honest.

Candyland. OUT.

Circles

Sorry it's been so long, friends. There are days I'm so tired I can't remember if I've
a) bathed (I can't smell me)
b) fed my child ( I think so, though, because she seems to keep growing)
c) flushed the toilet...

My first pregnancy, I was spoiled with naps and rest while young, shirtless, men fed me grapes and other finger fruits (i.e. the hubs threw a candy bar at me on his way to the shower). I was off work due to complications, had little responsibilities and many aspirations of one day being the next [female] Steven Tyler.

But this one is SO different.

I have to actually do stuff. Work. Raise a person while growing one. Take care of bills and errands and offspring school stuff and cleaning and and and...My point is, I'm drained me to the point of nearly forgetting my name. Call me Beth. Or Tina. I don't care.

But despite my fatigue, something happened. I started having strong contractions, so I called my doctor. He asked me to come in for some sort of test that determines if I'm in pre-term labor. Luckily, I was not, but due to the last pregnancy, and the delicacy of this one, he put me on restriction and made weekly visits for the [horrible] test mandatory...until I deliver...which is suppose to be another 11 weeks.

The thing that got me wasn't what he said, how he said it or even what was happening. The baby will come when he wants to. All I can do is hope he waits until he's healthy enough. What really stung was the room they put me in. Not since September 28th, 2009 had I been in that corner office.

Almost exactly 2 years since the day he told me my baby was dead; the day before the "tissue" was removed...

But instead of feeling anxious, short of breath, or even panicked, I felt a sense of totality. Like everything has come one hundred percent full circle. Once in the room where life had ended, I was now there waiting for life to begin (continue). It was surreal. And I realize now more than ever how blessed I am to have been chosen to carry this baby. And I will tell myself this through every singe of heartburn, every body ache, every  swollen inch of skin.

Tell me, friends, what have I been missing (other than you)?


Candyland+babySully. OUT.