birthday disappointment and dauntingness
ER just turned 30 2 weeks ago. For his birthday I bought him a nice watch, because he wanted it… I also bought him tickets to this certain event, along with a hotel room, since it was out of town, and on a Saturday. When he opened them, he was beside himself with shock, as he never thought I would have guessed to get him this certain gift (it’s a total guys event, but I truly enjoy watching it with him). The event is less than one month from my due date, and I was totally going to go. Seems the Gods are against the entire idea… a few days later, it was realized that the event is the evening after our child birth class. Ok, no problem, we leave the class an hour early, drive 2 hours out of town, and we will be okay. Well, on Monday, I found out they decided to cancel said event, and move it to Vegas, where they can make more money than in the smaller town. Talk about pissed. We cant do that. They are refunding our money, and I have already canceled the hotel (to the tune of a $30 cancellation fee). Now the perfect present is no longer an option. I am so bummed. I’m sure not as much as ER is, but it still sucks. WTF would they do that??
I had a dr appt yesterday. I am almost 29 weeks. I have gained way more than I should, but the babe and I are both right on track. Since I was born at almost 13#, and JR was born at almost 10#, she said that starting at 37 weeks, we can start to try and push the labor some… not to the extent of actually inducing, but by stripping my membranes at least. Anything to get me to open up some. I was extremely excited. It was so miserable having a 10# baby, not to mention JR was 2 weeks late. She said she wouldn’t let me go beyond a week late, so that’s encouraging, but I don’t even want to go until the due date!! He was huge. They have scheduled me for another ultrasound too, to check the placenta. At the first ultrasound, it was found that I had a very low placenta, possibly being the cause of the few instances of bleeding. Hopefully the placenta has moved north some, otherwise, the chance for C-section just increased. I wouldn’t mind really though. It would mean no 27 hour labor again, although im sure this one would go faster, but there are no guarantees.
I feel a bit melancholy today. No real reason, I guess… maybe just realizing its almost coming to an end, which is exciting, but at the same time, my whole life is changing. JR is quite self-sufficient, and to start all over again, 9 years later, seems a bit daunting today.
