I know that it's okay if I don't finish every thing on my list... but I'd really like to put a dent in it before the Boy arrives, because it would make things a little bit easier.
Yesterday, part of the reason for my blog silence in the morning, was that I was having "birthing waves" (the name in my hypno-book for contractions for anyone who's confused!) that were really strong, every few minutes. Between the shower and getting dressed I counted like six. They lasted around a minute, made my legs shake (although they weren't painful, they just felt very strong), and made me wonder if this was really it, as I made Paul promise to keep his phone on while he was in class. They kept on, on and off, for most of the day. I knew that if I blogged, I wouldn't be able to write about anything else... and so... no post.
I began by seeing if sitting/laying on the couch stopped them. No such luck. So then I went the other route and threw myself into freezer cooking. It didn't speed them up, so I kept at it and had six meals in the freeze by nighttime.
I did joke a bit that going into labor now, at not quite 35 weeks, is likely my only chance of having a 7 lb baby (since according to their estimates, that's how big he should be this coming week)... but I could use another four weeks to get everything ready... because my super nesting urges have finally kicked in.
The nesting instinct arrived in the form of cleaning the basement out, which was the project for Sadie and I over the course of the last three naps that Mae took.
Our basement is actually pretty neat in terms of size. It has a large room with a fire place, a large room with the washer and dryer and furnace, a smaller entry room with shelves, and a "full bathroom" that's a tiny bit scary. When we moved *someone* in the house was in a hurry and took all the boxes that were unpacked straight down and piled them in all three of the rooms, until there was hardly any room to move.
Sadie played in a large box while I broke boxes down and rearranged the remaining full boxes (which are mostly full of theology books and baby girl stuff). Yesterday we finished the job: the laundry room has no boxes, but will have a drying rack, shelves, and a ton of space, the big fireplace room has boxes, with their labels out, lining the walls, with the middle of the floor clear, and the entry way has our stroller in it, the recycling and more shelving.
Now I just need to move the remaining cleaning supplies down to free up room in the rest of the house and I'll be ready to move on to the rest of my lengthy to do list.
I was amazed that she remembered that we'd watched it last year on Saint Therese's feast day... and even more amazed that she wanted to watch it again, since there's a scary part and a few sad parts.
I reminded her of the scary and sad parts and she shook her head, adamant. And so, I finally pressed play and snuggled on the couch with her to watch the movie.
Thankfully, the soundtrack announces any scary parts in advance of said scariness happening, and each time Sadie suddenly found an excuse to go into the kitchen and then rushed back in to see what had happened (had Pranzini the criminal been executed? Was Therese cured of her illness?).
Throughout the movie, and after the movie was over, she asked a non-stop stream of questions both about Saint Therese and about why things were different in the movie than they are now (we had to discuss how they didn't have the same types of medicine when Saint Therese was alive and so lots of things that are cured now, didn't have the same outcomes back then, in depth).
And that was the end of our Saint Therese feast day!
I think Michigan winters are intimidating me...especially in the wake of our tropical year.
It's easy to find warm clothes for the Boy. He's set.
But when I enter the girls section for Sadie (who's really the one who needs new clothes since she just won't stop growing and we don't have hand me downs for her) I'm overwhelmed. Sequins seem to be big right now. But I'm not spending $17 on a pair of stretch pants covered in sequins. And will stretch pants even be warm enough (I have been stocking up on the $4 stretch pants at Walmart and Meijer when they go on sale)?
I did order a supply of fleece to make the girls pants and tops with (also high on the to do list) and have been using my supply of stretch knit cotton to make pajamas, and each child has a minky blanket that I'm sewing coming in their present bags for the hospital, but really when I look at the clothes in the stores, I'm baffled.
On the racks there are stretch pants made of t-shirt material... and full snow suits. Will they wear snow suits every day? Every time we go outside? Because I have a feeling stretch pants won't be cutting it in terms of warmth for my warm blooded girls...
I'm pleased to say that temperatures in the 60s now feels like short sleeve weather for me. Our house hit 70 yesterday, thanks to my freezer cooking drive, and I opened a window. So at least we're adjusting a bit... Still, I have a feeling that after a winter of 80s last year, this year is going to feel mighty cold...
Okay, to be honest, I'm not sure this even counts as "making" a blanket since it was pretty simple.
I'd bought two yards of fleece "State" fabric and two packages of satin edging and I sewed the edging on and folded it up and handed it to him on our anniversary.
Paul, who'd been asking for a fleece blanket with satin edging for years (and wondering aloud how he could have a wife who sews for hours and hours every night but could never seem to find the time to make aforementioned blanket), was pretty happy.
The girls, however, are the really silly ones. They are in love with Daddy's blanket. It doesn't matter that we have a ridiculous supply of blankets that have accumulated over the course of their pregnancies and infant-hoods, this blanket is the best thing ever. They snuggle in the mornings on the couch with it. They snuggle before dinner time on the couch with it.
I jumped when I saw that the State fleece had gone on sale last week at Hobby Lobby... but somehow I have a feeling that their matching blankets won't be nearly as awesome to cuddle with as Daddy's blanket is. Because it's Daddy's...
I did find a paper yesterday with a list of things that patients at the practice I'm going to are entitled to, and was pleasantly surprised. It included the right to have a hep lock instead of an IV, and the right to move around during the birth process with only intermittent monitoring (unless there was a problem of some sort). Just knowing that I would be allowed to be up and about and have a hep lock would make me feel infinitely better. My fear, after talking to the other office partner, is that a hospital VBAC will mean being strapped to the fetal monitoring machine with an IV in, stuck in bed... and I know that would seriously decrease our chances of avoiding a c-section again.
I'm a little impatient to talk to my doctor again (instead of his office partners... and my next appointment is with another office partner). You see, he mentioned in our first meeting that he'd like me to be at the hospital from the very beginning of labor... and I have a feeling that would turn into a "are you going fast enough" push by the staff that's there, even if that's not part of my doctor's agenda...
Okay... I'm jaded... what can I say?
So... I have a list of questions... and am still waiting to hear back from the doula place... It will make me feel infinitely better if I can set up something with them soon!
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