Yesterday was a pretty good day for the most part...well parts of it were good and parts of it were less than stellar. I got to have a moderate 'sleep' in. I use sleep in quotes because, lets face it sleep is not something that I get to do for more than an hour at a time really. I have been feeling myself getting sick, which is terrible because I was just sick 2 weeks ago and here I was about to get sick again. Common cold with the added benefit of an nasty sore throat that made it extremely difficult to swallow. Oh, and pink eye in both eyes.
I went to the doc and because I am almost 39 weeks pregnant they sent me to the OB/GYN clinic.Well, Ok. The doctor examined me and said, :Yeah you have an upper respiratory infection and there is not much we can do for it." and gave the standard yadda yadda; liquids, hydrate, salt water rinse. As I was walking out I reminded her about the pink eye and asked for something for it and she said, "That is something that you will have to go to internal medicine for." Grrrrrrrrr
I traveled my happy ass to internal medicine and put in a request for the medication and I sat and sat and sat some more. Physician's assistant came out and said that the doc wanted to look at my eyes and see if I needed the medicine (even though I have had pink eye several times ) Sure fine, I will wait. I sat in the room for 10 min and the nurse came in and said that the doc would see me but I needed to go out to the lobby and register again and pay the copay AGAIN to be seen. So I got up and left. I have neosporin at home and it does the same thing (read this on a pediatrician's blog once).
Lunch was obtained and napping occurred, both super lovely things. Right now I have weekly pregnancy massage appointments at a local birthing center and I went and saw my best friend of the moment Kirstin who does such a lovely rub. She asked if I wanted her to do acupressure on the spots that can help to jump start labor and I said to go for it. Did a little focused breathing practice while she pushed hard on a few spots that are supposed to help encourage labor to start.
Because of this crazy..I.Must.Get.Things.Done.Before.The.Baby.Comes insanity going on in my head I had an appointment at Dream Dinners to go make some dinners so that I could fill up my freezer with food since I doubt I will be much in the mood to cook for quite some time, (love love love me some Dream Dinners, look them up if you are so inclined. There may be one in your area www.dreamdinners.com) When that task was finished I went and had the manna of preggos everywhere, Taco Bell...Mmmmmm Taco Bell but I'll be damned if I didn't break a tooth on my nachos. FARK! There is no way in hell that I can do labor with a cracked crown because I will certainly break it the rest of the way and then I will have to worry about that on top of everything else I have to worry about.
Fell asleep at a lovely hour of 10 and then was awakened by small contractions at 4am. They were not so strong that I had to focus or breathe through them but they were annoying enough to wake me up and keep me awake for awhile. I pretended to sleep through them and it is possible that I dozed here and there. After all, that is the only sleep I get anyway dozing every 45 to 90 min.
Went to the doctor for an ultrasound to check baby position and she is all kittywhompus in there. Head down but sideways. Curved in a C along my right side and "butt where your pancreas used to be" with an added twist in the middle for gymnastic emphasis. She had best figure it out and turn the correct way and soon. That won't be fun to try to push out. The ultrasound tech said, "She is 7lbs 15oz, give or take 20oz" GIVE OR TAKE 20 OZ? That means 9lbs 2oz OR 6lbs 4oz if my math is correct. That seems like an insane range, holy guacamole people. Wish me luck or plastic surgery to fix this up when I'm done.
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