2008 March 19 — slackermama . com

Okay folks. This is it. We’re counting down HOURS here. The end is nigh. The beginning is imminent. Life, as we know it, will be turned on it’s ear. Are you scared yet? No? Cuz I am. Heh. Seriously though. Very excited. Very nervous. I can’t keep a thought in my head for more than two seconds at a time. It’s really rather pathetic.

In other news, I had my last NST this morning. Good times were had by all. Except maybe Evie who fell asleep about 5 or 10 minutes into the darned thing and kept her heart rate at a steady 120bpm the rest of the hour. Go figure. But all systems are go for tomorrow.

So here’s the drill: My c-section is scheduled for 12 noon (pacific time, yo) and I need to be down at the hospital by 10 am. We’ll probably leave here at 9:30 or so. Even so, I’ll try to throw up a post of some sort (something that probably says, “OH. MY. GOD.”) before we leave. I will be leaving the laptop in the van until I have a postpartum room all set up (along with the rest of my crap, of which I have lots), but I will have my cellphone on me. Which means two things, a) I will be able to check email, though it would be considerably more difficult to send email and b) I can twitter to my heart’s content. I can also conceivably “post to my blog” through flickr. Which is how I do the majority of my Wordless Sunday posts. And this will probably how the initial “announcement” is made. I’m trying to educate Kile on what media he is expected to take at what point throughout the day. I want video of the actual birth. But I want stills of her on the table and being brought to me. Somewhere in there, I want him to take a picture with my cellphone so that it can be sent to flickr and posted to the blog. WHEW.

So I guess my point here is that if you are interested in updates, keep an eye on Twitter, Flickr and eventually, the blog here. Once I do get settled in, I plan to fire up the laptop, post pictures to flickr in earnest and make a nice decent blog post. That probably won’t happen until evening sometime. Again, this is all pacific time, of course.

And, in case you don’t know, I am beyond thrilled at everyone’s interest and excitement in my big news. You all totally rock, you know that? I love each and every one of your comments. Your encouragement means more to me than you could possibly know.

I also have a little fun in store for you all. I decided to make a little contest out of how big you all think this baby will end up being. Harry was 7lbs 5oz at 40weeks 2days. Jackson was 6lbs even at 38weeks even. Liam was 4lbs 15oz at 37weeks even. Now, at my 35week ultrasound, the doctor thought that she weighed 5lbs 9oz. A pretty good estimate, but who knows, really.

Tomorrow I will be 37weeks 2days pregnant. What do you think her weight will be? The winner with the closest guess will be awarded Something Fabulous (that I haven’t figured out what it is yet). But you can rest assured it will be Fabulous. So whaddya say? And, in case of any “ties”, I will break it by having you all guess what TIME she will be born. Now, I know I said I’m scheduled 12pm, but we all know how these things go. I could get bumped because of an emergency or whatever. And I’m talking EXACT time. If two people guess 6lbs 2oz but one guesses 12:05 and one guesses 12:30 and she weighs 6lbs 2oz and is born at 12:25, the second person wins. Sound fair? Sound like a plan?

Let the guessing begin!

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This is the calm before the storm. The small moments of quiet (eerie though they are) before the shite hits the fan. And you know what? I feel pretty much EXACTLY about how you’d expect I would. Restless. Antsy. Unsettled. Thoughtful. Nervous. Neurotic. Perhaps this is what my dog is picking up on. Because she WILL NOT leave me ALONE. It was downright silly during my nap yesterday. Where she normally sleeps under the covers down by my knees, she insisted on having her HEAD ON MY SHOULDER and if she didn’t have the absolute worst breath in all of dog-dom, I would have thought that was real cute. Right now, even though she hates any part of her body to touch any part of Pup’s body, she is sitting on Pup (who is laying next to me in my chair) just so she can be sitting next to me. And she’s doing that goofy dog thing where they’re tired but don’t want to lay down for one reason or another (more parts of her body would have to touch more parts of Pup’s body!) but her head is dipping so low from exhaustion it’s nearly touching her toes.

Dogs are weird.

Anyhow, where was I?

Oh yes. I have about an hour and a half here of calm. And then I need to go to my last NST appointment. I’ll most likely have lunch with Kile after that because that’s the easiest thing to do at that moment in time. And then? My mother in law will be here. Which means I probably will not be napping today (even though I COULD NOT sleep last night and am v. v. exhausted) but will instead be going over plans and arrangements and household quirks with her. Tonight, there will be shopping. Hey, isn’t that what most women do the night before they give birth? (You know, other than scrub out their refrigerators.) We need to make sure there is food in the house, after all. After that? Bed. I mean, no point in staying up TOO late because I won’t be able to EAT anything after 10pm or so anyhow. GAH. And there’s that whole exhausted thing. But who am I kidding? If my eyes close anytime before midnight I’ll consider it a miracle.

I do plan to post later today, so this isn’t the last you’ll hear of me before “BABY DAY” or anything. I’m a rabid blogger, you know, and no matter how hopped up I am at the moment, nothing could keep me from my blog. You can take that to the bank.

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