Three Days/Whine Time

First things first.  The dead little Christmas tree that Todd planted at my behest two years ago is down.  It was a skeleton and I knew it had to go.  I think the plow broke it over the winter.  It saved me from digging it up.  But I didn't stick in the trash can like I should have.  Next week.

I had a rough weekend last week physically.  I thought on Friday evening I was possibly headed for labor and I panicked a little.  My first response was that I had to iron and hang the kitchen curtains.  Nuts, right?  Todd was like leave that alone, but I couldn't.  It HAD to get done.  My back was killing me and I was having strong Braxton-Hicks contraction most of the night.  The next morning, I was OK and so I knew it wasn't labor.  On Thursday night this week, it was back and worse.  I spent much of the evening and the night on all fours.  This morning I have another back ache.  Who would have guessed my biggest torture these final days would be excruciating back problems.  Todd has been scolding me to take it easy and I've been trying, but it can be hard when you know there are things to get done.

On Wednesday, I had my sonogram and non-stress test.  She was measuring eight pounds, nine ounces...give or take a pound and four ounces.  That's kind of funny.  Anyhow, a pound less than she would have been has she kept up the rate of growth she had been at.  It was good news as I no longer had the anxiety of having to "choose" a c-section.  However, my hypertension is the cause of her slowed growth....the placenta starts to harden and fail at the end of pregnancies with high blood pressure, which is why they are inducing me on Tuesday.

I'm excited and scared of labor, even though I've been through it (or perhaps BECAUSE I've been through it).  I am ready to have her here.  My biggest hope is that it won't happen like with Abbey....that it doesn't work at first and they have to try again the next day.  That's emotionally draining.

With Bobby not  main source of babysitting, we had a bit of  scramble.  Of course, everyone works during the day, so it can be hard. Todd's stepmother is on vacation Sunday through Thursday, but he asked his brother Charlie, who is mostly retired, to come during the day.  My first response was to be nervous.... I mean, Abbey can be a handful and she doesn't really talk.  But Todd pointed out that it's probably good for the kids...and maybe, I need to let go more and that my kids are growing up and may surprise me. He is absolutely right.

My back hurts enough right now that I am nauseous.  I can't wait to get her out.  And if I ever, ever say something silly about being nostalgic for pregnancy, kick me.