For the curious out there, here are a couple belly photos of me at 40 weeks (well, 40 weeks plus 2 days, although according to the midwives, today is 40 weeks. But who's counting?? ;)
Hmm...bigger than I realized. That's what I get for not doing an update photo for 5 weeks!
It still looks like I'm carrying super high, hence our predictions of a long baby.I want to do another photo that compares all of the belly photos to date, but that will have to wait, as I don't have the time to do it now (mw appointment at 10:30...)
So. I had originally planned to have a due date party today. Not a party with lots of people, but a party that got me out of the house and that pampered me. I got the idea from another blogger, and I thought it'd be fun to follow in their footsteps by getting my nails done, having a pedicure, going shopping a little (who knows what for, I don't NEED anything...) and going out for dinner with Matt.
However, I boycotted the idea yesterday when I conned Matt into buying me something that required a lot of bargaining and concessions on both ends. It basically involved me promising to not pout when he goes to work (the whole spending the day alone thing combined with anti-socialism has made the house a scary place at 8:50am...) and to make dinner for him every day until the baby comes.
This probably seems like a ridiculous bargain to most, but if you know me, you know that I don't really cook. At all. I mean, when we got married, I had gone 4 months, probably more, and had only made 3 meals. Some housewife, huh?! Matt likes cooking though, and has never minded. So again, why is this a deal? Well, Matt agreed to it because he knew how long it takes me to do ANYthing in the kitchen, and that cooking would take up a fair amount of my time. I'm also not allowed to con him into cooking the meal for me, although he's promised to help cut raw chicken when occasion permits it. He's so good. :D
So with my afternoons taken up with cooking dinner, I don't have time to wallow and feel bored and anxious. I'm also distracted. AND my new toy distracts me. Another reason Matt gave in.
We'll see who gets the better end of the deal in the end though. The baby could come any day, and I'd have only cooked one meal (yesterday's!)
So back to the due date party. I decided that it'd be good of me to put the money I had set aside for nails, shopping and dinner towards the purchase of the conned bargain toy, rather than going out and being a teeny bit frivolous today. Because frivolity is fun, but only in small doses. AND because I promised to cook every dinner until the baby comes, I technically couldn't get away with going out for dinner today without breaking my promise.
So what am I going to do today, then, so that I don't go crazy? Well, as I mentioned before, I have a midwife appointment in half an hour, then I'm going to go grocery shopping for tonight, then I'm going to work on the series of belly photos for the updated version of this blog post, then I'll pick Matt up for lunch, go home, play with my new toy, take a nap (every day lately, seriously) and then I'll make dinner! Which I'm rather excited about. We're going to have baked trout or salmon, with homemade no-bake macaroni and cheese with broccoli. I feel very domestic just thinking about it.
Hmm...what's new other than all of that?
Well, as this is a blog about Matt AND me, I guess I could fill you in on him a little bit. ;)
He has been working REALLY hard lately, trying to get everything done that he needs to before the arrival of our baby boy. He'll work from home a little bit once the baby comes, but January is a mercilessly busy month for him and the employees at the office, with one release after another, and there's a lot to do. Not to mention the fact that one employee is away for 2 weeks and another is in the middle of moving and has been busy with that. Soooo there's a lot on his plate right now.
That doesn't mean he's miserable though (Matthew? Miserable? I can't even conceive such a notion, he's too optimistic for it!) especially when the miniature army he collects just got a major overhaul (one of the releases of the month!) The products just came in yesterday and he already has an armful of boxed miniatures that he plans to assemble and paint in his free time. He and Dave did a video of the products yesterday, and he was like a kid in a candy store.
Other than that, he's just waiting, like me, for our baby. Although probably not quite like me, because he's too practical to feel like the baby will never come. He knows the baby is coming and can therefore get appropriately and rationally excited about it. While I, on the other hand, flip flop between disbelief, excitement, fear, anxiety, happiness and intense anticipation, all in the course of 5 minutes! I'm so glad I have Matt to ground me.
Anyway, I had better finish this up so that I can be on time for my appointment. I'll probably just add on to the end of this later today, so if you're reading this morning, be sure to check in later. Who knows what exciting (or unexciting...) things my midwife will tell me this morning!
Update:
Alright. This has taken me an hour just to compile these photos! I even have an 18 week one that I just don't feel like bothering with. Sorry folks. I know, you're heartbroken, aren't you? ;)
You'll have to click on it to see the images enlarged. And I didn't notice until I saw it this small, but that 40 week photo really looks like a basketball stuffed underneath my shirt. I should take some mock belly photos once my belly is small(er!) again, and see how comparable they are.
So my midwife appointment wasn't too much to talk of. I'm disappointed because my favourite midwife who was on call this week is no longer on call. Her dad died on Tuesday and the other midwives in the practice are working to pick up her on-call-ness. BUT it means she definitely won't be there during the labour, because next week goes back to normal, and it's someone else on call that week. Bummer, huh? It's a good thing I like all of the midwives (except maybe one who is just too hippy for me, but she's on the other team.)
Elijah was apparently so far into my pelvis that the midwife I saw today could hardly feel his head. Definitely good as far as labour goes. And all the body preparing stuff. Also, my tummy having Braxton Hicks contractions 24/7 is good because it's pushing him down more and more.
I asked if she (the midwife) had any idea as to when I would go and she said she didn't. SAD. But next week for my appointment, if no-one else is in labour, then they'll do a membrane sweep which *could* naturally induce labour, so that's exciting. Also, I have a biophysical ultrasound next week to check on the little kicker which hopefully I won't need in the end.
That's pretty much it for updates, so I'm going to go now and take a nap before it's time to cook dinner for my boy (meaning Matt of course. But WEIRD that soon you won't know who I'm referring to!)
So. I had originally planned to have a due date party today. Not a party with lots of people, but a party that got me out of the house and that pampered me. I got the idea from another blogger, and I thought it'd be fun to follow in their footsteps by getting my nails done, having a pedicure, going shopping a little (who knows what for, I don't NEED anything...) and going out for dinner with Matt.
However, I boycotted the idea yesterday when I conned Matt into buying me something that required a lot of bargaining and concessions on both ends. It basically involved me promising to not pout when he goes to work (the whole spending the day alone thing combined with anti-socialism has made the house a scary place at 8:50am...) and to make dinner for him every day until the baby comes.
This probably seems like a ridiculous bargain to most, but if you know me, you know that I don't really cook. At all. I mean, when we got married, I had gone 4 months, probably more, and had only made 3 meals. Some housewife, huh?! Matt likes cooking though, and has never minded. So again, why is this a deal? Well, Matt agreed to it because he knew how long it takes me to do ANYthing in the kitchen, and that cooking would take up a fair amount of my time. I'm also not allowed to con him into cooking the meal for me, although he's promised to help cut raw chicken when occasion permits it. He's so good. :D
So with my afternoons taken up with cooking dinner, I don't have time to wallow and feel bored and anxious. I'm also distracted. AND my new toy distracts me. Another reason Matt gave in.
We'll see who gets the better end of the deal in the end though. The baby could come any day, and I'd have only cooked one meal (yesterday's!)
So back to the due date party. I decided that it'd be good of me to put the money I had set aside for nails, shopping and dinner towards the purchase of the conned bargain toy, rather than going out and being a teeny bit frivolous today. Because frivolity is fun, but only in small doses. AND because I promised to cook every dinner until the baby comes, I technically couldn't get away with going out for dinner today without breaking my promise.
So what am I going to do today, then, so that I don't go crazy? Well, as I mentioned before, I have a midwife appointment in half an hour, then I'm going to go grocery shopping for tonight, then I'm going to work on the series of belly photos for the updated version of this blog post, then I'll pick Matt up for lunch, go home, play with my new toy, take a nap (every day lately, seriously) and then I'll make dinner! Which I'm rather excited about. We're going to have baked trout or salmon, with homemade no-bake macaroni and cheese with broccoli. I feel very domestic just thinking about it.
Hmm...what's new other than all of that?
Well, as this is a blog about Matt AND me, I guess I could fill you in on him a little bit. ;)
He has been working REALLY hard lately, trying to get everything done that he needs to before the arrival of our baby boy. He'll work from home a little bit once the baby comes, but January is a mercilessly busy month for him and the employees at the office, with one release after another, and there's a lot to do. Not to mention the fact that one employee is away for 2 weeks and another is in the middle of moving and has been busy with that. Soooo there's a lot on his plate right now.
That doesn't mean he's miserable though (Matthew? Miserable? I can't even conceive such a notion, he's too optimistic for it!) especially when the miniature army he collects just got a major overhaul (one of the releases of the month!) The products just came in yesterday and he already has an armful of boxed miniatures that he plans to assemble and paint in his free time. He and Dave did a video of the products yesterday, and he was like a kid in a candy store.
Other than that, he's just waiting, like me, for our baby. Although probably not quite like me, because he's too practical to feel like the baby will never come. He knows the baby is coming and can therefore get appropriately and rationally excited about it. While I, on the other hand, flip flop between disbelief, excitement, fear, anxiety, happiness and intense anticipation, all in the course of 5 minutes! I'm so glad I have Matt to ground me.
Anyway, I had better finish this up so that I can be on time for my appointment. I'll probably just add on to the end of this later today, so if you're reading this morning, be sure to check in later. Who knows what exciting (or unexciting...) things my midwife will tell me this morning!
Update:
Alright. This has taken me an hour just to compile these photos! I even have an 18 week one that I just don't feel like bothering with. Sorry folks. I know, you're heartbroken, aren't you? ;)
You'll have to click on it to see the images enlarged. And I didn't notice until I saw it this small, but that 40 week photo really looks like a basketball stuffed underneath my shirt. I should take some mock belly photos once my belly is small(er!) again, and see how comparable they are.So my midwife appointment wasn't too much to talk of. I'm disappointed because my favourite midwife who was on call this week is no longer on call. Her dad died on Tuesday and the other midwives in the practice are working to pick up her on-call-ness. BUT it means she definitely won't be there during the labour, because next week goes back to normal, and it's someone else on call that week. Bummer, huh? It's a good thing I like all of the midwives (except maybe one who is just too hippy for me, but she's on the other team.)
Elijah was apparently so far into my pelvis that the midwife I saw today could hardly feel his head. Definitely good as far as labour goes. And all the body preparing stuff. Also, my tummy having Braxton Hicks contractions 24/7 is good because it's pushing him down more and more.
I asked if she (the midwife) had any idea as to when I would go and she said she didn't. SAD. But next week for my appointment, if no-one else is in labour, then they'll do a membrane sweep which *could* naturally induce labour, so that's exciting. Also, I have a biophysical ultrasound next week to check on the little kicker which hopefully I won't need in the end.
That's pretty much it for updates, so I'm going to go now and take a nap before it's time to cook dinner for my boy (meaning Matt of course. But WEIRD that soon you won't know who I'm referring to!)
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