It's week 29 and Squirt now weighs in at about 2.5 pounds, he's a mover and groover and the other day he kicked my phone off my stomach on to the floor. It was hilarious. His skeleton is hardening and if I wasn't getting enough calcium I'd start crumbling like the nose of the sphinx. His head continues to grow to make space for his future rocket scientist sized brain. This week his spleen is working to create the vital mix of components that make up the important mix of crap in his blood. There's a ten dollar word for it, but I'm not going to bore you with scientific mumbo-jumbo today...(An Aside: mmmmmmm, gumbo)
I failed the one hour glucose tolerance screening so this Saturday I'm packing up The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, a hook and a ball of yarn to go sit in the lab for 3 and a half hours to ensure that I don't have gestational diabetes. I had to do this test with Sunshine and it turned out just fine but fasting for that long and then filling my stomach with the evil glucola drink makes me want to hurl. I'll end up pacing for a good part of it and rocking some as well to keep it down. Suck City! Although afterwards...bring on the nachos!
Btw, do you know what you get when you cross a tired pregnant girl with an expensive maternity pillow?
and a marked decrease in sciatica discomfort; which is a welcome relief.
As the time draws nearer I'm finding myself a little concerned about the amount of medical interventions that I see happening on the "Baby Story" shows that I watch as I'm getting ready for work each morning. I don't like IV's and I hated being stuck laboring in bed with Pumpkin. I don't want an episiotomy, let me tear if I need to, but don't slice me. I'm going to ask for them to monitor the baby via Doppler rather than the continuous fetal heart rate monitor. I'm feeling a little hippy about the whole thing and wondering if I'm even going to be able to get the epidural since I'm going to labor at home until I can't any more. It might turn out that I show up and have the kid ten minutes later. I only pushed for 20 minutes with Pumpkin and about 10 with Sunshine, this one might only need one big push. Wouldn't that be nice?...er terrifying?
Oh, and the title. Yeah I'm feeling a little irritated because I feel that at the one point in my life when I should be allowed to be a little selfish about when I rest, what I clean, How much I do, etc. I am instead being made to feel guilty because of the wants and needs of others in my home.
To quote a hilarious video I saw the other day, "I'm making a fucking baby!!!"
Right now, it's about me!