So when do you think Scoop with be born and what will she weigh?
Here is how the voting is going so far:
Amy: 9lb 3 oz. Amy, any guess on the date?
Joy: Feb 9 8lb 10oz and 20 inches
Radsad: Feb 11 9lb 2 oz
Karmyn: Feb 12 8lb 12oz
Molly: Feb 13 8lb 2 oz
Mrs. Squirrel: Feb 13 8lb 7oz
Beckie: Feb 14 9lb 2oz
Kellie: Feb 14 9lb 4oz
Chick: Feb 15 8lb 11oz
Lisa: Feb 16 9lb 5oz
CPAMom: Feb 17 10 pounds even
Hannah: Feb 17 9lb 1oz
Dani: Feb 18 9lb 1oz
Emma: Feb 22 9lb 9oz
Rachel- someone else already voted what you voted- want to vote again?
There is still time to vote. There may be a prize involved. Of course it will take me four months to send it to you but eventually you would get it.
Showing posts with label Art of Gestation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art of Gestation. Show all posts
Friday, February 01, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Didn’t mean to leave for a whole week. I’m not really sure where the time went. What has been going on this past week?
Some of you may recall, my house is small. I mean small, 900 square feet small. We have done quite a bit of rearranging to make sure Scoop actually has a place to sleep. Never mind space for diapers, bottles and assorted other baby crap.
Last Friday she wasn’t really moving around much so I went to the hospital for monitoring. Her movements were down a bit but after icy cranberry juice she perked up. Already scaring her mama.
Brat.
Monday I had my regularly scheduled monitoring.
She was perfect!
The Big Guy is on vacation this week. He’s out right now so I can write this post.
I was supposed to see my Ob-gyn Monday afternoon but he got called away to a delivery and we rescheduled for Tuesday (yesterday).
Since I didn’t have to go to the doctor the Big Guy says, “Let’s go look at mini vans.”
Do you remember the Fun Monday when I told you how much I LOVED my Ford Taurus?
No?
Well, I LOVE my Ford Taurus.
I mean, I used to love my Ford Taurus.
Because now?
I have a freakin’ mini van.
Dammit.
It was the right thing to do.
How could we cram a 17 year old, a booster seat and a baby carrier into the back of the Taurus?
It was the right thing to do, right?
Went to the Ob-gyn yesterday and baby looks good.
But my blood pressure was a little high.
He thinks it’s just because I’m getting a cold but wants me to do the 24 hour urine test just to be safe.
For the next 24 hours I get to collect all my urine.
Glad to know that aren’t you?
Do you have any idea how hard it is to pee into a cup that you can’t even see because your baby belly is in the way?
Skid Row bums don’t piss on themselves as much as I have today!
I’m off to see what you guys have been up to.
I’ve missed you!
Depending on what the Big Guy is doing these next few days I may not be back until Monday.
See ya!
Some of you may recall, my house is small. I mean small, 900 square feet small. We have done quite a bit of rearranging to make sure Scoop actually has a place to sleep. Never mind space for diapers, bottles and assorted other baby crap.
Last Friday she wasn’t really moving around much so I went to the hospital for monitoring. Her movements were down a bit but after icy cranberry juice she perked up. Already scaring her mama.
Brat.
Monday I had my regularly scheduled monitoring.
She was perfect!
The Big Guy is on vacation this week. He’s out right now so I can write this post.
I was supposed to see my Ob-gyn Monday afternoon but he got called away to a delivery and we rescheduled for Tuesday (yesterday).
Since I didn’t have to go to the doctor the Big Guy says, “Let’s go look at mini vans.”
Do you remember the Fun Monday when I told you how much I LOVED my Ford Taurus?
No?
Well, I LOVE my Ford Taurus.
I mean, I used to love my Ford Taurus.
Because now?
I have a freakin’ mini van.
Dammit.
It was the right thing to do.
How could we cram a 17 year old, a booster seat and a baby carrier into the back of the Taurus?
It was the right thing to do, right?
Went to the Ob-gyn yesterday and baby looks good.
But my blood pressure was a little high.
He thinks it’s just because I’m getting a cold but wants me to do the 24 hour urine test just to be safe.
For the next 24 hours I get to collect all my urine.
Glad to know that aren’t you?
Do you have any idea how hard it is to pee into a cup that you can’t even see because your baby belly is in the way?
Skid Row bums don’t piss on themselves as much as I have today!
I’m off to see what you guys have been up to.
I’ve missed you!
Depending on what the Big Guy is doing these next few days I may not be back until Monday.
See ya!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Wow, Two Posts In One Week
Yes, I have been MIA for oh, say the last six months or so. Sorry about that.
Why have I been gone?
I think bullets will come in handy here.
They make things semi coherent even when they aren’t.
Six months ago the Big Guy took a day shift. This means he was home at night. I don’t really go on the computer when he is home. That was a promise I made to myself a long time ago- don’t neglect the family for the computer.
It’s true he usually falls asleep quite early on the couch and I could have blogged except for the fact that I have been in bed around eight o’clock every night.
Why?
This pregnancy has kicked my ass from start til (almost) finish!
I really am too old for this shit.
I went to my Ob-gyn yesterday.
He said I am now in my 37th week.
Am I the only person confused by how they calculate pregnancy?
I thought yesterday was week 36 but he tells me they refer to it as being in your 37th week.
My due date is February 19 (according to the doc) February 15 (according to me- hey I know when the boinking took place and the period time frames).
Let’s face it this baby is coming when she is good and ready to come.
It’s a girl. I told you that, right?
I am now out on maternity leave.
My last work day was yesterday.
I am so glad to be away from that place for a while. I just could not take any more.
Maybe I’ll be able to get some more blogging in!
Except, the Big Guy is on vacation next week.
I hope he plans on helping and not just getting in the way.
I went to the high risk doc a few weeks ago and he said Scoop is going to be a “big one”.
How big?
Nine pounds.
Ok.
Ebaby was 8lb 14oz so I think I can, I think I can.
The Big Guy had balls enough to say last night that he wasn’t looking forward to seeing me push out a huge baby.
I think you can guess what (and how) I said to him.
Who wants to guess when and how big this baby will be?
That’s it for now.
Maybe I’ll see you again this week.
Why have I been gone?
I think bullets will come in handy here.
They make things semi coherent even when they aren’t.
Six months ago the Big Guy took a day shift. This means he was home at night. I don’t really go on the computer when he is home. That was a promise I made to myself a long time ago- don’t neglect the family for the computer.
It’s true he usually falls asleep quite early on the couch and I could have blogged except for the fact that I have been in bed around eight o’clock every night.
Why?
This pregnancy has kicked my ass from start til (almost) finish!
I really am too old for this shit.
I went to my Ob-gyn yesterday.
He said I am now in my 37th week.
Am I the only person confused by how they calculate pregnancy?
I thought yesterday was week 36 but he tells me they refer to it as being in your 37th week.
My due date is February 19 (according to the doc) February 15 (according to me- hey I know when the boinking took place and the period time frames).
Let’s face it this baby is coming when she is good and ready to come.
It’s a girl. I told you that, right?
I am now out on maternity leave.
My last work day was yesterday.
I am so glad to be away from that place for a while. I just could not take any more.
Maybe I’ll be able to get some more blogging in!
Except, the Big Guy is on vacation next week.
I hope he plans on helping and not just getting in the way.
I went to the high risk doc a few weeks ago and he said Scoop is going to be a “big one”.
How big?
Nine pounds.
Ok.
Ebaby was 8lb 14oz so I think I can, I think I can.
The Big Guy had balls enough to say last night that he wasn’t looking forward to seeing me push out a huge baby.
I think you can guess what (and how) I said to him.
Who wants to guess when and how big this baby will be?
That’s it for now.
Maybe I’ll see you again this week.
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