Last Day as a Preggo

Tomorrow I give birth to the final member of The Triad.
Was The Triad good or evil on "Charmed"?**
I can't remember...eh, either way. Everyone switched back and forth on that show so much...
Anyway, can you see how my brain is working lately, as in to say, not working at all.

My mom is here and today for my ultimate Mother's Day present she kidnapped not only my children but also my husband and made them go shopping! Ha!
I am supposed to be resting, packing my bag for the hospital and making guacamole for their return home. Yes, I make great guac.

Instead, I caught up on my e-mails, closed out my craft shop for my new mother hiatus and read celebrity gossip online.
In that order.

As for the impending birth, I am nervous. Nervous both because egad ANOTHER life I'm responsible for is joining the world AND doing so via a giant gaping hole in my belly.
Surgery freaks me out. I know it will be fine and I never have to do this again, but it still freaks me out. I will have to force myself to sleep tonight. I had MAD trouble sleeping last night and ended up dreaming about being married to Adam Sandler. Oy vey. Niiiightmare!

Where was I going with this?
Oh, I have no idea.


I'll have someone snap a final preggo pic and post it tonight for the most official "before" pic possible. You will not get a picture of me at 5 am heading into the hospital. That's just not going to happen. What little pride and dignity I have left won't allow that to happen.
The lighting is not great, but here is the last pic!

And then tomorrow evening, the baby update will be up! Wow! Tomorrow!!!!!!!!!
Yipes.

I better go clean something, just for good measure.


**You know me, I can't live not knowing something. Google reveals The Triad are evil demons.

A week from today...

A week from today...in fact, from RIGHT NOW! I'll be an official mother of three! Yay! and Yipes!

I'm excited, scared, nervous, freaking out, joyful, tired, happy, fat and did I say tired?

Actually, I'm not that fat. I'm on weekly appointments now of course and my weight has actually gone DOWN at the last two check-ups. I lost 2.5 pounds in weeks 35-36 and 36-37. Now I'm in week 38...I think I'm holding steady. I'm still at least 12 pounds lighter than I was when I delivered either Elizabeth OR Dylan, so hopefully beating back the baby weight won't be so hard this summer!
If you'll recall, I was getting super fly last summer thanks to Extreme Fat Smash and Celebrity Fit Club when my husband noticed how fly I was getting and promptly knocked me up. Thanks hon.

In total, I think I've only gained 20-25 pounds with this pregnancy, which is right on the money. With the two others I was around that mark too. I'm apparently not one of those mothers-to-be who eats everything in the pantry and gains 70 pounds with each kid. Don't get me wrong. I eat everything in the pantry. I just somehow burn it up with my uber-preggo-metabolism. Huzzah!
I wish it would last post-partum!
It also can't be a coincidence that as my brood grows larger and crazier, I have less time to eat Cheetos and am required to expend more energy on tactical crisis management aka "Dylan's running down the driveway!" or "Bits-uh-bith!!! That's mine! That's mine! That's MIIIIIIIIINE!!!!!!!!!!!"

Yeah, good times.
Have kids. Join me.

Those with kids, you know...oh, you know.

Even though I cleaned a lot yesterday, I swear the house is still messy. I need to de-clutter now. Unfortunately, now I'm really tired from all the effort yesterday. Sigh. Oh well.

I really should have taken before/after pictures of the giant strange invisible death monster stain. It's all gone now, but it was just very weird. I can't figure out what the heck it could have been. If it comes back mysteriously, I'm moving out.

The kids were actually pretty good for me in the afternoon. They watched some SpongeBob cartoons (of course) which let me get in a much needed shower - though after the hours of dishes and laundry doing...my hot water supply lasted just about halfway through conditioning...or approximately 5 minutes. Yep. Moms can shower FAST! I can take a whole complete shower, legs shaved and all in about 3 minutes. No lie. I've timed myself.
If speed-showering was an Olympic event, I'd be the perpetual gold medal winner. I'd be on a box of Calgon. Know what I'm saying?

Bob came home just after I got a shower and said "Oh! You smell nice!"
I said "I showered! I find it helps keep down the stink."
He said "Great, great" and wandered off to find some soda soda soda!!! He's like Animal from the Muppets when it comes to soda.

I laugh. I kid. I joke.

After the shower I managed to get in some time at the sewing machine. I'm making my own nursing pads so I don't have to use those horrible disposables nor pay good money for the really cheap looking and feeling reusables they sell at the store.
Mine are cute. And washable. And cost me about a quarter a pair to make. Ha! Take that commerce!
OK, Dylan just woke up (again). His first try at starting the day was at 5:30 am. Bob put him back to bed, thank goodness!
Time to start dealing cereal!

Maybe my bathroom is on the moon?

This is slightly disturbing, but not without reason.
Of course I'm knocked up and pregnant, just like Christina and J.Lo. Though I didn't try to fake you guys out, I just fessed up. So you already knew that.
What you may NOT know is that I get bad morning sickness. Real bad.
With Dylan I was so sick I lost weight before I started getting fat with fetus. He actually made me puke. It was great!
When I was pregnant with Elizabeth I had such weird morning (noon and night) sickness that I had to stop using my lotion because the smell of it made me hurl. I still can't even LOOK at that brand of lotion without getting queasy.

With NuBabee <= The official fetal nickname, I have wonderful all-day nausea but no pukeage, which is both awesome and horrible.
It's a total struggle to eat everyday. Most regular food items make me want to puke.
Yesterday I got so starving that I started to shake and get sort of dizzy. I force fed myself a turkey sandwich and got halfway through before the nastiness of processed cheese food made me want to die.
Still, half a sandwich is a victory.
Later on I ate a whole PB&J without problem.
I've learned that in this horrendous state it's best to just eat whatever isn't going to make me want to hurl. Last night dinner was chips and salsa. For breakfast today I made fresh baked bread and ate about 1/3 of it with butter. I made the kids hard-boiled eggs, and briefly considered cracking one for myself, but that bread in my belly flipped over at the thought of it. I put the egg back.
I'm now psyching myself up for a bag of Cheetos, which should be no problem since it's not really food but rather delicious orange cheeze powdered chemical puffs. Yum.
Oh, back to the moon bathroom...
When I found out I was pregnant, I weighed myself, just for a point of reference. You know, how fat am I gonna get??
I weighed myself yesterday, middle of the day, after eating something.
Four pounds less. Less.
LESS.
Sigh.
Oh, I can't poop either.
There's your TMI moment of the day!