Most of it's pretty straight forward, you can imagine what was said (or do your own research to figure it out). A lot of it was stuff I'd already heard, but I'm glad we went... Plus we got to tour the hospital and that was good to know, although I was getting really annoyed walking behind all these slow-moving pregnant women.
Seriously, I was the biggest girl there in terms of size and even though a few of them were further along than me in pregnancy, it's estimated Wiley weighs about 7lbs already, so my baby was probably as big if not bigger than the majority of theirs... I guess I'm just used to carrying extra weight and they aren't? It just drove me insane, and I'd get trapped behind them as they slowly waddled along behind the lady doing the tour. I've always been that way, in High School, in crowded events... I can't stand when I can't walk as fast as I want. The lady giving the tour (our teacher for the day got on a wreck on the way to the hospital from the place where the class was held--which was about 8 minutes away, poor thing) was very nice but very high energy and high energy people wear me out.
I was also the only one seriously considering a natural birth (one girl was apparently thinking about it 'til she watched the videos in the class--but the videos in the class weren't really that scary. I mean, if you think child birth isn't supposed to be painful at all... you might need a reality check), which makes it even more frustrating that because of his size I might have to get a c-section, although after doing more research, thinking about it and all that good stuff I'm pretty positive I'm going to refuse to agree to the procedure (if me explaining to her my opposition isn't enough for her to agree I should at least get to attempt it my way) unless it's medically necessary (as in he's just not coming out after a reasonable amount of time, issues with my blood pressure, his heart rate, breech, etc... You know, the things they actually say you should get a c-section for).
I'm not trying to be difficult or stubborn and I hate feeling like "No, my doctor is wrong, I know best because I've read books and stuff" but the bottom line is I know my body and mind (and mentally a c-section might cause me to have a nervous breakdown unless there's just no other way to have him safely).
Enough of that, here's a funny photo of Patrick wearing an empathy belly:
I think if he could have stolen that belly he would have, the teacher forgot he was wearing it so he just sat there for almost an hour with it on.
Other interesting news: on July 20th one of Patrick's cousin and his wife had a little girl, July 22 (yesterday) was Patrick's 25 birthday and on top of that the royal baby was born (of course, anybody reading probably already knows that) and then Patrick's other cousin and his wife had their little girl. That's right, two brothers both had their first children within two days of one another... and on their cousin's birthday, to boot.
Now to see when Wiley decides to make his appearance, I'm pretty much counting on it not being before August 11, at least (then he'll be 37 weeks and I won't care as long as he's healthy, although since my original due date moved up a week I'd prefer if he waited. Also, I really like the September 1 birthday, but since I don't want him born after September 1 (because 1. he's huge and 2. I want to put him in school when I want to/think he's ready, not when the government wants to let me). Still, I'd love a September birth in the long-run because it gives me lots of excuses to wear sapphires! Then again, I'd love an August birth because it gives me a chance to enjoy some of the summer without a baby weighing me down and making me feel hot.
I have another baby shower coming up this Sunday, I'm kinda nervous as I don't know for sure invites have been sent out yet and I don't want to bug the hostess... surely they have. Augh. I just told my mom and Patrick's mom to spread the word via word of mouth and that invites would be sent out a bit late because the hostess has a lot of stuff going on and I'm just grateful she's throwing this for me.
In any case, we'll see what happens.
Also, here is a really awful 34 week photo of me for you guys, yay.
That isn't a maternity shirt so it really just kinda hides my belly, oops. Well, I have a belly, but to me it just looks like I'm fat, not particularly pregnant... whatever.
Oh, and I almost forgot... here's the first part of my newborn wreath I started to make for Wiley. I'll post more pics once it's finished (and also once he's here, yay).
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