Actually, looking to see what I have posted yet I realize that I haven't posted a good bit of stuff I could have, oops.
We went to see one of the other doctors in the practice Friday. Apparently I'm finally at the weight to where the power chairs don't hold me very well. I was sitting in one, it was fine, they had me get up and take off my pants for a swab and when I sat back down the chair tilted down in front under me. I could still sit in it, but it was awkward and when they came in and found out they tried to fix it and it did it again under me and then the doctor said the chairs don't always work right around the 300lb mark. I'm comforting myself with the fact I haven't gained tons of weight as far as they're concerned, I didn't even start gaining 'til the third trimester and have even lost weight at points. My mom insists I look skinnier and thinks it's all the baby. Either way, it was fine. They had to give me a sheet to wrap around my waist (that didn't exactly fit right either) and I had to walk down the hall to another room. Luckily, I know I'm fat and I've come a long way, a number on the scale doesn't phase me much. I kept moaning about it to Patrick afterward, but logically I know a lot of it is baby and baby-related things (placenta, amniotic fluid, uterus, excess fluid, etc).
So the doctor ended up checking to see if I was dilated at all since they were treating it like my 36 week visit instead of my 35 week (I was 35.5 days), she said I wasn't. She also mentioned that Wiley is still high up and has yet to drop, that she couldn't even feel his head.
None of that surprised me, as far as I know I have yet to have braxton hicks and I doubted he had dropped yet. Honestly, I feel like he won't come out for at least another week or two. Even though they consider me almost full-term (37 weeks), my original due date that lined up with the dates I gave them was September 8, not September 1... so I really am more like 35 weeks and definitely want him to stay in there 'til I'm at least 38 weeks by their figuring. Of course, if he came early I know it wouldn't be the end of the world and he's at least far along enough to make it with possibly a little help, so it'll be fine no matter what.
We went swimming with a friend yesterday and let Lupe and her dog play together, which was great. Her brother and his family were there with their dog, also... so Lupe got to play with/bully him some, too (this dog is 3 times Lupe's size and she scared the crap out of him snapping at him when he was too in her face when they were first meeting. I was so embarrassed). Now I need to bathe (we got home late and I was too exhausted) and I'm still too tired, too lazy... it's so hard now being so pregnant. I like baths, but with a hurt wrist and extra weight and a big old belly it's hard to stand back up once I'm down. I manage fine, but it hurts my wrist every time. I'm also just too lazy to stand in a shower, but I do it anyway because I hate being dirty.
I hurt my wrist more yesterday. I tripped over one of Abel's toys, fell into the baby gate we use to keep Lupe out of the bedroom while we're not home (she gets in Abel's litter box which is in our bedroom) and I caught my toe on it and lost my balance and fell into a wall and hurt my already hurt wrist more. I am not happy.
Here are some cute photos of Lupe from her time out to end with, though. I have cute pics of Abel, too... from various things... but these are just exceptionally good of Lupe.
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