Baby Pool

So I did have everyone try and make a guess a few weeks ago on here, but only Michelle's date still stands (February 29th). I figured I would give everyone a second chance. Just put a comment down for when you think the baby will come as well as your guess for the weight and sex.

I'm doing well, had a really great sleep last night for once. Since Monday I've had pains right as I'm going to bed and it's quite difficult to sleep under those kind of circumstances. I even made Nate stay home on Monday because I was so nervous he would get to work and I would have to call him back. But my warm baths worked wonders and I still have no baby. Funny thing, I'm not desperate for the baby to come yet. It can stay warm in there for awhile longer and I would be okay with that. Do you know how busy I'm going to be once it's out?!?! Lots busy. But I can't help but be excited. It won't be long before I meet my little one.

Last time during labour I didn't stay very focused. I was kinda distracted by the pain. This time, I've written out a bunch of things to keep in mind while I'm delivering #2 to try and help focus on the baby and other happy things instead of getting lost in the moment. Here is what I came up with:

You are about to meet your second child!
You are in control!
You can do it again!
Think of a safe place, or a place where you remember being really happy.
Think of how much you love Nate
Think of how much you love Jericho
God never gives us more than we can handle – you can handle a lot!
Remember how much you love being a Mom!
Imagine the baby getting ready to come out.
Be calm.
Relax
Think of everyone who loves you
Remember what it’s like to hold a newborn baby
Imagine every movement of the baby is him or her saying how much they love you.
Place a picture in your mind of all the cute things Jericho does.
Remember the sound of Jericho’s laughter.
Imagine what the baby will look like.
Try and think of a really funny joke.
“I can do all things through Him who gives me strength”
Enjoy it, it might be the last time you go through labour.
Think of the view of Golden Ears on a clear, sunny day.
Imagine holding BOTH of your babies.
Try and think what it would be like for Jericho to meet his sibling.

I know some are kind of cheesy, but maybe it will make things a little less chaotic. Can you think of anything I can add? I also asked Nate to put some of my favorite songs on his iPod so I can listen to music too. Any good songs you would recommend for giving birth to? Not long now folks!!!

For Michelle...

Oops, I promised I would do that 'tag' thing...

Michelle has a blog and she did this little blog game where she had to do the following. She asked anyone who reads her blog and has their own blog to do it as well... so here goes...

* Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more. (No cheating!)
* Find Page 123
* Find the first 5 sentences
* Post the next 3 sentences
* Tag 5 people

The book - Shopaholic and Sister. A really great fluff read which I thought wasn't as great as the rest of the series, but it still entertained me nevertheless.

"Like we already know each other and understand each other better than anyone else in the world. I mean, who knows? Maybe it will turn out that we'll have sisterly psychic powers."

Short, but sweet. So... I tag anyone who still reads and has their own blog as well.

Maybe Baby?

Today was a long day. It didn't help that I had more indigestion in the middle of the night. Who knew stew could make me so blue? Hehe. Still have my humour. Lame, but it's still there. One of the first things I realized today was that I hated my new haircut. I got it done two weeks ago and I just could NOT adjust. I kept thinking about those adorable pictures of my new baby and me holding him/her and wanting to cut the pictures up just because my hair looked horrible. So, I called the salon, I talked to the manager and explained that I was pregnant, hormonal, and unhappy. She was very understanding. She made me an appointment for 3 pm to get it fixed at no charge. I didn't want to see the woman who originally did it... I felt bad. She was sooo nice, but I just didn't like what she came up with. I felt like I had been given a bowl cut and the colour was too much of a shock. Anyways, I got there... and this younger woman was assigned my case. She had a mullet. Sketch. But she turned out to be super sweet. The only issue at first was that the woman who did my hair in the first place was TWO CHAIRS OVER. I was trying to be discreet and not too critical, but we were getting no where, so little miss mullet moved me over to a completely different room and went about making me a whole new person. My only complaint = she nicked a mole on my forehead and I proceeded to bleed... a lot. But it was all good. All in the name of fashion.Nate took the camera to work tonight, otherwise I would post pictures - maybe.

That was my 'feel good' part of the day. My 'feel bad' part was when I was getting contractions often. They aren't bad, and I'm still experiencing them... they are about a 2 on the pain scale (1-10). It makes me think the baby might come soon.. but you never know - I could go another 2 weeks, but my chiropractor Angela thinks I won't last too much longer. Don't ask me why she thinks this, just go with it.

Oh - and I also managed to make a Butterscotch Fig Pie. Sounded interesting and I had bought some dried figs not too long ago and I needed to bake SOMETHING. Nate and I skeptically tried it and it wasn't too bad. A little rich, but quite tasty.

So all in all, a random day with random events. Newer haircut, tired body, and a fig pie.

I think it's time for bed.

Last Days

So, there are 13 days left until my due date. I realize due dates are relative, but Jericho was pretty much born right on time.. so I have a feeling this one won't go past March 2nd. Nate is fairly adamant that this Wednesday would be a bad day for the baby to come as he's gone from 5 am til 8 pm. He can easily be interrupted if I suddenly go into labour, but it just so happens he has a lot planned for that day. That's why I think it might come then just because he doesn't want it to.

I'm mostly ready for babe.. there's a few little things I need to add to my hospital bag.. and I need to put some stuff together for Jericho in case we need to drop him off somewhere. I have three people lined up to watch him when I go into labour - if one can't do it, I'll call the next one, etc. And all three can stay here, but in case none of them work out, I might just have to drop him off with my dad or something... hehe.. And Jericho will come home with a diaper full of blueberries and cranberries.

It's been a little more trying taking care of Jericho lately... for several reasons. One, I'm fairly pregnant.. two, he's got two molars coming in, and three, he's just getting over a sore throat. Nate and I realized that we went to either the doctor, midwife, clinic or hospital for 8 days straight. Crazy. I'm officially tired of doctors. Especially when they don't tell you what you have and the lab never calls you back.

Speaking of people who don't call back, we don't know what happened with the chick who stole my money... but I'm going to be calling the officer soon to see what happened with all that. What a complete gong show of a night that was.

In other news, Nate's sister Noelene called yesterday to let us know she's expecting in August!! Another niece or nephew. Holy cow!! She's also engaged and will be getting married sometime after baby arrives. Very exciting... so many babies! And to think it all started with a little boy named Jericho. There were no grandkids on either side and now they'll be 4 on my side and 4 on Nate's side.

Life's Annoying Lessons

After my post last night, I put Jericho to bed happy. He was starting to show signs of getting sick, but it wasn't really a big deal... yet. At 2:30 am he woke up screaming and VERY warm. His temperature was hard to take, but it was around 101 or so. Then he started vomiting. I called the BC Nurse Line and after 25 minutes of questions, she recommended we take him to the hospital. So just after 3 am we left our house with a still screaming child - not realizing what was about to transpire.

We arrived at the ER and there were three other patients there. I immediately got the feeling that at least one of the women waiting was in my own words, "Sketchy". We didn't wait too long, and I was happy to hear the nurse calling Jericho's name. So happy, that I stupidly left my purse in the waiting room. I realized my mistake too late. By the time I got back into the wait room 10 minutes or so later my purse was on the chair instead of on the floor, and there were wet footprints leading up to the chair.

This now leads into my second mistake... in working for my brother, I have been able to put aside money for an RRSP - $300. Stupidly.. it was in my purse. This woman took my $300. When I realized this and told Nate, he tried his hardest to get it back for me, like any normal hero would. The problem was that by this time she was getting into her taxi... and the wonderful driver, instead of stopping when Nate tried to get his attention, simply gunned it out of the hospital and knocked my husband over in the process. Not only did Nate gain a number of ugly scrapes and scratches, but he broke his brand new cell and also (we found out later)lost his wallet in the process.

We called the police from the hospital and a really nice office came by. Luckily, one of the other patients had heard the woman call someone on her phone saying she had found $300. We're guessing what the money was about to be used for was drugs. She didn't even get in to the ER for treatment, but she had filled in all the paperwork... so the police were able to use that information to try and track her down. We're still waiting to see and hear what's going to happen. But I have a feeling I won't get my money back.

When we got home at 5, we were hoping to sleep in. Jericho woke up in dire straights again at 7... the poor little guy has joined Mommy in the ranks of FLU sufferers. Nate and I are exhausted and frustrated... but I've learned a few lessons today I should have learned a long time ago.

The Flu

It's true, I have the flu. Poor Jericho is starting to also exhibit signs of sickness. Tonight Nate is at a birthday party for a friend and I am home with the baby and I'm happy to report my evening is going quickly. I hope that this cold leaves before this baby comes... and I'm loading my body with Vitamin C, honey lemon water, and all sorts of fluids to ensure I give my body the best chance.

I got my hair done the other day, but I'm going through a love-hate relationship with it. Part of the problem was that I splurged. I don't go out and get my hair cut very often and if I colour it, I do it myself. But, when I went to the SALON the other day, the woman (who was very nice) gave me bangs and at my request - coloured my hair a dark blonde/light brown. It's too shocking for me. And the bangs, I can't wait to grow them out. Nate says he likes it, but he's nice and I'm not sure he would say if he didn't like it. But it is the redeeming aspect of the entire experience. I just don't think it's smart to do your hair when you're 37 weeks pregnant and experiencing flu symptoms.

sigh.

Jericho in Winter