I've never had nitrous. It kind of scares me. I don't know if I'd want my kid having it.
We had a busy weekend. Saturday we visited DH's grandparents, then dropped the kids off at my parents house so we could go to an arena football game. My parents gave us their tickets to one of the games. They have killer season tickets, on the goal line, three rows from the floor. Kids got to sleep at my parents' house, so we got to sleep in and didn't have to get kids ready for church. Yay.
Yesterday was supposed to be that "deep clean" you all keep talking about. Then when I woke up, had horrible pains across my torso. I honestly thought I was in labor. I think it was gastrointestinal though. I wasn't comfortable doing the planned cleaning, and ended up sitting on the couch all day until we went to the car dealership and picked up MY NEW CAR!! Well, it's new to me! A Ford Windstar minivan. Yup, I feel so grown up driving a minivan...
We had a Bible study last night, and I got enough energy to make these muffins/cupcakes for the adults and some banana muffins for the kids. They went over very well. I'm thinking of making a tray of them to bring to the hospital along with my birth plan. Our doula said bribery helps to get your birth plan read.
We got the cradle/swing seat cover yesterday, so that's set up. My parents are moving this week, so I'm watching my siblings tonight and tomorrow. I may put the oldest one to work helping me get everything I need to do done.
Is anyone else on edge? My mood has just been lousy lately. I have no patience, getting anxiety attacks, irritable, frustrated, and just generally not wanting to be around people. My poor husband and kids are paying the price the most. Sunday after church we had a fight because I had gotten to that point where I was too hungry to decide what I wanted. I'm starting to use my Rescue Remedy more. I'm just ready for this pregnancy to be over.
I feel like a whale, and my mother's comments about my size aren't helping much. A couple Sundays ago she says (in the middle of a full church foyer), "Wow, Rebecca, you're really getting fat!" then turns to someone next to her and says, "I love to tease her." She told me yesterday, "I noticed yesterday you're getting big! I mean, not just your belly, your hips and thighs, you're really huge!" I told her I'd only gained 25 lbs and changed the subject. Witch. I'm about done with her comments. I really think I may blow up if she doesn't stop. DH says she's just playing. I don't really care. It's bullying to me. I mean, if we were 12 years old and at school, she'd be suspended for bullying.