your set-up. I may have to use a couple of your ideas!
At the appt, kid was back to my left side. DC recommended taking DHA for a while since the fatty acids are good for brain development and ***helpful with mood*** esp postpartum. I think my mood could benefit from some fish oil right now so I started taking them tonight!
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that you get a college shower!!! Those computer-savvy folks are more apt to actually use your online registry, I would think. (I love your registry and was inspired to create my own, thanks.) You can see mine at findgift.com, under Savannah Rogers, Georgia.
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Originally Posted by plantmommy
Is anybody else having lots of strong/er toning or BH cntx? I've had hours of them, virtually non-stop. They do call attention to themselves, but I trust they're helping a lot for when it's time for the real thing, so I guess it's good!
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this is how my rear feels!
I've decided to get a changing table from Ikea when we go to get our dressers. I wasn't going to have one, then realized I really need a place to keep everything all together. We still need to get a diaper pail. I did a bunch of shopping online yesterday. Ordered things like liners for the diaper pail and another diaper cover and a nursing bra and a sling. Now I just have to wait for the packages to arrive. I'm getting so antsy to get all the baby stuff put away and organized and I can't yet. Ack! I got all my cloth wipes finished yesterday and today I get to start working on my cloth pads. I hope I bought enough fabric..... Good for her! (She also doesn't believe that a woman can actually be in labor for 36 hours straight, that it's just not possible, it must start and stop a lot.) I told my mom about the job interview thing and she thought that was pretty nuts, she had to spend a week in the hospital after having me. I still don't think I'm having any b/h, but I'm not sure I'd really notice them anyway.
HCMC is not that far from your house. And if it gets really serious, I've got a friend who lives in Crystal who is a doc and has delivered a *lot* of babies. There, no longer unattended! I'm sure you'll be fine, have a long chat with Finn about how you want him to wait til you get where you're going, at least the construction on 394 is pretty much done. But then there's always 55.
) and found an aerosol can of furniture stripper under the livingroom couch, for one small example. Gah. It was stressful being there, the boys were unsettled and acted out a lot, and I was tired. My belly grew a lot while I was there, I had to buy new clothes even. My parents communicate with kids very differently than I'm trying to. They are really nice, but.... I try to tell my kids, especially my toddler, what to do, as opposed to what not to do (as I think Jen mentioned earlier). If Solomon were doing something he shouldn't be, my mom would just stand there and say "Don't, Solomon, hey don't Solomon, Solomon, don't DO that!" in a really annoyed voice. It gave him absolutely no information about the situation. I explained to my brother (he's 18) at one point that I try to tell him what to do, since don't is so easy to miss and it gets confusing for kids, like telling someone not to think of a purple elephant or whatever. He was then always correcting my mom when she would say don't, it really bugged her. Anyway, I did like visiting, but I was also looking forward to going home. My parents drove us home, I was in the back between the boys for the whole 7 hours. It was very uncomfortable. And I was trying not to drink too much so I wouldn't have to pee. My parents couldn't really do much to amuse the boys from the front, and we were all cranky and tired. Ugh. I was just thinking of how wonderful it would be to get home, to my home, and be able to relax, and see dh. He was actually working a double shift that day, but figured he could be home by 10 or 11. He had called the day before to ask if it was a problem for the downstairs bathroom to be out of commission, there was some problem with the toilet and he hadn't been able to fix it. I said it wasn't a problem. So I open the door, and the laminate flooring is gone. And I open it wider, and the walls are gone. The drywall on the ceiling is gone. All of the appliances, fixtures, counters, and cabinets are gone. The downstairs bathroom is gone, except for the toilet. And I'm thinking that something must have gone horribly wrong with getting the toilet fixed and he had to gut the whole kitchen. Then I realize that Darwin is standing next to me, crying. I called dh, and apparently the cash and opportunity to do the kitchen renovations we had thought about came up, but only about 3 days before we were coming home. He wanted it to be a surprise, and thought that more would be done by then. Darwin cried and cried, said our house was destroyed, why did dad destroy our house, etc. Poor kid, he had just been going crazy in the car for like the last hour of the trip, and then he had to come home to that. His bedroom was the same, the upstairs was all the same, so we went there. I was thinking we would also have the basement, but that's where all the stuff from the main floor was being stored. My parents considered staying at a hotel, and I thought they would since we just had our room and the boys' room and literally nowhere else for anyone to sleep, but when I said that they boys could sleep with dh and I they decided to stay. They took us out to dinner and we got back late. I just wanted to cry and sleep, and my parents were standing around mostly watching me struggle to get the kids ready for bed, and helping a little bit. Dh didn't get home until 2 am. I didn't fall asleep that night until nearly midnight, and then I woke up when dh came home, at about 2 am. I had just started to drift back to sleep finally at about 3:30 when Darwin wet the bed. He had a pull up on, but I realized after that he hadn't peed since lunch time, and the pull up just wasn't enough to contain everything. Oh, we didn't have a washer or dryer either. I was wide awake again after dealing with that, and couldn't fall asleep until after 6. Solomon woke me up just after 7. : We went to church that afternoon, and dh ended up driving me home to nap while they were there (it's 3 hours all together). This week has been exhausting. I had to buy a bunch of stuff, we're basically in the boys' room (the big bedroom) all the time if we're not out. I've been running errands in the morning, which makes the boys cranky, and then I need to rest all afternoon. Luckily we still have the fridge and microwave. But the microwave and dry foods are in the basement, the fridge is on the main floor, and we eat upstairs, so it's a lot of work to do anything. Dh washed a bunch of laundry before they started, but something happened and none of them were dried, or if they did dry, they were outside on the line, right next to where they threw all the drywall, so they had to be washed again. Now that the washer is working, it's in the basement and I dry them upstairs. I can't believe how exhausting it is just carrying the laundry around. Dh is working full time, he can't get any time off right now, and he's also putting in a full day's work on the renovations every day, so he's busy and tired too. I still haven't had a mw appointment since I've been back, it's been a month. I haven't had the home appointment yet and I'm 36 weeks; we also have yet to buy/get together anything we need for the birth. I delivered my first two at 38 weeks. I have to take the cat to the vet's and get her registered. In one week, my dh leaves for a scout camp for 4 days. I'll be 37 weeks then, I hadn't realized that until yesterday, and I had a minor meltdown. Dh doesn't think he can get out of it, but the park rangers will have phones that work there, so maybe I can call him and he can canoe out of the bush and drive the 4 hours back here if I go into labour. : The following week, he's helping out with another youth activity for a few days. He hasn't talke to anyone at work about getting parental leave yet. September is when thing really pick up, and about half of the managers in his position quit within the last few weeks. I'm just feeling so overwhelmed by everything. I had so much more strength and energy with my first two pregnancies, with this one I feel like I'm falling apart. I know dh feels badly that the renovations haven't gone smoothly and I don't want him to think I don't appreciate all the work he's doing. The kitchen will be way better after and he is working really hard on it. I didn't want to complain or say I couldn't help out when he needed it, but by today I just told him how badly I was feeling, how little sleep I was getting, and that I really needed to get more rest, for the baby and for the kids (I get really cranky as the day goes on if I'm doing too much and not eating/drinking well enough). He's stressed out too, but I knew if I didn't say something he would keep asking me to do things I wasn't up to doing and I would just do it and then be angry with him. Today, though, a friend of mine called to say her daughter was available to come over and look after the boys for a few hours. It's been wonderful. They get so cranky with me, we're always running errands, taking care of stuff here, or I'm trying to rest and not giving them the attention they need. They're putting up walls tomorrow (dh's day off) so I think we'll be at the children's museum for quite a while.
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