I met with my midwife this morning and came up with my plan for this baby having.
Friday I have an appointment at the hospital to have some monitoring and fluid checks done. If everything looks good, then I can wait until the next week to do another monitoring and fluid check (probably on Tuesday.) I meet with my midwife on Wednesday morning as usual. Then monitor again on Friday. If the baby is not here by that Sunday, then I have an induction.
So, somewhere between now and June 24th, there will be a new baby. I'm trying to be patient. I'm doing okay. I'm just tired and sore. And ready to be tired and sore in a different way.
We're trying to make these last few days with one child "special days" for Ramona. This past weekend we asked her what she wanted to do and we ended up going to the beach again and going to the zoo. She had a lot of fun.
I've been doing a lot of walking. My first class for the summer wraps up next Friday, but I'm trying to get it done early so I don't have to worry as much about when the new baby decides to show up.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Graduation Time
The other thing that happened this weekend was that my youngest sister graduated high school. She's going to go to college here in Toledo, so I'm pretty excited to have her nearby this fall.
We had her graduation and her graduation party on Sunday. My parents, sisters, grandparents, and I went to the actual graduation while everyone else just did the party. It was one of the fastest graduations I've ever been to. There was no commencement guest speaker and they ran through everything quickly. Not that I'm complaining. Graduations aren't exactly super fun events, especially since the high school always has them in the stupid gym where it's hot and uncomfortable. Luckily, I got there early and reserved us some seats in the back row of bleachers so we had the wall as a backrest. But even with that, my 39 weeks pregnant ass was incredibly uncomfortable by the end of the ceremony.
I took lots of pictures, and they're all terrible. I was messing with the stupid settings on my camera trying to find the best settings for the location, and none of them really turned out very well. Also, my camera likes to not take pictures when I push the button. It's really annoying and I was pretty pissed at it by the end of the ceremony. But I got pictures of her with Mom & Dad, Grandma, & Sam, and me & Kathleen. They're not the best pictures, but whatever. A little red eye and blur never killed anyone.
We had the graduation party at the same park we had my and Kathleen's graduation party when I finished college and she finished high school. It was fun. There was a ton of great food; a lot of people showed up. Kathleen insisted on taking a picture of her leaning on my pregnant belly because she thought it was hilarious. Judge for yourself.
Anyway, it's kind of weird that it's been ten years since I had my own high school graduation. So much has changed and so much has stayed the same. At one point, I was talking about how it's kind of creepy how Kathleen can't wait until the new baby comes and wants me to have the baby in the early afternoon so she can stop by the hospital and see it after work. Erin said she was excited because it would be her first niece/nephew born nearby so she could come see the baby right away. It made me realize that it's not that creepy. I mean, I get excited about other people's babies. And it's not like people just want to see me in the hospital, they want to see the new baby ASAP.
And since it was Erin that said it, it made me think of how badly I wanted to go see her in the hospital when she was born. I was SO excited about Erin. I wanted another little sibling so badly. My parents didn't find out if she was a boy or a girl before she was born, so we had no clue, but there were names picked out for both. *Fun fact* Erin's name would be Jason Tecumseh if she was a boy. Anyway, when Dad called to tell us Erin was born, he wouldn't tell us whether she was a boy or a girl, so I was desperate to get to the hospital to find out which she was. I remember running into the hospital room and asking mom if it was a boy or a girl, and my mom just giving my dad a look like he was a total ass because she didn't realize he hadn't told us yet. And I remember just falling in love with her the moment I saw her. And now that little baby I loved so much from the first moment in the hospital graduated high school and can't wait to see my little baby in the hospital.
Ah, the circle of life. Time to watch Lion King.
We had her graduation and her graduation party on Sunday. My parents, sisters, grandparents, and I went to the actual graduation while everyone else just did the party. It was one of the fastest graduations I've ever been to. There was no commencement guest speaker and they ran through everything quickly. Not that I'm complaining. Graduations aren't exactly super fun events, especially since the high school always has them in the stupid gym where it's hot and uncomfortable. Luckily, I got there early and reserved us some seats in the back row of bleachers so we had the wall as a backrest. But even with that, my 39 weeks pregnant ass was incredibly uncomfortable by the end of the ceremony.
I took lots of pictures, and they're all terrible. I was messing with the stupid settings on my camera trying to find the best settings for the location, and none of them really turned out very well. Also, my camera likes to not take pictures when I push the button. It's really annoying and I was pretty pissed at it by the end of the ceremony. But I got pictures of her with Mom & Dad, Grandma, & Sam, and me & Kathleen. They're not the best pictures, but whatever. A little red eye and blur never killed anyone.
We had the graduation party at the same park we had my and Kathleen's graduation party when I finished college and she finished high school. It was fun. There was a ton of great food; a lot of people showed up. Kathleen insisted on taking a picture of her leaning on my pregnant belly because she thought it was hilarious. Judge for yourself.
And since it was Erin that said it, it made me think of how badly I wanted to go see her in the hospital when she was born. I was SO excited about Erin. I wanted another little sibling so badly. My parents didn't find out if she was a boy or a girl before she was born, so we had no clue, but there were names picked out for both. *Fun fact* Erin's name would be Jason Tecumseh if she was a boy. Anyway, when Dad called to tell us Erin was born, he wouldn't tell us whether she was a boy or a girl, so I was desperate to get to the hospital to find out which she was. I remember running into the hospital room and asking mom if it was a boy or a girl, and my mom just giving my dad a look like he was a total ass because she didn't realize he hadn't told us yet. And I remember just falling in love with her the moment I saw her. And now that little baby I loved so much from the first moment in the hospital graduated high school and can't wait to see my little baby in the hospital.
Ah, the circle of life. Time to watch Lion King.
OWEfest
We pretty much walked about and looked at the booths. There was a lawn ornament for sale shaped like a spider that I liked, but didn't buy since we don't have a lawn. Ramona kept calling it the itsy bitsy spider even though it was like half her size.
I was going to buy some air plants to replace my ones I killed, but they didn't have any that would fit my pods by the time I was planning on buying them.
Memorial Day Parade
So, last time I wrote, I said we were going to see my sister's last high school marching band parade. We did, and it was a fun day.
Some lady sitting near us gave Ramona a flag. She was pretty excited about flags the whole time. I told her the night before that we were going to go see a parade and there would be a marching band and flags, and for some reason she really fixated on the flag idea.
My sister did a nice job marching along, and the band director let them wear these hideously unflattering outfits instead of their usual band uniforms. Seriously, and with those shoes and black socks? Yeesh.
Ramona was also excited about the fire trucks. She was pretty well behaved until we got to the cemetery portion of the show and then she got bored and kept saying things like, "I want ice cream!" So I took her around to look at grave stones, which went pretty well except she kept trying to take the flowers off of them.
It was also crazy hot, and she was starting to get pretty red and looked pretty warm after the ceremony, so we went to Drown's and got ice cream to cool down. Then we headed back to my parents' house to cool down in the air conditioning before we went to Joe's parents for a barbeque. We ate way too much there and had a pretty great time.
All around, it was a really fun Memorial Day.
My sister did a nice job marching along, and the band director let them wear these hideously unflattering outfits instead of their usual band uniforms. Seriously, and with those shoes and black socks? Yeesh.
It was also crazy hot, and she was starting to get pretty red and looked pretty warm after the ceremony, so we went to Drown's and got ice cream to cool down. Then we headed back to my parents' house to cool down in the air conditioning before we went to Joe's parents for a barbeque. We ate way too much there and had a pretty great time.
All around, it was a really fun Memorial Day.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Beach Day!
Ramona talks about the beach a lot (almost as much as she talks about Christmas). She doesn't remember ever going to the beach since she hasn't been since she was 9 months old and we went to San Diego. So, we've been really wanting to take her. We decided to go to Maumee Bay today if the weather was nice, and it was, so we packed up our beach stuff and grabbed lunch at Subway so we could have a picnic on the beach.
She wore her new sunglasses almost the entire way there because she thought that is what you're supposed to do at the beach, I guess. I think she half didn't believe we were actually going to the beach, because when we got to the parking lot, she didn't seem that excited. From her height, I think she could only see the grassy hill and not the beach behind it. I really regret taking her ahead while Joe unpacked the car because her crazy excitement is now one of my favorite memories. There really is nothing as precious as the pure unadulterated joy of a child, and that was exactly what exuded as soon as we walked over the hill and she saw the beach.
"The beach! The beach! Fishie, look! We can play in the sand!" She immediately crouched down and started playing in the sand. I told her to look up and she saw the water. "The water! The beach!" So we walked down to the water and waded up to our ankles, but I told her she had to wait to go any deeper for Daddy to get there because we had to put on swimsuits. (I didn't do the swimsuit thing since I'm 38 weeks pregnant and did not want to subject the world to my pale, bloated body. Although the great thing about swimming in Lake Erie is that no matter how huge you think you are, you will never be the biggest person there.)
Joe got everything down to the beach, got us set up, and we ate lunch. Ramona was very impatient for us to finish eating so she could get in the water. She dug in the sand to pass the time, but really didn't want to wait much longer.
I thought she might be afraid of the waves, but she had a blast.
I laid on the blanket and took pictures. I was having a nice time there until some annoying people decided to set up their stuff two feet away from our blanket (literally) even though there was plenty of room on the beach and no reason for them to be so close. So I got to listen to some middle aged mom of teenagers talk about how she is a cool mom because she totally lets her kids smoke pot and get laid. She was telling this to her daughter's friend, which seemed kind of weird. She also told her daughter (who she said was 14) that she would take her to work out all summer so she would be super hot, which also seemed odd. I guess what I'm saying is, thanks for never pimping me out, Mom, especially when I was 14.
But other than that, it was a good time. Ramona was so happy, and it made me so happy to make her so happy. We had a lot of fun. Looking at pictures of me made me kind of sad since I'm so huge now, but I'm super pregnant, so what can I do? I did this weight gain and loss with Ramona, and I'll do it again with this kid.
I'm a little sun burned, but not too bad. Ramona got a bit of sun on her shoulders, too, even though she actually got sunblock. The kid is just SO pale, it's hard for her to get any sun without burning a little.
And look at how long her legs are! Kid is KILLING me with how big she's getting. It's hard to believe we'll be starting over with one of those unbelievably tiny kids again in a few weeks.
Anyway, I see many more beach trips coming up this summer and I'm even more convinced we need to spend a weekend up in Traverse City to play on a beach with nice sand and cleaner water. Tomorrow we are heading to Oak Harbor to see my little sister Erin's last marching band performance with her high school in the Memorial Day parade. Then, we're heading to Joe's parents house to eat barbeque and hang out. It should be fun.
She wore her new sunglasses almost the entire way there because she thought that is what you're supposed to do at the beach, I guess. I think she half didn't believe we were actually going to the beach, because when we got to the parking lot, she didn't seem that excited. From her height, I think she could only see the grassy hill and not the beach behind it. I really regret taking her ahead while Joe unpacked the car because her crazy excitement is now one of my favorite memories. There really is nothing as precious as the pure unadulterated joy of a child, and that was exactly what exuded as soon as we walked over the hill and she saw the beach.
"The beach! The beach! Fishie, look! We can play in the sand!" She immediately crouched down and started playing in the sand. I told her to look up and she saw the water. "The water! The beach!" So we walked down to the water and waded up to our ankles, but I told her she had to wait to go any deeper for Daddy to get there because we had to put on swimsuits. (I didn't do the swimsuit thing since I'm 38 weeks pregnant and did not want to subject the world to my pale, bloated body. Although the great thing about swimming in Lake Erie is that no matter how huge you think you are, you will never be the biggest person there.)
Joe got everything down to the beach, got us set up, and we ate lunch. Ramona was very impatient for us to finish eating so she could get in the water. She dug in the sand to pass the time, but really didn't want to wait much longer.
But other than that, it was a good time. Ramona was so happy, and it made me so happy to make her so happy. We had a lot of fun. Looking at pictures of me made me kind of sad since I'm so huge now, but I'm super pregnant, so what can I do? I did this weight gain and loss with Ramona, and I'll do it again with this kid.
I'm a little sun burned, but not too bad. Ramona got a bit of sun on her shoulders, too, even though she actually got sunblock. The kid is just SO pale, it's hard for her to get any sun without burning a little.
Anyway, I see many more beach trips coming up this summer and I'm even more convinced we need to spend a weekend up in Traverse City to play on a beach with nice sand and cleaner water. Tomorrow we are heading to Oak Harbor to see my little sister Erin's last marching band performance with her high school in the Memorial Day parade. Then, we're heading to Joe's parents house to eat barbeque and hang out. It should be fun.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Mother's Day Weekend
Our family fun for this weekend wasn't very exciting (mostly just because we didn't do anything new.) Ramona and Joe went to the zoo on Tuesday with our friends Becky and Dan, and their daughter Olivia who is a few months younger than Ramona.
She has been talking about the zoo non-stop since, so Joe and I decided to take her again on Saturday. Joe made us waffles for breakfast, and then we headed out. I wanted to see the new baby lemurs (who are SOOO cute and definitely worth a trip there.) I didn't bring my camera and didn't even remember to bring my phone so I don't have any pictures of them.
That night we went to Joe's parents' house to make his mom a Mother's Day dinner. I felt bad because I wasn't very entertaining, but Ramona was, so it was okay. I was just really tired and not feeling well and spent most of the time laying around on the couch watching TV.
Sunday, we went to church, where Ramona cried in the nursery the whole time again. She gets herself so worked up over it even though it isn't a big deal. I feel bad about it, but what can I do? I'm dreading her Child's Day Out program in the fall because I'm worried she'll cry every time. Especially since it's at the church.
Then Joe cleaned my car for me, inside and out, and it was pretty awesome. I feel like such an adult when I get in my car and it's not filled with garbage. He even used our carpet cleaner to get all the gunk out from under Ramona's car seat. After that, we headed to Pearson Park (hitting a new metropark!) to let Ramona run around on the playground and take my annual Mother's Day picture. I don't think we really got any good ones, since Ramona was non-compliant (she was either too tired to look at the camera or too excited to play depending on what time it was.) Oh, well.
After that, we headed to my parents' house to visit for awhile. We went up to Drown's and got some ice cream and then just hung around. It was nice to see everyone and it was a pretty relaxing weekend.
She has been talking about the zoo non-stop since, so Joe and I decided to take her again on Saturday. Joe made us waffles for breakfast, and then we headed out. I wanted to see the new baby lemurs (who are SOOO cute and definitely worth a trip there.) I didn't bring my camera and didn't even remember to bring my phone so I don't have any pictures of them.
That night we went to Joe's parents' house to make his mom a Mother's Day dinner. I felt bad because I wasn't very entertaining, but Ramona was, so it was okay. I was just really tired and not feeling well and spent most of the time laying around on the couch watching TV.
Sunday, we went to church, where Ramona cried in the nursery the whole time again. She gets herself so worked up over it even though it isn't a big deal. I feel bad about it, but what can I do? I'm dreading her Child's Day Out program in the fall because I'm worried she'll cry every time. Especially since it's at the church.
Then Joe cleaned my car for me, inside and out, and it was pretty awesome. I feel like such an adult when I get in my car and it's not filled with garbage. He even used our carpet cleaner to get all the gunk out from under Ramona's car seat. After that, we headed to Pearson Park (hitting a new metropark!) to let Ramona run around on the playground and take my annual Mother's Day picture. I don't think we really got any good ones, since Ramona was non-compliant (she was either too tired to look at the camera or too excited to play depending on what time it was.) Oh, well.
After that, we headed to my parents' house to visit for awhile. We went up to Drown's and got some ice cream and then just hung around. It was nice to see everyone and it was a pretty relaxing weekend.
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