Adjusted schedule.

I thought last night was the night. The night of pure sleep joy after a few nights of much dismay. Alas, I woke up at 4:30 with an active mind. I tried and tried to go back to sleep, but got up, got my customary two bowls of cereal and got started on my work day around 5. I sent an email to my boss asking if it was ok for me to adjust my work hours a bit today. I'm hoping that he will look upon this favorably because I'm seriously doubting my ability to work from 5-5. I know, some people do it all of the time.

Now it's 7:20 and I'm tired again. What? Baby--you are totally cramping my style. It's days like today that make me wish I was taking maternity leave like--now.

37.5 weeks--the same time my cankles arrived.

My cankles arrived today. Just fyi. Luckily, I have the most gigantic calfs (I know it's calves, but they are more cow-ish than that), so the cankles don't look awful to the unknowing passerby.

SO--not only is he considered FULL TERM, but--my roots are completely taken care of--and internetz, we bought a new bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is it wrong that that seems so excited? Like up there with having someone else clean my house. I think the cleaning of the house still wins, but this is close second. Sorry Griffin, you keep getting moved further and further down the list. I'm sure that will change once he's here :)

Tempurpedic KING sized. OMG. It gets delivered tomorrow. I. Can. Not. Wait.

This is all.

Period.

So, for the most part, the stupid questions at work are at an all time low. I think it's because I operate under the radar. I do my thang and no one gets hurt. Or something like that. Honestly, now that our group has moved upstairs I don't see many people. It's pretty disappointing. Where I sat before I could see people come in in the mornings and go to lunch and leave etc. I had prime view of the kitchen, which really, is where all of the action happens.

Well, most days. Somedays people feel it's appropriate to chat it up in the bathroom. Like, they see you coming (don't turn around!) and stop at the door and wait... then you both go into stalls and they keep talking. Then you come out and wash your hands and they keep talking. This is where it happened this week. The bathroom.

60+ year old woman--"So have you really enjoyed not having your period?"
Me--"Yes"....

Now, don't get me wrong. I have enjoyed this aspect of pregnancy. I also don't mind if a friend of mine were to ask this, or you know, someone I am close to. But a random person I work with in the bathroom? Kinda odd.

The next day as we are walking down the stairs she asks me if I have to look to my sides when I'm walking because I've gotten so big.

No. I just kept on walking. Who says these things? At what point is this appropriate? Have I gotten bigger? Well, hells yes--I'm 9+months pregnant and have an affinity for sweets and carbs. Do you comment? No.

My moomsy has also decided that I'm miserable. I get unprovoked comments like, "I'm sorry you are miserable." The thing is, I keep attempting to reassure her, I'm not. My hands are swollen and feet started on Monday. I don't really have trouble getting around. I'm not at the "get this kid outta me" stage. So, I'm pretty content.

The inlaws come this weekend. Our LAST weekend visitors before Black Baby makes his arrival. To say I'm thrilled would not quite do justice. No more making sure the house is clean and sheets are changed upstairs. No more making sure that there isn't change sitting on our coffee table (pet peeve), or worrying about that dog hair that is over in the corner.

I kid. I always worry about that. I effing hate dog hair.

So, I'm telling Griffin now--DO NOT come this weekend. Mommy has plans and needs some time off before you show up. Also, I need to get my hairs highlighted on Sunday (made the switch on my appointments.)

Normalacy

So, I had my 37 week appointment this morning. Everything is normal. I suppose that's what you want when you go in for these appointments though? I mean, I think the only time you want abnormal is if you go in and they are like WOW, you're 6 cm dialated and will probably give birth in the next hour and it won't hurt! This has not yet been announced at any of my appointments. Everything is just normal! And I'm absolutely ok with that.

I am getting anxious about my hair appointment though and am considering moving it to this Sunday vs. next. I know, it's the little things. That, and we are STILL WAITING on our name sign and glider. The name sign is taking two weeks longer than they expected and we always knew the glider would be late because something about something about something late. That's all I remember. No details. Kinda like when I get my car fixed.

I do make sure to shower the day of my appointments so if they decide I'm in labor and haven't noticed then I'll have clean hair and my makeup done.

And, I officially have swollen feet to accompany my swollen hands. Awesome.

Le Tired.

I am le tired. tired tired tired.

I think it's partially to do with growing another human and partially to do with our tiny bed. What? I haven't told you about our tiny bed? I kid. I kid. It's a constant source of my anger management.

So, while on hold trying to defer my student loans for while I have no income I went to mattress firms website. It then told me that the full size mattress that we have is tiny. Too small for 2 people to sleep in.

(To be fair--my parents purchased it for me my senior year of college when I was a lonely sleeper.)

It actually said that for 2 people each person has the same amount of room as if they had a crib mattress. The word CRIB MATTRESS was used. Y'all, I carried one of those up a flight of stairs like last month. I guess it was lighter since it doesn't yet have a dead person inside of it.

(Please note past post about dead people hanging out in mattresses. I would link it, but I'm tired.)

I can't sleep with my husband. I decided this last night. There isn't enough space. I can't move. When I can't move it makes me in pain. So I suppose for the next 3 weeks one of us will sleep in the guest room. Kinda sad. Well, more than kinda.

In other news--our kid better be a genius who goes to a state school and gets a scholarship. He isn't going to private school. Ever.

Ambien and a water verp.

Sometimes, though rarely, I get ambien brain. I will talk to people and not remember, once I wrote a crazy email (to friends. Not saying anything crazy, just started mid thought and didn't explain what I was talking about,) sometimes I have trouble going up the stairs. Rarely though does it affect me this way. More, it helps ease me into sleep, and helps me to STAY asleep (kind of. sometimes.)

SO I got my prescrip filled on Sunday--but insurance was being annoying and it didn't actually get filled until yesterday. OH, how I could not wait to take in your glory and fall into a restful night of sleep. I even came home from work yesterday due to my brain dumdums and attempted to nap. Couldn't do that either.

Fail. I fell asleep quickly and stayed that way until... around 3:30/4 AM. I suppose that's better than my 2 AM wake-up call that I've had every night since Sunday, but still. It is not glorious.

Now I'm laying in bed, thinking about showering, checking the fb. Maggie (our dumb dog who doesn't know how to drink out of a water bowl so she literally has to drink for 5 minutes to get any water) came in to get water. She then lays down and starts licking her paws. This is now 6 minutes of mouth noises I have endured. 6 minutes! I tell her to stop, she looks at me, and verps water on the floor. Awesome.

Happy Friday.

9 months--and how I thought I knew how to clean.

What the hell is a crenshaw melon? I've never heard of that. Griffin weighs about the same though. We actually had a sonogram/ultrasound (I'm not sure of the difference. Can I go with ultragram from now on?) yesterday and they think he weighs about 5.5 lbs. The little, trying to come up with a sweet word that is also degrading?, brat?, would not turn his head and look at us so we didn't get a very clear picture of him. They didn't do one of the fancy pants ultragrams it was just the black and white one where you can't tell what much is. Jerk. OH well. He's growing, moving, loving life. Still holding onto his feet with one hand and one hand by his mouth. Cute! Apparently he's dropped --they know this because the doctor touched his head. ew. I had blood taken to make sure I haven't contracted AIDS in the last few months, and to check my iron, and strep b something or another. Will find out next week. So, everything's normal.
(My new concern is wetting the bed. No, not the kind where my water breaks and I think I've wet the bed. No, she said sometimes you may move in the night and your bladder relaxes and you ACTUALLY WET THE BED. I'm kind of paranoid about this now. That, and not having my roots done if he makes a surprise early entrance. And not having on mascara.)

So, Glammy (aka my mom) got us house cleaners as one of our MILLIONS of gifts that she so generously got us (and Poppy--my dad, though when it comes to present picking he's often hands off.) They came today. Oh. My. Goodness.

I thought I knew how to clean my house. I thought I did a good job. I thought I was obsessive.

No. I apparently clean like a 5 year old. They got here at 8:30. I came home at lunch and they were STILL HERE. They left at like 12:45. It now smells all chemically clean (you know, the good kind where you KNOW it's clean.) The baseboards are clean, our blinds are clean, clean clean clean.

I mean, I love this baby that I've been growing for 9 months and all--but today may be my favorite day ever. Sorry Griffin. The day you are born may have to be 2nd.