Out of Steam

Well, I'm officially out of the nesting phase. I am back to my regular self again. Avoiding chores like the plague.

This Thursday was supposed to be my Week 37 check up but my doctor isn't in that day, and I guess they were all booked up Friday, because now my appointment will be Monday, December 12th at 9:30 in the morning. Greeeeeeat. I will be 37 weeks and 4 days. Does that mean I'd have to go back in for the 15th? Two appointments in one week? Or now will I be late perpetually? Will I be given my pelvic at 37.5 weeks and then just skip the 38th week and wait until 39? Can I please just go into labor now so I don't have to think about it?

Since I don't have a doctors appointment on the 8th, I am going to get my hair cut instead. I want my layers evened out and a few inches cut off. I think I'll get a mani/pedi too. Sounds like a good idea to me! I'll have Brian call his aunt's salon for me tomorrow to make an appointment for at least one of those things.

I'm trying to cope with the false labor. I keep panicking. Is this a real contraction? No. Okay. Well... alright then. Is this a real one? Hmmm... No. okay. The baby hasn't dropped. I have passed any plugs or had my water break, and my contractions are sporadic at best. Not that any of that means anything; the baby doesn't always drop before labor begins, the plug and water don't always break, and the false contractions could be real contractions, just a little lame. It does all add up to one thing though:

I'm stuck being pregnant for now.

The baby moves so much it is hard to focus on anything else. He presses down against me and it suddenly feels like I have to pee now! I think I spend more time in the bathroom than anything else these days. I crave lots of water. My feet are so swollen they are actually round. I drink so much water that I expect it to start oozing out of my feet. I crave sweets all the time. I can't decide if I want cookies, brownies, or milkshakes. Or a combo of all three. So far, Brian's not given in to my demands whims. I think a cookie dough, brownie bite, peppermint shake sounds delicious. He looks at me like I've grown a second head.

Which I have. In my belly. So give me milkshakes now please. No such luck. Sigh.

Back to crocheting. Something to get my mind off of the nothing that is happening.

....That's Annoying

So there is this... 16 year old or thereabouts chick at Brian's work. Let's call her... Red.She happens to be pregnant. And she also happens to flirt with Brian a lot. Anyway, today she was asking Brian why he was waiting around after he got off work and he said that he was waiting on a pizza.

Red: Oh, so what's your wife's favorite kind of pizza?
Brian: BBQ Chicken.
Red: ....that's annoying.
Brian: *stared at her funny* (thinking: why would her favorite pizza be annoying?)


Red: So you didn't even know I was pregnant?
Brian: No, why would I?
Red: You couldn't see my belly?
Brian: No I don't look down when I walk.
Red: So all you see is my red hair?
Brian: Yeah.
Red:  What color is your wife's hair?
Brian: Light brown, but she likes to be blonde.
Red: She dyes her hair? That's annoying.
Brian: Why?
Red: Women who dye their hair are fake.
Brian: She doesn't bleach it white or anything, it's just highlights.

I guess she is always asking Brian about me, and then says something along the lines of "oh that's annoying" for every little thing. Brian was wondering why she would ask about me, and I told him it's 16 year old logic. She thinks that if she puts me down enough, that Brian will start to think that she is better than me, whether or not she's trying to get in his pants, I don't think it matters.

This girl has never met me. So I'm not worried. As she isn't even out of high school yet and already knocked up, I'm sure she has other things she needs to worry about hehe.

All Brian had to say about the situation was...

"That's Annoying!" :)

I'm slightly annoyed myself, but not really... I remember being 16 and thinking if I put down this boy's girlfriend then he would think I was the better choice (naturally) ...what I didn't realize at the time though, it just makes you look catty. She's got a lot of growing up to do (like all teens) so I'm just going to shrug it off and laugh. I told Brian though, if she asks after me again, to just say "why does it matter?" because really, she doesn't need to know anything about me if she's just going to put me down in front of my husband without me to defend myself. And also, Brian gets mad. So instead of giving her fuel, he's just going to shut her down every time and not say anything.

...And no, Brian doesn't like BBQ chicken pizza. But that's why we get half and half. I do BBQ and he does pepperoni with sausage.