Preggo Diaries: Holy Crap...It's September! (subtitle: My Kid Is Peeing Inside Me!)

Wow! I am utterly flabberghasted that it's already September! I'm supposed to usher Kiddo into the world at the end of this month. Since today is the 5th, that means that I have approximately 18 days to get ready for this crazy parenthood thing. Ok, I'll admit it, I'm scared shitless! And yup, I just cursed! One of the many things that I will likely pass on to my dear son. Shit! I said "son." It's getting so real now, I'm kinda worked up about it! Can you tell? Anywho, let's do this fast:

37 Weeks - "Your baby is now considered full term, even though your due date is still three weeks away. If you go into labor now, his lungs will likely be mature enough to fully adjust to life outside the womb. He weighs 6 1/3 pounds and measures a bit over 19 inches, head to heel (like a stalk of Swiss chard). Many babies have a full head of hair at birth, with locks from 1/2 inch to 1 1/2 inches long."

I had both an ultrasound and an appointment this week. I love how doctors comment more on my legs and the persistent scars from bug bites, bad razors, and really bad cats, than they do on my burgeoning belly. I realize the marks look pretty bad and that I was naughty to scratch them when they were fresh, but let's stop talking about them and cut to the baby news, right?

The ultrasound was to check to make sure Kiddo's tootsies are pointed skyward. This was indeed confirmed! I also kind of got to see his lil face in 4D. My child, my beautiful son...looks like an alien. No, it's ok, I can say that because I'm his mother. His ability to be photogenic may have been compromised by the fact that the ultrasound tech kept pushing pretty deep into my belly and would then comment on just how smushed he was. And, almost half of his face was obscured by my placenta. Aaron and I have compared the forthcoming photo to either the Green Goblin or the old school "Bat Boy" magazine cover. So, here he is!

Yes, he has a pig nose. There is no sign of the hair that my weekly update suggested may be there. Also, the UT mentioned that he is 7 pounds! Not 6 1/3 as my email promised, but 7 whole pounds. Knock, knock Kiddo! Time to come out before your entry into this world results is MEGA pain and MEGA poundage! Geez!

I'm hoping that this week's ultrasound looks a bit better, but it's probably best if I don't hold my breath, right? Speaking of that, yup, I am required to have another ultrasound. Why? Well, it seems that my fluid level was low when they checked, so they want to make sure it goes back up. The UT said that it was likely due to the fact that Kiddo had swallowed fluid and hadn't peed yet. That gave me pause...I guess I'd never thought about the fact that my kid has been peeing inside me for nine months. My boss laughed when I told her and remarked that her grand-daughter peed on the way out of her momma. Not sure if that is comforting... So, the next ultrasound is to make sure that my fluid levels have gone back up, ie. to make sure my kid has peed inside me.

In other news, the dry tampon test revealed that yes, I am currently incubating Group B Strep. Woot! Wait, we don't like that...right. It really just means that I will be required to have IV antibiotics during labor. My doctor this week, currently my favorite for her bluntness and sense of humor stated, "I do not want you to deliver at home." That's great! It wasn't really in my plans to deliver at home since, you know, all the cool drugs live at the hospital, not to mention the fact that I don't want blood or other bodily fluids on my carpet. (My kid is peeing inside me, probably right now even.) I guess that testing positive for GBS is far more common than people think. The antibiotics are to help keep Kiddo safe, since GBS doesn't really affect me as an adult. The meds will help prevent him from catching GBS, which can cause scary things like meningitis. Not so cool, so bring on the meds.

Not much else is going on, other than the minor panic attacks due to how close delivery is. Work has been stressful as I try to plan out how to care for an admin placement, remedy some computer issues to enable people to monitor students while I'm gone on maternity leave (my kid is peeing in me), and combat a HUGE virus that struck the school, taking down almost the entire network and the phones in the building next door to us. No stress there, none at all. I have actually broken out in dyshidrotic eczema all over my hands and feet due to the stress. It's kind of nasty and it ITCHES!

I had a crying jag at work on Thursday due to the stress. I'm sure it's largely hormone related, but I don't like when people think that I can solve all computer issues. I guess maybe I need to create a cheat sheet of what I can and cannot fix; maybe I should try to figure out what those things are. The sheet could look something like this:

SchoolVue issue: call Valerie and she'll take a look
Printer issue: did you add it following the directions or is it jammed? Try fixing it yourself first, then call Valerie and she'll give it a try.
Computer is behaving funny while performing a basic task (ie. saving, printing, creating a document, etc.): try again yourself, and then call Valerie
Computer won't turn on and it is all plugged in: call help desk
Internet doesn't work: call help desk.
Finally, if Valerie says to call the help desk, I'm not joking and I'm not deflecting. I cannot solve all computer issues as I did not study computers in college and have no desire to learn more than I have already learned through "life exposure to computers." Seriously, if I say to call the help desk, I mean it. I'm tired of people who say "I wish (former tech specialist) was here. He'd solve it." It makes me angry to hear that, he did things that I either don't KNOW how to do or I am not COMFORTABLE doing because these are not my computers. I'd also like to point out that HE got paid to do this job and this is now my second year of attempting to field help requests while working with my students and I'm not receiving compensation. I am not begging for the money, but I am saying that I am working far more hours as both teacher and tech specialist than I would as just a teacher. I didn't even receive money for all the tech hours I worked this summer. I don't come in between 6:30 and 6:45 every day for my health. Grr.

Rant over! Yay! I promised pictures from Steph and Ryan's wedding. I stole them from all my FB buddies and Luther ladies. Here you go and TTFN!

Rehearsal Dinner with good people. Great shot, just not of me.

I should be a Raygun ad! This was at the salon, right after I got my hair done. All boobs and belly! And smoldering glare. I may have been up to something, or I was thinking about Skittles.