Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Who Needs Sleep?

I want a boring week. A week with no activities, nothing planned, no unexpected phone calls from the doctor's office. In the past week and a half I had both baby showers. (In Vernal, mainly for family and the other one at home for Marcus' family and my friends.) They were both a lot of fun and I got a lot of cool stuff. Baby G is all ready totally spoiled!! The only two things I can even think of that I still need are a swing and a breast pump. We got her a car seat the other night. For some reason, buying that made everything so real. I have my bag all packed with everything except for my mediation CD, which I am working on at the moment. Christian has unknowingly given up one side of his closet for all of the baby's things.

My sister was in town last weekend to throw the Vernal baby shower. I took her to the airport, which is always a dreaded thing. It was early Monday morning and I was nauseous and tired, but was doing okay dropping her off--until she reminded me that I was having a baby in June and she wouldn't be here. I kept my composure until I was back in my car, and then I lost it. The rest of the day I was a complete basket case. She is my person and half way across the country!! Last time she came to town and I had to take her to the airport, I got a call from the doctor's office. That's when they told me that Baby G could possibly have Down Syndrome. This time I also got a call from the doctor's office. I have Group B Strep and have to be on NASTY antibiotics for the next week. Kim is not allowed to visit and have me take her to the airport until after the baby is born, and even then, I think I will be a little hesitant. The Strep B stuff is horrible for the baby if not treated and the more I read about it, the more freaked out I get. I just want to have this baby soon and have her be healthy. Is that too much to ask?!

It would be nice if I only had to worry about this pregnancy, but no...that would be much too easy. There are crazy things going on with both businesses. TSS is getting busier; three weeks from now we have a huge photo shoot. (Marcus says I will have the baby on May 21, he is now changing his mind. He will be taking over 800 pictures and can't work in a trip to the hospital. :) Then yesterday we got some exciting news that will dramatically change Charley's, but we are not allowed to talk about yet. (Don't ask Mom; I wont even tell you!!)

Then Christian has decided he doesn't need to nap during the day. He may not need a nap, but I need him to. Those two hours save my sanity. That is the only time I get anything done. I try throughout the day to do things, but just take a look at my laundry room and you will see how successful I am at that. I have however finally finished Christian's and the baby's patchwork quilts that I have wanted to get done forever. On Baby G's, I even machine quilted it instead of tying it. They aren't perfect, but they are both made with love....or whatever. ( I have to make myself feel better about how they turned out. My OCD side doesn't let me do anything I am happy with.)

Who needs sleep? They say sleep now before the baby comes, but when you can't get comfortable and have to go to the bathroom every five minutes, how are you suppose to do that? So maybe instead of sitting on my growing rear, I should be doing things now that I can't do when Christian is awake or won't have time to do when the baby comes. But then again, sitting on my growing rear is something I can't do when Christian is awake or when the baby comes....

1 comment:

Kim said...

So my first response was, "Awww. I'm your person!" But then I realized I knew that already. Then I thought, "Twit. Make me cry. Again. Rude." Then it was, "Wow. How come I'm the bad omen girl?" And then? Then it was, "HOLY FREAKING CRAP! (well, that's what I think when I know mom reads your site.) You're having a baby! In a month!" Dude. Seriously. Do everything you can possibly think of right now that you're not going to get to do with an infant. Cuz once she's here... life is all sorts of different. (I didn't SAY worse, did I? I didn't even mean worse. Just different.) And holy crap. You're having a baby.