February 10, 2009

• Good Morning Barf Face

  I awoke this morning to the chipper sounds of my two year old vommitting in her bed. The first thought in my head was, “HAHA! I’m not the stay-at-home parent anymore, DEREK IS!!!”
  I happily booted his ass out of the covers to attend to the sick child and rolled back over. The clock said I had thirty more minutes of sleep. Sweet.
   
  *eyes closed*
   
   
   
   
  *eyes closed*
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
  *eyes still closed*
   
   
   
   
   
   
  Nope, I’m not going to be able to go back to sleep. Crap.
  I guess it’s part of being a mom.  My baby was crying and her daddy was turning green so I got up to help.  I bathed the poor shivering girl to get the vomit out of her hair. Five years ago if I was saying the same sentence, this would have been a hilarious hangover morning filled with pizza and “hair of the dog” beers.
  But no.
  Baby = instamom-mode
  Which means all seemingly cool stories will inevitably end with “Then I gave her the little pink bunny and sent her back to bed.”
   
  Derek had an interview first thing this morning to be an animal shelter assistant. Not because we need the money (my job more than covers the bills) but because he thought it would rock to hang out with puppies and fluffy things all day. (And we have a big enough back yard to accomodate anything he brought home.) Last night out of the blue he asks, “Honey, do you think I should take a job?”
  Odd. This is the perfect job that you would love and you can do it for fun not for bills. Why would anyone ask if they *shouldn’t* take it?
  “You’re about to have the baby,” he said, “And I really feel  like something’s telling me this isn’t the right path for me to take. I feel like I should be at home with the kids and going to school online full time until my degree is completed.”
  “Well, honey if you pray that God will lead you, He will.”
  And He did.
  Vomit-filled mornings make no time for getting dressed for interviews.
  Don’t ask God for a sign, He’ll puke the answer all over your plans so there’s no way to miss it.
   
  My grandma is still in the hospital for those of you who know about it. Hopefully today will go well and she can get off the breathing machine. She’s been in for the past 8 days, so keep her in your prayers.
   
  36 Weeks Baby Update
   
   
  
  
  

  How your baby’s growing:

  Your baby is still packing on the pounds — at the rate of about an ounce a day. She now weighs almost 6 pounds (like a crenshaw melon) and is more than 18 1/2 inches long. She’s shedding most of the downy covering of hair that covered her body as well as the vernix caseosa, the waxy substance that covered and protected her skin during her nine-month amniotic bath. Your baby swallows both of these substances, along with other secretions, resulting in a blackish mixture, called meconium, will form the contents of her first bowel movement.

  At the end of this week, your baby will be considered full-term. (Full-term is 37 to 42 weeks; babies born before 37 weeks are pre-term and those born after 42 are post-term.) Most likely she’s in a head-down position. But if she isn’t, your practitioner may suggest scheduling an “external cephalic version,” which is a fancy way of saying she’ll try to coax your baby into a head-down position by manipulating her from the outside of your belly.

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