OK, so technically I am 34 weeks tomorrow, Friday, but in keeping with my current mantra of impatience, I figure, "what the heck? I'll post today!" 34 weeks. As I'm sure you can tell, I snapped that picture while waiting to see my OB yesterday. After leaving my beloved practice in Pennsylvania midway through my pregnancy, I began seeing a highly recommended mid size group of physicians down here in Maryland. Figuring I shouldn't get too attached to one physician so late in my pregnancy, I decided I should probably rotate through the 7 of them. And so I did. And here's a snapshot of how it went:
Dr. M: Recommended a fab pediatrician, however inferred that it was a "good thing I left oncology nursing because in her opinion, I wasn't old enough to have shared the kind of compassion and empathy with my patients that they were truly seeking." Yep, that was the first and last time I saw her. Freaking moron. With my luck, she'll be on-call when I go into labor.
Dr. H: Most definitely not much older than I, during our 20 minute appointment, kept referring to me as "Sweetie," as if I was an uninformed child. Um, just like they say on that MTV show, "Neeeexxxxxttt!"
Certified Nurse Midwife M: I actually saw CNM M first, before the practice informed me that I needed to verbalize whether or not I wanted to be followed by the Nurse Midwife half of the practice or the Physician half of the practice. CNM M needed to Google my own personal birth history as I was giving it because she didn't really understand the medical terms I was using. I kid you not. Needless to say, I chose to see the Physician half of the practice.
Dr. E: After my three previous caregiver interactions, I figured it might be time to make an appointment with one of the names leading the practice. You know what I mean. I'm seeing a group of doctors under the "X," "Y" & "Z" Group. I assumed it was about time I see Dr. "X." In this case, however, his last name began with an "E." And the first appointment I had with him, he comes strolling into the room relaxed, very tan and wearing khakis and boat shoes without socks. Now we're talking. Immediately after introducing himself, eyeing my Kindle, he strikes up a conversation about books and the Kindle vs. The Nook. Seriously, could this guy be any cooler? Any more my type? Had he not been shorter than myself, I may have labeled him Dr. Silver Fox. And there went my theory of seeing every doctor in the practice before I deliver. This guy is the bomb-diggity.
Weight gain. A weight gain of 36 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight. I jokingly informed Doc. Silver Fox that I now officially weigh MORE than my husband and in return he said, "Honey, once you pop that baby out, those pounds will melt right off. Even your husband won't be able to lose weight that easily." I'm sorry doc, but could we be BFF? Maybe hit up a Happy Hour in approximately 5 weeks?
Sleeping (or lack thereof). Nothing more than a chore. I go to bed with throbbing feet and aching hips and despite my love affair with the Snoogle, I wake up feeling the same way.
Have you seen my fingers? I can't feel them. My hands randomly started going numb these past couple of weeks. It's really annoying when trying to blow dry your hair, put on makeup, grocery shop.. Pretty much any activity that involves raising your arms above your head for a short while.
Lightening hoo-ha. Check any medical book. You may or may not find this condition in there. But it refers to the shooting, stabbing pains that I'm now feeling in my nether regions as Baby Boy continues to finagle himself into just the right head-down position. Holy cow does this hurt.
The desire to sit around your house wearing nothing but underwear. Not only am I slowly approaching that stage in pregnancy where even my maternity clothes no longer fit, but I'm also beginning to loathe the feeling of any type of fabric clingy or loose, touching the belly. Shirts, tanks, waistbands of pants, shorts, etc. Gross. Maybe I should start looking into joining a nudist colony for these final few weeks.
Ah, 34 weeks and a much anticipated Nursery Sneak!
So many of you have commented and emailed me in regards to whether or not I would be sharing pictures of the nursery! Well, let's just say it's very slowly coming along. I'm a little disappointed in myself that it's not already finished, but I do have to keep reminding myself that we did just buy a brand new house and have managed to paint nearly every single room and furnish it accordingly. The fact that the nursery is only a third of the way complete and the rest of our house is nearly perfect speaks volumes. However, I'm still neurotic and impatient and feel only slightly like a Mommy Slacker.
Here's a peak at our reading/feeding corner. Major kudos goes out to Hubs who painted this entire room by himself, including the painstaking stripes that required superhuman patience and concentration to outline, tape, prime and paint. Pardon the iPhone photo, but if you can't tell, Baby Boy's room (gosh, it's REALLY hard not to type his name!) is predominantly a dark grey-ish blue with khaki and white accent stripes. That, my friends, is a picture of the world's most comfiest swivel-glider combo known to man. It's upholstered in a chic microfiber that I am just in love with and can't wait to clean both breast milk and baby spit-up off of that sucker.
Baby Boy's crib is also assembled in the room, but I haven't quite gotten around to making it up with his bedding of choice. Here's a sneak peak of Baby Boy's crib bedding. My goal was not to go too overboard with a theme of sorts, but we have chosen to accent his room with both Beatrix Potter and Peter Rabbit artwork and other tstochtkes. So, I guess you can say his room will be a Peter Rabbit Nursery.
Although Baby Boy will be spending the first few weeks of his life sleeping in our room, my goal is to have his nursery completed by the second week of July. Then I PROMISE to share with you all how darling his room looks all put together!
With home, the home you call your own,
It really doesn't matter where,
There is no place, in all the world,
That ever will or can compare.