It's an exciting and nervewracking time, to be sure, with just 2 weeks to go before the Sprout's birthday. I'm glad to have this week over with, though. I think the version might have been a little more stressful on me than I initially realized as I felt out of sorts Thursday and Friday, especially today. I have been feeling a little nauseated and a little crampy, which is all normal, but I connect it to the version anyway. I went into work yesterday late, but still put in all of my hours -- I find that wanting to find a good stopping point at work has become a big priority for me. Today, coupled with the regular exhaustion of being 8 1/2 months pregnant, I felt like I was recovering from the flu. Though I had a meeting and tons of other things to do, I stayed on the couch and slept for hours. I also find myself less and less satisfied about having to have a c-section as time goes on. I know that is a standard procedure and I have only the baby's safety in mind, but I just wish it wasn't this way. We have never really planned on having more than one baby (though we haven't closed the book on that option) and I just didn't see the experience going this way. Again, I'm glad that I have long ago given up on being in control. I did consult a chiropractor this morning to see if we can do anything else to encourage the baby to flip, but, as that appears to a controversial topic with some people, I don't want to discuss it further.
I'm waiting to hear back from Midwife Judith, but she was going to see whether we could schedule the c-section on March 17 or 20. (Linda, we may still may end up with March 16 yet, so don't give up hope yet.) It's strange to have some dates lined up.
Anyway, the week ended up on a good note. We love the neighborhood that we live in. It differs wildly from other places that we have lived in that we actually know the names of our neighbors and know them well enough to like them. I admit that I don't know tons of people around the neighborhood, but we know everyone in the dozen or so homes around the cul-de-sac. We even like each other well enough to break bread together and every couple of months, someone hosts a dinner or Sunday brunch.
Tonight we had a dinner at one of our neighbor's and it turned out it was an opportunity to toast Aaron, me and the Sprout -- the first baby on the block. We are at the vanguard of a mini-baby boom in our intown enclave. One other woman on the cul-de-sac is pregnant, another around the corner is and someone a block down (who I don't know) either had a baby or found a great deal on "It's a Boy" mylar balloons to decorate her yard. After a nice dinner that involved some talk about babies, but some regular people talk, too (always a good thing), they presented a card and very nice gift card to Target. Yeah! Good food and gift cards -- definitely a positive way to end this week.
Just so you can have a sense of what my neighbors are like, here is a sampling of what they signed in the card:
"Congrats! Can't wait to babysit!"
"We are very happy for you guys."
"This block really needs some new blood -- thanks for doing your part!"
"So, how long until you move waaaaay up to Kennesaw like all my other friends with young kids? Not for a long time, I hope!"
"I have tried, tried and nothing....Actually I am relieved that you guys had a baby before I did. So thrilled for you" (from a neighbor with a highly developed sense of irony)
and this from the hosts of the dinner:
"Happy Baby! Keep him off our lawn."
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First, I love the fact that y'all put together this blog to describe the wonderful "process" of pregnancy! Thanks for the kind thank-you card and for including this URL in your note. I'm sad to read about the neighborhood party sans the Moes, but please know that we're thinking of the two of you and wishing you well. Deb and I enjoyed trying to guess who wrote each comment on your card, so we'll have to find out how well we did upon our return in early June. Take care and congratulations! - Michael Moebes
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