You know you’re a huge Internet GEEK when you update in between massive contractions. Water broke. See you on the other side.

Why is it that EVERY time I have to get up early to go to a prenatal appointment, I have to actually wake Hayley up? She probably would have slept until about 8 this morning because she was stone cold asleep when my alarm went off at 7, and I had to rouse her from whatever she was happily dreaming about so that we could get up on this cold (COLD) morning to go out.

Phooey. I’d rather be sleeping. Prenatal appointments are certainly better than sick appointments, but once they become weekly they get a little tiresome just because of the effort involved in getting there.

Everyone knows that you shouldn’t leave a baby unattended. Sometimes you feel really happy and relieved when they grow up enough that you CAN leave them unattended to do something quickly, like pee or get something from the kitchen or whatever.

And then this morning Hayley got out her marker stamps and reminded me that even at three, sometimes leaving her alone in the living room for all of one minute just so I can pee can sometimes be a bad move.

Luckily they’re very washable.

I started this in the morning and only got it finished now. Sheesh. New entry up.

There’s a widely known phenomenon in pregnancy known as nesting. It sometimes happens in the second trimester when you first start to get back some of the energy that eluded you in the first trimester. It also frequently happens shortly before you burst into labor. I’m not sure what causes it but it seems a majority of women do go through it. I guess it’s a throwback to the old survival days where cleaning the cave would have ensured that there were no hidden dangers before the baby arrived.

It happened to me with Hayley. In the energy burst of the second trimester I found myself cleaning things that really didn’t matter much, like the cupboards in the bathroom that no one ever sees. Then, shortly before I had Hayley, George came home to the stereotype of his pregnant wife on her hands and knees in the kitchen, scrubbing between the floor tiles with an old tooth brush. Seriously. I was mocking myself but I couldn’t make myself stop either. It’s crazy.

This time has been different. I didn’t really get a noticeable burst of energy in the second trimester, though at least I could stay up later than 10 pm and I stopped feeling like I was going to barf at any given moment. I’ve had a few small nesting urges over the past month or so. One example was when I could have gotten away with just re-stacking the towels in the linen closet but ended up pulling everything out to re-organize and clean it. Other times have been when I know that I’m tired and that I’ve done enough cleaning that I can stop for awhile but I keep wiping things down anyway.

But I guess that having a three-year-old who runs you ragged and doesn’t nap wears on the nesting urge a little. I’ve been having mental nesting instead and I’m hoping that can be a good sign too. For instance, over the past few hours I have had an overwhelming desire to do the dishes that didn’t get done yesterday since we were out all day, dust the wood furniture with actual furniture polish, clean the fish tank, clean the rat tank, do some de-cluttering in the living room, and do some laundry. Thus far I have only actually gotten the dishes washed. It’s like my body doesn’t have the energy required to keep up with my brain. If I had telekinetic powers, I would have the cleanest apartment in the world.

Let’s hope that my mental nesting means that the baby is ready to finally come out. We went to visit friends yesterday and stayed for supper where I ate spaghetti and hot sausage which I covered in a huge cloud of hot chili pepper, but it didn’t bring on labor at all – just a bit of heartburn at 2 am. Alas.

Out, out, OUT!

I had another prenatal appointment yesterday. I was 38 weeks and 6 days at the time, which is when I took this picture.

Today I hit 39 weeks. I am officially in the single digits for how many days are left until my due dates (the 20th for the ultrasound, the 21st according to my chart). So close, and yet so far. It wouldn’t be so annoying if I wasn’t constantly having contractions that get close enough and painful enough to make me hopeful, only to have them disappear. Phooey.

My new favorite google hit? Someone found me by searching for photo of the biggest pregnant belly in the whole wide world!

That’s too funny. And you know, sometimes I feel like it’s just THAT big, but I’m pretty sure it’s ot the world’s biggest, so I hope the searcher wasn’t too disappointed.

Don’t read the rest of this if you haven’t seen tonight’s “Lost” yet unless you actually want to be majorly spoiled.

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Last night, after Hayley went to sleep (mighty quickly too, between being under the weather and under the drowsy power of cough and cold medecine, poor monkey), I came out to the kitchen and made three tuna salad sandwiches for George’s lunch today. Because, you know, I’m a good wife that way.

There was a little too much left over to fit into any of the sandwiches but way too little to keep. There was maybe a tablespoon left in the bowl. Rather than waste it, I decided to put it on a little biscuit and eat it since I was hungry anyway. It was 9 at night. I went to bed at about 11:15.

At 4 in the morning I woke up thinking I was going to DIE from the acid reflux. That was a whole seven hours after the fact. Even now, at almost 10 in the morning I feel a little gurgly. I think I’m going to have to pop a few antacids to get it to stop.

ONE TABLESPOON of tuna. Stupid acid reflux.