Interesting...

I am totally buying stock in Zantac. I slept through the entire night last night (minus requisite pee breaks) without once waking up feeling like I have just made out with Lucifier. I even managed to sleep on just one pillow. You know, instead of the folded comforter and three pillows I have to use to prop myself up. It was a magical night.

In other news I'm testing out the Nikon D90 that was sent to our office from NGB. While we have D300s I actually prefer the D90 (mostly because it is smaller). So here are some photos:

I have no clue why the photos are stacked like that but anyways, it is Maggie, Fergus and Erik. Until Rhea's arrival these are the animals I share my home with. (Erik is the most house broken out of all of us.)

3 centimeters, 75% effaced...this could take forever

From what I understand, dilation and effacement are USELESS. That is until you hit the magical 4 cm and begin contracting (which I have stopped doing).

In better news I went out and purchased some generic Zantac 75 today and IT IS AWESOME!!!!
The real test will be tonight when the heartburn from hell returns for it's nightly visit. (I never had heartburn until well into the third trimester. That's when it hit me like a Mack truck.)

I went and saw Dr. Barbie today. (My biggest goal for my delivery is that I can get a picture of her to show you) She thinks that I may not make next week's appointment because I will be birthing a watermelon, I mean baby, before then. I'm not so hopeful. She did tell me that I barely look pregnant in my uniform which is, of course, an outright lie but it made me feel better.

I called my mom and let her know how my appointment went today. First, some background on my mother. She is a robot. No emotion what so ever. Don't get me wrong she loves her children VERY MUCH, she just has problems showing it sometimes. She is also a nurse (and a professor and working on her PhD but lets not go there). So when I called her and told her what Dr. Barbie had said and Her Majesty, the Queen of Calm, squealed like my 15 year old sister I was quite taken aback. It took me a good couple of minutes to actually process that she did it. As in I didn't realize it until after I got off the phone with her. I'm going to hold on to that little gem until a really large family gathering.

I have a paper due in approximately 24 hours. I'm in final edits so I should be safe but if Rhea is going to be born I know for a FACT that it will be at the most inopportune time ever, like when I'm supposed to be handing in said paper.

I'm going to take a bath now because I can.

OH MY GOD THE HEARTBURN!!!!!!!
Its like my stomach has been filled with molten lava. I'm not lying to you. I have honestly never had heartburn so bad.

Why demon spawn? All I want to do is allow you to exist. Why torture me so?!

Tums is a waste of my hard earned money. If I survive the night I'm hitting the CVS for Zantec (or whatever it's called). I cannot do this another night.

36 weeks, 3 days...

I wrote a pretty graphic post about poop during my geography class today. For the sake of my one follower I think I will keep that in the "things I don't post on the internet" file. let it suffice to say that poop is a big deal when your pregnant.

(Erik is listening to Edith Piaf right now, he is very cultured.)

So after class today I came home and I hung two blinds. They are the faux wood slate blind (in white) and I absolutely love them. I have them in my bedroom and living room. They look so clean and they don't cost half as much as real wood so score. Although half of the windows still have the old blinds on them because of a purchasing miscommunication but I will get more probably this week after work gets done. I have misplaced my tape measurer again but I can work around that.

I love my bedroom. We spent a lot of time (and money) on making it nice and because of that it doesn't look like it belongs in the same house. Eventually we will move on to fixing up the living room, horrendous kitchen, other (pink) bathroom and two bedrooms upstairs. We will also eventually need to install a new septic system and heater but hey I can wait for that.

I have a tendency to make decisions without making sure Erik is fully on board first but it seems to be working out OK. AND he did pick out the AWESOME wood floors for our bedroom so it's give and take I guess.

This post had almost nothing about Rhea in it. Which is because she is being a good little doobie right now and not kicking the crap out of her host. If she decides to arrive on her estimated due date she will be here in 25 days. Holy Shit is really all I can say to that.

I've been working on Rhea's baby book on and off since I got it a couple of weeks ago. I'm hoping I'll be around to tell her all the interesting stories but when she gets older she will have a collection to look back on. I hope she enjoys it.

More importantly I hope I do right by her.

False Labor

As I lie here contracting...
It's 3:33 am on a Saturday morning. I've been having period like cramps since about 2:15. I lost count at 12 but I know I'm way past that. Do I think this is IT? No not really mostly because then it would be exciting. How totally like me would my daughter be if she waited until the day after I hit 36 weeks to go into labor? (that's the cut off for when they would stop your labor)

Anywho I wanted to have some type of record of this in case it was, in fact, THE EVENT. So now I'm going to try and go back to sleep.

*UPDATE*

So I wound up going to the hospital and getting hooked up to the monitors. Good news is that Rhea is looking good and I was contracting. Bad news is they are useless contractions as they are not changing my cervix at all. I'm back at home.

So I'm frustrated because:

1. This is not comfortable at all.

2. They can't tell me if they will stop or labor will begin.

These facts are upsetting to me because all I can imagine is being in pain like this for the next 3 weeks. Its not that they are all that painful, its the 21-26 days of potential crampy-crappy feeling that is bothering me. Plus even though they aren't bothering her heart rate I can tell that Rhea isn't fond of being contracted on... She pushes back so hard when I get one its like my body is between a rock and a hard place.

I'm hoping that I'll wake up tomorrow and be able to go back to complaining about how much my pelvis hurts.

This blows.

I feel slightly guilty that I have spent the entire day in sweats... Technically I'm doing a SUTA and I should only have to worry what my commander thinks but I can sense people judging me. Well go screw! Putting in my uniform was more of a challenge then I could handle this morning. On the productive side, I managed to create 4 drill schedules on the god awful DTMS program. Without excessive swearing or smashing of sensitive equipment. Go me!!!