|Daddy sleeping with Cocalo. Now all we need is Trumpet Baby.|
Literally, it feels like there are ants crawling all over me. Nope, I haven't ingested, inhaled, or otherwise introduced my body to any illicit substances...I'm just itchy. Doc says it's hormones. I say it sucks. I'm not supposed to scratch, but I do.
I'm also more than ready to meet Trumpet Baby. She has a 100% decided-upon name, now, but you all have to wait. We have all of her clothes ready, Alex has filled out his LOA paperwork, I've "cleaned" (more on that later,) and she is officially term. At this point I am 37 weeks and 4 days, and about 2 and a half weeks from my calculated due date. Lots of prelabor is going on, but nothing terribly exciting. I know that I should be patient, since I'm not over-due by any stretch, but being told I'm progressing (2 cm a week and a half ago) really makes patience a virtue I have NO concept of at this point.
|Hey, Trumpet Baby. Let's get this show on the road so I can use this sickeningly cute diaper bag!|
I've also been nesting. Well, reverse-nesting. Instead of prepping a space for a baby, my "cleaning up a bit" last night turned into me packing LITERALLY EVERYTHING I OWN, except for my clothing. I am not set to move officially for two weeks, at least, if not more. I don't really understand how I did it, because I feel HUGE and can't get comfortable, but I keep having these crazy bursts of energy. The night prior to this particular episode I got four hours of sleep, total. Not consecutive. I think I've lost my mind.
Right now I'm drinking this nasty raspberry-leaf tea. Apparently, it MAYBE, MIGHT help me progress a bit. I'm usually not one for herbal supplements and natural remedies, but hey, it can't hurt to try. I also ate a whole thing of cut-up fresh pineapple. My tongue hurts.
We took pictures the other day. At first, I was apprehensive about getting maternity shots, because I find a lot of them crazy-awkward, and I haven't exactly been the glowing Madonna of radiant motherhood that some people are. However, a week or so of post-finals boredom got the best of me, and I drug Alex out to McCrory Gardens to snap a few pictures. It turned out to be a lot of fun for both of us, and I got some pretty nice shots that I'm happy with. I know I will thank myself later for that one.