OMS ( Oh My Spider)

The other night I woke to what I consider everyone's worst 'real' nightmare.
I woke up to a tickling and kinda brushed my face. I though my hair had fallen into my face.
Since I was up I decided to go pee. On the way back I spotted something on the floor. I turned on the light... a huge spider! It then dawned on me that that huge spider had been crawling on my face and I had swatted it across the room!!!! EWWWW!!!
I HATE spiders and the thought that one was one me... made me cry. What if I hadn't woken up? Gross.
I ran to the kitchen (running at 38 weeks pregnant- okay I scurried) and got a bowl to place over top until morning. I then proceeded to look through the covers for any other evidence of fellow spider friends. Another realization occured- this spider was so massive- it didn't have any friends- who ever hung out with him had been already eaten and devoured by him. Eek!
Needless to say I have had a hard time sleeping aever since. Every brush of the sheets, every itch, sends me into a whirlwind. I don't know if I can get over this.
Words can't describe how violated I feel by that disgusting spider. Dale didn't even kill it the next morning. He laughed and managed to 'set it free' outside. It reminded me of the horrible justice system we have. Letting someone go for such a horrible crime, where the victim is left traumatized forever? How unfair.

Full Term!
Here is me- 37 weeks with my big baby belly! 18 days till the 'official due date.'
Notice how shirts have begun to retreat?! Baby continues to drop, preparing for the big day. Stomach is as tight as a fully blown balloon.
In fact, at 4 am this morning, I had a contraction. I thought for sure this was it! Labour was here. A strong, painful cramping that lasted about a minute and went away. My doctor says it could begin to happen more often as a sign of labour coming on (yay!) or it could happen once a day until baby comes... whenever that could be....

Its amazing to look at a belly like this, and realize the miracle of it all. How is this humanly possible? How do I even stay balanced?

P.S. Don't I look exhausted? This cold has really taken a toll on me.

There is Hope

Well, a few nice things to cheer me up.

• a great group of readers who left me such positive, encouraging thoughts. THANK YOU


• Doctors visit- lost 2 pounds and baby's head has moved further down


• a wonderful soak in the not- so -hot hot tub last night- a beautiful thing


• a tasty cinnamon bun for mid morning snack


• only 2 wake -up -and- have- to- pees last night

Done Like Dinner *

This is a venting post. Please do not read if you don't want to hear about my no good terrible very bad day(s).

I hear many pregnant women say that towards the end, you are done. Well I'm done. Finito. I tried not to be like that, but it is clearly, undeniably here. Everything starts to add up, and I have reached my boiling point.

I now have a cold. I can't seem to breathe through my nose or my scratchy, sore throat, and of course, can't take anything for it.

I have the largest belly known to man. In fact, I couldn't seem to squeeze into a bathroom stall at a restaurant last night without some serious manuerving. I have also outgrown many maternity shirts. What the...

I also caught a glimpse of the bikinis lining the back of my drawer. Never again to be worn, thanks to the beautiful stretchmark memorablia my baby has left me. Sigh. The sacrifices a mother makes. Had I known, I would have pranced around in them prior to this whole 500 pound marked up belly nightmare.

I went to do laundry this morning, and in the middle of the cycle, my kitchen sink started to regurgitate sinky smelly water. Pipes starting squirting water underneath. I broke down in tears and phoned Dale. Way past my boiling point now. He tried to direct me as what to do, but the smell caused an immediate return of the oh so familiar vomit dry heave that I have been so sorely missing. Still crying, not able to breath and puking at this point. Glamorous eh? He ended up coming home to help calm me and the water.

So yes, this morning involved lots of crying and done-ness. I tried to mentally convince the baby to come early. I mean, whats 3 more weeks really?

Dale's parents have kindly offered to turn their hottub right down to luke warm so I can soak in there tonight, as I am like a massive beached whale that is 1/8 covered in my own tub. I just need some weight and pressure to be gone. Even if I step out tof the tub and its right back, at least for a short period of time, I was living below my boiling point.

* Pleae don't get me wrong- I love this baby already with all my heart, and want to meet him/her very badly. I am just VERY ready. And, as you can probably tell, my hormones have gotten the best of me. I mean why 9 months? Dogs carry their babies for much shorter and they turn our fine!?

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Three's Company

So, one official month left! Last Thursday was the 11th, so 4 weeks to our due date.
Many, including us, feel that we will have this little munchkin earlier. That would be nice. Not quite yet, but soon.

My bag is nearly packed. I keep adding stuff to it, taking stuff out, but if we were to go into labour, the basics are there. I even bought a box of popsicles for labouring. Hopefully they last in the freezer. These days around here...

Finished off our Prenatal Classes with a hospital tour. I think that was my 'breaking out of denial' point. It became quite clear about the road ahead. Eek.
It went from "Yay! We are having a baby!" to more like " Oh my God, I am going to have to have a baby."

Its funny now because at the beginning of my pregnancy, I was always told I showing early/ I was 'big' for how far along I was. NOw, I hear the opposite from people mostly. I am not very big for 36 weeks. Excuse me?! I am pretty sure I am Massive with a capital M.

The insomnia is getting better, thanks to having the whole bed to myself! With the cooler weather, Dale is quite content to have his own bed to himself... in the camper in the backyard.
It works out pretty good for now, but it will be nice to crawl into bed together at some point in the near future!?

Dale has also come down with a cold. I am quite nervous to catch it, hence why he is working around the outside of the house today, and I am inside blogging.

Book Bound

So, Dale-e-o is in Montreal. Yes, your probably wondering, "how on earth could he leave his 35 week prego wife whose cervix has already softened and moved forward?" Well when work calls...
Seriously- tough job - he has to go to a bike tradeshow/convention to 'demo bikes' and talk to reps for 5 days. Someones got to do it eh? Geez... He is on strict orders to have his cell phone on him and anser it at ALL times, incase a quick trip back is neccessary! Could you imagine?

So, home alone I am. although far apart, Dale and I both have ourselves immersed in books.
Myself- tackling the job of completeing my baby scrapbook. A big job, but since I have the whole house to myself, I can haul out all my crafty stuff without the 'look. ' Its amazing how long it takes to complete just one page, and you hope that the child will appreciate it one day.
Dale, on the other hand, is emersing himself, by his own will, in his prenatal homework. He is taking his labour coach /father-to-be job quite seriously, thank goodness, and brought his Baby's Best Chance Book to read on the plane. Too cute.

So this weekend, although lonely, has been quite productive. I have managed to complete the baby/pregnancy scrapbook up to current, order in yummy veggie pizza, rent disney movies, wear my p.j.s nearly all day, buy a deep n' delicouos cake to munch on and even have the whole bed to myself ( not counting Ginger).

All things I never would have gotten to do if the spouse was around. So, although Dale may be galavanting the country, I am busy being a girl. And probably having just as much fun.

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dale steals the show again

last night we attended our first of four 2 hour prenatal sessions.
we showed up late- embarassing enough.
but then dale proceeded to amuse the other couples and instructors, as per usual.
it was actually pretty funny. the continual comments that made me giggle and also blush with a tinge of 'do i know this man?'

example #1

"so lets review... dads- who can tell me what we are supposed to ask our wife is she thinks she is in labour?"

(dale) "honey, how far apart are the transactions?"

an honest mistake... but now portrayed as the apparent shopaholic????? hilarious.

example #2

" dads again... what is the cervix again- how can we remember what it is/does?"

(dale, very proudly calls out) " its like the trap door!"

i kurumba.