It's 2:30 a.m. and I am wide awake

Because Baby Vincent is crushing the crap out of my bowels.  Pretty damned literally.  There's nothing like trying to sleep through this insistent pressure on my bowels.  And I want to sleep now darnit.  I have to get up early to mow the lawn before it gets Sauna-hot-and-steamy outside.  Blah.

I'm off to bed with a glass of milk and desperate prayers for Baby  to take a nap so I can too.

So we had our 34 1/2 week check up today...

Our next check up is in two weeks.  I kind of tried to weedle out of Doc just how big he thought this pumpkin growing inside me is going to be.  He wouldn't wage a guess this early, but he did say he's already around 6 lbs NOW.  For some people 6 lbs is a normal size baby. 

I will now go rifling through my "What to Expect When You're Expecting" to try to find anything that might indicate a way of guesstimating birth weight based on weight at the 34 week check-up.  Probably isn't anything there.

I can actually make out the outline of a well rounded thigh ending in a knee that frequently juts out just about rib-cage level and the sharp corner of an elbow just behind my belly button.  This kid is STRONG.  When he gets hiccups, you can actually SEE my belly jump from a couple of feet away.  At times my entire belly seems to vibrate with motion.  And when Baby V.J. moves, it's like having a tractor trailer go rolling over my bladder and bowels. 

How am I going to walk around another 5 1/2 weeks like this?  Stay tuned for future updates. 

;D

It's 4:00 a.m.

and I'm awake for the second or third time since I went to bed last night.  I have a horrific sinus headache from doing a good deal of crying.

Yesterday I lost a good friend to cancer.  I really hate cancer.  I'm so worried for her really wonderful devoted husband.  I know it's good that Pat's suffering is over AND she DID go in peace rather than some awful suffering last moments misery, but it's sure hard to believe she's gone.  She's so good and my little baby will never know her.  I'm so sad.

Here's to you Pat.  You taught me a lot while you were here.  Look out for us down here.  Pray for us all.

Dear God, Please help us

Another incident in London.  Our nearest and dearest Allies in this war on terrorism are now subject to this evil.  I can't help but feel that my President is at least partly to blame.  It seems his greatest effort was extended toward avenging his fathers grudge against Sadaam Hussein.  Leaving only his most impotent efforts at capturing Bin Laden.  With all of the time and money and human lives we've spent on this war in terrorism, why is it even possible that these Evil Lowlifes are able to continue?

Londoners, I am so sorry for all of this.  May God have mercy on all of us.

The WEATHER?

Un-freakin'-bearable.

Title? We don't need no stinkin' title

So Monday was the most recent checkup at the Obstetrician.  I have to go every two weeks now.  It's killing me.  I'm the type who NEVER goes to the doctor.  I have to be near death and in absolute misery before I'll even consider going to the Doctor.  Here I am, probably healthier than I normally am because I'm watching everything for Baby Vincent, and yet at the Doctor every few weeks.  It's frustrating, though quite necessary.

Anyway, Dr. H says everything is fine.  Did an internal and the heartbeat shebang.  I've been feeling like this baby is huge compared to what I remember of older son ten years ago.  I said to Dr. H, "Dr. my other son was a full 8 lbs, which is a fairly large baby, and I don't remember feeling this much movement and in as many places as early as this.  People can actually see my tummy moving without even trying to look.  Do you think this is going to be a large baby?" 

Dr. H smiles sweetly and nonchalantly replies in his faint mid-eastern accent, "Oh, yes.  I think maybe this is a bigger one."  Words that strike fear in the hearts of every 5'3" and under woman in the world.

Needless to say, I'm more than a little nervous and was unable to press him as to just exactly HOW BIG is a "bigger one".  I have to go back again on the 25th.  I'm hoping that Dr. A will tell me without pressing.  I'm kind of almost afraid to ask.  Then there's the added problem of that it's all really just guesstimating.  They really don't have a definite way of knowing.  And the guy who works with hubby had a pregnant wife who delivered day before yesterday.  About a week or two before her due date, the Dr. told her he thought her baby was around 10 lbs, and, since she's such a tiny woman, they should go ahead and plan on a c-section.  Well her baby was born and is only 7 1/2 lbs.  I don't want them putting me through an unnecessary c-section.  Actually, I don't want a c-section at all.  I've already pushed out an 8 pounder.  Surely I can handle a SLIGHTLY larger babe, right?  So shy of breach, I have no intention on submitting to a c-section, but that girl has the same Dr. that I do.  So I'm kinda nervous. 

Of course Chris at Rude Cactus (see links at left) and his wife Beth are also worrying about the whole c-section thing since the beanette has recently decided to flip back over butt first in her Mommy's weary womb.  So, maybe I should stop being a whiner lest my wee one decide to do similarly worrisome acrobatics.

In other news, I'm sick of the Florida heat.  Even the walk out to the mailbox is like stepping into a sauna.  I'm giving thanks everyday that we've been missed by both Hurricane Dennis AND Hurricane Emily, but I do wish they'd just spun out to sea rather than hitting other areas.  Those of us who live along the Gulf were tortured enough last year.  These Hurricanes are really a threat to one's sanity.

I found re-newed joy in the internet while I was 2 weeks without a modem.  I would go back to posting more often, but then I'd really confuse everyone when I had to drop out of sight for a while when Baby V.J. comes into the home stretch.  If you want to pray for anything for me, pray for a miracle -pray that I'll be this amazing powerhouse of energy after our Baby Boy comes.  I'm so worried about neglecting the house and the Big Brother and the meals and the Hubby.  I know that's the least of things, but...

Well, HR Mommy signing off.  Feel free to share your two cents.  Ask questions if you like. 

UNBELIEVABLE

Okay, so you're all probably already thinking that I've gone missing again.  Believe me, it was not by choice.  I went to Daytona with 10 yr old son and had lots of exhausting fun.  Came home, unpacked, went to check my e-mail and found that my modem was hit by lightning.

Still, when my company from Jersey arrived the next day I persuaded her husband to try to look at it.  Definitely fried.  Pooh!

Boy was I irritated.  Didn't get it fixed until today because there's just been no time and since we live no-man's-land, there's no computer shop in town.  Today we took it to circuit city and it was done in less than two hours.  YAY!  Here I am back once again.  Let me just tell you, I don't do well offline.  I think I've been suffering withdrawal symptoms.  All I did Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday was lay around and make very weak attempts at small household duties.  Today?  Today I am a fireball.  Okay, not so much a fireball, but maybe more like a burning match.  LOL.

Anyway this was your explanation and I'll probably update y'all again midweek.  Bye.