{Bump} 36 Weeks

Warning: as this is a post about pregnancy there may or may not be some "lady business" talk.

My face in this picture pretty much sums up how I feel right now:

I am so tired! This past week I have had two false alarms. Such a TEASE!

Thursday evening my contractions were 5-7 minutes apart for an hour, then 3-5 minutes apart for 45 minutes and then they went to 2-3 minutes apart for 30 minutes before I decided to head to the hospital.

They had me on the monitors for 4 hours with contractions 2-3 minutes apart and had to send me home because there was NO progression.

Friday evening I lost my "plug". (Can't believe I just wrote that...Eeew)

Saturday evening the baby dropped.

Monday(yesterday) I had contractions all day and then in the evening they picked up to 2-3 minutes for 2 hours and were much lower than on Thursday night. I headed back to the hospital 

and after an hour was sent home...AGAIN.

Blarg.

Apparently I am having a crap ton of useless, but perfectly timed, contractions that have done NOTHING!

Nothing, that is, except turn me into a freaking basket case who has had to do

the Labor & Delivery ward "Walk of Shame" twice now in one week:

Get dressed, look around to make sure you have all your belongings.

Was I wearing a bra?

Walk down the long, brightly lit hallway hoping nobody sees you with

yesterdays mascara smeared under your puffy eyes.

Wait for the elevator just outside reception, which takes FOREVER considering its 2AM.

Walk out the door, past the same people who buzzed you in after hours, avoiding their looks of pity.

Climb into your cold car and drive home to cry yourself to sleep.

I know that I am early, but with all these signs of labor, I am just tired of the guessing game.

Just FYI:

My daughter was born at 35 1/2 weeks and was 6lbs 10ozs.

My son was born at 37 1/2 weeks and was nearly 8 lbs.

So for me, having the baby now would be perfectly normal.

Oh, and with each of those pregnancies I did not feel a single contraction until I was in the hospital in active labor...so this whole contraction thing is new for me.

 

Haircuts and Cast Removal

Today was a busy day.

Me and the kids went on a nice long walk, then came home and played and ate lunch.

When I put Travis down for his nap Brooklyn and I went to get haircuts.

BEFORE: Look how long it is!

AFTER: Adorable layered bob.

We have an after haircut tradition of going to Coldstone for ice cream but I didn't get any pics of that because we ran into some friends and I didn't want to look like a bloggy freak.

Brooklyn and I with our much shorter hair.

 After our haircuts I dropped Brooklyn off 

and picked up Travis to take to his Dr appointment.

Travis and I in the waiting room at the Dr's office...

waiting to see if he gets his cast off or gets a new one.

One last shot of him in the cast.

They sawed off the cast and he was so happy to have 2 legs again:)

They did more x-rays and the Dr said that he was 80% healed and that he didn't want to put another cast on him. He told me to keep him from running, jumping and climbing for at least the next three weeks.

Yeah, right! Is he freaking serious?!?! Has he met my son?

I am going to be a nervous wreck making sure he doesn't hurt himself again.

I took him home and put his stinky hadn't-had-a-real-bath-in-three-weeks self in the bathtub straight away!

Our kittens are currently living in the bathroom so it was a real party.

Me and my cast-less, bathed little boy:)

This is my life and I love it!