Guess What ?!?!?!?!!!

We had a baby.  Yep.  Nine months, nine days, and four hours ago.  And it still feels like just a few days!  Well not really.  But it does too.  So....

so now we'll try and keep up to date.  TRY.

Longest week ever

I just looked at the clock and realized it's done.  Not that I didn't know it was done, but it just puts this final irritating ha ha punctuation mark on my life.  I'm confused as it is, we had an ultrasound a few weeks ago just to check her size and the tech told us our new due date is the 8th, which the Doc confirmed and only last Monday referred back to the 5th as the due date.  So is she late or not?  I'm guessing she's just late, in the spirit of being ornery, which Steve says comes from being a Sandberg (my side of the family).  The Dr. scheduled another ultrasound for tomorrow to see if she's just too big to get out, or if she flipped over and is breeched.  Both of which sound awesome to me and I'm still confused because is she really even late? 

This last week has really taken it's toll on my brain too.  I've totally started to lose it.  It started with Steve's Dr. appointment last Friday.  A pediatrician we interviewed suggested he get a physical and with that a Whooping Cough shot.  That is how she described it.  A Whooping Cough shot.  So doing his job he went to the Doctor.  He called me from the office just to check his shot record to see what shots he had already had (we had to get a battery of shots when we went to Africa and should be inoculated enough to withstand an outbreak of Ebola).  I informed his he had gotten Hep A, Hep B, Typhoid, and Tetanus.  Just like that.  That's what I said.  So Steve came home later talked a little about his arm being sore and I glanced at the papers the Dr.'s office had given him.  Funny, Tdap is the "Tetanus" shot we had both received last June.  Seven months ago.  Not the recommended 10 years you need to wait between shots.  Grabbing the shot record I saw the Tdap notation the nurse had made and proceeded to totally freak out.  I called the CDC people.  When I tell people I called the CDC they look at me like...whoa.  Apparently he's fine and another friend of ours who is a nurse helped me feel better even through feeling totally incompetent like I tried to kill my husband right before we are about to have a baby.  Who does that?

I'm really really embarrassed about this one, I can't believe I'm even going to tell you.  Yesterday I decided to go have my hair done since there won't be any time soon (hopefully)  that I'll be able to go down to Orange County and have it done.  It's about a 45 minute drive.  After debating and changing my mind three or four times I decided to make the drive on my due date.  As I was trying to park my car in the parking lot at the hair salon, I totally clip the van next to me as I'm pulling in.  I am NOT a bad driver.  I have never hit another car.  I should give lessons on how to parallel park because I'm so good at it.  I have never felt more detestable, except for the above mentioned catastrophe.  I got out to look at the van and was pleased to find it was only a minor scratch and the van was already pretty beaten up.  My car only had a small scratch as well.  I left my insurance information and phone number, people in LA hit cars all the time and never leave a note.  My car has a huge dent in it from this very practice.  I say huge but it's not really that big, but I do get looks from people when I get out of my car like I drive around just hitting people with my dinged up car.  The good news is that I did not hit the brand new Mercedes on the other side of my car.  I haven't heard from the owner, so we'll see on that one.

So that brings me to today.  I've decided to try to take matters into my own hands.  And I stress try, because maybe she just can't get out.  I know she wants to, who wouldn't want to come out and meet these wonderful people who are going to be taking care of you.  I know you all love us so whats the hold up?  I've eaten pineapple and hot wings all day.  I don't recommend this combination.  It's not good.  I'm also up for suggestions.  I've tried some other things, but I'm only going to tell you the things I think are appropriate to talk about.  And that brings us to right now and thinking of all this has exhausted me.  I'm going to take a nap.

Silly things

Today, for the second time, I did a load of laundry without putting any soap in.  I even made a mental note to put it in when I started the load...only to remember as the load was finishing.  Awesome.  I also fell asleep on the couch and woke up totally confused not knowing I fell asleep.  After talking to a friend I've decided to call this getting squished like a bug.  Today I got "squished".

How time is NOT flying...or is it?

Holy busy-ness.  We have been going going going and yet, it doesn't feel like that much time has passed.  Well what have you been doing you ask.  Well I'll tell you I say.  We moved into a new place, which is almost directly across the street from our first place.  It was a little sad to say goodbye to our first place we lived together, but maybe it's just the hormones, and anytime I feel nostalgic I suppose I can just look out the window.  We were so excited to find this place we maybe jumped into it a little too quickly.  My parents came out to help us move and after they had slept here for a couple nights we realized we had a laundry list of things that needed to be fixed.  So the last three weeks have been filled with handymen, plumbers, and a little bit of elbow grease.  I'm happy to say it's much better.  I feel a lot better about not getting carbon monoxide poisoning while I'm sleeping in our pitch black cave of a room.  Which is good because it's been COLD!  And I'm not just whining, it snowed in Burbank.  I know right? 
Last weekend Brian, Steve's brother, came up and helped us move the furniture into the baby's room.  So fun!  She now has a crib, dresser, bookcase (from Ikea that me and my HUGE belly put together all by ourselves and only managed to put only one thing on permanently upside down) and a glider my wonderful sister gave us.  I'll put pictures up when it get's closer to being done.  So we've been super busy but I feel like I'm going to be pregnant forever.  I think this is some funny game God is playing with me.  I've never been a particularly patient person, just ask Steve.  So what could be worse than having to wait all this time.  Each day is a new kind of torture.  This better be making me a better person.  And if I'm doing my part of the bargain this little girl better do her's and be here on time...

Not followers, just joiners

Since becoming pregnant we've learned a few things from our friends who are already in the parental game.  One, adding one to a table of two is not like bringing a friend, unless you're used to friends who can't feed themselves and are constantly demanding to be the center of attention which of course we don't know ANYONE like that ;)  Two, just getting in the car and going will never be the same, which when Steve heard this I think it scarred him for life and he would constantly remind me anytime we went anywhere that it would never be the same.  I think he planned to use this as a bargaining chip, much like I used we either get a puppy or a baby, your choice.  That sounds like I blackmailed him into this situation, which I didn't (I really was just trying to blackmail him into a puppy) and neither of which were results of my pestering.  And Three, everyone starts a blog.  So here we are.  Just to make sure we're all on the same page, we are joiners, not followers.  We would not jump off a cliff if any of our other friends did, and we did NOT get pregnant because everyone else was doing it.  Well yes and no to that last one, but that is not appropriate discussion for this Blog.

We (meaning I) are now at 30 weeks and falling apart.  I am not working until after the baby so I will have ample to time to keep you up to date on the goings on of my day, what I ate, what movie/movies I watched, and my pregnancy brain moments (which are catastrophic catastrophes in my mind).  We'll start there.

We have to move out of our sweet little duplex because there is no more room, even for a tiny human, not to mention all the extra stuff that comes along with her.  After a few weeks of my on edge hormones we found a place directly across the street.  I know right?  I'm pretty sure God was listening when we both exclaimed if only our place had an extra bedroom and a garage we wouldn't have to move at all.  Surprise, across the street the next morning was a two bedroom in the same layout as our current one bedroom with a garage!  I hope I amuse God, I would be amused by me if I was God.  Anyways, I started packing small things that I could lift, sorting papers, throwing things away...this is where it gets interesting...without looking at them.  After my Doctor's appointment the next day I had papers I needed to fax to the insurance company that needed to have our marriage license included.  Funny that the last time I saw it, it was on the dining room table, that I had cleaned off and thrown the papers away the previous day.  As I freaked out and tore the house apart looking for it I called my Mom (because Mom's know where everything is) hoping for I don't know what.  Really I called to ask if it was at her house in the way up mountains in the middle of Colorado, why it would be at her house I don't know and she asked why I would take it with me everywhere I went.  I don't.  But I do silly things, especially now.  After Feeling crummy about it all day, I was a little more hopeful when Steve arrived home from work and dutifully joined in the search, which wasn't very big since our house isn't very big.  Not ten minutes later he opened a drawer I had already looked in and PULLED IT OUT!!!  Oh pregnancy brain.

Until the next catastrophe worth writing about...