overdue

Sheesh. The little tracker at the bottom of this page says it all.

still nothing....

Well, three days until the due date, and he's hanging on for dear life! I had a doctors appointment yesterday, and she checked everything out. I guess I'm about 1 cm dilated, and could go any day now, so I won't be too overdue, but I'm going stir crazy here. The doctor checked for his heartbeat and found it was a little slower than normal so she sent me to the Fetal Assessment Unit. She was not concerned, but she wanted to send me just in case. But the problem was, my mom was driving. My mom who is a huge worry wart. I had fallen the night before (it felt like I didn't have legs!) and so Hugh was adamant that I was not to drive until the baby came. So I've had to prop up my feet and have other people cart me around yesterday and today. So anyway, Mom had to work that afternoon, but waited at the house until I heard when I would have to go in to the IWK. By the time I heard, Mom had to go to work, and Hugh rushed home to get me there in time. The baby is fine. Passed the test. I knew everything was fine, but I also knew Mom would be worrying at work until she heard, so we went to see her at the restaurant, (also to grab a bite because I was completely starved by then). It's been hard these last few days not being allowed to do anything. But honestly, I don't feel like doing too much of anything. My energy is quite low now, so resting and feet propped up is the order for the day.

Hopefully, the next time I post there will be an addition to the fam. I totally understand how people get near the end. Especially since I heard one of the gals that was in my prenatal class has already had her baby and she was due after me!!!!

we're driving our own car just in case....

The wake is today from 2-4pm in Windsor, and the funeral is tomorrow at 2 (in Windsor). Please lord don't have me go into labour either of these times! Only eight days! I can't take it!

rest in peace, Nannie O.

Here's a long one....
Early yesterday morning (6:16 am) I got a call from my dad. The last time he called that early he was calling to let me know my Puppy (grandfather on my mom's side) passed away. This time, it was about my Nannie O. (mom's mom) They wanted to call at a time that Hugh was still home to make sure I was okay. Which I am. What I'm mostly sad about is not being able to visit her before she passed away. She lived in a senior citizen's home which was getting bogged down with the Norwalk virus. I just couldn't risk it. First reason because of the baby which is because of the second reason- having Crohn's. The Crohn's would have most definitely flared up because of that, and with my immune system already reduced because of medication, I just couldn't. My momma wouldn't let me! :)

Anyway, I was over at mom's around 8 am. A couple of my uncles were there (they had gone up with mom around 4 am to see Nan) I luckily got to see her (I wanted to since I hadn't seen her in awhile, and I needed to say goodbye) because she was planning on being cremated, and did not want a viewing at the wake. Which I totally agree with. It was a really long day.

Anyway, we're heading over to Mom's for supper tonight. The chef at her work is making the family supper. HOW AWESOME IS THAT!!!!!!! :) The senior citizen's home asked that Nannie's room be cleaned out by today, so that's where mom is right now. I wouldn't have been any help to them, so I'm home. Yesterday, it was hilarious having my uncles see if I needed a chair, or help down the stairs, or to make sure I was okay saying goodbye to Nan on my own. (Dad walked up with me, but my lord they must think I'm a basket case!! :) )

When I was little (3-4ish) my Nan babysat me while my parents were at work. I used to get into so much trouble with her watching me. I could always depend on her to be the Wicked Witch, the evil step sister (or step mother) whenever we played dress up. I of course was Snow White, Cinderella whoever the good person was. And she never complained! :) I also became a decorative genius, cutting up my bed sheets, spreading vaseline on my window screens, shaving the whiskers off of my chin (and shaving off part of my chin in the process). I also became quite fit, by running away to a neighbours house around 7 am and not telling anyone. My grandmother was the easiest going grandma around, and those are the memories I will always carry with me when I think of her in my younger years.

As I got older, I saw how much she loved to laugh and laugh at herself. She was so proud of all of her grandchildren just because. It didn't matter what we were doing in our lives, we knew she loved us -to quote Bridget Jones- 'just the way we were'. She was able to make it to my wedding (and had to make special arrangements to travel from the home because of her wheelchair- but she had it all arranged before we could even get those plans together) That made me feel really good, because she told me she wouldn't miss it. As her health got worse, she continued to have good spirits and we used to laugh together when she would use her half dead batteries in her hearing aids (because she said she didn't really need to hear that much that day) or when mom would say something to her, and I had to translate because she couldn't hear mom but could hear me perfectly.

I think I'll be okay for the funeral on Sunday and for the wake on Saturday (two times though, I think it's a little much, but it wasn't my place or decision to make) I'm more worried about my mom. She had gone up to visit Nan every Sunday for the last little while because she knew she wasn't well, and even during the week when the nurses called to say that she wasn't breathing well, and finally on Monday she said she didn't want to go back to the hospital. Mom broke down a few times, and that was hard for me. Mom had been doing 'well' when we were at the house, keeping busy to get her mind off of things. My other uncle showed up at the house, and they began talking about things. At one point my uncle started talking about the baby and how God works in mysterious ways and how with one's life passing another life begins. Well that set Mom right off. So my uncle gave her a hug, and then I did and I joked that I would have gotten closer to her to give her a hug but I couldn't! She laughed and then she was okay. But the day definitely had a toll on her.

My sister bit off mom's head at one point yesterday (about nothing related to Nannie's passing) and I bit back at her because it wasn't mom's fault (it was quite trivial to be honest), and she definitely didn't need to be spoken to that way yesterday. She didn't apologize (which drives me nuts because she never does), but at least she knew I wasn't putting up with her negative attitude then and there, and she should watch it. She ran downstairs after I snarked, but came back upstairs in a better mood, so at least that was good. That's the last thing mom needed yesterday was the prima donna in full effect.

The rest of the week should be interesting. Especially since the due date is 10 days away and anything could happen. Wish me luck!

happy mothers day!

Happy Mother's Day to all those mothers and mother's to be. I got my first Mother's Day gift from Hugh this morning. He bought me a momma bear holding a baby bear and wearing a back pack. In the backpack was a family necklace. It has a pendant of a mother and father embracing two children. So I said to Hugh "So I guess you want another one after this guy?" just to get him going. He started laughing. Can't believe there is only two weeks left until I can hold our child. I'm not freakin' out (because it's really out of my hands how everything will go) and I'm not really impatient either, but I just want to see him! (And be able to sleep on my stomach! HA!)

My mom had a shower for me today. It was very nice. I got more toys at this shower than at the others. Mom and Rhee did a nice job with everything. I've been quite spoiled! More thank you's to send out!

Find out tomorrow if I'm making any 'progress' in regards to delivering this baby any time soon! Hopefully! Keep your fingers crossed!

Anyway, going to put my feet up! I'm running out of days to do that!

are we all africans?

Just read this article. Interesting!

weird comments to make...

What would you say to someone attending your baby shower that says to you, "I hate baby showers, but dad said the only way I was getting out of the shower was if I went golfing with him" or "I hate holding babies" or "Thank god you're having a boy, it would be annoying if you had a girl" and these comments were made by your future child's aunt? And on top of that, each comment was witnessed by your mother who doesn't say anything to her? Things that make you go hmmmmm.

is it just the hormones???

I was asked by a friend of mine to stay at her condo this morning while she was having a cabinet/island combo installed. It made sense since I'm off in the daytime that I should be the friend who comes over, so of course I agreed. I would have anyway, but on top of that the girl is having 2 showers for me for pete's sake! Anyway, it's in a more uppity area of town, and I hate to judge, but here's what happened when I left. I was headed for the elevator and there was another older (maybe 60, not elderly) woman waiting for it. We both got on, and it was a short trip since my friends condo is only one floor up. I got in the elevator last since I was the last one to get near the elevator. So therefore I was closest to the door. When the door opened, she went in front of me. THEN!!! on top of that, when she was leaving (she was only two steps ahead of me) she let BOTH doors close on me. She couldn't wait one second and hold the door for my waddling ass. I was appalled at how rude she was.

First of all, even before I was pregnant, if I saw a woman who was pregnant or with a stroller (or struggling with all that baby stuff or struggling with babes) I wouldn't even think twice to hold a door, or let her get in line before me or give her my shopping cart if I was in front of her. Even if someone isn't in a motherly way (or a man!) I've always try to look behind me before I let go of a door, and if there is someone close, I hold the door for them (unless they're three miles away!) I find some adults are the first to complain about someone younger not having manners, and these same adults are the worst offenders of not applying good social skills. What is up with that???

Another instance of this was on my vallance finding trip. I've just 'discovered' the expectant mother parking spaces all around now. I don't go searching for them usually, but if I come across one now, you're damn right I'm using it. Well I pulled into a parking lot that had one, and this old lady pulled into one of them. The sign was clearly marked. At first I thought she could have confused it for a handicapped parking spot, since there was one near, but she didn't have a handicapped licence plate OR one of those things that hang from your mirror. There was no way this lady was expecting (or had any physical ailments), she just wanted to get to Zellers RIGHT NOW!!!! Common sense, people. I never used those spaces when I was even 6 months pregnant let alone when I wasn't. Ignorance all around!

Are my hormones making me more sensitive, or what?

short and sweet...

Here's the latest pic of the room with stuff in it! At the moment, I'm washing all the baby stuff we have so far, and will be packing the baby bag tonight possibly! Eek! Only five weeks (or less????) left. Hard to believe how fast time as flown by with this pregnancy. Can't wait to see little Hugh Jr. finally. Anyway, it's a short and sweet one today!

day 8 of leave

Just put the border up for the baby's room. Surprisingly, I'm still keeping quite busy around here and haven't had cabin fever yet. Got up with Hugh this morning, which shocked him and me. (6:40 am) I couldn't get back to sleep half way through the night and just laid awake until I knew the alarm would go off. I'm sure I'll be sleeping by 9 tonight because of that, but oh well. I'll have a picture of the room once it dries a little and I've taken a little bit of a break. It's so sad what I can get done in a day now. I always need to sit down in the middle of a task. I think that this is the most frustrating part of being pregnant. I can't keep up!

Yesterday I went to out to get a dresser for the room and find a vallance. Man, I was at my wits end trying to find a vallance that matched the room. I found one that matched colour wise, but it still isn't exactly what I was looking for. After going to six stores, I finally took whatever was there at the last store (which was the only one that actually matched the colour of the room!!!) because I knew (unless we paid an arm and a leg to have one custom made (which is ridiculous!!!!)) there wasn't going to be one out there that worked. It was very frustrating! Next time, I'm finding the window treatment I like first then painting! HA! That's all from the files this week, more boring posts to follow I'm sure!