Little Kite Girl

Another doctor’s appointment today.  I went in trying to control my expectations- even though I felt like things were happening over the weekend, I know that you can never tell.  But it turns out I am a bit dialated, and 50% effaced.  The baby’s head is also at 0, which means he’s right there. He’s about as dropped as you can get before actually entering the birth canal, although he’s still held in there cushy and comfy by my unbroken water.  I just can’t believe that his head is so low…and yet I can feel him up under my ribs at the same time.  That makes me a little scared actually…but I’m sure he’ll be the size he needs to be.

I am also gaining weight like a champ these days.  I went so long at a total gain of 30 lbs…which, although is depressing, is within the recommended weight gain for a pregnancy.  Well, let’s just say I’m getting up there more and more, and I’ll have some serious work to do if I’m going to be able to snowshoe around the Berkshires when we get out there in December.  Because my Dad bought me skinny snoeshows.  And…in the spirit of full disclosure…I am also no longer stretch mark free.  Sad.  I thought that when I got through 36 weeks of pregnancy with a pretty white belly that I’d be safe, but this past week I’ve literally seen my skin stretch and scar and it’s so ITCHY.  I’ve been through every lotion, and have actually just started to pour oil on myself to get a little relief.  The price we pay for progeny.

Work today was a little sad.  I went in late (because of the doctor’s appointment) and came in to find my computer access changed and set up for the girl who is replacing me- I didn’t even have email!  I’m glad that the new girl is settling in so well, but I don’t know if I was really ready to come in and feel displaced.  Stupid job I had to like so much and is making me so sad to leave it.  But it’s ok, this is what is best for my family…and honestly, I should just be glad that we found someone so soon to take over my responsiblities.  Looking back I just can’t believe how many things I’ve learned how to do and figured out that I like.  Good things to get from a position.  Let’s just hope I’m ready to leave it behind when it’s time.  People keep saying, “You’re still coming in?” as I walk into the building.  They ask how the doctor’s appointment went and when I tell them they say, “seriously, why don’t you go home?”  Well, do YOU get paid an hourly wage for sitting home?  Cause I don’t.

In other news, we’ve looked up the “Monday’s Child” poem that tells you what you’ll be like depending on the day you were born.  I was disappointed to find out there are actually two versions: the original and the revised.  Here they are both, I’m a Tuesday’s child for the record.

Revised:

Monday’s child is fair of face.

Tuesday’s child is full of grace.

Wednesday’s child is full of woe.

Thursday’s child has far to go.

Friday’s child is loving and giving.

Saturday’s child works hard for a living,

But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day

Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

Original:

Monday’s child is fair of face.

Tuesday’s child is full of grace.

Wednesday’s child is loving and giving.

Thursday’s child works hard for a living,

Friday’s child is full of woe.

Saturday’s child has far to go.

But the child that is born on Sabbath-day

Is bonny and happy and wise and gay.

So we’ll see! My Dad was born on a Tuesday too…I think we must share a special brand of grace.