Henna Party

    So, we decorated Boaz. It was quite the event. Jen, Renee, and Chelsea came over, we ate burritos, and we decorated my womb room. It ended up quite beautiful! Thanks ladies. Jen works so quickly with the henna, she showed up blurry in all the pictures. Art just poors out of her at lightening speeds. 

  Afterwards, a bunch of other good friends came over and we (as in everyone but me of course) had some drinks and played loaded questions- the adult version. It was probably our last party at our house as people in their early to late twenties just partying for the heck of it, being super loud, and playing adult games. We'll soon only party if we have to, use our inside voices and then crash at 9 pm, and play games like pin the tail on the donkey. Special. 

    Oh, and lastly, we have a plan. If Boaz does not come before March 7th, he will be forced out that night via induction. So, he will be on the outside by March 8th! Get ready people! And, if you want to hang out with me and/or Jordan sans-baby, you'll need to schedule it sometime in the next week! AAAAAAAAAAAAH! 

Anything? Anything? NO! But it's cool...

    How are the dogs gonna be? Oh, how many times people have asked this question. Who knows. But I have a feeling they are in for QUITE a rude awakening when cuddling time goes from a total of about an hour or two a day to a total of none a day (plus or minus a couple minutes).      

   They've gotten somewhat used to not climbing on me since I've been protecting my belly for the last several months; but when they get no love from me, Jordan is there to comfort them. Luckily, Jordan will cuddle with whoever or whatever is willing (really, ask him to cuddle the next time you see him, he'll most likely tackle you on the spot and you'll come-to in the arms of a bearded man who is spooning you ever so gently). "Just go with it" he'll whisper into your ear. Either that or, "It will be our little secret." Trust me, just go with it. 

 
 

  He also kisses without abandon. Here is Cosette enjoying a smooch. It's too bad I couldn't quite capture Eponine's jealous face in the picture. That's right Cosette, you can kiss your old way of life goodbye, it's Boaz's turn.

  

 This was me about a week ago I think. Today I'm 38+3 weeks, feeling quite LARGE. And, it happened, I've passed 200 pounds. At least I was 199 at my last appt, and I've eaten nothing but LOADS of sweets and carbs since then. I walk at least an hour a day and only eat when I'm hungry. The problem is, you guessed it, I'm ALWAYS hungry. What a horrible way to live. You hear about these super-obese people who don't have that switch in their brain that says "I'm full." I think my "full switch" has a short. But, my overall weight gain is within normal, as long as he comes out SOON! If he waits much more than 2 weeks, I'm afraid I'll be venturing out of my 25-35 pound suggested weight gain. But, there are worse things to have happen to a girl. 

38+3 and counting

cervix- .5 cm (as of 37+5 wks), long (not effaced) but soft (the nurse practioner told me to be encouraged by that at least "let's focus on the positive" she says. I kinda wanted to smack her) 

head position- down, but not in pelvis yet

Back- aching only after my long daily walks, and/or in the morning when I get up (and when I get up to pee at 3 am and then again at 5am)

Labor plans- just hoping for some contractions, but considering my options for induction since I know my doctor will be asking next appt (on thursday). 

    

    

   So, Boaz, come out and play soon. I'm afraid you'll get too big and ruin mommy's downstairs. No one wants a vag-anus. These holes are meant to be separated. So, come out. I know what you're waiting for, but you're wrong: The world will never be ready for you. 

Last month of Boaz on the Inside

     So, it's February 10th. Boaz is due March 7th, and since I'm the kind of person that will most likely not tolerate keeping him womb-bound for more than a couple days past my due date, I'm thinking this is Boaz's last month in me. I'm actually really hoping for about two more (or less even) weeks, but I know that the first lesson children teach is "what you want doesn't mean crap." Touche Boaz.

  Jordan is also getting quite ansty in his pantsy for this child to come out. I forget how spoiled I am that I get to feel every movement, hickup, head-swivel that this boy makes whereas Jordan just watches me get more awkward/uncomfortable looking while occasionally feeling kicks/movements from the outside when Boaz feels like performing on cue. Soon enough though, Jordan will be holding him constantly.