No Baby Yet
I walked into the Credit Union yesterday after my appointment and the bank teller said how much she liked my new hair cut. Then we started talking about how much longer I had. She asked if I had any urges to clean the house. Nope, none at all. I have done some cleaning but not because I wanted to. I made an apple crisp and made a weird mug chocolate cake. I got this recipe that makes a chocolate cake in a coffee mug and you bake it in the microwave. It was alright I guess. A little rubbery and not that chocolaty. So I made some icing with icing sugar and half milk and half chocolate milk. I was less than blown away with the cake so I doubt I'll make it again. But, back to my story...I told her that on Wednesday I had the most obsessive urge to make sure the bag for the hospital was packed. And there it sits. Ready for me to go into labour and head to the hospital. I think I go to the bank too much. They know me by name. Or else my hair cut is more drastic than I thought. Even the doctor commented on it. And when we took the truck over to show one of Mark's friends, the first thing he noticed was my hair. Then he saw the truck and everything else was forgotten.
Yesterday's NST put me into such an optimistic mood that I was sure I was going to into labour last night. In the evening, I was counting the contractions that I was feeling at the hospital. They came pretty regularly every 10 minutes. There were a few that had the crampy feeling with them but only a few. After 3 hours of no change I got frustrated and stopped counting. And last night I slept through the night. This morning, I feel about the same. Tightening, but no pain. I had a cup of coffee so my stomach feels a little weird from that, but no real contractions. I guess I still have a week left so I shouldn't get too anxious. So my prediction of Sept 12 was wrong. Boo. But Mark's Granny was born on Sept 14 so I'm aiming for that next. Last night we went out for wings. I had the hot wings in hopes that the spicy food would help. All it did was burn my tongue and make me cry. My throat still feels a little funny.
Mark is helping his friend install a garage door today. Maybe when he gets home, I'll go for a long walk. I don't have any raspberry tea, I wonderful if Wildberry will work. I really don't want to resort to Castor Oil. I don't even know where to get it. And isn't Castor French for Beaver? That doesn't sound appetizing.
I guess everyone with a TV or newspaper has heard about Hurricane Ike by now. I've actually been paying attention to this one. Only because it is hitting Galveston and on Sept 8, 1900, there was another hurricane that hit and my Great-Grandfather lost his first wife in that hurricane. They called it the Galveston Flood. It killed around 8000 people. The story goes that winds were over 100 mph before the wind gauge was blown away.
Yesterday's NST put me into such an optimistic mood that I was sure I was going to into labour last night. In the evening, I was counting the contractions that I was feeling at the hospital. They came pretty regularly every 10 minutes. There were a few that had the crampy feeling with them but only a few. After 3 hours of no change I got frustrated and stopped counting. And last night I slept through the night. This morning, I feel about the same. Tightening, but no pain. I had a cup of coffee so my stomach feels a little weird from that, but no real contractions. I guess I still have a week left so I shouldn't get too anxious. So my prediction of Sept 12 was wrong. Boo. But Mark's Granny was born on Sept 14 so I'm aiming for that next. Last night we went out for wings. I had the hot wings in hopes that the spicy food would help. All it did was burn my tongue and make me cry. My throat still feels a little funny.
Mark is helping his friend install a garage door today. Maybe when he gets home, I'll go for a long walk. I don't have any raspberry tea, I wonderful if Wildberry will work. I really don't want to resort to Castor Oil. I don't even know where to get it. And isn't Castor French for Beaver? That doesn't sound appetizing.
I guess everyone with a TV or newspaper has heard about Hurricane Ike by now. I've actually been paying attention to this one. Only because it is hitting Galveston and on Sept 8, 1900, there was another hurricane that hit and my Great-Grandfather lost his first wife in that hurricane. They called it the Galveston Flood. It killed around 8000 people. The story goes that winds were over 100 mph before the wind gauge was blown away.
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