John just left for the airport to pick my family up. From that moment on, it will never just be the two of us ever again. I have to admit, I felt immensely sad. And I cried. Because that part of our life is over.
Time off from work really isn't all it's cropped up to be. Or maybe it's just me. The whole point of me taking time off was to finish up stuff that I wanted to have done before next week. But all the things I would like to do would require some sort of help from my husband, who is at work. Being pregnant really restricts a lot of activity, and it being cold out really doesn't help.
With four weeks to go, your baby is almost ready! This week, the fat is dimpling on the elbows and knees as well as forming creases in the neck and wrists. The baby's brain is still developing, he/she is around 6lbs in weight and is almost 19 inches long.
You may notice that the baby has dropped at this point and you'll feel the shift in pressure lower in your abdomen. This is the birth position and it means your due date is getting close. In fact, you could go in to labor any time now!
Well, the good thing is, my OB said that I currently have a 5 pounder in me. So even if I'm 2 weeks overdue, he/she'll probably will be about 7 lbs. Phew! That's a huge relief. I was starting to wonder if I was carrying a 10 lb roaster!
Things are really getting down to the line now....anytime after next week, baby will be fine to come out (he/she wouldn't be classified as premature anymore anytime after the 38th week). Although my dr was saying that he's not expecting an early arrival, from the look of things.
So, we've started really working on finishing up (ok, in some cases, finally starting) projects around the house and just random stuff that needs to be done before our guest arrives. And I don't just mean my baby, but we'll be having a house full of people in about...oh...less than 3 weeks? I'm starting to wonder if I even have enough towels to go around!
One of the definite must-dos is to refinish the bathtub downstairs. Simply because it's gross (thanks to us using it as a dumping/washing ground for all our paint supplies) and there's only 2 bathrooms in the house, and I'd really rather avoid people having to track up the stairs to shower. So my poor hubby had to suffer through the horrible fumes to have it reglazed. I was a little afraid that I'll come downstairs to a comatose husband...the fumes were awful, and even the little lingering odor that I could smell through shut doors upstairs was enough to make my kid curl up in my stomach. He/she has not been a happy camper lately, probably because of all the things I'm "putting it through".
Apparently, lifting heavy things during one's 8th month of pregnancy is not such a good idea....And the funny thing is that, it happened when I was cooking.
My nice hubby bought me a new "toy".....something that I've been wanting for a long time, but never did buy because it's not exactly cheap. But Marshalls' got in a huge shipment of Le Creuset items recently, and we found the exact size and color Dutch oven that I've been wanting. Hubby grabbed it.
Now, the thing about these ovens is that they are made out of cast iron. We bought the 5 1/2 qt one, and empty, it weighs about...oh...8 to 10 lbs? Filled up with chicken, 2 lbs of potatoes, liquid/stock and other ingredients....well...you go figure it out. Lets just say that baby was NOT happy, especially when I had to put it back on the counter to change the height of the rack in the oven, and then put it back into the oven again.
It's been over an hour since putting it in the oven, and baby is still a little miffed, judging from the kicks he/she's still handing out to my belly.