Ok, now that we're in the last week until the due date, maybe I can try to update more frequently. Not that there's really anything to update about, but I'll make some form of attempt!
I've had some time to chat with Jen Green, Dev, and the entire Rosenbaum fam.
Have been going on a lot of walks:
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| swinging by the ole neighborhood farmers' market |
Other anecdotal wives' tales haven't been convincing enough to make full attempts to I'm not sitting over here downing castor oil or cooking up eggplant parmesan. These things work for a lot of people or at least everyone has a someone it's worked on, but many of the methods are aggravating to the digestive system and I don't need any more provocation in that department. In fact, here's a gross story to totally skip if you're weak stomached or reading this while dining (full disclaimer! don't read if you get grossed out! skip to the photo below - not gross).
I think I've mentioned difficulty managing my indigestion aka heartburn aka feeling like my insides were coming up and out through my throat on a daily basis. Nighttime is the worst just like non-pregnancy-hormone-related GERD. But Wednesday was an all-time ridiculous evening. Jamie had just left to meet up with a friend for some evening ice cream (I could have said for drinks or something more adult-sounding, but they really met up for ice cream cones) after we had enjoyed a grilled out dinner (did i use "grill" correctly this time, trish & lauren?). I was handling some email and had just put my laptop on the coffee table to take a sip of water before busting into the name book for a few minutes. So glad I had put my laptop down and away. I took a sip of water, it tickled my throat and I coughed lightly before, get ready for it, totally and completely and spontaneously vomiting all over myself. Like all over my front, down my shirt, on my lap, EVERYWHERE. It was in my shirt. On my legs. EVERYWHERE. And definitely took my by surprise. I had zero anticipation of it. I sat there in total shock before recognizing that I was sitting in my own vomit and I needed to get up to do something about it. I mean, can you imagine if I just waited there for Jamie to come home to help deal with it? SO GROSS.
Once I felt sure that it wasn't going to happen again and while Hudson looked at me like I was going crazy, I was able to get up. At my appointment this morning, I told my OB what had happened and she just said, "yup."
Yup?! That's what you're going with? Yup?!And it was a yup with a grin. Like a silly, knowing grin. Sigh.
If you weren't sufficiently grossed out, there were PUDDLES OF VOMIT IN MY BRA.Anyway, I managed the mess, took a ridiculously hot shower (not dangerously hot), did a stupid load of laundry, and sent Jamie a text to tell him to not come home for it, but to explain what had happened. Mostly because I thought it was such a bizarre thing to happen and I wanted to share. I think that's why I'm bothering to type this up now. To share and to remember.
PUDDLES.
Thanks for reading. And sorry for grossing you out.
Sorry to my in-laws.
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Back to our regularly scheduled programming....
Loving the organizing of all of the gear: |
| laura from high school sent a cute package. so nice!! |
Some quotes:
- this is never going to end
- i'm going to be one of those ladies who stays pregnant for the rest of their lives
- i'm going to be like michelle duggar but instead of having 19kids to show for it, i'm just going to be perpetually pregnant until I'm 49 years old.
- i signed up for this??
- and WHYYY isn't so you think you can dance on this week.
5 comments:
Sorry about SYTYCD but I have been enjoying New Girl on Netflix. So funny! You prob already watch it and I'm just late to the game but if you need a show to pass the time, that's my recommendation. :)
P.S. So sad no one else was there to witness the amazing vomit story, but maybe it's for the best! Hope the indigestion goes away when baby comes!
Stay strong, Mama! And don't let people stress you out with the "have you had the baby yet?" asking. I was a full 41 weeks with Ryan (I thought second babies were supposed to come sooner!!) Just remember that your life will change A LOT really soon and that these end days are meant for you to really take care of YOU!
Late babies make the cutest babies. (not really...ben was early and he's pretty cute...) Please tell me you don't answer those texts. It was those comments that were the hardest for me going past due date two times. I just quit looking at my phone and email. :)
And sorry if I'm gross, but I love the puke story. :)
late babies do make cute babies! my friend just gave birth 8 days late and i was 10 days late with dylan. i agree, take care of yourself these days because soon enough it will be about someone else. sending you happy pregnancy love from the east.
i figure we'll get a big announcement when the time comes... so i'm trying reaaaaaaallllllly hard not to bug you!! but i do like the kate v. you text!
and ewwwww vomit puddles in your bra just sounds awful. i would have totally sat there and cried. and reached for the phone to call my mom and whine/cry and perhaps laugh and probably do more crying. at least that's what the non-ever-pregnant me thinks i'd do...
in any case, baby is almost heeeerrrrrre!! and you still look adorbs.
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