week 39

Maybe I'll just start numbering the weeks of my life from here on out. why not?

Weekend recap: Gina came to visit Friday. We made a massive, amazing, cake and ate pizza. Saturday we went down to the strip district which is basically a street near downtown that has markets, restaurants and vendors. We ate lunch and people watched (that means we made fun of everyone that walked by.) then Keith decided he wanted a pair of fake glasses to change his look up a little (not the pair in the picture below). Maybe he's going through some sort of "dad-to-be" identity crisis. I dont know. I'm just going with it. Gina left Saturday evening just as my mom was coming in for the night. Saturday night my mom, keith and I went to dinner with Keiths mom, step dad, step brother and step sister. Sunday Keith made us breakfast and we just relaxed. My mom thought I would go into labor when she got back to Cleveland and she would just have to turn around and come back. Unfortunately I did not go into labor :/  The wait continues....

 Gina brought this stuff below to rub on my stomach. Its supposedly for sore muscles but the good news is that it has castor oil in it so ive been hoping it will move Juan along here!  

Happy Birthday to me!

Sunday was my birthday and it turned out to be the most BEAUTIFUL day. It was like 78 and sunny with a breeze....perfection. Below is a picture of one of the gifts Keith got me. Before we went to dinner Saturday I opened a gift from him which was this amazing blazer from Topshop that I've been dreaming of and then he took me outside and showed me this:

I immediately started crying and completely ruined the careful makeup job I had tried to perfect. The grey rock behind it was the one Keith TRIED to get engraved because Oscar always say on it but he could barely lift it so he took this rock from his moms house and lugged it all the way downtown to get it engraved. What a guy.  This was the sweetest gift and now Oscar can leave our mantel and go outside where he loved to be. 

We moved into our house in November which means we had no idea what flowers/plants we would see bloom in the spring so it's been exciting to see what pops up:

We have another rodedemdrum bush on the other side of our sidewalk 

I keep forgetting that I was going to post a belly pic on Fridays! This is from today. (38 weeks tomorrow!)

37 weeks!

I'm now in my 37th week and went to the doctor today....progress has been made! The doctor said he has "engaged" which basically means he dropped into my pelvis. I was happy to hear this because everyone keeps saying "you're still carrying so high, I don't think you'll be going into labor any time soon." The doctor said my stomach may or may not drop more but doesn't really matter as far as when I would go into labor. Also over 50% effaced but no dilation yet. I always thought dilation meant labor was coming soon but apparently it doesn't. You can go into labor without ever dilating or you could be dilated for like a month before anything happens! I've learned that there are no rules when it comes to pregnancy and the process can be completely different from person to person. If you have never been pregnant but plan on it, just know that every single person will tell you something different and be adamant about their opinion! 

For instance, when you first get pregnant you will hear "oh, you arent nauseous? DEFINITELY a boy." or "youre breaking out? DEFINITELY a girl" or "you're carrying high and straight out. thats EXACTLY how I was and I had a boy/girl" Those gender wivetales are all bs. i mean you have a 50/50 shot at it being right so of course people will say "oh they're true, it was right for me!" yeah, duh, you had good odds!

When you are in your third trimester you will get unwanted parenting advice and people will be absolutely sure about how your labor will go. I've heard things like "oh it wont be more than 9 hours and you'll just get the epidural and be fine" or "you'll have a long labor because its your first and you'll be pushing FOREVER" or "well did you mom have a long labor? because you will" or "You MUST get the epidural the SECOND you start getting uncomfortable. Seriously. Trust me. Seriously. do it. you have to" 

But on the other hand, I do appreciate some of the advice I get especially if they are sharing it and not TELLING me how it's going to be. Like my friend Rachel just had her baby and let me know to take pillows and a blanket for Keith because they don't give him any. Now because I love him dearly I will do this. BUT if I want to see him suffer (as I supposedly will be), I could pretend I didn't hear that advice. 

And when you're super pregnant people are really nice to you. Like you can waddle across the street and even though someone is trying to turn and you're taking to long in the cross walk they smile at you instead of flicking you off. People will stop and say things like "oh when are you due??? my daughter/niece/hamster/dog is due this month too!"  and you'll have the creepy dude in the coffee shop nonchalantly hit on you by saying things like "wheres your husband? oh...yeah i figured he was at work. You're too cute to get randomly knocked up"  aw, so sweet.