As of Monday, I am 50% effaced and still completely closed. Plus Jude still needs to drop a bit more into my pelvic bowl. Hooray! The doctor said I should plan on going past my due date because I'm a first-timer AND I have had a perfect, textbook pregnancy. Bittersweet. So, in that case, we will have him no later than February 24.
The last week was rather uneventful, with exception of the most wonderful baby shower, thrown by my best friend from HS, Christin and her incredible family. Here is a link to her blog with a few pictures: http://cptwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/mama-bird-baby-bird.html
It was so fantastic to see my best friends - three of which traveled over 2 hours! We invited several of my friends' moms and it was a blessing to see them all and gain knowledge and advice from them.
Once specific piece of advice - agreed upon by ALL moms present had something to do with "toughening" up my nursing 'tools' (aka - my boobs). Although I was supposed to refer to them as my jellybeans on this blog, I suspect that is a bit obvious. Plus, I have a FANTASTIC article to share with all moms out there who have nursed. A good friend shared this with me the other day and it made me so much MORE excited to meet my son and feed him naturally (are you sensing the sarcasm!?)... So if you are offended by the "n" word (nipple) or you are squeamish at the thought of someone (preferably an infant) relying on your boobs for survival, turn back now. This is not for the faint of heart...
Day 1
Gently rub your nipples with sandpaper.
Day 2
At bedtime set your alarm clock to go off every two hours. Each time it rings, spend 20 minutes sitting in a rocking chair with your nipples clamped by a pair of chip clips.
Day 3
Draw branching lines all over your chest with a blue-green marker, then stand in front of your bathroom mirror and sing "I Feel Pretty."
Day 4
Open your already-crowded freezer and make room for five dozen plastic milk bags.
Day 5
Fit the hose of a vacuum cleaner over one breast and set on "medium pile." Turn off vacuum when nipple is three inches long. Switch breasts.
Day 6
Obtain "DO NOT CROSS" tape from your local police station, then wrap firmly around your chest. When your spouse asks about it, say, "Get used to it."
Day 7
Tape a water balloon to each breast and squeeze into a maternity bra. Repeatedly hook and unhook the nursing flaps with one hand while using the other to balance a sack of squirming puppies.
Day 8
Dine in the fanciest, snootiest restaurant you can afford, making sure to arrive with a big wet spot directly over each nipple.
Day 9
Record your mother proclaiming, "Just give the baby some cereal like God intended, and she'll sleep right through the night." Play in an endless loop at 1 a.m., 3 a.m., and 5 a.m.
Day 10
Slather your breasts with peanut butter, top with birdseed and stand very still in your backyard.
Day 11
Go someplace public -- a museum, a courthouse, the steps of your office building -- and stuff a lifelike baby doll under your shirt. Use the doll's arm to suddenly hike the shirt up past your collar bone. Lower shirt. Feign nonchalant smile.
Day 12
Suckle a wolverine.
Congratulations! You are now ready to nurse a baby. Maybe.
So, that is what I am anxiously awaiting... ;-) I don't think I mentioned it during the last blog, but I am finally working only three days a week, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. My last official day at the office is Friday, February 13. There is a full moon on February 9, so maybe we'll get lucky then.
Well, off to a meeting. Talk to you all very soon!
Bonnie and Jude
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