My midwife is coming over today for a home assessment, and bringing a homebirth kit along that will stay here… so I will take many pictures to post and share with you all! I am supposed to try and avoid rearranging things too much, but I figure if I take pictures as I disassemble it, I can reassemble it well enough. The house is presentable. Our desks are disaster areas, but we’ve managed to keep the rest of the place in pretty good shape, so I’m not too worried about last-minute cleaning. And honestly? The woman’s gonna be, like, staring at my coochie, diving into it, and helping my baby arrive into this world, I don’t really need to try to impress her. I just hope the dogs don’t pee on the carpet and make it smell.
A lady at Chris’ work was bemoaning the fact that she had so much baby stuff taking up room in her house, now that her youngest is 3 years old and has outgrown it all. This “stuff” includes a little bouncer chair, a bathtub, a highchair, a swing, and a playpen. And she gave it to us for free! Woooo! I’m so happy! The only ‘big’ things we are waiting on now are a bassinet, which my mom is getting, and a rocking chair or glider for me, which isn’t a need but would be really, really nice. I’ve been keeping an eye on Craigslist for one but no luck so far.
I’m short of breath lately — forgot to write that in my last update. The other day I had a pain in my sternum that went all the way through to my back and I had to breathe shallowly, but opening the window and walking around with my arms over my head helped that out after a few minutes. I’m gassy, but that’s nothing new, that’s just the story of me being pregnant. I don’t keep the window open ONLY because I’m overheated…
Also, I’m like super horny. WTF? I’m fucking 9 months pregnant, I waddle when I walk, my leg hurts when I move it sideways, my hands and ankles feel like sausages half the time, I haven’t shaved in months, my child likes to push her elbow out so far that I look like a spike of flesh is protruding from my side… and I want to have sex all the time? Couldn’t this have happened earlier in my pregnancy? The universe has a fucked up sense of humour. I brought up sex to Chris the other day and he gave this nervous little chuckle like I really hope she’s not serious and changed the subject. It’s okay, I would probably not be a very good partner, I’d lay there and be like “just fucking do it already and I swear to God if you make me go into labour THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY”. I can see how that’s not the most attractive attitude ever.