~ It Should be a Rule
It should be a rule that you shouldn't have to get on a scale after 30 weeks! I went for my check up on Thursday, and yikes piggie! I gained 7 pounds in 2 weeks. 2 WEEKS!! That's just crazy. Now, I know that truly a lot of it is fluid due to the cankles appearing and the fact that I can barely squeeze my wedding ring on, but I have to blame the candy fairy too. That darned Halloween candy has gotten the best of me, and now I have Thanksgiving around the corner. I guess I'll be bringing new meaning to the "gobble till you wobble" statement! Other than the small lecture I received about the poundage, my appointment went well and I'll be back in two weeks. This baby is a movin' and a shakin' so much I feel like it's going to pop right out.
I'm getting excited and feeling ready physically but I have to hang in there. Honestly, as bad and uncomfortable as I am right now, I don't want this baby to come early. I know that the longer it stays inside, the better it is for the baby. With that said, there are two people in the house that want this baby to come now, each with their own reasons (which I'll spare the details). Dereck can at least understand what 5-6 weeks means, but Tanner has no concept of long term. We're trying to associate the baby coming when Santa comes, but I think that has made it worse. I mean, what 3 year old doesn't want Santa to come now, like right now? I've told him it's not much longer, but remember what a day felt like to you as a kid, it feels like a week! Kid time and adult time aren't even close. He's starting to show signs of anxiety and is wanting Mommy to do everything, not Daddy. He's even acting out at daycare, bedtime and even in the middle of the night. Now, I expected some regression or adjustments AFTER the baby came, but I wasn't anticipating any before the arrival. Needless to say, I'm headed to the library this week for some books about bringing home babies or being a big brother. Hopefully that (along with lots of praying) will help. A girlfriend of mine offered to take Tanner for a few hours on Sunday and I jumped at chance. It was a huge help, I got almost 3 more people/things off my Christmas list. I'm so close to being done, I can taste it.
Not much planned for the upcoming week, just the "normal" routine. We will be bidding my parents farewell as they are getting ready to leave for a 3 week trip to New Zealand. I am so excited for them and it's a well deserved once in a lifetime trip. I'm just so used to seeing my Dad almost every day (we work together) and I talk to my Mom on a weekly (if not more) basis, that it will be weird not to have any contact with them. Of course, my Mom is worried (I am too) that this baby will come before they get back, and Dereck isn't helping ease her fears. He loves to give her a hard time about the fact they missed the birth of Tanner (first grandchild) while in Hawaii, and now they're going to miss this one too. They're funny with the way that they egg each other on, but I wouldn't want it any other way.
Well, I guess that's it for now. Have a good week and thanks for reading!