Engage!

Ha! (That's slightly bitter laughter).
We had a scan on Tuesday because the midwife said baby should have dropped by now. So we go to the scan place, and are excited to "see" him again, but the technician said they couldn't really tell if he'd dropped or not. However, he had such a clear view of baby's head, that he didn't think so. I don't feel any different, so I'm guessing the lazy little pecker is quite happy where he is. Well, okay, he kicks and squirms too much to be considered lazy. I'm just pouting because I've had an easy nine months of it so far and NOW he decides to be unco-operative?

The good news is that all his systems are in place and working and we know for sure that it IS a boy - he was turned slightly at the 19-week scan but it was as clear as a bell on this one. His weight estimate was 7lb 13oz but I know that they can be well off the mark. Good Lord, I hope so! If I go over and he's putting on fat every day ... gah! gah! gah!

I finally managed to finish my homework on Monday when the midwife came - the birth plan in other words. There were just questions on there I didn't understand the relevance of, like what will you be wearing during labour? Uhm ... how about a lovely little sequinned evening dress by Vera Wang and hair extensions? No? Okay, then. I don't care. So I put hospital gown, so I don't wreck my own clothes.

Eh. Who knows what's going to happen really? All we care about is coming home with a healthy baby!

In other news ... h'm. I don't seem to have any other news!

Now what?

So, I've been home for three days. And I"m already bored. Yes, I know, I should be putting my feet up and resting because I won't have time to once the baby is here. But I really SUCK at doing nothing. And after three days, I'm a little stir crazy. We're going to the library this afternoon and you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to leaving the house for a little while _ even though I've really only spent one WHOLE day in the house so far.

I haven't had strangers try to touch my belly, but they sure do feel free to stare. They look at my belly, then my face as if to say, "aren't you a little old?" or something. I don't know. But I get a judgemental vibe from them, that's for sure. Or it could just be because I'm irritable 100 percent of the time at the moment.

I'm trying to relax and do the things I normally enjoy doing, like reading etc, but you reach saturation point sooner or later. I bet when baby comes I'll think "what the hell was I complaining about? Give me boredom!"

The midwife is coming today, so we'll see how things are going. Last time he was head down, but hadn't engaged. I've been waiting for this mythical 'nesting' to kick in, but it just hasn't. So I'm going to pack my bag today, fold some baby clothes and try and find something to read; I'm inhaling books at the moment.

And try not to yell at poor J.

*Sigh*.

Five nights!

Only five more nights of work to go. I can do this. I can. Now that I'm in the home straight, I can I can I can!
I might be a little bit excited. I'm just over the whole work thing for now. Especially since there were dramaramas last week. Nothing to do with me; happened on my night off, but you hear about them, you know? Didn't do a lot over Easter; I was working anyway. We had to take Fagin to the vet on Tuesday, he had an abcess on the side of his face that burst before we took him out. Of course, the vet surgery was packed and poor Fagin, the ick was going all over the cage. And my gosh, the smell! Luckily (apparently) I'm not sensitive to bad smells at the moment. I was just thinking ew _ along with everyone else in the surgery, I'm sure _ and not ew, I'm going to throw up. So that was something at least. A shunt, and $100 later; he's still feeling pretty sorry for himself, the poor boy.
We saw 300 this week, went to the movies on my day off; I'm trying to get as much use out of my media pass as I can while I still can.
It was a lot of fun. Gratuitous violence, and fit men running around in capes and undies _ see, now, that's a chick flick!
I got a little more stitching done on the Iris for my friend's wedding; I'm kind of superstitious to post it until it's finished for some reason. But I'm hopeful I'll get it done in a timely fashion. I didn't do any stitching yesterday at all, I wanted to work on something, but it wasn't the Iris and I wasn't sure what I felt like (I certainly have plenty of WIPs) so I ended up stitching on nothing. We caught up on some TV programmes and watched The Prestige, which was quite good but I found it a little ... try hard with all the twists and things.
J inventoried all the stuff we have so far for baby; nappies and wipes and things, and I had a Moment. I haven't had one for a while and I thought I'd come to terms with it all but nooooo ... apparently in order to trigger a meltdown, I just have to see the stuff strewn across the living room. Gah!
I'm okay today, though. Now that the stuff is tidily put away and I don't have to look at it.
Still.
Best Not To Think About It!

Huh?

That's how I feel most of the time at the moment. Huh? Also I keep forgetting words. Just normal, everyday words. I'd better get my brain back from this baby!

Anyway. Ten more days of work to go; it sounds a lot better than saying two weeks! So I'm just hoping I can get through it _ and in one piece. It doesn't help that the air conditioners were switched off week before last because of some kind of work they were doing outside. Our building is only three stories, but we work on the top floor so the heat just sort of ... settles. AND most of the windows don't open. *Sigh*. I nearly went home on Friday night, it was so bad, but a walk in the fresh air at break time and kicking off my shoes helped a bit.

Yesterday we had a big family/Easter lunch-type thing, with my WHOLE family. Which meant noise noise noise noise noise. But we don't all get together very often; maybe twice a year and its always nice to see the nieces and nephews :)

I have strict instructions from family members about the baby:
My brother T and his family will be in Oz and get back on the 8th. He expects me to be in two pieces by then (youch!) _ baby is due on the 6th
My sister B is going to be in Christchurch when he's due, and wants me to wait until they get back, which I think is around the 8th
Oh, and I can't have him on a Tuesday night, because that's my mother's bridge night and she won't be home until late ... *facepalm*
And for myself, I can't have him on the 6th, because that's my midwife's weekend off; there's only two of them in the practice at the moment and they alternate weekends.
Poor baby ... so small, yet with so many expectations already!
Well, when he comes will be up to him. I don't really care, as long as he's healthy and has all the required digits. :)

I've been stitching a bit, mostly on the Iris for my friend's wedding _ now that the weather has FINALLY cooled down, it's not too bad to work on the black. Reading a bit, too; I'm trying (still) to ge through some review books for work. And I've started having what am I going to do when I'm off before I have the baby???? I get bored being home two days in a row. Never mind the possibility of up to a month! Ooooh, poor J!

We've started talking about packing a bag for the hospital; and I've got as far as a change of clothes (for me), a nightgown, nursing pads and maternity pads (ick), clothes (and nappies? do we need to take nappies?) for baby; digital camera, ipod for distraction, a book and maybe a project ... after that, I turn back into stupid.

Oh, and we need to arrange for someone to feed the cats, depending on how long I'm in, so poor J isn't running to and fro too much.

Oy! Roll on April 19!