I counted how many days until my due date. 42. 42 days. 42 short days. 6 short weeks.
This week was plagued by some nasty bad heartburn. The worst heartburn I have ever had in my entire life. Granted, when I was pregnant with Dexter and experienced heartburn for the first time EVER I didn't even know what it was. Max kept trying to tell me it was heartburn but I didn't believe him. So, I will rephrase. The worst heartburn of all three pregnancies. It felt like waves of acid crashing into my esophagus the way waves crash onto a rocky beach. The spray traveled up and into my mouth. Oy vey. It was bad. The heartburn was particularly horrible at night. I had to sleep sitting up which is extremely difficult if not impossible for me. The trouble is I cannot STAND Tums. Honestly, its the texture. That chalky texture. This isn't a pregnant thing but a normal thing for me. Any candy resembling that texture like Valentines Day hearts or Sweet tarts I can't handle. I was so close to actually taking a Tums it was that bad but I refrained. That is how much I hate that chalky texture.
I got a mild case of the flu this week. That was no fun. Who likes to puke? Honestly its one of the worst feelings. And I tell you what. Once you have had two kids and are giant with #3, there is no way you are tossing your cookies without peeing your pants a bit at the same time. That might be TMI but its a fact. You don't even have time to think about crossing your legs like when you sneeze or laugh really hard. Dang.
The baby had moved into a nice position for a few days in there. I woke up one morning feeling particularly small and light. I didn't waddle anymore. I didn't have nearly as bad of back aches. It was great! Max said I didn't look any smaller but I sure felt like it. I don't know how the baby was positioned but I sure liked it. I could tell when the baby shifted again because I felt huge again. Funny how their positions affect you so much.
We got a big thing checked off the to-do list which was getting Simon switched out of the crib and into Dexter's room. The first night was pretty rough and he got out of bed a lot but finally around 430am I figured out that the nightlight was too bright for him and once I turned it off he didn't get out of bed at all. It has been 4 nights now and they have been equal in rough nights to great nights. Nap time goes pretty smoothly as well although naps are much shorter than what they used to be. Simon could be counted on to sleep at least 2 1/2-3 hours and now it's just over an hour. You can imagine how this tired, sore Momma feels around 7 now when I have two whiney kids. Everyone is adjusting. I just have to tell myself these things take time. What's the point in getting any sleep now when once the baby comes I won't get any then either.
Since this weekend will be FREEZING I plan to spend some time in the nursery and get things ready in there. Put the clothes away, raise the crib back up, organize all of the too small clothes from Simon that I have just piled everywhere. I'd like to get our room situated with the pack and play near the bed so that is all ready. I might as well put the infant seat in the car since I don't have the energy to take 3 kids anywhere. What else... find my breast pump and make sure everything is rearing to go in that department. I think that will wrap up most projects! Throw in a little sewing and Cookie can come anytime! Well, I'd rather Cookie wait until 37 weeks of course but I meant we will have everything ready. I think even the kids are ready for the baby to come. They both understand that right now the baby is in my tummy but soon the baby will come out.
I can't believe I am 27 years old and will have 3 kids 3 years and under. Max and I are on crazy pills. Oh well. I'm so excited!
6 weeks left!
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