Patience? What's that?

(Warning: This is all ranting by an overly uncomfortable pregnant woman. Read at your own risk.) ;)

I have never been a patient person. This is probably something I should have told my OB doc from the get go because whether it was her intention or not, she has made my patience wear too thin.

It all started when she saw that Baby Porter had dropped at like 35-36 wks. And then she checked me and saw that I was 1-2 cm dilated and 50% effaced. She told me, "You'll probably go between 37-38 wks." WHAT? Wha hoo! That's seemed like great news.

Then at the next dr apt, I was a little more dialated (2-3 cm) and she said that I probably wouldn't make it to my induction date, August 31st. Cool. That's good news too. I am all set and ready with my bags packed, a friend set to watch P-cakes, and the nursery ready (well, nearly).

This mind set is making me crazy! I am all set and ready to go because my doctor said I would. I swear I have Googled a million different things and ways to go into early labor and done nearly all of them (besides Castor Oil- I don't think it's worth being sick just to go into labor). I've walked a LOT, I've eaten fresh pineapple, I've danced to loud music (to my neighbors detriment), and any other thing you can think of. And you know what? Nothing!

I wasn't crazy like this when miss P was born because my doctor didnt lead me to believe one way or the other that I would be early or late. I was perfectly fine having a scheduled induction date and having things go according to plans.

If you know me at all, you know how I like my plans to work the way I want them.

But now, I feel like I've made it my plan to pop at any moment- so if I don't, then it's not going according to plan! Grr...

The silliest thing about this whole thing is that I'm not even due techically until Sept. 6th! So I really shouldn't be this stircrazy but, gosh, I really can't psych myself into thinking that I won't go early.

I love my doc. She is truely awesome, but man, I definatley should have given her a warning about my complete and utter lack of patience.

In the mean time... I wait. and wait. and wait.

Hopefully a much less rant-type post next time, with pics of our newborn! we'll see. :/

Things we've done.

Because life is random, this post is going to be a random medley of things that the Boyd's have been up to. Sorry if it's too detailed, but since I have a severe case of prego brain and can't remember anything, I want to make sure I keep track of events.

To start, here are some pics of Jordin's birthday cake that I made. He loved it. It's a campfire, Get it?

He's so old that I only had 24 of the tall candles and had to add 2 pink ones to add up to 26!!

Here is a video of Pai at the bowling alley when Jordin's work had a party there. They did the disco lights and loud music for a bit and she LOVED it. I especially like the end where she is like, "Okay, I'm done." :)

So about 2 weeks ago, Pai and I were working on getting our old house all cleaned up and ready to be officially moved out, when I had a long painful contraction. So I waited a bit and then called my Dr and her nurse told me to go to the hospital. I didn't really want to, but I was freaked out a bit. So Jordin left work and came and took me to the hospital. By the time we got there the pain had gone, so I called the nurse again to see if we really needed to go in and she said its better to be safe than sorry. Agreed.

So we spent about 4-5 hrs with monitors on my belly to make sure everything was okay. After 5 hrs they didn't find anything to have caused the random 20 min contraction but they did see that I did have some contractions while I was there. They said that it could have been caused by stress, being sick (I had a little cough), dehydration, a pulled muscle, etc. At least everything was fine with the baby.

This is what happens when you go to the hospital before lunch time. You get an all liquid diet instead. The 'jello' was awful but the chicken broth was surprisingly tasty. :)

This experience definitely made me grateful we have a friend lined up to watch P when I go into labor. She is just a bit too energetic to stay in one room for 4-5 hrs. But she only pulled the cord in the bathroom to have the nurses come running in once.

I have hair. I promise.

One thing we have been wanting to do for a long time is stain our dining room table. It was given to us by Jordin's brother, Brad. It was the yellow pine color but we preferred a darker look. When we moved into our new apt we never put the table in it and instead put it in the garage so we would make sure and finally stain it. We did this last weekend and it's not quite finished yet, but we LOVE it so far!

This is Jordin taking the original poly coats off. It wasn't prego lady friendly with all the heavy fumes so I just watched from outside of the garage.

But I did get to sand with our new sander! It was fun!/ took forever!!

She played and just tried to be entertained while we worked.

This is the dark stain we used. I ended up looking like a leper when I was done because of all the splatter marks, but the table looks good!

I thought I had a pic of the current state of the table, but since then we've put coats of poly all over it and it just needs some touch-ups on the legs.




I want to add a random anecdote about living in the South that I thought was funny. We went out for dinner last weekend to this nice cafe restaurant that has great American classics like chicken pot pie and things like that. So I showed Jordin this thing on the menu called fried chicken and waffles. I thought it sounded awful which means that of course Jordin thought it sounded intriguing. So that is what he ordered. Apparently it is a common Southern dish. It's weird if you ask me. All in all, Jordin said it was just okay and would have been better if it had a sauce or something to liven it up a bit.

On Monday I had my first dr apt where she checks to see if I'm dilated at all. I was 50% effaced and 1-2 cm dilated.
She also said she could feel baby Porter's head. (I'm pretty sure he dropped about 2 weeks ago.) My awesome doc said that she estimates I will probably go into active labor around 37-38 weeks... I'm at 36 wks tomorrow. So I've got a lot to do just in case my doc is right!

She's just so cute!

When you get bored (aka, your kid gets bored) you find ways to entertain her. ;) This is Dr. Eeyore.

So I have a little nesting going on because I woke up from a nap yesterday and just felt like I HAD to get the boppy cover made that I've been planned but haven't got to yet. So I run to Hobby Lobby and get some really awesome fabric. It actually took me forever to decide because I'm super indecisive and I didn't want something in baby blue- I wanted something bright and modern. And I found this cool orange canvas fabric. So after using this link from pinterest as a guide I made my own boppy cover! Instead of using the boppy as a guide, I used one of pai's old covers. It worked really well. I had help from Jordin for the zipper because I had never done one but he had because his mom is a seamstress and taught him how. Isn't that cool? Anyway, after a little re-adjusting here and there, I came up with this final product. I love it! It's just the feel I wanted. And now that it's done I can take it to the hospital with me when I go in!

Pretty, huh?! I love it and I am super proud of myself! :)

So as an additional update about the fam, Jordin and I are falling apart!! The poor boy is never sick and never goes to the dr, but he has been having killer back pain for about 2 months and it's only getting worse. So after about 6 different dr appointments with all kinds of doctors, we found out that he has a herniated disk in his lower back. So the boy that never takes medication is currently taking like 5 pills a day and has appointments for physical therapy and injections into the disk (ouch!). Then today, in addition to all of the prego symptoms like sciatica, I picked up Miss P this morning and pulled a muscle in my back that makes moving my right arm super painful. And like an hour later Jordin texted me and told me he rolled his ankle! I don't know when we turned 95, but it sure sneaks up on ya fast! :) We'll be okay and I just think its ironic that we are both falling apart at the same time.

Sorry if this post was super random, but I did give you warning at the beginning. ;)

But that's all for now, folks!