So any day now little girl Dryg will be born. If she is like the rest of her siblings she won't come early and I will go into the hospital Tuesday evening to begin a more natural inducement procedure. I guess instead of pumping the oxytocin into my blood to start the contractions, the Dr. plans on putting a hormone cream on my cervix (I forgot what it's called, but apparently it's the hormone that naturally starts the dilation and labor process) I don't know much about it, I just take my Dr.'s word for it that it's a good way to go. Apparently it's a slower process, that's why you go in the evening before, you get the cream applied then you "sleep" in the hospital overnight while it slowly starts to work. I am sure I won't sleep well, but I'm 9 months prego, and wouldn't sleep well at a 5 star hotel either. I'd be awake every 20 minutes to turn like a pig on a spit, or to go pee, or to sit up because I can't breathe... you know the usual "-) According to Ali I won't have to worry about that because she has a very special feeling that my water is going to break tonight, and I will be having the baby. But she had also had that feeling two days ago, so her fortune telling skills are in question.
Hmm... I haven't blogged since September. It's hard to know what to write, because of course so much has happened. I guess that's why I should be writing all along, right? Haha. Oh, well... I have my facebook updates to go on. That's not exactly prime family history material, but better than nothing, right? My last update was,
That tells you something doesn't it? Five pregnancies in, and Cameron still hasn't figured out any form of etiquette or decorum, haha. I remember with Truman when I had reached my ultimate fatness level (I maxed out around 210, I think?) He would say things about my size without considering how it would crush my hormonal soul... Like I was trying to walk across the walmart parking lot and people were being so inconsiderate to the poor prego woman, esp. one guy almost pulled out in front of me. Cameron's response was, "You should have let him hit you... that would have taught him." Haha. I can't remember all of them- one of them involved the correlation of me to a moose. I don't know- you get the idea. I was sickest of all with Isaiah, I think, although I had morning sickness with all of them. Cameron's best of all statements came a the height of said sickness when he declared all the sickness was in my head. He really meant it when he said it, and it genuinely pissed me off immeasurably... So after that colossal emotional fracas, it became funny to him. Not really ever so much to me, but that didn't stop him from saying it over and over every time I got nauseous or threw up with subsequent pregnancies. According to Cameron, insensitive pregnancy jokes never get old... I had felt pretty good for the last couple months until a week or so ago. I can tell it's the end, because it's all catching up to me. I am super duper tired. I swear I could sleep all day. And so many foods are making me sick again. Anyway, on one of my heartburny- super- tired days, I had been laying down or napping most of the evening I had already been frustrated I couldn't get the energy to get my normal stuff done... and Cameron in his ever so understanding and kind manner said to me, "Whatever happened to the nesting period, you've been laying down all day?" Haha. Again. So I think I really am going to make him write that book. Then I can at least get something out of his insensitivity... I'm sure it would be a best seller- top of everyone's baby shower wish list. Hee Hee.
Let's go back in order of facebook posts and that will be my way of updating our life. Before that the post was,
Yes, Cameron is Gay. Haha, I'm getting you back Cameron, for all your insensitive remarks. But it is true, he is addicted to a Brazilian soap opera, pardon, a "novella" called Araguaia. He gets up like at 4 in the morning every day before work, so he can watch it. I can't criticize too much since the facebook entry before that was,
The two posts before that were,
and
Just goes to illustrate what I was saying about I'm tired and 'done' with this pregnancy.
That goes back to about the 8th of February, and that is all I can sit tonight, so now I only have five or so months to make up for, Christine. Hope this is better than nothing!
PS Cameron and I just got in a huge fight because he feels like I am trash talking him on our blog, and he is a man that doesn't have to 'take that lying down'... so he will apparently be writing a follow up blog entry trashing me, if you are lucky it will involve some sort of reference to my relationship with my mother, which is always his go-to "below the belt" shot. So you may get lucky and get two blog entries this week, Christine.
