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Finally! Vincent is asleep and has been asleep for a whopping 30 minutes! So I’m trying to cram in as much “chilling out” as I can. I don’t really have a ton going on. I’ll break it down into chunks, though:

Work

Um. I think I mentioned that I’m back to work, and that back to work for me means working in my office upstairs. It’s awesome. I can see Jim and the baby on my breaks. Not so awesome: It means I hear Vincent crying while I’m up there, and then I’m plagued with Working Mom Guilt. Definitely Not Awesome: It also means that when I come downstairs for breaks, I can get into fights with Jim.

Yes, I know it’s just the stress and fatigue of having a newborn, but man, the fights are getting to me.

Speaking of fatigue, let’s go to the next topic…

Babies, sleeping, rolling, and swaddling

All I can say is I can’t wait for Vincent to sleep through the night. And he has a couple of times. But so far, he is mostly still on a three hour feeding schedule. Occasionally, he’ll stretch out to four hours–a couple of times, to six!–but just today, he wanted to eat a mere 2 1/2 hours after the beginning of his last feeding. Yeeeeup. And he’s getting to where he’s fighting sleep now, too. His beloved swing? Now he sometimes cries when he gets put into it. We’re thinking that it’s because he knows we’re trying to get him to sleep. Swaddling? Heck, I tried that earlier today. Sure, he fell asleep quickly–and then he was up 20 minutes later.

Also, swaddling is now questionable since my little guy started rolling both ways. Now I’m nervous no matter what. Some say not to swaddle when the baby shows any signs of rolling, period, end of story. Then others say swaddling keeps the babies from rolling in their sleep in the first place, so it’s actually safer.

Argh!

My thought is this: Vincent has rolled both ways, sure, but he’s not particularly good at it. It seems to take him a lot of effort, and I’ve never seen him roll over in his sleep. He only rolls to his side in his sleep, and I doubt he can roll at all at this point if he’s swaddled. Also, two months old seems way too young to have “outgrown” swaddling.  Especially when you consider that so many other parents swaddle their kids up to 9 months. Um, yeah. Those kids are rolling, I guarantee.

And yet, because I’m a nervous wreck about everything these days, I will only swaddle him with his arms in his Halo Sleepsack when I’m awake and can keep an eye on him. Other than that, I keep his arms out, so if he does roll over and ends up face down during the night, he at least has his arms to help him out.

Sometimes, though, I have to take a deep breath and remind myself that I have a bazillion nieces and nephews who were NOT swaddled, had loose blankets in their cribs, and even–gasp!–slept on their tummies. It may not be the recommended practice now, but they lived through it.

Wow, look at all that I just wrote about swaddling. You can tell my priorities have changed.

Uh oh, the little man is waking up. Time to hurry up and mention that last thing.

Gallbladder, begone!

Tests came back, and yup, my gallbladder will definitely have to be removed. Not only do I have several gallstones, but my gallbladder is infected. They said right now, my other organs look great, but the fear is that they will also become infected, so the gallbladder needs to come out. The sooner, the better.

Originally, I scheduled the surgery for Tuesday, but then I thought that there was no way I’d have PTO after my maternity leave, so I asked them to reschedule it. (I’ve yet to hear back from them.) Turns out I do have some PTO, but I don’t have enough to take off what everyone else seems to take off after their surgeries, which is two weeks. And, of course, my work won’t let me come back after the surgery without a work release from the doctor.

Thankfully, when I expressed my concern to the girl at the office regarding time off following the surgery (which is I’m the only one working in this  household and just took an 8 week maternity leave, I don’t have MONEY for much time off work), she assured me that because I work from home, the doctor was likely to okay me to go back to work within a couple of days. “As long as you don’t bend, twist, or lift anything over 20 pounds,” she said.

Awesome. We should be good then. Just need to get the damn thing out now. And it’s supposed to be an easy, routine thing they do.

Of course, they say that about c-sections, too. And we all know how that worked out for me. To say I’m anxious about having my gallbladder removed is an understatement.

ETA: Holy crap, Vincent didn’t wake up! He’s been asleep for a whole hour and a half now! OMG, I might even have time to pee! YAY.

This is my first Mother’s Day! I’m so excited! Okay, really, there are no big plans for me–I made myself pancakes so Jim could sleep in, as he’s been up with the baby all week as I went back to work–but I’m just excited that this day now includes ME in it!

My first week at work was fine, by the way. Especially made awesome that I work from home now! Which is good for the nursing mom, if you know what I mean. I can pump while I work, then run bottles downstairs to Jim during my break, so we know that Vincent is still getting breast milk and all the good benefits from that.

Oh, I got sidetracked. Tonight, we’re supposed to go to Jim’s mom’s and give her her present. I think we’re eating dinner there as well. Jim already left a present for his step-mom as well. I’m gonna have to call my mom tonight.

OH. Completely different subject: Vincent has been rolling from tummy to back for a while–since he’s been about 4 weeks, at least, I think–but on Friday evening, right before me and Phil, he rolled over from back to tummy! I wasn’t expecting that for a while yet! My jaw just dropped from disbelief.

Hey, it’s my first Mother’s Day. My first gift to myself is bragging about my son!

He looks like he’s up to something, doesn’t he?

And posting pictures of him is my second gift to myself.

Once again, a quick update. Time just isn’t what it used to be around these parts.

In the last post, I mentioned that Vincent would cry while breastfeeding at least once a day. I think we’ve figured out what it is: acid reflux. It calmed down for a couple of days–days when I happened to have no soda. Then we went up to visit family in Chicago and its neighboring suburbs, I had some soda, and he had a bad episode while at my mother’s house. My mom noted the same thing I had, that he was arching his back and crying while feeding. He seemed to be in pain. It was heartbreaking.

He was spitting up a lot. With that particular episode, my mother noted that it was curdled, which she said meant stomach troubles. I never even noticed that. I immediately switched to formula for the next couple of days while I pumped and dumped, suspecting soda might be the issue.

He did great with the formula. And once the soda was out of my system, he did much better breastfeeding, too. So that means no soda for me until he’s no longer breastfeeding. SUCKS. But it’s not like it’s something I should really be drinking, anyway.

Especially because of my own attacks. My body is seriously telling me that I need to change my diet. Tuesday was our anniversary, so we had Indian food to celebrate. I had ordered paneer tiki masala, and I remember looking at that lovely, heavenly, rich sauce and thinking, Bet money I have another one of those attacks tonight. Sure enough, around 4 AM, it came. My back ached, I had chest pains, and I ended up puking.

Indian food is soooo good, though.

I went to the hospital on Tuesday afternoon (before the episode occurred) for an ultrasound and HIDA scan, and I have a follow-up appointment at the clinic tomorrow regarding the results. We shall see.

On a different subject, the trip to Chicago was pretty good. We stayed at Jim’s brother’s place in his basement. Vincent was pretty good for most of the trip–he pretty much just falls asleep in his car seat–but there was a little bit where he fussed. Not that neither Jim nor I blamed him. It’s a LONG drive, and we were all sick of being in the car. But once we got to Rob’s, we promptly set up Vincent’s beloved swing, took him out of the car seat, and plopped him in his swing. I turned on the music and the bird mobile hanging over him. He looked up, saw the birds and his own face in the mirror above him, and his little face broke into a grin. Then he went, “OOO, OOO, OOO!’ (I call it his “hooting” noise; he sounds a bit like an owl when he does it.) IT WAS THE CUTEST AND SWEETEST THING EVER. It made me feel bad because he seemed to miss his swing that much.

I wish I had had a camera to capture that moment.

While we were up there, we also saw my parents (Dad is not doing well…he keeps falling all the time and is in a Hoveround now); my sister Diana, her husband Chino, and their grandson Isaiah, of whom they have custody; my niece Amber and her daughter Lily; Jim’s grandma; and, of course, Rob. I have some pictures, although I forgot to get one of Diana and her family with Vincent before I left. The others are on my camera, which has dead batteries in them, so I don’t have them on the computer just yet. But I do have these adorable ones of Lily and Vincent, which Amber posted on Facebook.

Lily just loved Vincent and wanted to hold him. Jim and I helped her with that, and I’m glad we did. These pictures are adorable!

Okay, ending post here. It looks like Vincent is starting to wake up, so I’m gonna get a bottle ready. (We’re temporarily back on formula because of the HIDA scan; my breast milk is “radioactive” right now. When they told me this, I immediately imagined Vincent in a Spider Man onesie, swinging from one building to the next, heh.) Man, I’m so sad that I have to go back to work on Monday.

I’ll try to get this posted quickly, before Vincent wakes up.

First of all, OH MY GOD, THE ENDING OF GAME OF THRONES WAS GREAT LAST NIGHT. (The episode to which I’m referring is called “And Now His Watch Has Ended.”)

I love Daenerys Targaryen. And Tyrion. And Arya. But let’s face it, last night was Daenerys’s night.

Epic final scene from “And Now His Watch Has Ended.”

To be honest, though, I’m going to have to watch it again when it comes out on On Demand. Jim and I had a hard time focusing on the show. Why? Because Vincent is going through…something. I don’t know what. But the last couple of weeks, our way-cool, totally chill baby, who rarely cried unless hungry, has suddenly gotten very fussy. No–more than just fussy. I can take fussy. I know most babies have that “twilight hour” thing going on where they get fussy during the evenings. It’s a normal baby thing, and that, while annoying, I can get. No, it’s more than that.

See, he’ll start crying because he seems to be hungry. So I’ll go to breastfeed him, he’ll eat a little bit, then he’ll start arching his back and crying harder. This usually happens not too long before he has a major spitting up session, so I’m wondering if it’s gas. Anyway, when he starts crying, I start going through the whole gamut of what could be wrong. Does he need to be burped? Well, yes, always, but he just spits up a lot and keeps crying. Pacifier? Nope. Diaper change? Nope. Want his swing? Surprising, for once, no. Too hot? Doesn’t seem to be. Then he starts rooting around again, and I’m back to square one: He’s hungry.

And then the whole thing starts over again.

I’m getting kind of frantic about it. I’ve never seen this before. I know that when babies arch their backs, it can mean they’re overstimulated or that they’re in pain. I don’t want my little guy in pain!

So I’ve been researching what it could be. Milk intolerance? Jim had that as a kid, so I’m switching to almond milk in my cereal, skipping the cheese, etc. Gas? Most of the food that they claim can give gas in breastfeeding babies, I don’t eat. One woman, though, claimed that her son did something similar and cutting carbonated sodas from her diet helped. I do drink a lot of that, plenty of the caffeine-free stuff. So I’m going to drop that out for a few days and see what happens.

Which means today is going to be a very long day. Still, I’m willing to try anything.

And since I’m on the subject of being a typical worry wart, first time mom, Vincent also has this rash that has been bugging the hell out of me. Way more so than it seems to be bothering him. (As in, it doesn’t seem to be bugging him at all.) It looks like heat rash, and it made sense, as it completely coincided with when it got hot last week, and I underestimated how warm it was and overdressed him when we went out. Since then, we’ve installed AC units, pretty much keep him out of clothes, keep him clean and dry, and…he still has it. Oh, the redness went down almost as soon as we got him cooled down, but the little bumps are still there.  I had Jim’s mom and step-mom both look at it. Jim’s step-mom thought it looked like heat rash as well, and Jim’s mom was like, “Where is it?” (To be fair, if the redness is down, those little bumps on his chest can be hard to see. But they’re definitely there.) When I Google heat rash in newborns, the pictures show something very similar to what Vincent has. Well, if it’s heat rash, shouldn’t it be gone by now?

ARGH. I’m going to call the pediatrician and see what they say.

Oh, speaking of doctors, I had to go the doctor myself on Friday. Thursday night, I ended up being all night until 6 AM because of some attack I’ve been getting. I’ve had about three or four of them since I’ve had Vincent. I’ll get chest pains, back pains, and as of Thursday night, I started vomiting. And, wow, does it hurt. I took a shower, broke out the heating pad and even took one of my Vicodins prescribed by my doctor for postpartum pain. Jim got worried, Googled my symptoms, and told me my symptoms sound a lot like gallbladder attacks, especially since I’ve been having frequent pain on my right side since the c-section. According to what he found, gallbladder issues are common in women who are approaching 40, are overweight, or who have high levels of estrogen, such as from pregnancy.

Check, check, and check.

So I went to the walk-in clinic, and they agreed that it did sound like a gallbladder thing, although it could be a “stress ulcer” as well. They did labs, but the ultrasound tech had left for the day, so I have to schedule that still.

I guess we shall see. I’m getting stressed. Especially since I’d like to have all this figured out before I go back to work, and that’s only a couple weeks away.

Really, I need me some more Game of Thrones! Too bad it only comes on once a week.

I can’t believe it’s midnight and I’m still up. I mean, I got up three times last night, each feeding session no shorter than 1 1/2 – 2 hours long. I did take a short one hour nap this afternoon, in which I woke up twice to check on Vincent. (Yeah, yeah, silly, I know. Shut up already.) Other than that, I’ve been running around the house while the baby is sleeping, trying to slowly get my house organized. After all, not much has gotten done since when we moved in; I was pregnant and exhausted, and Jim and I have differing views of what “clean” is, heh.

But now…now, I’m so tired, I could cry. Well, not really cry. But I don’t think I can stand much more. I NEED some freakin’ sleep. Luckily, Jim slept later than I did and will probably be up later than I will be. He’s been obsessively playing Skyrim again. I’m thinking that he can handle the next feeding while I try to catch up on some sleep.

I can’t believe tomorrow Vincent will be one month. Damn. It’s been a great month. I keep checking on Vincent, making sure he’s still breathing and just there because…I don’t know. It feels almost too good to be true.

And Jim was afraid I’d suffer from postpartum depression. Nope!

I probably should write something more worthwhile, but I’m going to phone it in and just post a cute picture of Vincent instead.

Vincent asleep in his swing.

Ah, let’s be honest. This is pretty much what my life revolves around these days, anyway.

Me: By the way, that stain is not poop. It’s General Tso’s chicken.

Jim: Oh, good, I was just wondering about that…

Yup, this is what our life has become.

Dear Blog: I’m totally using you in an attempt to stay awake.

Life is tiring, as expected. And I can’t even imagine it for mothers who are single and have no help, or those who have significant others who work and can’t help much. Luckily, Jim took this semester off and isn’t working, and I’m still on maternity leave, so we’ve been taking care of the baby in shifts–him at night, me during the day–which means we’re getting more sleep than most new parents. So, I’m not going to complain.

Everything is going well, for the most part. Vincent is such a good baby. Generally, he only cries if he’s hungry, sometimes if he needs to be changed. Other than that, he’s pretty much content to sit in his swing and chill. Which is funny because I fuss over that. I worry about him being in his swing too much, so I’ll take him out, try to hold him for a while, or put him in his bassinet. And while he doesn’t seem to mind being held, he isn’t keen on being moved from his swing to his bassinet most of the time. Honestly, I think he would prefer I just leave him in his swing.

Sigh.

In other news, the new season of Game of Thrones starts tomorrow night! And we have HBO (and Showtime!) again, so Jim and I will be tuning in to watch. I’m a little sad because the premiere of Game of Thrones is starting the same time as the season finale of The Walking Dead, but I figured I can catch that as a rerun. I see it playing all the time, anyway.

Jim and I re-watched season 2 to get geared up for it. Admittedly, it was difficult for me to focus on the show fully–it seems like Vincent always needed to eat then–but if I needed anything to get me in GoT mode, this trailer should do it:

Also on the agenda this weekend: A get-together at Jim’s dad’s and step-mom’s house today for his grandma’s birthday, and a get-together tomorrow at Jim’s mom’s and step-dad’s, where Vincent can meet his great-grandpa for the first time. That reminds me: I better pack my camera!

I had a pretty uneventful pregnancy. My labor and delivery, however, was ANYTHING BUT. We ended up being the big story in the L&D and Mother/Baby units. The story: Went to work Friday morning, went to be induced Friday night, wasn’t able to start pushing until Saturday night (over 24 hours after starting the whole process), pushed for over two hours with little progress. Decision was made to do a c-section, partly because the baby was still too high even for forceps, because he was so big,  because there was trauma done to my bladder from all the pushing (the baby ended up getting wedged by my bladder; they discovered blood in my urine once the catheter was put in), because meconium was involved, and because of exhaustion on my part.

I’d been up for about 36 hours by the time we reached the operating room.

Got the c-section, drifted in and out as it was happening. I remember stirring long enough to remind them to make sure there was no meconium in the baby’s lungs. I remember my husband putting the baby on my chest and me being surprised that he was so much cuter than I had expected. They took the baby away to give him a supplement as his blood sugar was a little low.

Then things went wrong. My memory is a bit fuzzy here, too.

I’m not sure how much time passed. I was wheeled into a new room in Mother Baby. I was shaking and feeling “off” and told the nurses I didn’t think I should be holding the baby. They reassured me I was having a normal reaction to the medication from the c-section. Then they handed Vincent to me to start breastfeeding. As soon as he latched on, I started seeing black spots. I announced, “Someone’s going to have to take the baby–I’m about to black out.” Which, I later heard, I did. I vaguely remember the nurses scrambling to get the baby from me before I passed out. My husband ended up having to give the baby formula while they figured out what was wrong with me.

I was in and out of it a lot, but I vaguely remember being wheeled back to the L&D room (they also keep complicated deliveries on that floor for the one-on-one care). I remember waking up and craning my neck to see my husband feeding our son. (Things were very dreamlike at this point because my memory is of me being in a Christmas sleigh rather than a hospital bed and my husband being next to me at the same time I was seeing him across the room.) I also remember mumbling to my doctor that I felt wet and the very serious looks on his and the nurses’ faces when they checked my incision and realized that blood was EVERYWHERE–I had even soaked all the sheets beneath me with blood.

Turns out I had a uterine artery rupture. I guess during the c-section, an artery got nipped. At my last doctor’s visit, he admitted that they had a hard time because the baby was wedged into a difficult spot, so I’m guessing that’s how it happened. One of the nurses at the hospital later admitted to me that if they hadn’t seen the blood and bound me up right when they did, I probably would have died. I lost of lot of blood and ended up having a blood transfusion and a second emergency surgery to fix things, so I had to stay in the hospital much longer than usual. We almost thought I was going to go home Wednesday. We even had the discharge papers and everything, and they just happened to check my blood pressure, and guess what? My normally wonderful blood pressure had skyrocketed. So they couldn’t discharge me. I ended up being in the hospital for a week.

I’m now on a bunch of medications and have to go back to the doctor tomorrow to make sure things are okay.

On the plus side, Vincent is WONDERFUL. What few problems cropped up were taken care of. The meconium wasn’t a problem, his blood sugar picked up quickly, and what little jaundice he had was resolved quickly. It turns out he was quite popular in the nursery because of how easy going and cute he is, so he was checked on frequently. (Yes, I realize all parents think their babies are cute. However, I had random nurses glance into my room while passing by, then backwheeling, coming into my room, going “Oh my god, this is YOUR baby?! He’s my favorite one! He’s so handsome and quiet!” So…HA.)

Anyway, Vincent was announced to be “thriving” before we left; all the medical issues were on my side. My husband also overheard that we were a hot topic among the nurses because they were impressed that despite all the blood loss and trauma I’d been through, the first thing I did when I came around was ask to breastfeed my baby. (He did have to keep getting formula supplement as well for a few days because of blood sugar, but I breastfed him 95% of the time.) I was surprised that anyone else thought I’d do otherwise, but I appreciate that others acknowledged the effort, I guess–I was absolutely exhausted, after all.

I have to say that Jim has been wonderful through all this. He had been terrified through the whole pregnancy that I would die during childbirth, which I scoffed at, and when I almost did, the nurses said he handled everything very calmly. The man who had never even held a baby before, much less fed or diapered one, quickly took over when they had to wheel me off after I passed out, and did a GREAT job of it. I’m very lucky that I had all the people around me that I did.

Since then, Jim and I have been adjusting to new life as parents. Vincent and I both have had follow-up visits with our doctors. Because of all the blood loss I had, my milk came in a little later than usual, and then it didn’t have enough calories in it, so Vincent lost more weight than usual, which means we’re still supplementing with formula. He’s still not back up to his birth weight; however, at his appointment today, the pediatrician announced that Vincent has gained more than an ounce a day in the last week, so his weight gain is on the right track.

Unfortunately, at my doctor’s visit last week, my blood pressure was still high, so I have to go back in next week.

Sigh. Whatever, I’m just glad Vincent is doing okay.

With all that being said, Jim and I would like to welcome our son, Vincent Calvin, into the world, as of 3/9/13! And here are the pictures of The Face Worth (Almost) Dying For.

Vincent is an absolute blessing. I’m so glad I made it through everything just to see his face!

So far, the week is going well! Monday was the doctor’s appointment for yet another ultrasound. Our little (or not so little) guy scored 100% on everything they look for–he’s breathing well, moving well, has plenty of amniotic fluid, etc, etc.

Then the highlight: We saw the doctor, who said if I don’t go into labor by Friday, to come in Friday night to start the induction. Finally, I have a date! Obviously, it would be better if the baby decided to come on his own, but I’ll take what I can get. The doctor warned me, though, that my chances of a c-section are going up for reasons I won’t get into, but I was prepared for that. As long as they get my baby out safely, I’m not very concerned how he comes out.

So I’m stoked about that. I’m trying to look at the 8th as a good sign. After all, it’s my sister’s birthday, and I just found out that it’s Jim’s step-dad’s birthday, too! I somehow doubt that the baby will actually come on the 8th since I’m not getting admitted until Friday night, but hey–close enough.

So, that makes tomorrow my last full day of work, as I have another doctor’s appointment to go to in the middle of the day Friday before we go to the hospital Friday night.

Speaking of.

I made it to the deployment meeting! I’m officially a telecommuter!

I will admit: The first hour was rough. I turned everything on, and suddenly, I realized that my monitor was going completely black every few seconds! Who can work like that? I also was having trouble with one of my programs not loading. What really drove me crazy is that I tested all this stuff last week, and everything was working fine!

About 50 minutes later, I got it situated. (And, no, there were no loose cords or anything. Just assume that I’m a genius, heh.)

Granted, it wasn’t a very productive day. Honestly, every time we changed desks at the office, I had the same issue: Having to get used to a new desk all over again. And my home office desk is way different than any desk I used at the office. For one, it has one of those keyboard trays, which puts the keyboard and mouse much lower than I’m used to. Also, I never did buy an office chair–I thought I would be on maternity leave by now–so I had a folding chair. That was decent on my back at first, but it grew uncomfortable. Also, its height put my big preggo belly right against the keyboard.

Yeah, it was awkward.

So later, I locked everything up so Jim could bring me the big, comfy chair from the living room. The problem with that chair is that it’s too low. So then I had to try to “raise” myself with pillows (because I’m short) and put pillows behind me (because I’m pregnant, duh), and it STILL wasn’t enough. I kept fidgeting. My back was killing me and–to my surprise–I was actually more uncomfortable in my home office than I was at work! I wondered how much of this was really the chair and how much of this was just back pain coming along with being this far along.

Despite that, I liked working from home. The day just flew by. I miss my co-workers a lot, though. We’ve all become really good friends, and they definitely made work a lot more fun. I’ll probably see them this weekend, though, since they want to see the baby, so that’ll be good.

Well, I’m off to finish watching this episode of Supernatural and take a shower. My back is still killing me!

I can’t seem to focus.

This should be a big week. Should be.

For one, I’ll be 41 weeks tomorrow. My doctor gave me the impression that he would let me go up to 42 weeks before doing something to get things started. So, hopefully, whether or not this kid decides to come out on his own, this will be my last week pregnant.

I really, really hope it happens sooner rather than later. When I got the biophysical profile done last week (baby’s doing great, no problems there), they estimated that the baby was already at 8 pounds, 8 ounces! By now, he’s probably 9 pounds, easy. I believe my doctor will do a c-section at 10 pounds…which I’m starting to think is a very real possibility.

Let me tell you, we were surprised to find out that our baby is on the bigger side. Jim was a small baby and I was an average baby, so we didn’t expect to hear that the baby was pushing 9 pounds! And, yes, I know that ultrasounds can be–and often are–off, but this estimate is the only number we have right now. Personally, I hope it’s a little off! Otherwise, I’m not sure all the clothes we have for him are going to fit.

The other big thing: Assuming that I don’t go into labor before Wednesday, Wednesday morning, I’ll be logging in for my first day as a telecommuter. Woo hoo!  Jim and I are both excited about me working from home, saving on gas and being able to run downstairs to have lunch with him, etc.

Jim did a really lovely job repainting my office. The room that was once Dora pink and purple (thanks to my niece Trinity, heh) is now a sand-color and some cheery shade of green. Normally, I’m not into green, but it makes me think of the forest, which I love. I really need to mop the floor and rearrange the furniture in my office. Jim arranged for the desk so that my back would be facing the door. His reasoning was super sweet: That way, I’d be close to the heater, so I wouldn’t get cold, and I would see the sun coming through the windows, so I wouldn’t get depressed. The thing is…I don’t think I can stand my back to the door!

I’ve been on pins and needles about this whole pregnancy thing taking forever, so I’m thinking I might take a little money and buy stuff for my office, just to get my mind off of baby stuff for a change. It echos pretty bad in there, so I’m thinking some pictures and a rug is in order.

Also, maybe walking around the mall will get something started. I doubt it, but it sure can’t hurt!