I'm downstairs with my boys. Jon's snoring on the sofa, Jake's stretched out in front of the TV waiting for someone to go up to bed, and Hambone's kicking and punching occassionally.
And I've realized this sad but true fact. I've become a stomach-stroker.
I spend a surprising amount of time sitting still, one or both hands on my buddha-like belly, alternately stroking Hambone's feet and patting back at him when he kicks. Hopefully this addiction will be short-term and won't transfer to someone else's stomach. That could get awkward.
We had a good visit at the doctor's today. I've lost 5 pounds since last Thursday, all excess fluid hanging around for a variety of reasons. Frequent left-side naps and lots of water have chased it away and my blood pressure is back down to normal. So no more worries there. Trish said "see you in delivery!" I hope so... it'd be nice to go a little early and get everything done with. I told Hambone this morning "you can come along any day now. My big report is done!"
Jon went with me to my final hypnotherapist appointment this afternoon and learned about what he should do to help me. His number one job is to help me stay calm and focused on relaxing. He's responsible for talking with the nurses and making sure things go the way we'd like them to, leaving me free to concentrate. And he needs to keep touching me and telling me everything's ok, we're doing fine, and the baby's coming soon. He'll be good at that.
I stopped to get groceries on the way home (homemade spaghetti sauce and sketti for dinner), then stopped at a day care facility we're considering. I did fine until I stood there looking at 8 little cribs lined up against the wall. It made me cry. I don't want Hambone to be one of several babies, I want him to be THE baby, the center of my universe and everyone else's. It's really hard to think about leaving him and he's not even here yet. But it's a good facility. I'll go back with Jon on Friday for a second look, and we'll have to decide quickly if we want to sign him up.
And finally, my dad is here. It was a big surprise since I talked to him Sunday and he wasn't planning to come anytime soon. He didn't tell me he was even thinking of visiting this weekend, just took off on Tuesday after emailing everyone that he felt like he needed to drive to MI and visit us. My dad is a free spirit and I love him, but it's been another big stressor for me. My mom is arriving tomorrow afternoon (a long-planned visit specifically for post-baby help), and although my parents have been divorced much longer than they were ever married, and although they generally get along ok, it's not comfortable being around both of them at once. It's no fun trying to entertain two people who don't really want to spend time together. If he'd called to talk with me beforehand I would've asked him to wait until after the baby arrives to visit. Especially since I'm still trying to wrap things up for work, let alone get mentally prepared for childbirth.
New Year's with my parents... I might spend a lot of time in my room this weekend. That and go to the movies with my husband, who regularly exhibits the patience of a saint when it comes to my family. At the very least he deserves a couple of matinees.
Now for bed... and I wonder. Will it be possible to hold Hambone in one arm and blog with the other? Hmm...