Sunday, June 12, 2011

38 Weeks

 

Was I bigger last time?  I sure was cuter.  Looking pretty rough at 38 weeks.  And not really caring either.

Other than being 38 weeks pregnant and swelled up, I am sick.  Freddie was sick all week and my temperature was up and down.  Friday night it really amped up and I am sicker than I've been in a long time.  I'm a teacher, I don't get sick.  I hate being sick. 

Nothing happened this weekend as I had planned.  No cleaning. No family of 3 time. No hair dying.  Tonight Freddie even asked, "Hard day, Mama?" as he came in to kiss me good night after his bath. 

My fingers, hands, arms are still swelling when I lie down and my feet have joined the fun. My feet have always been of the stumpy variety but by the time 5pm rolls around they look like they're going to pop. 

I've been thinking it is just wrong to ride the subway to the hospital to deliver, but taking the tram and then walking the 15-20 blocks doesn't seem like a good idea either.  And looking at the traffic on the 59th Street Bridge, taking a car would take much too long.  I suppose the tram and then a cab on 2nd Ave is the best plan.  Wondering how all of that will work out.

Doctor on Tuesday.  Wondering if I'll need to do pre-op at the hospital this week as well. 




6 comments:

~jen said...

So sorry to hear you are sick, but glad to see a post here... I was worried after last monday's post. Feel better soon!

greer said...

hang in there mama! thinking of you lots!!! xxoxooxoo

Alice said...

I've been looking for you also. I love you and wish this was easier.

ErinG said...

Awwww Erin! I hope you feel better soon! Nothing feels more hopeless and overwhelming then life when you are sick! This must be the baby's way of forcing you to rest! GOOD LUCK!!!

Soapchick said...

You are beautiful Erin, even when you are sick and swollen. Just a few more days now-do you have a CS date yet?

Lisha said...

Some advice from a three-timer: Don't worry about the house. Don't worry about the (lack of) organizing.

Having two boys means even fewer things are going to go as planned. That's part of the fun!

Get well. PD's going to need you real soon!