Emotions, Eclipse, and Excitement!

Did you ever have a moment where you knew you were going to lose it, then you thought, no--I'd really better hold it together here, and then ultimately decided on losing it anyway?  Well, that was me this week.  I would say that my emotions have gotten the better of me these last few days, but I will explain myself.  First of all, I have been pretty good at not overindulging in rich fattening foods as to not overdo it or gain excessive weight.  But the other day, I just really wanted Dairy Queen and there was no other alternative to satisfying that craving.  So, we stopped at the trusty DQ and I ordered the blizzard of the month (small size, mind you) and it just happened to be something with confetti sprinkles in it but no chocolate.  So, I asked if they could please put hot fudge on top.  I really wanted something chocolaty, but not TOO much in there.  Well, we pulled around, got the ice cream, and started for home.  As we drove out on the main road, I looked at our treats and noticed that neither one had any hot fudge on top.  Oh, I was more than mad.  I even verified that we actually DID pay 35 cents extra for the delicious stuff.  But they just blew it off like it must have not been important.  Well, it WAS important.  We were sort of too late to turn around, but once we got close to home, I had Phil pull into the McDonald's by our house so I could go in there and beg for some hot fudge.  Phil looked at me like I was truly insane but I persisted, saying that I really needed it.  And so I'd like to say thank you to Phil for tickling my fancy and also to McDonalds for giving me a FREE cup of hot fudge to pour over my ice cream, and for allowing me to choose how many pumps I wanted in that cup.  I think they knew not to mess with this situation.  And I was happy again.

But the emotions were not over...the next morning in the shower, I completely lost it and burst into a weeping sob session over the sappy country song that was playing on the radio.  If you have ever heard Tim McGraw's "Don't Take the Girl," then you know what I am talking about.  If you are pregnant or otherwise feeling vulnerable, take my advice and don't listen to that song.

And then the overload of emotions came today--it was going to be a very exciting day because we were having an ultrasound so the doctor could check on the baby's development.  Well, the technician actually apologized to me because she told me that our baby had a "big" head for his size and that he is, in fact, at the moment, butt down in the breech position.  She said she wished she could tell me something better, but it was looking like he was still measuring on the large side of the scale.  What in the world does that even mean?  Is she saying that's bad news because I'll have to deliver a huge baby?  And there was no doc in the office today to even give his expert opinion on what that could mean for our birth "plan."  Here's what we have surmised based on her reports and without talking to the doctor: we have a big baby in there. According to the measurements, he could be anywhere between 6.5 and 7.5 lbs currently.  She suggested that the doctor will take a look and assess whether we would need to induce me earlier.  But this is all I know, and I won't see the doctor until next Tuesday.  SOOOOOO...we now wait.  I sort of wish she didn't really "scare" me like that.  I feel so nervous and anxious that it's like we have 2 big babies on our hands, me being one of them.  But I'm really trying to relax and not worry.  Que sera sera.  But please say prayers anyway.  I will really appreciate it.  I have this feeling that we are closer than we thought to meeting our beefcake.    

Last Thursday night, Phil and I went to the hospital and met two awesome nurses, Annette and Pam, in labor and delivery.  We were the only ones there for the class so we had our own private session.  And we learned a lot about the procedures they go through and how they monitor the baby and me.  I feel that we are in good hands and I am putting all my trust in the Lord above and the doctors and nurses at this point.  But I'm getting my hospital bag packed now so we are ready. 



Solar Eclipse

Can't wait to meet our baby boy!