1001 rules...
Tomorrow marks my 38th week pregnant. I made it past 35 weeks and to our baby shower and now I am ready to have Jackson. Apparently, however, Jackson hasn't gotten this memo. Ahhh, pregnancy.....certainly not designed for the control freak.
Robbie and I had an absolutely perfect weekend with our family and friends. The weather was gorgeous, our meals delicious, the interaction fun. I will always think about our shower weekend as being a great one. Robbie and I spent Sunday putting together last minute items, washing more tiny clothes and enjoying each others' company. Robbie even made the announcement that he is rethinking the option of cutting the umbilical cord, something Robbie was adamant about not doing. My stance all along was for him to do whatever he was comfortable with, but to wait until the moment to truly decide. What this seemingly tiny revelation tells me though is he is getting really excited about meeting Jack and is thinking through the events that will transpire during this meeting. In a weird way this helps me. I am growing with anticipation and anxiety about the big day's events, but rarely does Robbie let me forget I won't have to go at it completely alone.
Last Friday I saw the doctor (are you noticing a pattern here?) and I was dilated to 4 cm and nearly 90% effaced. Really, just more of the same. In theory I know this kid will arrive when he is good and ready, but in irrational fear theory I am so worried labor will stall out and an induction will be necessary. I guess I should try harder to not get all worked up about this, I guess. Dr. King announced also that she wanted to have me get a sonogram done to see how Jackson was measuring. I told her that this was a "pleasant surprise." She smiled, looked and me and said, "Well, Catie, when you're fundal height is measuring big we usually get a scan to see how things are going in there." In all of my wisdom and clarity I then said, "Am I measuring BIG?!" Duh. Cue the sonogram.
The good news is Jackson measures exactly as he should at his gestational age. The estimate on current weight was around 7 pounds and apparently he is, so far, taking after my side of the family with shorter legs and a round belly. The one clear picture we got of his face showed some incredibly chubby cheeks, so the Pop Tarts I have been craving are obviously doing their job. He is definitely cramped in his current living quarters, but still seems quite content.
Robbie showed me a website the other day of a man who has started a list titled 1001 Rules For My Unborn Son. It's filled with smart advice, relevant quotes and even suggests music he feels his son should be acquainted with. As I started reading through the list I realized why Robbie was so excited to show it to me. I got to about #300 and believe Robbie could have easily come up with 90% of them. Apparently this guy and Robbie think alike. The list is going to be published in book format and I am planning on pre-ordering. Here's a few to leave you with:
Robbie and I had an absolutely perfect weekend with our family and friends. The weather was gorgeous, our meals delicious, the interaction fun. I will always think about our shower weekend as being a great one. Robbie and I spent Sunday putting together last minute items, washing more tiny clothes and enjoying each others' company. Robbie even made the announcement that he is rethinking the option of cutting the umbilical cord, something Robbie was adamant about not doing. My stance all along was for him to do whatever he was comfortable with, but to wait until the moment to truly decide. What this seemingly tiny revelation tells me though is he is getting really excited about meeting Jack and is thinking through the events that will transpire during this meeting. In a weird way this helps me. I am growing with anticipation and anxiety about the big day's events, but rarely does Robbie let me forget I won't have to go at it completely alone.
Last Friday I saw the doctor (are you noticing a pattern here?) and I was dilated to 4 cm and nearly 90% effaced. Really, just more of the same. In theory I know this kid will arrive when he is good and ready, but in irrational fear theory I am so worried labor will stall out and an induction will be necessary. I guess I should try harder to not get all worked up about this, I guess. Dr. King announced also that she wanted to have me get a sonogram done to see how Jackson was measuring. I told her that this was a "pleasant surprise." She smiled, looked and me and said, "Well, Catie, when you're fundal height is measuring big we usually get a scan to see how things are going in there." In all of my wisdom and clarity I then said, "Am I measuring BIG?!" Duh. Cue the sonogram.
The good news is Jackson measures exactly as he should at his gestational age. The estimate on current weight was around 7 pounds and apparently he is, so far, taking after my side of the family with shorter legs and a round belly. The one clear picture we got of his face showed some incredibly chubby cheeks, so the Pop Tarts I have been craving are obviously doing their job. He is definitely cramped in his current living quarters, but still seems quite content.
Robbie showed me a website the other day of a man who has started a list titled 1001 Rules For My Unborn Son. It's filled with smart advice, relevant quotes and even suggests music he feels his son should be acquainted with. As I started reading through the list I realized why Robbie was so excited to show it to me. I got to about #300 and believe Robbie could have easily come up with 90% of them. Apparently this guy and Robbie think alike. The list is going to be published in book format and I am planning on pre-ordering. Here's a few to leave you with:
#367
You marry the girl, you marry her whole family.
#8
An hour with your grandparents is time well spent.
"Take it easy. But take it."
-Woody Guthrie
#52
Get to know your sister's boyfriends. I'll rely on your opinion.
#82
Never criticize a book, play, or film unless you have read or seen it yourself.
Art is full of surprises.
Required Listening:
"A Change is Gonna Come" by Sam Cooke
#101
Root for the home team, even when they stink.
But if you move to Dallas, don't plan on coming home.
"When I am abroad, I always make it a rule to never criticize or attack the government of my own country. I make up for lost time when I come home."
-Winston Churchill
#120
Spend time with your mother. She's cooler than you think.
#150
Don't get all fancy about your beer or coffee.
#179
Make curfew. Sneak out later to meet her.
Don't make a habit out of it. You'll miss the danger.
Required listening:
"Peace, Love and Understanding" by Elvis Costello
You marry the girl, you marry her whole family.
#8
An hour with your grandparents is time well spent.
"Take it easy. But take it."
-Woody Guthrie
#52
Get to know your sister's boyfriends. I'll rely on your opinion.
#82
Never criticize a book, play, or film unless you have read or seen it yourself.
Art is full of surprises.
Required Listening:
"A Change is Gonna Come" by Sam Cooke
#101
Root for the home team, even when they stink.
But if you move to Dallas, don't plan on coming home.
"When I am abroad, I always make it a rule to never criticize or attack the government of my own country. I make up for lost time when I come home."
-Winston Churchill
#120
Spend time with your mother. She's cooler than you think.
#150
Don't get all fancy about your beer or coffee.
#179
Make curfew. Sneak out later to meet her.
Don't make a habit out of it. You'll miss the danger.
Required listening:
"Peace, Love and Understanding" by Elvis Costello
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