52 Blessings: Week 9

Week 9: An Artist and a Mother

This last weekend I held my mother hostage. Literally. I told her she could not go to Iowa to help Megan until she painted my tree for me. So she spent most of Saturday doing my bidding. Actually, come to think of it, she spent Friday doing my bidding as well. Sometimes being pregnant really is fun. I think my doctor's appointment helped things.

Friday was my first check-up to see if I've dilated or effaced at all. Mom took the girlies (I love that she doesn't work on Fridays!!!!) and I headed to Dr. D's office, expecting nothing. By nothing I mean the usual (for me) -- "oh, you're 60% effaced (I swear they always say that) and dilated to a one." After sitting in the little room for what seemed like forever (maybe it's just because you are half-naked that it seems longer and more uncomfortable of a wait), he comes in and checks me.

Surprise Surprise -- dilated to a 3 and 75% effaced.

Repita por favor?????

I'm four weeks away and have never gone into labor on my own so these numbers seemed strange to me who's expecting to have this baby the first week of April. And here's Dr. D telling me that if the baby comes they won't stop it because I'm far enough for her to be full-term and do I know where to go at this new hospital and that he can feel her head and she's totally dropped and am I feeling a lot of pressure and that he thinks this will be a quick labor because such and such. . . . I told him then that with London he broke my water at 6 pm and she was born at 8 to which he repeated with a laugh that, yes, this should be a quickie. Okay, I live 1/2 hour from the hospital so let's hope it's not too quick.

But still I deny that my body can actually start labor on it's own. I mean, two inductions and I just can't fathom what it would be like to wake up Nate in the night and say, "honey, let's go - it's time." That's not the way it works for me. Right? I guess we'll see.

So after the appointment I came back to mom's house and we ran lots of errands for getting the baby room together while mom just kept saying in amazement how low my stomach was and how it looked like a sack just hanging there (lovely thought, huh?). Then we met Amy at Paradise Bakery for a birthday lunch in honor of Grandma Jones who turned 83 (I think). I still can't believe how well she and Grandpa get around with him being 93. They are amazing!

Cyndee spent the night and in the morning we worked on the tree. I am very very happy with how it turned out. I honestly don't know what I would do without a mother who is not only artistic, but is willing to do anything and everything for me. She is a true blessing in my life.

Here's how the tree turned out. I love the simplicity (it looks just like the one in the Pottery Barn magazine!) and the clean look of the white/blue. I am just that much more excited to get this room together!