Grumpy

Me = Grumpy.

The mold count won't give me a break, which means I have been coughing up gunk for about two weeks now. The past few days I've been on the couch because I am so tired and feel like crap. And this morning I woke up unable to breath out of one nostril and feeling like someone had punched me in the face. I am crying uncle and getting my Ceftin refilled as soon as Walgreen's opens! I'm so glad my ENT decided to let me order refills instead of making me call him every time I have a sinus infection.

In pregnancy news, we had an ultrasound on Friday morning and the baby is looks great. Her estimated weight is now 8-1/2 pounds, which makes sense because it was 7-1/2 pounds two weeks ago. This girl is getting pretty darn heavy! I need to put a pillow under my belly when I sleep and I can’t sit with my legs closed anymore. I think it’s time for her to come out ;)

Other than that, I feel like I am back in the 2WW! I'm analyzing every symptom, wondering if it could possibly be a sign of labor. Is that another Braxton Hicks or a real contraction? Is my stomach upset because labor is starting? Was that my water breaking, or did I just pee myself again? ( :/ ) If there was such a thing as labor-prediction pee sticks, I'm sure I would be POAS five times a day. I even have a little bit of that sad, left-out feeling as I see other people having their babies.

Greg is also on labor-watch. He said that every time I make a sound of discomfort, he wonders if I am in labor. Yesterday morning I opened the door to ask him if he wanted some coffee, and he turned to me and said, "Are you in labor??"

My dad is convinced she is waiting for his 60th birthday on the 26th to make an appearance. Greg "has a feeling about Tuesday." And I am wondering if she is waiting for the Lost finale (tonight), because I made a comment a long time ago about how I wanted to baby to wait until after Lost finale so I could watch it :P

At least I know it won’t be more than a week!