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New Belly Pic
One other thing - Duckie moved so good today I actually SAW my belly move. Nate, of course, was at work, and Duckie has yet to repeat his/her feat, so poor Nate still hasn't gotten to see or really feel the movement.
Welcome to the Third Trimester!
School started Tuesday. Aargh. I'm so not ready for this semester. It's the hardest one I've had so far schedule-wise, and it's going to be almost as difficult workload-wise. Not exactly what I wanted for my 3rd trimester, but I'll have to make due. (No pun intended!) I just hope the baby doesn't come too early or somehow cause me to end up on bed rest, because I really, really, really want to be done with everything before Duckie arrives. The last thing I want is all the emotions of having a newborn compounded by the stress of having an incomplete hanging over my head.
Also, it is HOT here, which is no fun. My tolerance for heat is really very small these days. I'm leaving much earlier for everything than I used to do because I'm walking so much slower. I'm starting to have a little bit of trouble with shortness of breath, and hiking all over campus in the heat just makes it worse.
Oh boy do I have a story about Notre Dame football tickets. Graduate students were able to get their tickets yesterday, and as usual, the ticket distribution system was utterly disorganized. My friends and I came to the conclusion that they have cameras around the crowd and that they intentionally try to make the process as bad as possible so they can sit around in a room somewhere and laugh at us, while gleaning ideas to make it even worse next year. Well anyway, the stadium security people who "organize" (and I use that word in its loosest sense) everything had total attitudes, which was no surprise - they are the same way at the games. One of them basically started harassing our group because we actually had the nerve to complain about some of the things that were screwed up (people cutting in line, etc.). So at one point, I piped up and said, "You know, I'm 6 months pregnant and I called the box office a few weeks ago and was told I'd be accommodated, but clearly that's not going to happen since we've had to wait so long for our tickets." (We were at the very end of the line because we had a horrible lottery number, but what was really frustrating was that the first 100 or so people they let in, they let in regardless of number - they just them stream in. We almost made it into that group, and then they shut the gates.) Well, the guy turned his wrath on me. First, he accused me of not having done what I needed to. He said, "You didn't tell anyone here you needed help." I said, "No, but I told several people I was pregnant because I needed to sit down and no one told me that qualified me and my whole group to move to the front of the line. Not to mention when I called the box office, I was under the impression they would accommodate me there, not here." But he continues to blame me and he's getting really nasty, so I tried to walk away. Well, he actually follows me and finally says, "When my wife was pregnant she wasn't incapacitated the whole time." OMG, did I lose it. I couldn't even believe what a jackass he was. I turned on heel and practically screamed at him, "EXCUSE ME? I'm SIX MONTHS pregnant, and the home season ends TWO DAYS before my due date." I was so livid I was afraid of doing something that would get us kicked out altogether, so again I tried to walk away, although I was trembling with rage. But again, this jerk followed me! Honestly, I don't even remember what he was saying at this point as I was ignoring him, but rest assured, he was not apologizing. He was continuing to harass me. Finally he gleaned that I wasn't going to pay any attention to him and walked away, I'm sure to go find some other pregnant women to harass. Oh, the thought of this still makes my blood boil. I'm considering writing a letter of complaint, but I honestly have no idea what the guy's name was, and he looked just like all the rest of them, so I couldn't really even describe him. In the end, we got tickets basically where I wanted them (near an exit tunnel to the concession/bathroom/concourse areas, so I won't have to walk too far for the bathrooms and won't be? impeded if there is an emergency), so it turned out fine, but I really don't think that behavior should be allowed to persist. Still, this is my 3rd year, and I've seen those idiot stadium guys (and women for that matter) be just as nasty to other people, so I really don't think anyone cares. I almost wonder if it's in their job description: "Must be raging egomaniac with power issues."
Well, that's about it. Tomorrow, we leave to go to St. Louis for a Mizzou football game and on Sunday, I MIGHT be getting an ultrasound from Amy's mom, so perhaps I'll have some exciting news to share when we return!
(One more thing - I still haven't gotten the pictures loaded because right now, the files are huge, but the software I use to resize them is not working. It keeps shutting down as soon as I try, and now with school starting, I don't know when I'll finally get them up, but I'll keep working on it, I promise!)
Getting Another Ultrasound!
Well, our trip to St. Louis was great. Mizzou actually WON, quite a shock to everybody. And seeing Amy and Jason and Avery was a lot of fun. Avery is just the sweetest baby in the world, and at my favorite age, 6 months. They're not mobile enough or coordinated enough to hurt themselves easily yet, but they've got so much personality. Avery was all smiles and giggles, a total sweetheart. And the cutest little pudgy legs!! Why can't pudgy, dimpled legs be considered attractive on adults, too??? :)
We did not get another ultrasound from Amy's mom, which was not a big deal, but I had a doctor's appointment today and it turns out I'm getting another anyway! My uterus is apparently measuring 32 cm, when it should be 28-30, so they want to do another ultrasound to find out why. It could just be that my uterus likes to grow big, but it could mean that the baby is very large (which is not from the GD, because my blood sugar numbers are great) or I have a lot of amniotic fluid or something. However, if it turns out the baby is very large, we'll probably have to have some follow ups because at some point, I believe, they decide the baby is just too big for vaginal delivery and will schedule a C-section. I'm terrified of labor and of a C-section, so in the end, it doesn't matter either way. :) Anyway, the next ultrasound is scheduled for a week from Monday, 9/16.
Other than that, I'm doing fantastic. I've lost another 1/2 pound in the last 2 weeks, and I actually believe I may have lost more because I had JUST eaten breakfast today, whereas at my last two appointments, I had a mostly empty stomach. My blood pressure is excellent. It's actually gone down some to it's lowest number yet, 104/something. Considering how stressed school has got me, that's even more impressive. Finally, I got my Rhogam injection (the one they give Rh negative mothers if the father is Rh positive), which I had been sooo scared about and it turned out to be a total non-event. I hate shots. The needles don't bother me at all, and I don't mind having blood drawn in the least, but the meds in shots tend to sting. However, this one was over with so quickly I barely felt it. It did sting a bit after, but nothing terrible. Best of all, they give it to you in your butt...what fun. :) But it's high enough up that even if I swell a bit, as I usually do after shots, it shouldn't cause me too much trouble sitting.
Well, that's about it. Our first birthing class is tonight...I'm so excited! I'll try to check back in tomorrow or this weekend with an update on that.