Turning over in the middle of the night, or in the morning to hit the snooze button on the alarm is becoming increasingly difficult. I have a wonderful husband who knows how to speak pregnant wife, and all I have to say is "arm!" and he offers his arm like a pull up bar to help me maneuver. He even does it when he himself is half asleep! I knew there was a reason I decided to have his kid.:)
This weekend will be one of the most stressful of the school year, and at last checkup my blood pressure was high enough for them to say "hmm. It's high." but not enough for them to test for preeclampsia. This weekend is the first and largest tournament I have for both debate and theatre. I usually tell the kids that don't get the award they were gunning for who are disappointed sometimes to the point of tears, "Oh get over yourself! It's just a speech and debate tournament! There are wars going on all over the world and starving kids in Africa. If you did your best, then that's all that matters and in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't really matter that much!" I have to practice what I preach and not get worked up about it either. I'm not the competitor, I'm just the coach. I usually make sure that I'm stressed enough to where my kids don't have to be, but at this point, I have enough kids that have been there and done this, so I should be able to rely on them to help out as well. My goal is to have my blood pressure be normal so that Johnny isn't coaxed or forced to come early. I think this is a pretty good goal, I just hope that my colleagues understand and support this goal as well.
I have a checkup today, so we'll see how the blood pressure is currently. I also want to make sure that his heart is beating healthy still. I bought a cheap stethoscope from Walgreen's for $10, but can't seem to hear his heart beat. I can hear mine, but I think it's just a little too basic to pick up his. With him being at the top 90% of growth, I want to be sure that his little heart is still able to work with his system; that his heart isn't overworked already. It's so weird to love this little wiggly monster in my abdomen. He seems so abstract still! It will be amazing to fall in love with him all over again as an actual being separate from me.
Until Then,
Big Momma
