We went to the doctor on Thursday where we had a short time with the ultrasound just to see that baby is moving down into the right position (head seemed to be closer to my right thigh and not quite in the birth canal area, but still down). Also, I'm measuring closer to 40 weeks than 37.
Here is a photo of the belly from Sunday. I am looking tired and chubby:
On Friday, we went out to dinner at Magleby's and then saw "Toy Story 3" where I had some contractions and Jamund cried (at the movie, not the contractions).
Our bedroom was so hot on Friday night that I took my pillows, water, and phone and trekked down to the basement at about 2 a.m. to sleep on our chaise lounge.
On Saturday afternoon after watching the USA v. Ghana World Cup game at Terra Mia in Orem, we went to Best Buy and bought a window air conditioning unit to put in our bedroom ($200 vs. the $12000 fix recommended by the air conditioning guy). The rest of the afternoon was spent with Jamund installing it while I cleaned the floors, ironed shirts, did laundry, etc. Luckily, it was a fruitful venture, and the air conditioner has been a great addition to my life.
On Sunday we had a potluck in our backyard with the singles ward from BYU. For some reason it started at the not-lunch but not-dinner time of 3 p.m., so I had to start making food shortly after coming home from church, and I think the last person left about 7-7:15 p.m. It was a long, hot afternoon, and we ended up with about 4 bags of chips, a bunch of hot dog buns from JDawgs in Provo (but no hot dogs), a veggie tray, pasta salad, some stale brownies (I think), etc.
Sometimes I think that pregnancy has had just as significant effects on Jamund, namely:
• Ate both the lunch and dinner that I packed (since he was going to the temple right after work) yesterday for lunch without even considering (initially) that it was a ton of food.
• Ate basically a half pan of brownies in one day.
• Had the IRS send our tax refund to his private Bank of America account and then closed that account before the tax refund came back to us, which meant that the IRS got our money returned to them and now we have to wait ANOTHER month to get a check from them (we had already been waiting 8 extra weeks because he tried to file online and then we had to mail it in since we bought a house, but we neglected/forgot to sign the form after printing it off from online).
I, on the other hand, have been experiencing mostly the physical largeness of pregnancy. Although I must say that you know the baby is cooked and ought to come out when:
• Even your pregnancy clothes (and underwear) become too small for you.
• You use your nursing pillow under your feet when laying on the bed during the day and at night to prevent swelling.
• The baby looks more like an oddly shaped box inside of you than a human.
Anyway, here's to hoping that the IRS tax refund (which is significant to us) comes before the baby's hospital bill...
I am trying, against all odds, to not have elephant feet by the time I go to sleep tonight (or by dinner time, or even snack time at 4 p.m.).
Right now I can see my ankles beginning to swell already like they are broken. Miserable! I am trying to drink so much water and keep them up when possible, but even just going to the library, sitting with my feet on the floor, or cooking causes my legs and feet to swell!
Last night was the worst so far. Seriously, I looked like an elephant from the waist down. Maybe from the head down. Depressing.
On a happier note, here is a photo from the Springville carnival (happier until you see that it was terrible weather for the carnival! Poor carnival)
Nesting is supposedly one of those things that comes along with preparing to have a baby. This past week, I cleaned the oven, but mostly out of necessity. I don't take joy in cleaning these days, nor do I necessarily have extra energy to do it. I just have this impulse that forces me to clean. Anyway, I don't consider it "nesting."
I have been making good foods, though, like curry, paella, eggs benedict, toffee bars, chocolate cookies, and chocolate chip banana bread (which we ate tonight with our friends, the Smiths and the Caywood's—super good dessert night... mmm... mint brownies, smoothies, and bread!).
Eggs Benedict with homemade English muffins, spinach salad (from the garden), and homemade peach freezer jam on the extra muffin:
My apron matches the colors in the meal:
Treats (we shared these with the kids at church on Sunday, I didn't eat too too many):
Baby "bump" seems an understatement today, the day before we hit week 37 (full term):
p.s. I'm measuring big (still) and in addition to getting the shot for the differing blood types (see earlier entry) in the hospital, now I also get to have an IV with antibiotics since I tested positive for Group B Strep (I think that's what it's called). Good thing I was never planning on having a home birth...
p.p.s. Jamund wants us to have a blog post on the World Cup. I actually enjoy the World Cup, even though I have to watch it on the computer on Univision's website in Spanish. My favorite parts of this arrangement so far are, of course, whenever anyone gets a goal and when Crouch (English player) got subbed in and the announcer said (I'm 99% sure): "Mister Roboto!" (due to his robot dance from last World Cup after scoring a goal).
I'm cheering for England, and Jamund is cheering for the USA, Mexico, England, and Ghana. We like football.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and I've gained over 4 pounds in about 2 weeks... despite exercising every day (I think I even exercised Sat/Sun in that time period)... maybe splitting the funnel cake with Jamund at the Springville Carnival did me in! We have eaten out a few times more than normal, but 4+ pounds? Jeez, baby!
It is getting harder to exercise being larger (which makes me understand why it is hard to get into the exercise program when one is overweight/obese), and I'm thinking, "Why even bother if I'm still gaining excess weight after exercising about an hour a day?!" (Of course, if I didn't exercise, maybe I'd be up a few more pounds!)
I know, I'm pregnant and pregnant people gain weight... but I'm already above the "normal" weight gain, I think. Oh well. Enough complaints. Baby will probably be healthy and ginormous, which is better for him than being super tiny, I suppose.
At least my face never broke out... (knock on wood)
In other news:
Superior Water and Air came over and took way too long to look at our house and tell us that to get our air conditioning/heating circulation problems 100% fixed, it'll cost about $12,000. Ha! Or another solution would be about $6,000 (before government, etc. rebates). And I was moaning over the possibility of spending $200-$300 on a little air conditioning unit!
Needless to say, I was just thinking, "When is this man going to leave so that I can make dinner and stand up?!"
p.s. This morning I left a spoon in my oatmeal while it was in the microwave (for just a tiny bit of time). I then remade the oatmeal and the microwave started sounding like a dinosaur. Hmm.
Bless his heart, but Jamund had a BBQ fail last night. We were having a bunch of friends from the BYU singles ward over, and we decided to have a BBQ with shish kebabs. Jamund diligently got the chimney going with coals about 40 minutes before people came, but they just did not get hot enough at all. No chicken was cooking on those coals.
Some of the boys asked if we had lighter fluid. Answer: nope. Suggestion: gasoline? Answer: yes.
So, on to the BBQ went more coals, and Jamund got the gas can from the shed. He decided to pour some of the gas into a disposable cup to then pour on the coals. Disposable cup = made of styrofoam. One of the boys, Matt, quickly told Jamund that gasoline + styrofoam = napalm. Sure enough, the styrofoam was, at that moment, disintegrating in Jamund's hand and within seconds we had a styrofoam gasoline mess on the concrete patio. Brad then got the lighter and up in flames went our mess (it cleaned up pretty nicely and quickly!).
Anyway, soon we had a roaring BBQ fueled with gasoline (we had other, non-styrofoam disposable cups that were used to pour gasoline on to the BBQ). Dangerous, yes. Don't ever do it. However, we eventually made the kebabs, but despite my soaking the skewers, they still burned because the coals were SO hot due to the gasoline. It was all kind of a mess.
We also had an egg tossing activity—after drawing babies on the eggs as follows—this one is our favorite, as created by one of the boys (Korean, of course!)...
...which resulted in lots of cracked eggs all over everything (the concrete, the grass, a blanket):
Our friend Amory's son (seen in the background of the above photo with his shirt off and wearing a giant apron) had a mini meltdown when her egg (which I was supposed to catch) cracked in my hand (after I did catch it, just not gingerly enough!). It was pretty sad/cute. Anyway, quite a night!
Jamund and our friend Chad were "egged" on to try and toss "twin" baby eggs. Jamund prepared by wearing his safety goggles and my apron (I was wearing his after all). I think Chad ended up getting the worst of it though, when one of the eggs cracked on his pants and shoes. Sorry Chad!:
p.s. I think the BBQ would've kept burning all night long, but Jamund poured some water on it and closed the lid to try to eliminate the oxygen supply. Who knows, it could still be going! Gasoline + charcoal BBQ + baby eggs = craziness.
So, I've been addicted to watching HGTV's "Design Star" on hulu for the past, oh, maybe 3 weeks? Yesterday I finished all the episodes they had, and it was like an old friend was gone—how would I spend my "resting" hour and a half each afternoon? My life felt as if it had no purpose....
But today they posted some of the missing episodes from season 4! My resting hour and a half has purpose again—if only for maybe 2 days!
Pathetic, yes. Better than watching something like "The Bachelorette"? Yes.
p.s. There is a carnival about 3 minutes walk from our house!
p.p.s. Just for fun, here are some photos of me and Jamund from when we were little. Will Simon have chubby or rosy cheeks? Or both? We shall see! (It seems unquestionable from these photos, however, that he will have a fine fashion sense.)
Most of our friends know this already, but just in case you don't: we are members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Our Church builds temples all around the world where important "work" takes place for both the living and dead—basically making promises with God and receiving blessings for doing what you've agreed to do (the Bible talks about temple work too, if you're interested).
People who aren't members of our Church sometimes get angry or confused about the temple because not everyone is allowed inside: you have to be a baptized member of the Church and be living in a certain way to be worthy to be there since we consider temples to be the "House of the Lord." So, we do want everyone to be able to attend the temple—it just takes belief, time, and effort!
Anyway, I haven't been attending the temple lately due to pregnancy (the level of formality and activities aren't really conducive to my bringing in a large water bottle, snacks, and me leaving every hour or so to go to the bathroom).
However, to compensate, I have started a new hobby: indexing!
Indexing is related to temple work because of its connection to family history (and family history relates to temple work because we do work for our ancestors in the temple). Anyone can index on their computer (as long as you have the Internet). Basically, you sign up/register, and they give you different records to look at and analyze. Then you type in the information from the records into these forms that the program provides. After going through a series of checks, this information is then available to those who are doing family history work so they can find their ancestors.
Some of the forms are gnarly and go back really far (1500's??), but I stick to 1900s + (census records, etc.). They also have records from all over the world, but I again stick to American records for ease of understanding.
My very favorite records to index have been the WWII draft cards. Not only are they pretty easy to read and understand, but it is amazing to see all the men (some of whom have been 60+ years old at the time of filling out their cards) who signed up to go fight for their country. Many probably also served in WWI. How many are related, I'm not sure (they seem to be grouped by last name), but it is interesting to think about where they served, who their families were, and if they ever made it home after the War.
Well, indexing. It's a good hobby. Better than Facebook.
These photos were taken today, technically week 34 out of 40. Feeling large! Also, Jamund seems to have troubles with the camera every time he uses it indoors, so my face is blurry in almost every shot he took. Sorry!
This next one is my favorite shot of the bunch, but unfortunately the shirt had some issues, which made it look like we are expecting a square baby:
...so we may have to turn on our AC here pretty soon. Putting the master bedroom on the top floor of the house above the garage with big windows = bad idea. Being 8 months pregnant (give or take) doesn't help out either.
Speaking of which, I need to remember to get Jamund to take a pregnancy photo this week! I went to the doctor today, and he was shocked that I am measuring 37 centimeters on the belly (it is supposed to match your week of pregnancy). So, rather than being 34-35 cm, my baby belly (and therefore baby) is big! I could've told anyone that. I think he gained about 2 pounds yesterday, I felt so suddenly massive (seriously, within one day I felt demolished).
Time to start packing up the hospital bag, just in case? Hopefully we'll make it to July 1, but who knows?!
Yes, I know, it came as a shock to all of us, including him. However, Jamund managed to BBQ some chicken and corn for Memorial Day yesterday!
He did so well and even marinated the chicken and prepared the corn all by himself as I was busy working on a summer wreath and the twice baked potatoes (and yes, we do have a two story canary yellow playhouse in our backyard with planters of flowers by its front porch and front window. Good thing it doesn't have a door or else I'd probably have to make a summer wreath for that house too! Ha).
After dinner, we attempted to find the kids in the BYU singles ward at their activity "in Provo Canyon" at Nunn's Park. We, of course, went to the wrong park (it is right next to Nunn's Park and is off the same "exit," but I don't think it is technically Nunn's Park). We sat at the river for awhile and talked about dinosaurs.
After awhile, we decided to go get some ice cream on our own (although the smores they had promised sounded so good to me), but we found two kids also lost on our way back to the car. One of them made a phone call, and we eventually made our way to the activity (and I got a smore, plus some chocolate and lemonade).
Here is the summer wreath I made following instructions (mostly) from "Kelly Hicks Design Blog," although my flowers ended up looking quite different (fabric choice, probably). I was also proud of the cost: wreath from the dollar store ($1 + tax) plus fabric, buttons, thread, etc. I already had: