10/14/2009

 
Three days left of work. I cannot put into words how happy I am to almost be done with that place for 12 weeks.

I had a midwife appt. this afternoon. The apprentice was there this time, too. I haven’t seen her in a few weeks. Everything looks good. BP was 120/68, urine was good, they both "estimated" baby at 7-ish lbs. Heartrate was 124. Mason has been pokin’ his little feet out on my right side all day. I keep having to pop them back in, and push his little butt down. Vicki (midwife) knocked $200 off my fee because of Josh being in the military, and majority of our visit was spent talking about what things she can send in a care package to him. I thought that was very sweet of her.

Josh certainly can’t say that I don’t care about him. One of his biggest issues with his last deployment was that he never got mail, and felt like everyone back home had forgotten about him. (He claims his mom never even sent packages, and she says otherwise. But she didn’t know how to fill out customs forms or address the box when I helped her earlier this week with two packages.) Well, I’ve sent something like 8 packages to him so far. I’ve encouraged his mom to send 2 so far, and our local VFW has adopted his troop and mailed out 100 packages to the guys yesterday. I’m still feeling really "blah" about things regarding him. = And even though I feel that way, I’m still going through all this trouble. What is wrong with me?

George flies in tomorrow night. And then they fly back out on Saturday afternoon. I won’t even be able to see them off because George didn’t make the flight late enough. I told him I wouldn’t be able to take Saturday off because it’s my last day, and I work until 2:30. Hmph. Oh well, I guess.

Sunday I get to meet up with Ms. Tinky for pictures of my fat ass. =X I think I’m going to regret taking maternity photos this late in my pregnancy. Moo.

I’m less then 2 weeks away from having a baby.

Bedtime for the kiddos, and very shortly bedtime for me.