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36 Weeks. Am huge. Penguin is offering moral support

Sorry, sorry. If you've been trying to access this via Facebook, I inadvertently turned it back into a draft. Oops. I blame pregnancy brain.

Today I am 36 weeks pregnant. We had a bit of a wind storm named Sandy, so I spent the day in my pajamas. I did wear clothes to the doctor, I promise, but boycotted fitted clothes once I got home. It was a pajama day for everyone. Anyway, I have three weeks until my scheduled c-section. Today's doctor appointment included signing my pre-op authorization forms. We discussed whether I am going to make it to my surgery date. My doctor once again agreed with me that she hopes I don't because I am likely to be more uncomfortable than I am. My blood pressure was slightly elevated, but I blame it on my inhaler use. I've been wheezy the last few days; probably because I made Todd dust our entire room and I'm deathly allergic to cleaning. 

This past week, I've been feeling energetic, grumpy, and frustrated. I'm frustrated because I can't do the type of nesting that I would like to do. I'm grumpy because no one sees my vision. I'm energetic because I need to nest. I've cheated on my bed rest because I fully believe my blood pressure is increased due to anxiety this pregnancy. I've noticed a difference at home. My numbers are easily 10-15 points lower than at the doctor's office. Could I have a faulty monitor? I say no, because when the numbers have been high, it is on par with the MAs readings. 

Beginning next week, I'm going to attempt to get this baby out. (Oh, don't be like that. I'll get permission first...) Because of my blood pressure, past abdominal/uterine surgeries, I am certainly not a candidate for a vaginal birth. I'm good with this. It also means that if I show signs of labor, they'll bypass labor and send me straight to the OR. Whee! Dear lord, I've never been more excited for surgery in my life!

Jack found my surgery instructions in my purse today. He said "wow!" and brought them to me. I said they were my instructions to get baby sister out. Jack, in the most adorable way possible, said "oh," and then lifted my shirt and spread the paper across my belly. We often wonder how much he picks up on when we talk about the baby, baby Nina, little sister, etc. While he will oblige and point to my belly when asked where baby is, he doesn't show any other interest in the other changes (crib bedding, swing, new carseat, all of the tiny baby clothes) and overall doesn't seem anxious or intuitive at all. Sleep patterns aren't changing, eating is as stubborn as usual. He is so go with the flow that I really don't anticipate a problem once Nina finally arrives.

I'm typing this from my phone and my thumbs are protesting the length. I will update again after Friday's appointment. Have a wonderful week.  Hs