The final trip to Portland was fun, and I am now pretty well stocked up and ready to have me a baby. The ol’ wallet took a hit over the last week, as we had to pick up a couple ‘big’ things, namely the pack-n-play and a temporal thermometer, and then I spent more money in Portland on exciting stuff like sheets and onesies. Woot. It’s all washed and put away, now, and the PNP is set up in the dining room for our first-floor baby station, and the bassinet is made up and uh, yeah, we’re ready, I guess.
I still need a handful of things — a garbage pail with lid for the cloth diapers, and the swing, basically, and that’s it. Huh.
On the job front, I’ve landed in an awkward situation, in that Marilyn has already talked to the principal and sung my praises and really wants me to apply, andnow they are expecting an application, even though the posting closed on Friday. In the meantime, I decided that it really wasn’t the time — not with a newborn, not with still having classes to finish, etc — but then I don’t want to be the flake that’s been raved about that never makes herself known. And, it’s a small enough area that I don’t want to ruin my reputation already, you know? So, the wonderful Mrs K over at ADL has written just about the perfect letter to say "Here’s my resume, since you’re expecting it, but I don’t want a job." (I would formally apply, to interview, but to get all my documentation in order by tomorrow is just near impossible, and totally overwhelming, especially since I know I don’t want the job.) And who knows, maybe next year the person they hire this year will move away and there will be a new opportunity to apply, at a much better time for ME to consider it.
What else — at 35+ weeks, I’ve gained 15 pounds (actually, I hit the 15lb gain at 26w, gained 2 more, went on Pregnancy Atkins and lost 2 pounds.) Depite that, my MIL told me it looks like I’m having twins. Uh, whatever. Dave totally called her on it — "so, you’re saying she’s huge?" but I think she’s in the camp of "saying someone is big is a compliment." Amy has said I’m all belly — for reference, I weigh what I weighed when I went to NYC last summer, and NYC folks, YOU saw the picture from the shower — I surely didn’t look like THAT in NYC. SInce I have around 5weeks left, I think that I’ve done pretty well for myself through this. You can’t really know until you’re in the thick of it how you’ll gain, and I have been (or was) really nervous, becuase I was starting overweight, but now I’m feeling really confident that I will be able to return to my pre-TTC weight in a decent amount of time. With the thyroid being treated, and the stressors of a bad school situation, slow TTC process, and m/c behind me (and, you know, hopefully the magic of breastfeeding will have an effect, as well) I’m looking forward to getting back to normal.
Other than that, the heartburn sucks lately, as does the widget-induced faux-asthma-attack thingies, where it presses on my diaphragm (according to my doc) and makes me cough and talk weird, like I’m mid-asthmat attack, but I’m not. It’s very weird. I imagine they are both related to baby position, but the heartburn means that I keep Tums on my nighstand, in my coat pocket, in the car, everywhere. Oof.
Soon, though, sooner than I really can even imagine, I’m sure, I’ll have a whole new list of sore spots, and a baby to take care of, too. Holy cow.