Sunday, August 15, 2010

Tha-ree days. Three, 3, tres. Yep. Three

Forget the counter to the right. I am being induced on the 18th.

Good thing since yesterday I finally lost the last two of the knuckles on my hands. Now they are just pits. Give me a few more days and the crevice of a belly-button might actually pop. That would be the first time ever!

Worried that the poor kid is going to be addicted to Percocet. I am trying to only take one a day, but between the migraines, killer contractions and the amount of water I am retaining, sometimes it doesn't work. I feel like I am an old lady with all the medications I have now and I haven't even given birth yet.

I was taking to Rebekah this morning about the plan of Grandma coming to stay and waiting until Jack is born and then taking the kids to the Bow Hunt. As soon as I mentioned that she would get to come to the hospital and hold him, she got all giddy and excited. I laughed and she fell over on the bed and started giggling. "I am so excited!" She told me.

Me too babe. Me too.

Missing my mommy and daddy though. Of course I won't have to worry about grandma peeking around the curtain in the delivery room this time.