Just thought I would make a quick post to let everyone know that I am NOT having a baby right now. Despite having completed all get-ready-for-baby chores, Liv makes no signs of wanting to leave her nice cozy room. "She'll come out when she gets ready," everyone says. Well, I am not running a hotel here people! Rates are going up really soon. I have actually been feeling a little better the last few days, so I guess I can stick it out. I really hope she doesn't wait until June, though. It reached a record high of 97 here in Austin today, and tomorrow's high is 99. (Please note that the temperature reading from the car said it reach 101, but in in the interest of fairness, I reported the "official" temp.) Anyway, I am thankful that I will not be pregnant for much more of the summer heat. I love Texas, but the summers are unbearable, even when you are not pregnant.
We had our 39 week doctor's appointment on Friday. There was absolutely no progress since the last visit, which essentially means no progress at all. WARNING: TMI (too much information) AHEAD. One of my biggest complaints lately has been my ever-shrinking bladder and how much discomfort (and time spent in bathroom) it has caused me. I was complaining about it to my doctor and told her if I didn't know better, I would think I had a bladder infection. She suggested we test to make sure that was not the case. Lo and behold, I got a call a few hours later that I did indeed have a bladder infection. Well hell, that explains so much. I guess I should apologize to Liv for blaming her for my 6-10 trips to the bathroom each night. (Yes, that's right, 6-10!)
Wednesday night, my friend Alison and I attended what we refer to as "boob class." In reality it was a lactation class where we were supposed learned how to breastfeed. My question is this: If childbirth and breastfeeding have been around since the beginning of man, why in the world is it all so complicated? Sean did not go with me to this class and for that I am thankful. Alison and I were the only women there without their men (and hers in in Iraq), but given the amount of giggling that came from the man behind me, I can't imagine Sean getting through the 2-hour class without embarrassing me. We saw more nipples than a late-night Cinemax movie--and let me tell you, it was not a good thing.
The lactation consultant went over what we can and cannot eat while breastfeeding. First came the good news: I can drink alcohol as long as I do it at least 2 hours before feeding. You have no idea how good an ice-cold beer sounds right now. Then came the bad news: NO ICE CREAM (for the first couple of weeks)!!!!!! What???!!!???? I seriously shrieked out loud. She explained that the calcium is too hard on the baby's tummy. Well, at least I can have a drink.
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