9 more weeks... or 7?

31 WEEKS - I had a doc appnt this morning. Dr. Smith brought up the idea of inducing me early. My ears perked up! She said since Ryan was on the big side at 39 weeks, and I had the 4th degree tearing, that we should consider inducing a week or two early this time. I vote for 2 weeks at a minimum. She said she doesn't want the baby to get that big this time.

So, given that, I have 7ish weeks left which is very exciting. I just need to get my butt in gear and take care of things (baby room etc).

That was the highlight of the appnt. The downside, I'm 183 pounds now. Holy freakin moly.

2 Months Left!

7 months - It's hard to believe only 2 months left. However, I've started to feel kinda miserable lastely so I'm a little anxious that the 2 months goes by quickly. I've started to feel nauseous everyday, and I'm achy because I'm getting so big. My heartburn was unbearable so I got a script from the doc for Nexium. It works wonders but is expensive as hell. oh well.

Last weekend we went to the Rodeo B'B que cookoff with Jeff and Lindsay, like we did last year. This year? Not as fun. Not being able to imbibe is only part of it. I'm not used to doing that much walking and felt like I was going to give birth in the Reliant Stadium parking lot (where the B-B-Que was held). I probably would have if this guy on a runaway scooter had crashed into me. He was hauling ass through the crowd and came about a foot or two from hitting me. Scared the sheeeaat out of me.

This weekend I turn 36. :-O I feel so old. I guess it could be worse though. Randy is cooking dinner for my mom, step-dad and Lisa. I forgot to invite Lindsay and she made plans for the weekend. oops. It's ok. Next weekend Lindsay and I are going to Wendy's for an overnight scrapbooking thing. I need to get caught up before the babe comes. I think we are celebrating with my dad, step-mom, et al on Sunday. This with them never get planned until the very last minute, so I'm still waiting to hear about that.

I'm still leaning towards the name Nathan Alan. We'll call him Nate. Randy isn't 100% on it, but I'm holding firm on this one. He pretty much named Ryan. It's my turn. He's so active. When I get home each night, I recline on my couch and watch my stomach jump all over the place. Wiggly little bugger.

Work is going ok. That company is supposed to buy us on March 10. My manager just got back from a trip to VA to meet with the VP of Mkt there. He came back with news that we do in fact all have jobs (at least the mkt folks). But eventually our positions will change and become more focused. I'm not sure I like that. I enjoy doing a variety of different things at work, and don't want to become pigeon holed. So I guess we'll see what happens. If I don't like it, I'll just find something else.

My Jewish Grandmother (Bubbi) past away 2 weeks ago. She was very sick and very old so it was kind of a relief. Ryan was such a big boy at the furneral. He was quiet, for the most part, but got really excited when he thought they were going to open up the casket and we were going to "see Bubbi". So he provided some comic relief. Bubbi left me $1,000 so I think I'm going to get a really nice digi camera that I've been salivating over for the last few months. I can't wait!

I think that's all for now. Oh, I'm up to 181 pounds. Not too happy with that, but I found a stat from my pregnancy last time that I was 191 pounds at this point, so I guess I'm doing better.