Crossing the line

Here are a few things that I believe are crossing the line when talking to a pregnant woman.

How much weight have you gained?

DO NOT ask a pregnant girl that, especially at the end of her pregnancy.  It's none of your business.  Let her be, let her eat her donuts, let her eat her brownies because her back and feet really hurt along with all of her insides.

Have you dilated any?

I don't ask you about your vagina, why are you asking me about mine?  I mean really - why do women think that is an appropriate question?  Sure, if we are close friends ask away because odds are you have probably seen me naked on numerous occasions but if I don't know you that well or you are a random person, don't ask me about my goods.  That's really awkward.

You only have two weeks left....unless you go over like I did!

Please shut up, I do not care.

Are you ever going to have that baby?

Nope, he is going to stay inside of me forever because it's so much fun.  I'm doing all I can do to have this baby other than stick my hand in and pull him out.  Yes, I'm going to have him and I'm so excited to sniff his little neck I can hardly wait! 

You haven't dropped any - you aren't ready.  
You're nose hasn't spread across your face yet - you aren't ready.
If you say "you aren't ready" one more time to me I'm going to knock you out...



This is me, almost 10 months pregnant.  I am actually at peace knowing that my body is doing what it is supposed to be doing...I wanted to cry when I left the doctors office this morning but I didn't.  Hopefully one day very soon Oaks will decide it is time for him to make his appearance and then I won't have to worry about dilation or swelling - and people asking weird questions that freak me out.

Cory and I continue to work on our house to get it ready for his arrival.  We are so blessed to have so many people who are willing to help us (mainly help me) work around the house since my legs and feet have kept me from doing a lot these past few weeks.

Oaks doesn't understand the amount of love he has coming for him or I know he would already be in this world taking in all those hugs and kisses.

What can I say?

At this point of the game - I don't have anything really nice to say?  I will try.

The nursery is basically done.  So thankful for Stormy who came over to help me make the finishing touches.

I feel like we are ready for him... as ready as we can be.  I will probably be sending people all over town getting items we have forgotten but I feel like I'm ready.

Our bags are packed.  I mean, how to do you really pack for the hospital?  What do you wear home?  You don't want to look like hammered hell but you did just have a child so it would be difficult not to in my opinion.  Plus, when you went in with a shirt that showed off your bump - that bump is now a muffin top - and I'd prefer not to show that off.  Gross.  Yoga pants and a big shirt it is.

My feet and legs kill me - from when I wake up until I go to sleep.  If the doctor tells me again that swelling occurs in 50% of all pregnancies I'm going to whack him with my huge leg.

I have worn makeup twice in two weeks.  I keep hearing, "you look really tired today."  Yes, yes, I am tired - I wake up numerous times during the night to pee or roll over.  I look like hell because I don't have on makeup but thanks for pointing that out!

On the days that I can fit my fat feet in tennis shoes, I can't tie them on my own. 

We have made the transition of the dogs living downstairs.  Hank of course hates it because he wants to be in bed with me every single night but we are hoping this will be easier on us when we are up and down with the baby.  I don't think I can handle a crying baby and a crying dog at the same time.

If one more person talks to me about going over my due date, I may punch them.  I'm the only person allowed to be negative.

I am glad that people can't hear the things I think.

I'm really nervous about not getting a bath everyday?  Is that stupid or what?  I shave everyday and I'm freaked out about possibly not getting to do that.  I may get over it in the near future.


We are really ready to meet our son.


Happy 15th Birthday to Sunnie!

The End is Near

OH MY how I can tell that I am getting near the end of pregnancy.  Whew!!  I can't believe how long and how fast the past 8 months have went by.  I am one week away from being 9 months pregnant.  These days, in case you didn't know you go for 10 months (40 weeks) instead of 9 months.  Ugh, whatever.

So here I am. 35 weeks pregnant - large and in charge!  I feel bigger every single day.  My feet, ankles, and legs are swollen huge.  It's disgusting and ridiculous all at the the same time and to be honest it makes me angry.  I have tried everything to help the swelling go down but nothing works - I mean NOTHING!  I can't wear my wedding ring which I hate.  Let me just say - even though A LOT of women swell during pregnancy and can't wear their wedding ring, I still find people at the grocery store or at the mall looking down at my left finger when they see that I am pregnant.  I want to say YES I'M MARRIED I'm just wearing a random ring on my left hand because my fingers are swollen up to the size of little sausages and if you want to say something about it - I may knock you out.  Ok, well, maybe I'm classier than that - these days though,  I've been questioning that.

I have had the hardest time with actually sitting down and not working on the house.  It's so difficult for me for my house to not be perfectly clean and in order.  Cory has been helping with dinner and cleaning up which has been wonderful.  At this point, I feel like my body isn't letting me do all the things I really want and need to do.  I see the light at the end of the tunnel though...


Brief update on the life of the Meadors clan.

Our baby boy now has a name - Oaks Meadors!  We are still working on that middle name.  So thankful for Felicia Hausman for taking maternity pictures for us.  She is wonderful!  LIKE her on Facebook :)


The nursery has been painted - now time to decorate!


I have used around 2 lbs of epsom salt soaking trying to get these swollen feet down.


Cory has been enjoying the rain and I love him being home early.
Banjo has chewed up the cord to the vacuum cleaner, several socks, wooden blinds, and a brand new big momma size pair of panties.  Dogs and their weird obsessions with eating panties.  Gross.
Hank is currently using new eye medicine and I think he is starting to see better.  He even walks down the stairs to the basement on his own now!  Hooray!!!
Oh, Banjo has the mange.  He isn't contagious thank the Lord, just losing his hair.  Hopefully his new medicine will help as well.
Dr. Fields doesn't see me making it to my due date - so we are getting super closer to being parents!  Wowzer
Cleaning out the car next week and putting in the car seat.  It's getting real.

Vets are expensive.


So happy it is Friday!  Enjoy the SUNSHINE!