Day 7 – Sitting on G, Waiting on O
I think with all of that talk in yesterday's post about wanting to go into labor today, my body decided to give me a run for my money last night. I hardly slept at all because my body was aching big time. My hips and back were kicking it into overdrive. Naturally, with my first labor experience, every time these two areas ache, my mind says that this must be the start of labor for me again. Throughout the night, it was as though my body was saying 'Alright we're ready to do this!' but my baby is saying 'Thanks, but no thanks!' So this morning I got up nice and early since I couldn't possibly sleep anymore. I relaxed in my office some with the hopes of maybe drifting asleep on my couch, but that didn't happen.
I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them, Mack's big old head was right in my face. He is truly the world's best companion. Sometimes he drives me insane when he's up under my feet constantly, but it's because he wants to be close to me always. Ultimately he's always there when I need him. There's never been a tear shed around Mack when he didn't come to check on me. Since we brought Ruth home and to the present day, when she really starts to cry, if you listen closely you'll hear Mack begin to cry too.
That little guy will accompany me to the nursery every night for feedings I'm sure. His only dilemma will be who's room he tries to stay in at night, Ruth's or Henry's. We practically have to drag him out of Ruth's room every night when we put her to bed, but he's there with her until the last possible moment without fail.
In no time at all, I heard Ruth wake up. She pretty much went straight to yelling for mama and dada. She's not used to seeing me laid up in the office, so when Andrew brought her in to see me, I think she was a bit confused. But all sweet smiles nevertheless. It made me wonder how she will react to seeing me in the hospital. I hope she's ok with it.
We turned on Daniel Tiger while breakfast was cooking. I grabbed her pacifier from her and tucked it away. She looked at me after taking it back and said "No Ma, it's mine!" I'm betting that feistiness right out of the gates is a sign of how today might go with her. She's definitely a handful! But can I just say, she's a very well behaved little girl. Perhaps her feistiness could be misconstrued as her being bad all the time, which I assure she is not. I love her spunk!
This morning I spent some time getting the nursery absolutely finished and organized. For the past few weeks, there's been a bunch of random items in there that don't belong in there. So as of 10:00 a.m. Saturday morning, it is ready ready... for real. It's pretty cute in there. It definitely feels like a boy room. I'm betting it will be my new favorite place before long. When Ruth was born, going into her nursery was always so peaceful. Not to say that I don't still love her room, but now it's the room of a toddler who has toys and books everywhere. I'm pretty sure there's fifty or so flash cards strewn about on her floor as I type this.
Not much left to do now. I'm going to mop the floors before I go pick up my spicy lunch. I hope Day 8's post is a photo of a squishy newborn and a birth announcement!