This week your baby weighs a little over 4 pounds and measures 17.2 inches from the top of his head to his heels. His skin is becoming less red and wrinkled, and while most of his bones are hardening, his skull is quite pliable and not completely joined. This will help him ease out of your relatively narrow birth canal.

Note: Every baby develops a little differently — even in the womb. Our information is designed to give you a general idea of your baby’s development.

 

Happy Mother’s Day!

Numero dos.

I spent the majority of the day yesterday in bed. It couldn’t entirely be blamed on being a lazy ass, either. I haven’t been feeling right since Sunday. I’ve been exhausted. Eating puts me to sleep immediately and I’m hungry all the time. It’s been a mess.

So, I had a major intestinal freak out in the AM, followed by an hour of painful (!!) contractions coming about every 7 minutes for an hour. I followed the midwife’s instructions – lay down, drink water for an hour and if they’re still close together, call. They went away but I felt light headed the for rest of the day.

After I spoke to my mom and she flipped out, I called. The midwife says, “Lay down, put your feet up, drink more water, eat some protien and call back if you have more contractions, double vision or pass out.” Well, alrighty then.

I’m not feeling much better today. I’m tired and incredibly hungry. Ben’s been quiet, which is scaring the crap out of me. I have an appointment tomorrow, and I sure don’t want to be that crazy lady who calls every ten seconds, but if he doesn’t wake up and shove me in the bladder soon, I may just have to do it.

I have to say, those contractions were eye opening. I have no idea how self-hypnosis is going to help when the time comes but I’m going to hope. Suddenly the needle in my back doesn’t sound so bad.

A couple of Eric’s business partners came over yesterday for dinner. One of them brought one of his (exceptionally well behaved and adorable) 26 month old twins with him. It was our first time entertaining non-family AND a child in our home. Our house was a disaster zone and we had no food. I’m still recovering from yesterday’s activities.

We got up relatively early and got all our shopping done in about 4 hours. Three stores in four hours. I’m not sure I should be proud of that but for a 7 month, waddling pregnant lady, shopping on a Sunday is not the most fun – especially when your child is the king of non-violent, sit-in uterus protesting (I wish he’d just tell me what the hell he was protesting instead of randomly putting all his weight on 2 square inches of my uterus and going limp – Note to self: Teach Ben protesting is only useful when the cause is apparent to all parties involved). I had to fight the urge to attack a teenage boy with a cucumber after he knocked into me in a store and didn’t even say excuse me. (Note to self: I will teach Ben manners if it kills him.) It really is unbelievable how many rude people you’ll come across in stores on the weekend – especially Sunday. I remember working retail at a certain crap ass beauty supply store and the women coming in after church were ALWAYS the meanest. It was like they’d managed to have all their sins for the previous week forgiven, so it was time to start this week’s sin count with a bang. Anyway, we got enough groceries to choke a horse – still managed to forget bread – and got out without any homicides taking place.

We got home with two hours to spare. TWO HOURS! Let me give you a picture of what was going on in the BabyCubed household. I had an 8ft table in the middle of the living room covered in my sewing supplies. Both big chairs? Covered in my sewing supplies. Dining room table, covered in Eric’s paperwork and audio supplies. The kitchen? Let’s just say I hadn’t done dishes in almost 3 days and the floor hadn’t been swept in at least twice that. My underwear was still hanging from the line in the basement. Our bedroom had no door on the closet from last painting, our bed skirt was laying on top of the side tables and the entire bed’s dressings had (in my insane middle of the night rolling fits and sliding off the edge of the bed to pee) formed a small tumor on my side of the bed, while Eric’s side laid bare. The absolute worst of it was the baby’s room. It looked like legions of fabric, audio gear, dirty laundry, clean laundry and toys had a giant war and had left their dead behind in the aftermath. We had a small 10 inch by 3 foot path to walk through. This would not do.

We spent the next two hours furiously cleaning the entire house. I moved faster than any woman carrying a rock in her uterus should. We got nearly everything done but the beds, which I ended up finishing while Eric met, gret (greeted) and delayed the on-time, childless friend outside. From that point forward, I spent about 40 minutes of the whole night sitting down. 10 before I made dinner and 30 during dinner. The child taught us that the one “big boy” toy we had for Ben was not right for a 2 year old, and lost a few pieces in the process. Note to self: Toys fall apart WAY easier than I thought they could. The toy won’t be coming out until he’s at least 4 years old.

All in all, I enjoyed the night but have been seriously paying for it ever since. I haven’t moved much except to get between bed, couch and bathroom – all to the joyous sounds of “oh,” “ow ow ow,” “ouch,” and “ughhhhha.” So, with all of the above, I have learned that cooking and cleaning while pregnant is possibly the stupidest idea I could have ever had and plan to never do it again. It’s for my health, dammit.

On the “too awesome for words” news front, Kimmie has some huge news that I was anxiously awaiting for all weekend. GO KIMMIE!