It was nice being home and laying on the couch with the pups for almost a week but I was ready to come back to work. I was ready to go back by Wednesday afternoon. Day time TV sucks. Drew Carey is a horrible Price Is Right host. I bet Bob Barker himself doesn't even watch the show.
Yesterday, I had a doctor's appointment at 10:00. Everything was fine. I'm fine. Button's fine. I got to come back to work. I'm supposed to be still taking it somewhat easy though.
Now, I have to go see the doctor weekly. As soon as I leave his office, I have to go to the hospital to have the baby monitored because of the diabetes.
The earliest my doctor wants me to have the baby is at 39 weeks. That's still 3 weeks away. Matt usually goes to the doctor with me but he didn't Monday. When I told him 3 more weeks he said, "You're gonna be pissy for 3 weeks, huh?" (He can say that because I'll be the first to admit it.) I told him, "Yes, most likely." He said, "Well at least you and my baby girl are okay."
His life does suck right now. I toss and turn all night long. I moan and whine about my hands, back, hips, and feet hurting. I get up to pee about 5-15 times a night. He doesn't really complain though. He puts lotion on my feet, ties my shirts in the back for me (for some reason most maternity shirts tie in the back?), ties my shoes, if I wear tennis shoes, helps out with stuff around the house, and listens to me bitch. Don't tell him but I wouldn't trade him for anything.
So, unless something crazy happens it will be at least 3 weeks before little Button gets here.
In the meantime you can look forward to:
And a super awesome GIVEAWAY!