Nearly Ready and a little over a month to go.

In the past few days, we’ve gotten so much done. Saturday was our baby shower, which should have been actually titled Subway catered family and friends get together with baby gifts. We liked it that way a lot actually. No diapers filled with mashed melted candy bars to sniff or guess at, no clothespins for the first person to say baby craziness, no extra bs, just the family and friends including the guys drinking beers and a few cheap decorations to indicate the celebration.  In oher words, it rocked. I don’t know why we seem to think the cheap theatrical games etc all really all that necessary for a baby shower. No other social activities require the guessing of candy in diapers. But I digress. 

Sunday, we were rained on rather heavily, so we took DJ to see the new prequel, Monsters University, which while it was wayyyyyy crowded, was an awesome movie that DJ (and the parents too) enjoyed pretty thoroughly. We ‘ve got several of our hospital thigs together just in case baby number 2 decides he can’t wait any longer to be born, as we’ve had contractions off and on for the last month or so. We have made it past the gestational age when big brother was born,  and OB doc has us tenatively scheduled for our c section on 1 August, a week prior to our official due date. Thanks to my parents and inlaws, the crib has been purhased and assembled.


Thanks to a friend mailing my old baby clothes from NC to us, we now have a closet full of baby clothes  all freshly washed and folded, and ready to go. I have all our equipment cleaned and ready for use. I have resupplied my breastpump accessories, and I think we are ready now for this kid.

In preparation for new baby’s arrival, DJ’s got a special bag of toys just for him when he comes to see us at the hospital. All the things a new big brother needs. The idea is a pinterest steal the original link beinghere. Our big brother bag has the following in it:
A new water bottle for big brother should he get thirsty when he visits
A note pad and a few new justice league themed pens/pencils
A new wallet with a few dollar bills in it for candy mahines etc at the hospital
A bottle of hand sanitizer just for DJ
2 new shirts announcing our big brother status
A flashlight
A carbeaner compass
And some odds and ends quiet type toys, such as silly putty, crayons and a new coloring book, and a magnadoodle toy.

I love the idea of big brother getting some stuff just for him when the baby baby baby craze hits amongst the visits. As a big sibling, I remember feeling left out becuase everybody wanted to see the new baby. So far, DJ hasnt shown too much resentment but I’d like to keep it that way.

You may now breathe at your own pace and distance.

Events from Saturday, ie contractual activity, at least thats what the OB called the low grade every ten minute contractions I had until some drug intervention at the ob department seem to have spurred minor contractions with any amount of too much activity on my part. So in otherwords, if I chase DJ up the stairs or carry too heavy of a load of laundry down to the basement, I start contracting again. Apparently, despite the kids’ paratrooper paternity this kids seems to be yet another determined red light jumper, a joke we made alot after DJ decided he was coming at 33 weeks and 2 days gestation. To understand this joke, watch the band of Brothers part 2, specifically  as they are being tossed out of the planes over Normandy beach. Ideally, the green light for jumping from the plane, as its been explained to me by paratrooper hubby, comes on as they are over the dropzone. Any jumps made prior to the green light being on, potentially can harm the paratroopers on terrain features or otherwise. So after speaking with Dr again, the old army attage of a medical profile thats has very strict limitations comes to mind. In an injury relating to a lower extremity typically the army will issue a no run jump march profile,  ie the soldier is not permitted to Run jump or march during the alloted recovery time of the profile to prevent exaggerating an injury.  In more serious injury or illness more restrictive profiles are set by doctors, that often time get poked fun at by other soldiers and referred to as breathe or vegetate at own pace and distance.  In my case currently, with more activity equalling contracting activity, OB has said less is more.  Don’t go running up the stairs, don’t push yourself with your history of preterm baby,  no more of this riding horses notion, let husband do the laundry or cut the loads in half so your not lifting a lot of weight etc. Or by Army terms, breathe at your own pace and distance, and do not do anything that may tell the baby to prepare to come out.  We’ll see how it goes.