23 Weeks Along - A Face Lift....Of Sorts!

For the blog, NOT ME! Although I'll probably need one in the next 5-10 years. What Oil of Delay can't handle, I'm sure a competent plastic surgeon can!

Anyhow, I decided to chance the template I was using for the blog. Heaven forbid we get anymore complaints about all the pink! *lol* You think you've seen a lot of pink? Ha! Just wait till the baby gets here.

There was actually more behind the impetus to change the appearance of the blog, but for now, this is the only template I could find that I liked. And I'm still trying to battle with how to add links to the sidebar and a picture that will stay on the main page. Anyone wanna help a girl out? I'd love to be able to put up that little sonogram of peanut's feet. There is just something so utterly precious about those tiny feet, so adorable, so completely enamouring....I'd love to be able to post it out there, to stay. For a while anyhow.

Speaking of peanut, I've discovered a few things about her lately. She's becoming master of the "two-footed" kick! Ouch! This usually occurs if I have drank something really really really cold, really fast! She's not real fond of it. I was getting my hair done yesterday and at the salon they have a cooler for customers and I grabbed an icy cold seltzer water and drank it pretty fast. Wow! Sure got a reaction from little miss! That is going to become pretty painful when she gets a bit bigger and lodges herself right up under my ribs.

Then she promptly got the hiccups. Which is funny enough in itself, but even more funny when you see the rotundness of my belly, bouncing along with each hiccup. To say I'm huge already would be an understatement of ginormous proportions! But yeah, I'm HUGE! I just can't imagine how much bigger we're going to get.....and we're officially less than 4 months away now from her arrival.

And I'm getting so excited. Well Gareth and I are getting so excited. I can't wait to hold her and kiss her and see who she looks like.

The only part about this that's making me nervous is the actual C-Section. I usually get nervous closer to my due date, but I'm REALLY nervous for some reason. Plus I'm worried about Gareth either passing out or throwing up, while they are in there delivering the baby. He says he will be fine, at least he thinks he will.

Plus to add to my nerves, my own doctor goes on Maternity leave on November 1st and gets back the 5th of January. And then it's only to deliver her patients, like me. She won't be back in the office taking patients until mid-Feb. She says that while I'm due on the 21st of January she'll probably schedule the C-Section for about a week before. But, I'm not giving out the exact date cause that kinda spoils the fun, plus I have NEVER EVER made it to my scheduled date. I've always gone into labour, with my water breaking, about week before any scheduled delivery date. But she's assured me she will be there to deliver my baby!

Anyhow I just want to be sure she's going to be there. The practice I go to has 4 other well qualified, board certified physicians but I want MY own doctor there! And I really like her. I've had a bad experience with Zack, my almost 13 year old and the last baby I delivered, where my own doc wasn't there. I did NOT get along with the other OB that did my C-Section. It was a battle of the wills, with me knowing what I tolerate and don't tolerate during and after surgery and this other doctor telling me I didn't know what I was talking about. Well, post-surgery he indeed found out that I DID know what I was talking about. Nob!

In the midst of this all, I keep trying to prepare Gareth for what he's likely going to encounter during the C-Section. Plus not only does he have the chore of keeping me calm, but having a regular digital camera and the new digital camcorder we'll be buying soon. And possibly my digital cam too. And he has to stay calm himself, but deal with seeing some kinda, well, gross stuff.

I keep throwing things at him and so far he's pretty steadfast. I'm thinking if he can deal with my mood-swings (of which the ones lately have been pretty monstrous!) and deal with my need to be in control of every single thing, and cope with me describing, in detail, some of the not so pleasent side effects of pregnancy, then I'm hoping he should be ok when it comes time to unzip me and deliver this baby girl.

Well here's to wishing anyhow.