Comfort Is A Thing Of The Past
Rachel, Thank you for the kind words. It is obvious that you know her and her personality.
The home stretch is upon us and soon our family will increase by 1. Although our due date isn’t until the 3rd of August, that date seems too far away to be right according to family members and most of all, my wife. Dates have been picked, bet on and passed by for the birth date of my first child; I haven’t seen a dollar of the wages and am curious to know who is collecting, I strongly feel that my wife should be entitled to the wages bet due to the amount of discomfort she is living in. With that said I assure all contestants that my wife wants the baby out with the utmost urgency but is strong enough to let nature take its course. The discomfort felt by my wife is trickling down through our immediate family and even effecting Strider. (Our dog) For about the past two months my wife’s’ greatest allies have been pillows and they have taken over the bed with force. The once invisible border that divided her side from mine and allowed Strider to roam between both as a neutral party has been shut down with physical barricades. Even though the barricades are pillows, Strider or I wouldn’t dare trespass due to the amount of unfamiliar noises and movement that takes place “over there”. With the barricades up my side has been reduced to a little less then a single sized mattress, this may not seem bad to most but I have to share with Strider and he is a fairly large pooch weighing about 64 lbs. Considering comfort isn’t easy to come by, sleeping more then 4 hours at a time in near impossible. The noises and movements that are heard and felt “over there” usually require a quick recon mission to make sure nothing potentially harmful is occurring. When this happens Strider and I both react by quickly surveying the other side. If the activity is somewhat constant we’ll sleep in shifts to make sure we always have our six (back) covered.
Constantly Ending Contractions
First and foremost I would like to say “What up” to my dear friend Tight Lavender. Keep it sexy, like you do.
WOW, I had no idea the birthing process could be so intense, and, my kid hasn’t even arrived yet. About four days ago my wife started having her first contractions, not Braxton Hicks, real ones. They started around 10:30 pm and we started walking around the neighborhood to try to increase their intervals and strength. After about an hour of strolling we went home and my wife took a bath while the contractions continued to come about every 6-4 minutes. While she was in the bath I was restless with excitement and anxiety so I vacuumed the whole house and swept all the floors. During this I continuously check on her in the bath asking how far apart the contractions were and if there is anything I could do for her. After she was done with her bath we went for another walk because the contractions were starting to dissipate while the desire to extract the baby increased. While walking, the contractions continued but my wife kept saying that they weren’t strong enough. We made it home around 130 am and watch TV while the contractions continued. Tired from all the walking we went to bed to relax and monitor the contractions. They continued but much to our disappointment they slowly stopped. Two nights ago we went to a movie (knocked up) and close to the end of the movie, roughly 11: 45 pm, her contractions came back and they were stronger. We finished the movie and drove home looking for bumpy roads on the way. Once home we went for a walk, my excited was extremely annoying to my wife and she asked me to shut up multiple times using language that I promised google ads I wouldn’t use on this blog. When we came home from the walk, the contractions were about 3 – 5 minutes apart. As they continued to occur my wife jumped in to the shower because she wanted to be clean if we went to the hospital. At about 3 am my wife contacted her doctor, explained the situation and he told us to come in to the hospital. We packed up the car and arrived at the hospital at about 3:30 am. Once there, they hooked my wife up to machines that monitored the babies heart beat and her contractions. This went on for about an hour and a half. I fell asleep on the counter while we waited for the doc to come and examine her. The doc arrived at about 5 am did the examination and informed us that she was 1 centimeter dilated. His advice was to go home and wait there because it could be a while before any major activity takes place. We arrived home around 6:15 am and crashed in to bed. Her contractions continued but once again stopped. Worn out by anticlimactic activity my wife realized that the baby would come when it’s ready and there is nothing she can do until then except to focus on tasks at hand. So today we finished the babies nursery, which is truly awesome. Our attention has been past on to new clients and necessary updates to www.FatherNursery.com, which is getting an updated custom Rooms page soon and will display more of our work.
Nesting
I had no idea that nesting was going to be such an arduous process. I imagined my wife gleefully floating around the house with a dust rag doing a bit of surface cleaning while whistling; I was sorely mistaken. If there are any guys or girls living alone and have thought about doing some deep cleaning and massive reorganization, if possible, consider a pregnant roommate 8 ½ months along or greater. Every single closet in our house has been totally gutted and the inhabitants have been either relocated to a storage bin (many have been purchased recently) in the basement or donated to good will. All the kitchen cabinets have been reorganized from top to bottom, our one cabinet that housed tremendous quantities of miscellaneously borrowed Tupperware has been thoroughly cleaned out and the majority of the Tupperware has been returned to it’s rightful owner. (I never thought I’d see the day) The basement was the biggest project that required most of my strength under the guidance of my wife. New storage shelves were purchased, erected and filled. Tables, mattresses, suitcases, boxes, comforters, tools, chairs, pillows, rugs, wedding gifts and many other items were sifted through and repositioned to “fit better”. I must admit, the basement is looking pretty good right now and hopefully it will last.
My wife has lost all ability to sit and relax; instead, she rummages through the house mentally checking off project after project on her endless, invisible list of thing that NEED to be taken care of before the baby comes.
Another Knot Tied
Over the weekend we attended the highly anticipated wedding of our friends (BP & AP). Alcohol was flowing, food was plentiful, friends were everywhere, conversation was humorous and the dance floor was ablaze. Although my wife was eight and a half month pregnant at this time, she was moving like a back up dancer on soul train, one that they would always pan to right before a commercial break. My warnings of overexertion were ignored as usual so instead of policing her activity I joined the fun. Once home and neck deep in to an inebriated slumber, my wife smacks me to mild consciousness and says in a panicked winded voice “I’m having a contraction!” A faint rush of panic surged through my system providing me enough energy to raise my head, open one eye and ask how far apart they are, she told me it was just one so far. I asked her if there was anything I could provide her and to let me know if I should get anything ready, she told he to sit tight and will let me know if more contractions follow. With that said I fell back in to the abyss that I was able to crawl out of. When I came to later on in the morning and realized what had happened earlier, I jumped up and checked on my wife, she was asleep next to me but opened her eyes as if she felt me starring at her. “Just the one?” I asked. “Yes” she replied while smiling in a sarcastic manner and adding “Aren’t you lucky”. I answered by falling back on to my pillow and letting out a massive sigh of relief. I figured the contraction was brought on by all the activity from the prior night along with her swollen feet and ankles.
Our Nursery has almost reached completion and could be fully functional if needs are raised. As of right now there is much debate surrounding a tree that is being constructed, which if all goes as planned will serve as a nightlight. Time will tell. Excitement surrounding the final product is at an all time high considering the amount of secrecy that is being kept from our friends and family regarding the room. With the Fourth of July just around the corner and the possible availability of some free time we hope to finish the nursery before it’s new inhabitant arrives. With a little luck everything will go as planned.
