Glen has been wonderful through this maternity. I, however, have not been without a mouthful of daily pregger complaints- and he has been the rock that has endured much of the pain that goes with a wife who hasn't exactly had the easiest of all pregnancies. From vericose and spider veins riddling one leg (1 leg? bizarre, I know! My right leg looks like I'm 80, and my left looks like I'm 18!), and reaching up into the "down there" area (painful? in short- YES!). Early pubic symphasis separation, pregnancy-induced sciatica, and the typical discomforts of later-term pregnancy...they've all been wreaking havoc on both Glen and I (yes- we're both in this together). Like the icing on the cake, the topper was last week's placental abruption- a good scare tactic to make me slow down and start to appreciate the delicate nature of the little gaffer inside of me- and now the subsequent evaluations that are to ensue weekly until he or she decides to make his/her grand arrival. Glen's been there through it all- my back rubber, my bean bag warmer-upper, and my sounding board for all the complaints I've logged over the growing course of this pregnancy. Are we DONE after babe #2? A resounding YES from both of us!
Rowan has also been inconvenienced through some of this pregnancy. Albeit, I still jump when he whispers my name in the middle of the night to run to his needs- he will be the first to tell you that his book reading seat is quickly getting eaten up by Baby B expanding in my belly. He's also getting the short end of my lack of patience of late, but I suppose this is all a bit of a warm-up for the inevitable realization that will hit once he realizes that "Baby Bia" (so he's coined his new brother or sister) is here to stay in a few weeks. But, we are still trying to do all the super-fun things with him in the days coming up to Baby's arrival...last week was Thomas Live on Stage- Rowan's first Adventure into the Big City, rode on a subway ("big, fast, fast, super-fast, super super fast Spencer Train!"), sat through the entire live performance, and then had train ride #2 en route back to our car to head home. This weekend, we're off to Oma & Pappy's to (hopefully) see the horses, and get a ride on Pappy's tractor. Always good times for a 2-year old!
Finally, Gryphon is likely one of the clan members most effected by Baby B's pending arrival. With the long, cold, snowy winter we've had this year, his walks have diminished from 2-3 good, solid walks per day, down to one walk...and "good" might be a term I could use to describe these walks for my own 8.5-month pregger activity, but certainly not for an excitable lab. He's also had the wrath of Rowan to endure- despite the fact Rowan loves him to pieces (see here:)
Gryphon is the unhappy recipient of Rowan's teasing, taunting, and running his dumptruck to either chase Gryphon around the house or plow into him when he least expects it. Despite the fact it is exhausting, we do issue a time-out each and every occasion...which is typically between 3-10 times per day. Ick. I feel bad for Gryph, as he can't really fight back...but really? At what point does he just clue in that he can run upstairs and find a good bedroom to sleep in for a few hours to get away from the badgering? *sigh*.And so we're still here...37 weeks and counting. I'm off to Google the "29 ways to naturally induce labour", print it off, and post it on a checklist on the fridge.
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