TGI tuesday?

About 3 weeks ago, on Thursday, I couldn't believe it wasn't already Friday. About 2 weeks ago, on Wednesday, I couldn't believe it wasn't already Friday. Last week, on Tuesday, I couldn't believe it wasn't already Friday. Yesterday, I actually managed to channel my uber-nesting-energy into work, being extra productive and working from 7:30am-5:30pm, even though I was allowed to leave at 3:30 since I started early. This morning, I slept in until 9 am because I had an 11am doctor's appointment, got to work around noon and immediately had lunch. It's now 3pm, so I've been working for about 2 1/2 hours, and can't believe 1) I still have 2 hours until it's 5 pm 2) Tomorrow isn't Saturday. I even caught myself reading the Pregnancy Calendar post for week 38 (which I usually do on Fridays) in anticipation of my new pregnancy week. I had to remind myself that it's only day 2 of week 37. The moral of this story is that pregnant ladies get tired REALLY fast when they are 9 months pregnant, despite these monster energy bursts.

I had my now weekly doctor's appointment this morning. The waiting room misadventures were at a minimum today, except for one lady campaigning for her daughter to be voted Miss Teen Nevada (she was there for a postpartum visit, she had a baby girl with her named Hermione). My blood pressure went up from 118/80 to 130/90. This explains the slight sausagey appearance of my fingers, and the slight mooniness of my face. As long as my ankles and toes don't swell, I'm OK to stay pregnant (signs of preeclampsia would likely require an induction). My uterus actually didn't grow since last week's measurements, so the Doctor actually withdrew his prediction of a big baby. We'll find out next tuesday, when we do the birthweight ultrasound and my first dialation check. OH, and YES, I still have that darned UTI. I'll be taking Amoxicillin until I deliver.

I had another (slightly more severe) case of Nesting this weekend, where I once again took my energies out on poor Swarley. He was innocently shedding all over the carpet I had just vacuumed, so I took him out on the balcony and brushed him for about 30 minutes. When he kept on shedding, I switched to a comb. When that didn't work, I took him into the bathtub and washed him. I promptly took him back onto the balcony and brushed some more. Then, I decided to grab my blow-dryer, turn it to "cool", and blow out all of his extra hairs (probably all over our downstairs neighbor's balcony...). After this 3 hour process... I've got a lovely smelling, fluffy puppy... who continues to shed. But, I'm telling myself that this was not a useless saturday afternoon, because at least the hair he's shedding is now squeaky clean. Right?

This boy is going to miss doing this when the NEW baby comes!