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1 cm dilated. 90% effaced.

“Could be tonight. Could be next week” were her words today.

90% effaced as of last Thursday. 39w1d today.

Surprise! Baby Girl is not here yet. The past week has been excruciatingly uncomfortable, with a lot of BH contractions and severe heartburn. Our son was born at 38w0d (and that pregnancy was a lot easier than this one) so I haven’t experienced this level of uncomfortableness before. From what some mothers have told me, subsequent pregnancies tend to be a little more taxing on the body for several reasons. All the joints and muscles have been loosen previously so it just feels so much more painful, the pelvic pain, the ligament pain, etc. Plus, there is/are older child/ren to chase after while you’re huge and tired.

But oh how you forget all those miserable moments once the babe is here.

Yesterday I had a glass of carrot juice. It had such affect that I actually thought I was going into labor, instead I just needed to spend some time in the loo.

The deck started last Thursday and it rained all friggin’ day on Friday so the progress was not much. It’s going to take until middle next week to be completed, provided the weather cooperates. Patio door people are coming tomorrow morning.

I’ll be a very happy woman once everything happens/completes and settles.

It seems I’ve begun a hiatus from blogging. I’ve been extremely anxious, stressed, and generally bitchy.

Everything and nothing is happening all at once. Our deck and patio door installation is delayed by almost 2 weeks because they’re assholes. The in-laws’ travel date to our place is delayed by more than a week, as great granny passed away suddenly. My primary backup person for where to place our son in case of early baby arrival is going out of town this weekend for 5 days. Did I mention I’m due in just 12 more days? Yeap. Twelve more days. With my luck that means, everything I just mentioned will happen all at one flippin’ once.

I need some va!ium. Lots of it.

Meanwhile, indulge yourselves in these. They were taken last week at 37w3d.

Wednesday is my birthday. The beginning of the last year in my 20’s. That sounds SO old. I remember when I was much much younger that I thought people who were older than 25 were ancient. OLD.

My birthday wish on this blog is to have everyone who reads my blog (yes that includes you lurkers, please! It’s my birthday!) to say something, anything, about themselves or about me, or both. And if you feel like it, where in the world are you, plus any additional stuff you want to add. And please don’t feel like you’ll be hijacking my blog at all.

This past year has been one hell of a roller coaster. Last year I got pregnant shortly after my birthday, and lost it after 8 weeks of total bliss. Last year we brought our son, the first grandchild (and first great-grandchild) on hubby’s side, to see his great grandmother who lives on the other side of the globe. She was delighted out of her 91-year-old mind. Last year I snorkeled for the first time in my life. Last year I got pregnant for the third time. Last year I got laid off from my first real professional job. Last year my grandpa died. Last year we went to Mexico for the first time. Last year we left our son for 5 days. Twice. Last year I started to blog more regularly. Last year I lost some friends. Last year I gained more friends than I lost. Last year taught me a lot of things. I have mixed bag emotions about the whole of last year, but I don’t think I would change any of it (well, except The Obvious Thing, you know).

Haven’t the slightest clue what we’ll do for my birthday. I imagine it will be quiet and laid back, just like past ones. I hope this coming year will be one hell of a year filled with many many happy events only.

And I will forever be this age whenever someone asks how old I am from here on out.

I’m yanking my hair out by the handfuls here folks.

As you may know, our son just turned 2 last week. His new favorite words recently are “NO” and “DON’T WANT”, said over and over, and over, and over, to anything and everything we ask of him.

And then he will proceed to CRY (we have never let him cry for too long, because he usually gets extremely worked up and then gag/choke/vomits after a very short while of crying). For at least 15 minutes — luckily no vomit thus far yet during these (superly annoying) episodes.

After he’s done crying, he will want to eat/do the first thing that we offered, or one of the choices we gave him.

And this happens A LOT, every single damn day. I’m sooooooooooooo sick of it. I feel like I want to spank him, really hard. Or throw him to the wolves. Or jump into a well myself. UGHHHHHH.

How long does this phase typically last?! Please share your advice, suggestions, experiences, or comments. Please!!! Or just make up lies and tell me it will be all better very very soon.