TGIFing with Kelly and the best.
It's August! It's Baby Month!! Wow, this is seriously my longest pregnancy everrrrrrrr...said all pregnant woman everywhere.
Because of my gestational diabetes diagnosis, I have between 2 and 4 appointments every week. This week included two non-stress tests, a doctor's visit, and an ultrasound. I've thankfully been able to schedule all my appointments for right after work, so I haven't had to interfere with my work schedule yet. But it definitely makes for long days. This baby seems to be very chill, which often causes concern because his heart rate is low (alarms literally go off) and he doesn't move that much when he is supposed to (which requires extra non-stress tests and ultrasounds). When I'm laying in bed trying to sleep, he is as active as an Olympian in training, but just not when he is supposed to be performing. He is measuring a week ahead, and at 37 weeks 2 days, I'm having tons of contractions, so I'm hoping that means I'll be giving birth in less than two weeks. We shall see!
Alexander spent his birthday money on a Spider Man water shooter glove. He was so excited to order it and wait for it to come in the mail. And he is smart, because he bought two so that Declan would have his own and there wouldn't be any fighting.
Some meals lately:
Strawberries with cottage cheese, egg salad on multi-grain English muffins, and chicken salads of both the grilled and crispy variety. Also, lots of greek yogurt, fried eggs, chicken sausages and tuna salads. I have had zero cravings and am not usually hungry, so it's just a matter of making myself eat something. What a difference from all my other pregnancies, when I craved all the foods that weren't good for me.
Honestly, I stopped testing my blood sugar at 37 weeks. My numbers are great if I follow the diet, so it's not an issue. When they ask how my numbers are I say "Great!" and that's that.
Most of our summer scheduled sports are over. Swimming lessons are finished, the mile races are done, the summer soccer tournament is over, and the summer basketball league just ended. Now fall soccer practices have started up. It will be a busy fall with 5 soccer players and a toddler and a newborn. When Eamon's coach asked us if he could play for the travel league, we had to stifle a laugh as we politely declined. No can do! Pray for us!
Maggie is now a sacristan at our church! At our parish, only boys can serve altar (Kendra wrote about that) and only girls can be sacristans. I think it's wonderful and it gets all the kids involved while giving them a cool little boys/girls club to belong to. Maggie was trained and went mini-golfing, ate junk food, and won the Guess How Many Gummy Bears are in the Container game. She guessed 1820 and there were 1815. Impressive, but now we have tons of sugar in our house!
Andrew and Eamon went to Patriots Training Camp last weekend with some of my family members (it was too hot for me to go) and had so much fun. I love these two and there love for sports and each other. I hope they always stay close!
A couple weeks ago, Eamon went down to our basement and said he saw a cat that wasn't ours down there. Phil went down and couldn't see anything, and nobody else ever saw anything strange again. We kept teasing Eamon about this mystery cat he supposedly saw, but he insisted he saw it. Then last week, Maggie went up to her bedroom and came down crying hysterically (have I mentioned her love for the dramatic?) saying Evie (our cat) had pooped on her rug. Phil and I started laughing because it certainly couldn't have been cat poop, Evie has never once not pooped in her litter box in the basement. I said, maybe it's a hairball and Phil went up to clean it. He came back down and said that it was definitely poop. What?!?!? Fast forward to this week when Phil and my dad were cleaning out our basement (Phil has caught the nesting bug that keeps evading me) and realized one of our basement windows was broken! The hole was (you guessed it) big enough for a "random" (Xander's favorite adjective) cat to crawl through. I think we actually did have a mystery cat in our basement, eating our cat's food and pooping in Maggie's bedroom. We are lucky that's all that seemed to have gotten in! Eamon is so proud to be vindicated!