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[rivka]

I'm about ready to stop being pregnant. I am not going to go into a protracted litany of complaints here, but the shorthand version is that I am large, awkward, tired, and sore.

We went out yesterday and bought the remaining things we definitely need to have on hand before the baby is born. (Except diapers, because we are still comparison shopping for the best place to buy.) So we now have an infant-size carseat, and someplace for the baby to sleep, and a playpen/bassinet/changing table for the living room, and a breast pump, and a nursing pillow, and of course piles of cute tiny outfits and little cardboard books and so forth. curiousangel is out installing the carseat right now. So if she's born soon, we will make it. Physically, at least.

We still don't have much more news on the delivery front. I talked to an anesthesiologist over the phone, and he said that my spinal fusion was high enough that "probably" I could have a spinal or epidural anesthesia below it. I'll be taking my X-rays by the hospital on Tuesday for a consultation, but I am feeling somewhat encouraged. I really think I will be fine with a C-section if I can be conscious for it - although of course I'm still hoping that she'll be able to squeeze out without surgical help. That means hoping that I'll go into labor sooner rather than later, so any "hurry up and dilate" vibes you want to send my way would be welcome. (Although kcobweb probably thinks you should send them to her.)

Thanks, everyone, for your support and encouragement this week. I've definitely needed it.

(A few people have asked where we're registered, and the answer is here. No begging or even hinting should be implied from the provision of this information.)






(For purposes of comparison, you can see the 28 week and 20 week photos here. Also, hypothetically speaking, if I were to have some pictures which, although not at all explicit, showed a lot more skin, would you want to be on an opt-in filter to see them? If so, leave a comment or e-mail me.)

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[mactavish.livejournal.com]

When I worked in a classroom with two-year-olds, we had a diaper service and went through a few piles of cloth diapers every day. We used them for lots of things besides bottoms. :)

(At one point during that period, we had a bomb threat -- the idiot left the threat on the machine, which led to his capture, as he'd already bombed a few other places in Sacramento -- and the school made us get a lock for our outdoor diaper bin where we stored the bags of dirty diapers to be picked up, because the cops said a bomb could be hidden there. The sheer thought of a bomb in a pile of poopy diapers, blowing them all over our end of the building, was just too nasty to bear.)