Well, this week was MUCH more humane on the work front. Thanks to Memorial Day and some full and partial vacation days, I basically only worked two full days this week. It was a much-needed break, wherein I continued to get shit done. I did LOTS of laundry (cloth diapers need to be washed multiple times before first use in order to achieve maximum absorbency), made more chicken stock to go in the freezer for future use, shopped for curtains for baby’s room, and generally continued “nesting.”
It’s funny, nesting is startlingly similar to “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie.” For instance, on Tuesday I went to start a batch of chicken stock, but noticed that the stove top was dirty. I figured I could just give it a quick wipe down, but realized that in order to really get it clean, I needed to take up the burner elements and drip pans. And then I realized that the drip pans were filthy, so I put them in the sink to soak in vinegar and water so I could scrub them. And then I realized that the areas underneath the drip pans were also dirty, so I pulled up the entire stove top to clean underneath. An hour later I had a sparkling clean stove but hadn’t even started my chicken stock yet. *facepalm*
We had our final childbirth education class on Monday, which included a hospital tour. I am SO GLAD to have gotten this done, as it was the final piece in the “What the heck do we do when I go into labor” puzzle. Knowing where to park, where to check in, and what the L&D and recovery rooms look like is such a relief for this Type-A lady. There are so many unknowns going into childbirth that every scrap of information I get makes me feel more confident and less anxious.
Even though I am now pretty much full term and Baby Girl could conceivably come any time, I feel very little anxiety or fear. If anything, each passing week just makes me more and more excited to meet this little person. We’ve prepared ourselves as well as we can and now we just want to start being parents. Plus, this whole pregnancy thing is getting old. Especially with the epic acid reflux I developed at the end of this week. I’m definitely not thinking “Dear god, get this baby outta me,” but it would be nice to be able to feel my fingertips again, or to get up from sitting without grunting.
Mamas/fellow pregnant ladies–did you have bad acid reflux? What did you do for it?