So just how many babies are you going to have?

So, I haven't posted for a while. Not much to say really and with hubby out of town for Scoutcamp in June I might have been pressed for opportunity - or maybe I was on new Family Search frantically trying to finish a project before the reunion? Who knows.

In the meantime (sorry I don't have a pic yet) I have blossomed as some might say - I prefer ballooned. I have only gained 13 lbs so far which for me is a record. I'd love to say that in total we are only 150 lbs, but I have thyroid issues that will forever plague my efforts to lose weight. For those of you in TX - I started at the same place I left off at weight wise.

Now the blossomed idea is what I really thought I'd post about. People really don't think about what they say to pregnant women. In early June our ward participated in the Mormon Night at the Orioles Ballpark. Our family attended and James even watched a few innings before flirting unashamedly with one of the older beehives from our ward and then became a loving nuisance for his adopted grandmother (bless her heart - she loves him) and her spouse a member of the Stake Presidency. We (the Braves) did beat the Orioles...but it was the comment made by the usher - mind you this was over a month ago - that I was scaring him and making him nervous. Was I going to have that baby tonight?...Truth is I wondered myself. The Braxton-Hicks contractions were having a field day about the 6th inning and I was pretty uncomfortable - the bishop even said something about having the baby right there. I guess it was pretty obvious. Alas, I was able to walk a few blocks to my car after watching the entire game chasing three teenagers - not really - I was watching them carefully though as Jeff chased James literally.

Now, several weeks later I am preparing to go to Utah by airplane and considering the comments I have received - many mind you that I have not posted - decided to approach my dr for a note just in case one of those gate people wanted to challenge my right to fly. Didn't need it but it offered a great laugh at the dr with the 'clerk' for lack of a better word who wrote it up for me. We laughed about belly touching and comments people make without thinking. For me, I told her, touching my belly is almost like touching my breasts - it is off limits! Only one person had done so so far and it was like an invasion. I haven't seen her since. Then there are relatives - that I can tolerate better - but it is still uncomfortable for me for some reason. Curious? I was a hugger...not so much anymore.

So I got to go to Utah - the flight was awful sitting for so long but that is another story I'll let you get by without reading. I spent the first 4 days mostly in bed resting. Then I was healthy enough to drive to CO for a reunion which was fun except there isn't much for a VERY pregnant woman to do in the mountains! I even drove the car to meals like the invalids and great grandma who is 95! I read a good book, sat on the deck in the dark awaiting/hearing news of my sister's adoption saga while watching the stars, slept in the afternoon, played genealogist and ate. I think that is it. The boys golfed (Jar), rode horses, hiked?, and hung out with me - except Jar the teenager. There were 5 or 6 others he could play with and that was good. We did spend a lot of time hunting for Jam though. Then back to Utah - a much easier drive as I was well rested as well rested as you can be at a Monson reunion - they never sleep. To Mom's house!

We did a few more things there: ate at Goodwood BBQ - as good as Texas which is hard to find, ate at The Oaks up the canyon, checked out UP Railroad museums in Ogden, made a mumu - for comfort, shopped for my surprise new niece, visited with fam at a gathering at Mom's - excellent food and ice cream by Mom & Sis.

The best was listening to my brother who is single, 24, still living at home, and currently without girlfriend describe my baby: "Two heads, two hearts, two legs, three arms....you could make lots of money" basically he was imagining us on Discovery or TLC! Now, those stories are often gut wrenching and amazing when you see what can be done these days, but I have no intention of joining their ranks. I kept telling him how I couldn't wait til he was in our shoes...it might be forever! I assured him and the rest of the family that he was a big baby and we'd find out the scoop when I returned to MD. So.....

Today we went to the dr and he still has only one of everything he should and two of the other things required in pairs. Yes, we asked the sonographer to check and make sure he was a boy and it was rather clear. He is healthy and moving and his large head is down as it should be though it measures 35.5 weeks!!!! I thought the due date was off, but that would be a bit too far off. She measured some other parts and came to the same conclusion: he is big and getting bigger - about 5 lbs (mind you I'm supposed to have 8 weeks left). She also mentioned that he too is working on a swimming pool - also known as polyhydramnios - like Jam. His isn't as big yet...a key word. The dr's face was priceless as she walked into the exam room having read the sono report. She was surprised to say the least. She laughed, with the measuring tape in hand, "Do I even bother?" She did - I measure at full-term. Which explains the aching back, the sore belly muscles, the tiredness and the lack of "ability" to go to the store or anywhere. I can go - but why? One trip out a day is exhausting even without Jam!

End result - he'll be early by induction, not sure when maybe 37 wks? In the meantime, I get to go in twice a week starting in Aug for non-stress tests for the baby (never done that before), exams and sonos! It will be good to see him. Today she took a few 3D pics we could take home, but they aren't very cute - he's in a squishy position. He will be chunky ish like Jam. No restrictions on my activities - darn it! I still get to go out and about and get more comments - and looks! Those are priceless.

Did I forget to tell you the MD gate check guy when we arrived congratulated me and then asked if I was having twins? I told him no emphatically and thank you - I think?

I'll see about a pic. . .