A random sampling of thoughts

So, I was put on "modified bed rest" on May 11th, so you would think that I would have more time to post a blog every day or two, but not so much.

I had to switch my wedding ring to my right hand because I am pregnant and swollen in my left hand. Moving my ring over made me think of this guy that I knew in college that was a friend of Greg S. When he got married, he wore his wedding ring on his right hand because of some numbness(?) in his left hand. I can't exactly remember what caused the numbness, if I ever knew, but I remembered that today when I switched the my ring from one hand to the other. I know that you are probably wondering why I don't just take the ring off, but that feels weird to have a big ol' pregnant belly and no wedding ring. Call me old-fashioned.

Today we were talking about my sister and her husband coming down when we have the baby and we got talking about a time when Sonny and some of his friends (including his at-the-time (or at least I am assuming she was at-the-time) girlfriend) were down in Omaha for the Men's College World Series and the couple that they were staying with had recently had a baby and the men were all getting ready to go to the bar, and for whatever reason, the girlfriend was busy primping to go too, but when it was time to go, she wasn't in the car so they left without her. Sonny laughed as he told the story. He said that even though the wife of the couple they were staying with was mad, as well as "Anna" (how she was introduced to me at our wedding), the men all thought it was dumb for her to come with and think she was going out to the bar with the guys when her friend had just had a baby. She should have felt bad and wanted to stay home with her friend (and the baby).

I thought about this story and wondered how Sonny ever ended up dating a girl that was like that: Someone who wanted to go out with the guys so she could be the female center of attention...then it occurred to me that Amanda would say that I am like that (or at least used to be), and I wondered how Sonny and I ended up together, since he is a more quiet kind of guy. Then I realized that is probably exactly why: both people in a couple can't be the center of attention at once. So it makes sense.

I had my first baby nightmare the other night. I woke up crying because I dreamed that the baby was born with only one giant nostril, had no trachea (only a speech path would dream that), and I refused to hold the baby or give the baby a name. I did eventually swaddle the baby and hold it but rejected the baby for the majority of the dream. It was so yucky. I felt bad for the baby in the dream.

I hope that baby is floating safely and happily right now. I hope that the ultrasound on Thursday shows that things are still fine even though there were trace proteins at my appt. yesterday. But the good news was that my bp was down a little, not yet to a normal range, but down from what it had been.

Lastly, if you know me, you know that I am not a fan of abstract. I want clear cut answers. So you can imagine how being pregnant and not knowing the exact day and time of delivery is driving me nutty. I need to know when I have to have three bags (mine, Lukin's and baby's (Sonny's on his own)) packed. And for that matter, what exactly would I be packing that I wouldn't be using on a daily basis before the baby is born? I don't really remember taking anything last time except something to wear home. I had to have my sister bring me make up and hair things while I was in the hospital because I didn't think about that junk when my water broke. Seriously people.