Large and in (pain) Charge

I know I need to update this blog more of what is going on in my family-but I am tired. The end.

I went to the doctor today and I am supposed to be a little less than 33 weeks along.

I am measuring past 35.

I have had 2 ultrasounds that put me actually a week under my due date-so technically I should only be less than 32, but they decided to keep my original due date.

I will have another ultrasound next week to see if this baby is part giant, or if I just have lots of extra fluid in there.

Nothing about this pregnancy has been like the others though...so...

I had my glucose test yesterday...a little late since we've been so busy, and so has my doctor.

Turns out my levels are quite high.

Never has happened before-now I have to do a 3 hour test, after a 12 hour fast in two weeks...if I make it that long.

Hopefully I don't have gestational diabetes.

I guess I better lay off the m&m's and ice cream.

This baby is a mover and a kicker...all the time.

Good for him, he is very healthy.

Bad for me, my ribs are very messed up.

I have not had an even minuscule amount of good sleep in weeks due to aches, pains and....contractions.

Not little, oh am I having a contraction? Braxton hicks type contraction-NO!

More like holy free holies, my uterus is a brick and I can't walk, talk or breathe normally for more than a minute.

The wake you up in the middle of the night, slap you in the face, am I dying? Kind of contractions.

Still, I know I am not in labor-but I don't think it will be long off, and neither does my doctor.

Also I am nesting.

To the point that I can see people thinking I'm insane, but I can't stop myself.

I am on a liquidation mission at my house, everything must go.

All closets, furniture and rooms must be rearranged, organized and pretty much alphabetized.

It is so bad that I even emptied a church closet on Sunday and stayed after purging and organizing it to a state of perfection.

Everyone just stood back and looked at me with scared expressions on their faces.

I am finishing every craft project I have put on the back burner, because for some reason I feel like they need to be finished immediately.

I am pretty sure I have lost it entirely.

Oh and I'm angry.

Like Incredible Hulk angry.

I will snap at anyone and anything, so watch out.

I can hear myself yelling at my children, I can see their scared faces wondering if I am actually going to turn green...and yet I can't stop myself.

I have never felt this out of control in any of my other pregnancies or in any other time of my life.

I am completely insane.

I need this baby to wait until at least the first of September...

August has camping trips, lots of school work and lots of cleaning still needs to be done before I can start even thinking about giving birth.

He will wait at least that long right?

Tell me I'm right....

...Or I'll get angry.

You won't like me when I'm angry.