Super Moon

On my Facebook Feed, there is a whole lotta talk about the moon right now.
Not about going back to it or the man that's in it, but what it's doing to uterus's around the DFW.

Midwives, doulas, and birth photographers are trying their hardest to catch up on their sleep and might be carb loading to get some extra energy. Why? There is a Super Moon tomorrow night. This means the moon is at least 14% larger and 30% brighter than a normal full moon because it's so close the the Earth. Tomorrow night we're supposed to see the biggest one ever! [Ok, that is not an actual fact, but roll with me on this one...] Last night one of my doula friends counted SIX births just last night. If that's just the warm up, friends...it's about to get crazy!

Is this just a bunch of Hocus Pocus Mumbo Jumbo?
Probably.
Does the possibility of me having a baby soon get me excited, even if it's dependent on how close the moon is to the earth?
Absolutely.

Since I did NOT get my St. Patrick's Day baby [...obviously] maybe I'll get a Super Moon baby. If not...I'm just settling on this baby coming on April Fool's Day. This is my kid we're talking about here...

Have a great weekend!
Mae

Luck O' the Irish

Last year Eamon told me I didn't need to wear green on St. Patrick's Day because "you've had a little bit of Irish in you." Isn't he sweet? [insert HUGE eyeroll...who is he, Matt Damien?]

For all his talk about his Irish heritage -dad is first generation, grew up on the docks of Boston, Eamon and his brother have "done enough Catechism to be priests"- I have never benefited from the Luck of the Irish that is supposed to come with hailing from the most beautiful, superior, and awe-inspiring place in the world.

When we were dating, I always noticed that nothing worked out for Eamon. He had the worst luck in the world. Bank accounts went haywire on a regular basis, cars went kaput, injuries were acquired...it was never ending. Then we got married.
My identity got stolen, bank accounts were overdrawn by about $2000, my car bit the bullet...all of a sudden I was no longer the good luck charm in our relationship, I too fell under the spell of bad luck.

So as I sit here, wondering how the heck I have done nothing but clean for two weeks and my house is still a wreck, 39 weeks pregnant with a mini watermelon [according to Babycenter.com], I wonder if Eamon's Irish luck will finally kick in. Will I get my St. Patty's Day baby? Or will this baby just hang around and be an April Fool's baby? [Oh Lord...I could still be pregnant in April...ooooy...] 

Happy St. Patrick's Day Everyone!
Mae

39 Weeks

I'm posting a night early because I'll be busy tomorrow :]

No signs of anything yet...hmmm.
On the morning of week 39 with Lily I lost my mucus plug [did I just make you barf a little? I did, didn't I?] which, by the way, is still the only part of the birthing process that makes my stomach turn. Granted I didn't actually HAVE her for another TWO FLIPPIN WEEKS, but it was still progress.
I started a Monistat treatment and my infection seems to be getting much better [HALLELUJAH! It only took...3 months for me to finally do it...blegh]


Ummm...

Every night before we go to bed we change our boy name. Not even kidding. Every time I think "YES! If this is a little dude he will not be nameless!" Eamon comes to bed and says "Hey, so what do you think about the name XYZ?!" [I told him we can't just name our kid letters...just kidding, that was lame, huh?] Part of me gets really frustrated because I'm thinking "Did we not just stay up and talk about this LAST night and come up with a name?" but I'm glad we're both coming to names we really like. And since we keep flip/flopping on the name, I don't think I'm going to reveal it now ;] But Norah Jean is definitely still our girl name.

Let's see...
Well, I just don't have a lot of interesting things to say at this point other than I'm ready now! Tomorrow is my prediction for when Baby is supposed to make his/her appearance, but that looks far fetched now ;]

Hope you're having a great week!
Mae