Passport success

The Canadian government has accepted Jason's application 1.1 with new, improved non-glasses-wearing photo and returned his newly renewed passport as of this morning. That means September trip home is a go, assuming I feel up to it, and assuming the baby has actually arrived by that point.

As of this morning, we're now up to 2 people in Edmonton who were due after me but have given birth already. I'm getting mighty tired of getting this sort of news as I sit here in the Texas heat, lumbering around like some enormous beached walrus. Anyway, off to the ob-gyn for yet another "you look normal" appointment.

Nothing to report

And the ob-gyn reports that yet again, nothing interesting is going on. Skipped the pee in a cup because I'm a massive idiot and forgot about the whole glucose in blood test they always do and got up early to treat myself to french toast and a shit-tonne of sugar-laden syrup. French toast was good. Skipping the pee in a cup was also good to be honest. My BP has jumped from the 90/60 it has been for most of my pregnancy up to 120/90 last week and 128/80 this week. That's rather high for me but still within normal limits so no one is very concerned. I think it's because this is the first time that the act of getting up off the chair in the waiting room, walking down the hall and hopping up on the exam table actually gets my heart pumping now. If they waited a few minutes for me to catch my breath it would probably drop back down to something more reasonable. Ob-gyn listened to the baby, measured my tummy and sent me on my way. Let me know that she's on-call on Saturday so that would be a good day. And of course any weekday of course. I smiled and sighed because I'm pretty sure deep down that it's going to be the full term for me.

This afternoon found out about yet another person giving birth. This one due the same day as me, but I don't think I'd want her experience. They tried to induce her on Sunday and after 36 hours of labour gave up and c-sectioned her. Ick. Nothing like 36 hours of sleepless labour followed up by abdominal surgery right before having to take a new baby home.

Anyway, since it appears I still have time to kill before the birth I might as well get more shit done. Yesterday I gave the kitchen a complete scrub-down. Cleaned the fridge (not just being super-anal, someone had spilled something and it was so bad the crisper was stuck shut, so that really had to get done) and then swept and mopped the floor (which was also gross because I have one plant that seems to mist sticky stuff on everything). Beagles didn't know what to make of the floor rugs coming up or of the lime-popsicle scented cleaning stuff and damp tiles.

Tonight I have to go to the annual HoA meeting and hopefully win a vote to get them not to raise our fees yet again. We're paying way too much for the very little they provide I think. We're already paying more for our wee little park than other HoAs I know of where they have a pool, so I think another rate increase would be highway robbery. However, as the builder still has majority votes (I think) I'm sure this will just be a waste of time.

This afternoon I think I'm going to try my hand at making some cloth pads. This will be an interesting experiment...