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Name: Lanna
Gender: Female
Interests: I'm a hippie. A modern day hippie who eventually wants a root cellar and a killer garden next year. I use cloth diapers, breastfeed, plan to homeschool, garden, and cook. Lots of cooking.
Expertise: I forget to water the garden (looking forward to drip irrigation!) and procrastinate doing dishes and folding laundry. I've actually turned into a darn good cook, and I get to extract duplos and other toys from speakers and recliners. Plan to have the house organized and not so cluttered by the time the kids move out.
Occupation: Domestic Engineer
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11/28/2004
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| At least no more vomitThat's a start.
I desperately need nesting to happen. I've got so much I need to do, and no real energy or get up and go to do it until I force myself (which isn't pretty, anyway). House could use me paying more attention to it, too. Hubby sure wouldn't mind that. 
Midwife home visit today - 36 weeks. Measuring 36cm, but that's on my nice, soft, comfy bed, which would account for the "dip" in size. The bed at their office is a bit more firm. Bp was fine. Kid's still LOA, head down. I've got hiccups low in my pelvis right now as a matter of fact.
Need to talk to the neighbors about leaving kiddos with them for a few hours if I need a hospital transport though - at least until Mom could get up here. Midwives were also not quite stunned, but sorta, that I don't have any concrete plans for labor. I have ideas of things to try (have 'em bring the water birth kit just in case, an exercise ball, and birthing stool so I have all those options available), but I'm not gonna know what I want or what'll work until I'm in the throes of labor. I'm not magic or superhuman, I can't see the future. And my only real goal is to get the baby out, really. Sorry, but planning the birth down to minute details, eh, I'd rather plan the garden like that.
Oh, and we can't put the rest of the asparagus up against the trees. Not right now. Because we can't till up the ground. Tons of tree trunks. Tons. Like the size of your arms and legs. And we don't have time for a raised bed right now. *sigh* So yard rearrangement, again, is the name of the game. It's not weird or creepy to have a clothesline above your septic drainage field, is it? 
I need to go rotate laundry and get off my ass and do something outside. Blah. | | |
| Happy Birthday to meBy 9am I'd done dishes, started a load of laundry, and almost thrown up myself from cleaning up burp-come-barf from the 2yo. Oh yeah, what a day. Figures though - hubby and the boys were all sick on hubby's birthday this year. Can't wait to see what else the day has in store for me. 
Oh. I'll be 36 weeks on Wednesday.
Which means I'll "technically" be full term next week.
Guess who's going out of town for most of the week?
That's right, hubby.
So now I'm a little bit in freak-out mode... Because I peed on the stick and found out I was pregnant when he was clear across the country in Georgia, so it would just figure I'd manage to go into labor with this kid while he's out of town, you know? Wrap up the whole surprise in a nice, tidy bow.
My mom's at least 2-5 hours away (depending on if she has to wrap things up at work or something) - and that's *if* my dad hasn't died at that point and she's across the state, my backyard neighbor's not back from Sweden yet as far as I know, and I don't have any other immediate neighbors that could handle my kids for a few hours if need be while I'm laboring or while I'm taking a nap afterwards. Blah. It was nice taking a nap after labor/birth last time, which I desperately needed. But if I'm alone with all the kids? Yeah, totally screwed. So much for healing quickly. 
Gee, wonder why this all kept racing through my mind all last night and I didn't get a lot of sleep?
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