Sunday, July 17, 2011

State of Confusion

My house is in utter chaos right now.  I have been saying since May that we needed to start clearing out the office to make way for Jackson.  Thanks to conflicting schedules and constant activity, we haven't gotten around to that until now.  So here we are 9 days away from my due date boxing stuff up for storage and rearranging furniture to make room for a crib, dresser, and glider.  Part of this move means relocating Maverick's "home" to other portions of the house.

Up to this point, Maverick had a corner of the office where his bed and bowls were located.  A space to call his own.  While we are away from the house, he would hang out in there behind a baby gate and nap all day.  Since the office is now going to be the nursery, we couldn't leave him in there.  A few nights ago we moved his bed into our room at night so he could sleep in there with us.  This transition was fairly easy since he was already used to sleeping in the room with me.  However, I am trying to break him of the habit of sleeping in the bed with me especially since Chris is home at night now and there just isn't room for the 3 of us in the bed.

The bigger problem is the relocation of his space.  The best solution we could come up with for his quarters was to move his bowl and such to the kitchen and leave him in there while we are away from home.  It isn't the ideal solution but it's the only one we have at this point.  Maverick isn't crazy about being left to roam freely during the day.  The few times I have tried it, it upsets him when he leave and I come home to accidents.  It's just not fun for any of us and it breaks my heart to hear him cry when I leave him out like that.  So we just don't do it.  Maverick is more comfortable and I have less of a mess to clean up when I come home.

The problem is my poor dog is confused.  This morning I let him in to feed him and he ran straight to the office like normal.  But his bowl wasn't there and he didn't know why.  I had to actually take him into the kitchen and show him where his food was.  The same location it was in last night when we fed him but still not the norm.  This confusion is leading him to be a crazy dog.  He is getting into everything right now.  I know he knows something is going on but he hasn't figured out what yet and that is causing him to act out.  I actually don't worry about him adjusting to the baby that much.  He did pretty well when Chris and Kiddo moved in but I do think changing his routine is throwing him for a loop.  He's snoring away next to me on the couch right now.  I know all I can do is love him and reassure him and he will get the hang of it soon enough.  Until then, I get to suffer with crazy pup.  I still wish we could have done this earlier so the adjustment would have been easier but that just didn't happen.

Friday, July 8, 2011

But Who's Counting

I have 18 days until my due date and all I can do at this point is wait until Jackson decides to make his presence known to this world.  We had an ultrasound last week to see how big our boy is and we were surprised to find out he was only about 6 and a half pounds.  My doctor had said she would schedule a c-section if he was measuring 8 pounds or more at 36 weeks.  At this point, they are estimating he will be a nice average 8 pounds at full term.

I actually started feeling some contractions a couple of nights ago.  Hopefully that means we are starting to make some progress.  I just want Jackson to be the July baby we have planned on him being this entire time.  For the most part, I am just tired, hot, and uncomfortable.  Some days I just feel down right crappy.  I am really starting to understand why some women hate being pregnant.  These last few weeks are definitely the worst part of the pregnancy.  My feet and hands are so swollen right now that I can't feel my fingertips (which makes typing difficult) and the skin on my feet feels stretched to the limits.

Maverick must be sensing that something is going on.  He will barely leave my side.  As a matter of fact, he is sitting on the armrest next to me right now.  If I leave the room, he will either follow me or sit outside the door and wait for me.  I have heard people say their dogs can sense when they are pregnant and try to take care of them.  Maverick hasn't seemed to notice until recently.  I am just hoping he doesn't get to upset when I go to the hospital.  We are planning to take him to the kennel so he won't be left alone at the house.  Hopefully that will help ease any anxiety he might feel.  I don't really worry too much about him and the baby.  After all, the most harm I expect him to do is lick the baby to death.