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UPDATED Sept 13 11:15am see below

Firstly, Paige is/was in 'occipital posterior position' as of Thursday. My contractions, that yes are braxton hicks for the most part, have been waking me up at night and the reason is that Paige's back is resting on my vena cava and through the thin walls of her tiny home, makes my eyeballs pop out and my heart pump in my throat...but then I wake up and they go away.

This morning I folded all the laundry while I chatted on the phone with Denise and said ow a couple of times. She keeps trying to tell me to not be in labour...read on...after I put away some of the laundry, I worked on phase two of pink sorting and labled and put away all of the rest of the clothes that Paige ALREADY has!!! I have 2 bins called 'Weebeth' for the record.

Then is was up to the school for 130:

Sam started Kindergarten this week and Tuesday was his first full day. Okay full half day. I love our school. They brought in a dance teacher who taught each class in the school a hip hop routine and they performed it this afternoon (looking at the clock I suppose it was yesterday but I can't sleep for reasons you can read below) All three of my 'big kids' were in the performance but the bonus was seeing all the kids that we've hung out with over the years perform too including Allura, our neighbour and Graeme and Bella who Samuel has been friends with for a long time. So cool and warming!

I left the big big kids home and took the 3 younger ones to get Daddy, we got Samuel's beaver hat at scout house and then went to the big new Canadian Tire on Cambie. I stayed in the van with the twins sorta monitoring more not contractions. Then we went to Costco and Denise called me again telling me not to have a baby, ha ha ha I said, I want her to come at the most inconvienent of times...she called me a brat!  As if!

I took a bath when we got home and then clicked the TV for a bit, these "not contractions" are getting serious at this point, but not regular. Apparently occipital posterior positioning makes labour long because she's face up and has a more difficult time making it down the canal.

Okay so here's the point...there have been a few times that I have said, oh yeah now I remember...like the overwhelming urge to pee because her head is rocking over my bladder...the pain that sorta goes down my legs, and then the oh so I REMEMBER THIS feeling of my belly tightening and then the breathing that needs to take place to make it pass....well, I couldn't lie down anymore so I got up and finised the last few things.

My bag is packed, I have a bag packed for Paige, I put the stroller together and the base of the car seat in the van today, I have a few outfits to try on my little doll when she comes out, the camera is waiting to capture her first few moments out of water, and I am letting Kevin sleep as long as I can...my contractions for the record are between 5 and 10 minutes apart and are varying in intensity, but I am guessing that as soon as I go lie down they will (ow) start going quickly...let's see how right I am...oh! Didn't I want to have a baby this weekend?

Love you all, you will either see a whiny post from me later or get a phone call from me, Kev or someone to let you know what's happening :)

UPDATE:
I am still at home. Seems for now that the contractions have tappered off but I am still quite crampy and making the most of it. I am so thankful that I have a go go go attitude, I have done 3 loads of laundry, had a nap and now I am making pasta sauce to stock into my freezer. Pray that this just gets going and stays going...I am getting tired... hugs...

36 weeks plus 1 day - crampy and starting to get crabby

My pattern for going into labour, while taking longer than the last 4 times, has begun. Last night I felt like, "that's it, it's never going to get here and I will be pregnant for either ever or a whole 4 weeks longer." For a few days, past my 3am urination call, I've traded the sleep for anxiety over whether or not my birth plan (or at least my get the hospital WITH Kevin to have a baby) will work.

Today is the worst of all. Right now, I have back pain like I did when Austin was coming, cramps like the sort that I have when I am one day one of my period and the every 10 minute or so braxton hicks contraction that makes my eye balls pop out...

The things that keeps me in my mode of, "Suck it up PrincessButtercup" are:

• that Kevin works across the street from the skytrain
• that the principal of the school knows that when I call, he'll be sending Hope home to babysit until Grandma, Denise or any other local family friend can show up
• the drive to the skytrain with stops every 3-10 minutes (for a contraction) will take the same amount of time for Kevin to change and get to Gilmour Station
• Samuel can be picked up for school by 2 local friends OR in the event that it's during kindergarten and Hope is home with the twins, can be brought home by one of 3 local friends who have kids to pick up after 3pm
• #1 thing keeping me ok is that all in all, God in in control, that HE's got a plan and that this will be a great story once the page turns to a blank one and Paige makes her grand entrance

Did I just hear the sound of trupets annoucing royalty?

Brilliance, Excellence and Timing...

McDonalds is smart but Jilian is brilliant. Today for the 5th time since I heard what Jill does for kitchen cloths, I took freshly bleached and washed cloths out of the dryer, folded them neatly, put them into the closet and set the bag back into the pantry awaiting a new batch of soiled cloths. Here's what she does and now I do... I use a cloth. If it gets too dirty (stinky is waaay beyond dirty so it's not that bad) I rince it out, wring it out and place it into a reuseable shopping bag...you know, the ones that cost 99 cents. Then I walk over to the linen closet and take a fresh cloth. This works for the kitchen towels too, but they just get used for 2 days and then tossed into the bag. Once I get down to 2 or 3 cloths, I take the whole lot down to the laundry room, wash and dry them and start the process all over again. This ends the whole, "WHAT is that smell, ewwwww, it's a cloth in the sink."

Today was excellent for a few reasons. Sam started Kindergarten. Have I mentioned how HAPPY I am for me, I mean him ;) Tonight Kevin and I put into the freezer 3 shepherds pies bring our total of those up to 4. I think I am going to try my hand at freezing Tourtiere, but I am unsure about the crust... we'll see...Denise makes AMAZING chichen pie and the crust is JUST fine so I think I will just go ahead and do the Tourtiere. Gosh I am happy about that. I cleaned up my kitchen after our cooking project only to make a clean spot so, in all my pickyness and armed with a new pack of Kirkland wipes, I wiped down the cupboards the front of the oven and the front of the dishwasher. I told Kevin that some women feel good about themselves when the get a haircut, or pedicure or new clothes. Don't get me wrong, I feel GREAT when theose things are a reality for me, but honestly I feel good about my WHOLE self when I have clean cupboard doors. I really which that the timing for having Paige will include that this burst of energy will include GIVING BIRTH, because I have SO SO SO SO MUCH of it, but my poor legs are puffed up and swollen and cannot handle it with the weight of her on them.

I want my body back. This may sound shallow and I think most of the time that we hear it, it sorta is. I said it a LOT after having Austin, Sam and then The Twins. I don't mean the look of my body this time AT ALL. I just want to scrub my floor on my hands and knees, get into all the nooks and cranies with a small brush, vacuum the stairs without thinking I might hurt myself and well, gosh, I would LOVE to get to vacuuming the living room...I want the pain to come now. I am so ready for it and so so so just wanting to not only do the stuff I want to (but also need to do) I want to nurse and cuddle and show off my very best asked for gift...my little princess....THANK YOU GOD.