If you read my last post, from monday, October 21, I had JUST had my cerclage removed. You know, that stitch to keep the babies in?
Well, I saw the removal of the stitch as official "permission" from my doctor to have the babies. Especially since I wasn't on bedrest anymore. Muahahahaha.
When we got up on tuesday morning, I decided that we needed to go to Costco to shop and have lunch. Being on bed rest, I had not been to Costco since mid July and I was having serious withdrawal. Every time Troy and Avery went in those 3 months, I would sit home and dream about the very berry frozen yogurt, free samples, book aisle, holiday decorations...you get the picture. I would sit home and pout.
So, we loaded in the car and drove to Costco while I sat in the passenger seat, evilly tapping my fingers together, getting ready to execute my plan.
Which Troy TOTALLY called me out on when we pulled into the parking lot.
Troy: Did you make a shopping list?
Troy: Did you even open the refrigerator or the pantry to see if we needed anything?
Troy: Do you want me to drop you at the door and you can get settled in a motorized scooter?
Troy: I know what you're doing.
Natalie: (avoiding eye contact) I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just excited about getting cheap fro-yo.
Troy: Did you bring a change of clothes or a towel in case your water breaks in Costco?
Troy: Alrighty then.
So we walked in and got lunch first. I got pizza and a very berry frozen yogurt. SO GOOD. And not healthy at all. But I was on a mission, and this could be my last meal. It had to be good.
Normally, we have a list and are in and out in about an hour. We don't really shop. It's easy to get in trouble in there, buying things that I am convinced we need. Normally, I go in with blinders on to EVERYTHING in the store and just zero in on the items on our shopping list for the sake of our bank account. I just love Costco. People who try and say that Sam's Club and Costco are the same thing are liars. LIARS I TELL YOU! It's just like comparing Target to Walmart. Costco is just better.
Well, this day was different. Not having a list, I totally walked up and down every aisle, browsing and touching everything, taking my time and making sure was enjoying myself. Looking at baby clothes, books and movies, all the small kitchen appliances, and beauty products. Things I NEVER allow myself to look at because then I buy stuff. The good news is, Troy didn't even say A WORD. He just let me browse and window shop and didn't try to hurry me.
Much to his shock and dismay, I even loaded some stuff onto the conveyer belt when we were checking out.
Troy: Seriously Natalie. I know what you're doing.
Natalie: Do I look like I care?
And then I grabbed some cash out of his wallet and got some chocolate fro-yo for the ride home while he loaded up the car and Avery in her car seat. Double fro-yo in one day? YES PLEASE! When I climbed in the car with my second serving, he just pinched his lips together and squinted his eyes at me, like, "really Natalie, is that necessary?" UM YES! Each baby needed one serving!
We went home and unloaded the car and put Avery down for a nap. And Troy went to bed. With him being on the midnight shift, he sleeps from 2pm to 10pm and then leaves for work. He stays up when he gets home around 9am so he can spend Avery's awake morning time with us before her nap.
I hung out downstairs and watched Ellen and stood up for a couple hours in the kitchen, cutting up all the fruit we had bought at Costco and putting everything in tupperware for breakfasts and snacks.
I got Avery up from her nap, we played Mr. Potato Head on the floor, and made macaroni and cheese for dinner. I gave her a bath and put her to bed.
I watched Project Runway on our DVR and headed upstairs at 10 to wake up Troy. He was already in the shower when I got up there. I got in the shower when he got out to started shaving his face. I was sitting on my shower chair feeling HUGELY pregnant. Seriously, my stomach covered more than half of my thighs. I had NO lap. It was not conducive to Avery snuggles. Or shaving. Or putting on shoes.
Troy opened the shower door and stared at me while I tried to wash my legs.
Troy: So I'm going to take the carpool to work tonight.
Troy: Are you feeling any contractions....or anything to suggest you might go into labor tonight?
Natalie: Nope. Nothing.
Troy: Ok, because if you go into labor, I won't have a car to get home.
Natalie: I'm good. Seriously. Nothing is happening. I'll try again tomorrow.
Famous last words...I went into labor 2 hours later.