get this girl some xanax

(aren't palindromes fun?! even if it is the name of an anxiety med instead of something cute like racecar or radar? ah well...)
i've been starting to stress lately. and, if you know me at all, you know i don't stress. about much of anything. however, now that this babe is only 6wks (or fewer!) away, the stress is piling up...
will i really HAVE to be induced? my water broke and i went into labor on my own with finn, and i am nervous about what all an induction entails.
i've never EVER left finn overnight. with anyone. for any reason. ever. this might just be my most major source of stress. (assuming my mom is here when all this happens, i think i might send mor home and have my mom stay at the hospital with me. i want the smoothest, easiest, least disruptive transition for finners, and i think waking up with dad at home will help keep things "normal.")
i'm not looking forward to my exam appts. can you say "physically uncomfortable"?
please let this babe be a sleeper. i'm already waaay beyond being sleep-deprived, and i would love to not go into full-on insomnia mode. i'm grumpy without my sleep. just ask morgan. or anyone who has ever called and woken me.
is it possible to make it back to my pre-baby body? not pre-THIS-baby body, but pre-ANY-baby body. i once had a pretty great physique. i would like to have it back before summer 2013 rolls around. not that i'll be sporting any of my signature two pieces suits since these boys have wreaked stretch mark havoc on my stomach (why did my sisters get the good, stretchy skin? argh!), but i would still like to feel and look good when we hit up the pool this summer.
will we be able to decide on a name? i'm a perfectionist at a lot of things and naming a child is no different. besides rearing a child, naming him seems like the next biggest responsibility. i don't want to saddle this kid with a complete misnomer. and i want him to love his name the way i've loved mine (and my sisters'). this being said, we are still open to suggestions.
sigh. i would say that about covers it, but i'm sure i'm leaving out more than half of what is now causing me stress. pregnancy brain is alive and well here. double sigh.

in "related" news

the hometown paper did a sweet article on my little cousin who was recently diagnosed with osteosarcoma. he's a fighter, and i think we've all felt a sense of peace and reassurance that HE WILL WIN. here's the link...
http://www.thestarpress.com/article/20121120/NEWS01/311200014/Faith-community-carry-family-through-10-year-old-son-s-cancer?nclick_check=1

question of the day #43

did you know turkeys have beards?
neither did i.
and did you know these beards grow out of their chests, not their chins...er, um...beaks?
probably not if you didn't know they have beards.
gotta love these shows i watch with finners. the kratt brothers have taught me oh so much!

that ain't apple juice in the fridge, pal*

i went in for my 32wk appt on wednesday (32wks?! already?!?! eek), and dr jones (whose name i can barely bring myself to say without short round's accent) said there was some protein in my urine sample. i remember this happened towards the end of my pregnancy with finners and didn't think too much of it. welp, jones tells me i have to do a 24hr creatinine/urine test. that's when you pick up a big ol' jug from the lab with instructions to preserve your peepee--EVERY peepee--for the next 24hrs, which basically means you will not in any way, shape or form be leaving your home for more than 30min at a time because who in the world wants to carry around a gallon container of pee? not me, i say. although finn and i did venture out of the house for an entire hour, and let me tell you, i barely made it home without wetting my pants. (better to wet myself than pee in a toilet since i could at least have wrung out my scoobs and pants, right?) the most frustrating part was when i had to pee last night. this was the process every time i had to use the bathroom : roll self out of bed, try to not trip over humidifier and cord, avoid shoes and hot wheels strewn in hallway on way to kitchen to retrieve jug out of fridge, avoid shoes and hot wheels strewn in hallway on way into bathroom, put special "urine receptacle" on top of toilet seat, pee into ur, transfer pee from ur into jug without spilling,avoid shoes and hot wheels strewn in hallway on way back to kitchen to replace jug in fridge, avoid shoes and hot wheels strewn in hallway on way back to bedroom, try not to trip over humidifier and cord, grunt while flopping down in bed. it was a pretty awesome night. i mean, i got to repeat above process about 5x. who WOULDN'T want to do that?! the next morning, i was lucky enough to carry the jug over to the hospital lab and have some blood drawn. (bright spot! the woman in registration told me i have the most beautiful hair she's ever seen. mind you, it hadn't been washed since the morning before, wasn't ever brushed and was thrown into a ponytail. my hairs MUST have been looking good for anyone except a bald, homeless person to tell me it was beautiful. whatever. i'll take it.)
results : jones' office called late in the afternoon to tell me...everything looked great. they don't want your creatinine (i think) level to be above 150; i came in at 74. the nurse then told me it gives them a good baseline because jones might want me to do the test again. seriously? no fanks.

*lucky for mor, the big ol' jug was a dark orange, completely opaque, therefore making it impossible for him to mistake what was inside for the apple juice that was in a different container in the fridge.

dear daylight savings

you're the b word, and i hate you.

with sincere loathing in my heart,

v