Thursday, August 28, 2014

Babies Pretty Much Do What They Want...part 2

To continue on....

4. In addition to the afore-mentioned extra care I'm receiving, my Dr has now scheduled an induction date. Sigh. Which I have very mixed feelings about. Tony & and I had already kind of made a birthing "plan" to just use pain meds, no epidural, and that we didn't want an induction. We learned all the pros and cons for both in our childbirth class and the pros didn't seem to outweigh the possible risks. Well, knowing her size and my situation, odds are good that we will have to deliver with an induction, and we have a higher than average chance of having a Csection. To say that I'm terrified would be an understatement. I've never even taken a pain pill. So to have the possibility of being pumped full of drugs in order to bring my baby into this world hanging over my head is just the worst.

So our tentatively scheduled induction date is September 9th. I say tentatively because we really are just taking it day by day at this point. I told him that my worst fear is for him to try and induce us a week early and then I spend 20 hours laboring and then end up having to have a Csection anyway. He said that could very well be the case. Comforting. Not. He did have his nurse call me and tell me he changed his mind about not doing another u/s and has scheduled me for one next week. I can only assume it is to check on her size. We'll still go for our regularly scheduled appt on Tuesday so I'll ask then.

Overall, I've preached to myself this whole pregnancy about being flexible and not having any expectations, and now I just have to put my money where my mouth is. And that's ok. I trust in God fully. I trust in our Dr. I trust in Tony and myself. We can do this. And whichever way she gets here is ok by me. However....and there is a guess for when she shows up is September 5th. It's my Dad's pick as well and I'll tell you why....

My Papa's birthday (my mom's dad) is October 6th. My mom's is October 12th. My dad's birthday is August 24th. Mine is August 30th. 6 days apart. 6 days apart. So my Dad thinks I'll have her 6 days after my birthday. Which I think is cute. So that's the date I'm going with. :) Plus I still really want her to come on her own.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Babies Pretty Much Do What They Want...part 1

My blogging has been infrequent, to say the least, my whole pregnancy. I've just always had other things on my mind, and have really taken advantage of sleeping whenever possible. However, I do have a few things I want to document now, so I don't forget them.

1. I've only gained 12 lbs this whole pregnancy. And none of it has been in the last 8 weeks. It was all in my 2nd trimester. You know, the "honeymoon" trimester. And what's weird is that I haven't been trying to not gain weight. I eat as much as I can. Which, granted, isn't a ton. And I have had a crazy sweet tooth, so ice cream has been on my menu most days. Not sure what the weight thing is about, but I won't complain.

2. At 36 weeks (one week ago today), we went in for another ultrasound. Just to make sure she was in the right position, wasn't too big, etc. And we got good news on one front. She has "assumed position". However, she is definitely on the big side. They measured her at 7lbs11oz. 95 percentile. At 36 weeks!! And remember, I haven't gained any weight in weeks and weeks. Apparently she's gained it all. Poor little tubster. ;) Oh and I also found out that my blood sugar levels are slightly elevated, despite the metformin. So I've had to start pricking my finger 4X a day to keep an eye on it. And guess what? A lot of what I eat has carbs and delicious sugar in it. So I've been re-vamping my diet in the last week. Well, at my appt yesterday he said it wasn't good enough and I need to up my metformin intake from 2 a day to 3 a day. He said at this point, it's just easier than trying to depend on a diet change. Fine with me. Hopefully that means I can have cake on my birthday. ;)

3. I've had some weird vision issues that have prompted 2 trips to labor and delivery. Wait, let me rephrase that. I've had some weird vision issues that have prompted a phone call to my Dr's office where his nurse advised I go straight to L&D. They were worried about preeclampsia. So the first time it happened a couple of weeks ago, it sent me into a severe panic attack. Which always makes everything a thousand times worse. So a very kind co-worker sat with me until we got the green light to go to the hospital, and then drove me there (so thankful for the people I work with and am also friends with!). Tony met us there (beat us there, actually) and we go up and they strap me to 2 belly monitors. One measures her heartbeat and one measures possible contractions. Then they checked my blood pressure. Asked me a variety of questions. Everything was perfect. And my vision problem had faded away by then, so no harm no foul. And, I should mention, since I basically felt fine by the time I actually got to the hospital and there was literally nothing wrong with me, I sort of kind of didn't mention it to our parents right away. Honestly, I felt kind of silly making a big deal about it. The second time it happened, which was last Friday, things took a slightly more serious turn. The plus side, I didn't panic. I calmly asked another co-worker (seriously, I'm so lucky) to drive me back to L&D. And yes, I called my Dr first, and his nurse sent me. Then, rather than have Tony miss work again, I asked my mom to come. So she could miss work instead. I'm thoughtful like that. When we first got there, I thought it was going to be a repeat of the first visit. However, after hanging out for an hour with those lovely monitors, I found out I was having contractions. Not Braxton Hicks, but actual contractions. That I couldn't feel. Weird, I know. And if you wonder what my response was when I found out I was having contractions, I'll go ahead and share...I said "Wow, I must be a bad ass. I don't feel them at all". Mwahahaha!! Anyway, after they shared this with my Dr, he decided to come check me out. Everything ended up being fine, but because of the size of the baby and my blood sugar levels, I now have to go do non-stress tests (just the monitor thing I've now done 3X) twice a week at L&D until my little bundle arrives. Fun fun times. Oh and he chalked the vision/headache issues up to yet another symptom of pregnancy and suggested it was my body telling me to rest and hydrate more.

I've written a novel here, so I'll stop for now and finish off in another post with where we are now in our "birthing plan" and give you my guess for when Baby Girl will make her appearance to the world.


Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Where Has the Time Gone?!?

I was emailing 2 of my best friends this morning on final touches for my baby shower and I had a big epiphany. My baby shower is Saturday. Holy I'm-Only-7-weeks-out-from-my-due-date Batman!! Seriously, this pregnancy has flown by. And I can't put my finger on why. Though I do have a few theories:

1. God knows that if your pregnancy drags on, you may only do it once. And we definitely don't need a world full of "only child" children running around here. I mean, some are great. But siblings build character. ;)

Me restraining myself from hurting that cute face - character building. Him learning that big sis is always right - character building. ;)

2. Being pregnant makes you pretty self-involved. I'm a relatively self-involved person anyway, but being pregnant is a full-time job. I swear that sounds crazy, but it really is. Always watching what you eat, feeling uncomfortable, finding clothing that fits, buying crap for a baby that you don't know anything about other than, possibly, their gender, trying to think of names, imagining the changes you're going to be facing soon, worrying about labor. Seriously, full-time. So between that full-time job, my full-time job of being a wife and mama to my 4-legged babies and helping Tony take care of our house, plus the full-time job that actually pays me a salary, I am exhausted all the time. And when you're so busy being exhausted and worrying about yourself, time flies. Otherwise, you'd have plenty of time to sleep, which would alleviate the exhaustion.

3. There's a lot of preparation that goes into having your first kid (see above). I mean, there are actual laws about how to do things with babies. For example, you can't leave the hospital without an installed car seat. You also can't leave them alone at home and you have to feed them and clothe them and shelter them. Are these logical laws? Of course. But it's still an adjustment on our every day now. Not to say that we currently neglect any babies or our dogs. I'm just saying, the well-being of this tiny human, down to the very air she breathes, is solely dependant on us. That's heavy stuff.

4. Pregnant women pee. Constantly.  I mean, in the last 4.5 hours, I've peed at least 6 times. I get up at least twice every night to go. So if I added up all the time I'm just sitting on the toilet peeing, it's probably equivalent to 1/3 of my pregnancy. Ish. Talk about a time-waster.

Speaking of God, though, he has really helped a girl out this summer. Oklahoma has had some record-breaking cool weather. Heck, this week we're having another "polar vortex" roll through with highs in the 80s. The 80s, my friends. Usually Oklahoma is an arid desert of 105 by this time of year.  I'm super grateful for that!!

Oh and one other thing I've been so grateful for, which I know I've mentioned a few times already - my darling husband. He has stepped up and helped out so much. So so much. Especially in the last several weeks when this pregnancy has really started to slow me down. I honestly don't know how people without partners or support systems do this. I really don't.
He would kill me if he knew I posted this. Here he is, napping and holding my purse, while we wait for the Dr to come in on one of our regular check ups. Bless his heart. He's just going going going going all the time. This man needs a serious day of rest.


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Daaahling.....I'm Ready For My Shoot

Last week, a friend of mine, over at Amanda Up, was sweet enough to take some photos of me with my loves. As you can tell, my 2 smallest (currently) loves were less than cooperative. Charlotte, on the left, is clearly annoyed and probably thinking "you have GOT to be kidding me - we're having ANOTHER baby?!? I just got used to that brat, Bonnie." While Bonnie, in the middle, is probably thinking "What do you mean, I'm not going to be the baby anymore? I didn't agree to that!" Tony is sure in for a rough ride, having a house full of girls. ;) Amanda got a couple of good shots before we gave up and made them go inside.
We got a few of our ideas from, you guessed it, Pinterest. Amanda isn't a professional photographer (yet) but she's got a creative eye and an artistic soul. We weren't the easiest subjects to work with. Tony really has a tough time with it. If she said turn to the left, he'd take 4 steps to the right. But I think she really did a great job!! Plus, we had a ton of fun doing it!! She took a bunch, but I'm just putting a few on here for now. There may or may not be a birthday coming up, and they may or may not be getting pictures of us. Greatest gift EVER, you say? Agreed.

This is one of the cute one's we "borrowed" from Pinterest. And whatever filter she used on here is awesome!!

Just for funsies, my also-expecting SIL and I took a couple of shots together. I doubt we're ever pregnant together again, since my brother apparently wants to wait 100 years between kids (which is totally doable when you're 24 - not so much when you're 30 and 36) so no need to let the moment slide by.

Oh and we also just found out that my brother and SIL are having a baby BOY!!! Yay!! I'm so excited!! In a weird way, I feel like I get to have one of each. I mean, Tony and I are already Aunt and Uncle to our precious 5 year old niece and nephew, so I've had some practice. We also have a couple of step-nieces/nephews that we love dearly. But this baby is my baby brother's baby. MY BABY BROTHER'S BABY!! HOLY TOLEDO!! And for anyone that knows me, knows I'm very motherly and very close to him, so this is a big deal to me. I also just found out that my brother officially finally got to re-take his PT and he passed with flying colors!! Waaahhoooo!! Which means he may be home soon, but only for a short time before they officially start their 3 year stint in Germany. *tears tears tears* Waaaaaaaa!!!

Does anyone else find picture taking uncomfortable? I am just always so "aware" that I have a tough time relaxing and just enjoying myself.


Thursday, July 10, 2014

Heartburn, Peeing and Punching Bags, Oh My!

Before I get started on my update, let me just answer the 3 main questions I get asked on a regular basis:

  1. I'm due on September 17th.
  2. We're having a girl.
  3. No, we don't have a name picked out.

It cracks me up that this is seriously the same series of questions I get asked by almost every person. And I always try and remember if I would have asked those questions of a pregnant lady, but at this point, I barely remember my own name, so I have no idea. And I don't mention it because it annoys me. Quite the contrary. I think it's sweet that people are curious. I just think it's funny that people are so consistent. Moving on...

Best parts of pregnancy so far (in no particular order):

  • Feeling the love and blessings from our friends and family. People are genuinely happy and excited for us, and it is so touching to see it and experience it.
  • Feeling my daughter kick and push and pull and flitter and hiccup all the time. It's truly the most miraculous feeling in the world.
  • Having the "I'm pregnant" card close at hand to use when I want to veto dinner choices or need help lifting things.
  • Planning all the fun things we get to do with our child. Let's face it, all Holiday's are better with kids. And she's going to be here before the best ones: Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Is it too soon to start thinking of costumes? I didn't think so.
  • Watching Tony's eyes light up every time he feels my bump. I forget that he doesn't experience movement with her all the time like I do, so seeing his joy and happiness when he finally does get a reminder is awesome.
Worst parts of pregnancy (also in no particular order):
  • Holy heartburn, Batman!
  • Having to pee anytime I stand up. And knowing that she hasn't even turned yet, so it will only get worse once her head rests directly on my bladder.
  • Being a punching bag for my daughter. The movement is amazing, but now it's so strong that it can occasionally startle me. Which is embarrassing. Particularly when I'm in a meeting and I yelp really loudly. Not that that would ever happen to me.....
  • Fear. I didn't know what anxiety was until it hit me about a week ago that this girl hasn't to come OUT OF ME. And I'm constantly torn between the fear of an epidural vs. fear of the pain. And no amount of knowledge, labor stories, good intentioned people, etc. will offer me any comfort. Bottom line - I have very little control (if any) of how she's coming into this world, and that Scares. Me. To. Death!
I often wonder if people judge me for having any complaints about pregnant, considering we wanted this for so so long. And then I think to myself, "who cares if they do?" I mean, I'm thrilled to pieces that we're finally having our own child. Babies are awesome and we're going to finally have one of our very own. However, there's just no preparing how your body is going to react to pregnancy. 90% of my days are fine I feel good. I get around just fine. My mood is great. But occasionally, I have those days where I just feel so dang pregnant. I feel swollen and huge and uncomfortable and weak and listless and grumpy, all at the same time. And now that I'm firmly in my 3rd trimester, I can feel those days getting closer and closer together. Bending over is harder. Sitting up is harder. Rolling over is harder. I mean, it's not like it's impossibly harder. It's just weird having a certain awareness on new limitations. Things that I've always taken for granted, you know?

Exciting news on the baby front though....we're having a friend of mine shoot some maternity photo's of us tonight. And I think I'm going to get some shots with my SIL, who is 16 weeks pregnant as well. Plus, I got another piece of wall decor for her room today, I have every intention of painting her dresser and nightstand this weekend, and I think I have a firmer idea of what shelf Tony needs to make for us. :)

Oh, and this weekend is the anniversary of two pretty spectacular people:

You guys!! How did you guess? It was the spectacular part that gave it away, wasn't it? ;) I can't believe that we'll celebrate 6 years of marriage on Saturday. And the best part? I'm happier today than I ever have been. And I can honestly say that I've felt that same way for each anniversary. Marriage just gets better and better. The trick, you ask? Marrying your best friend. Definitely. Oh and marrying someone that's handy. Saves arguments on fixing stuff.

Here's a little roll of some pics of my favorite couple. Hehe!





Monday, June 16, 2014

I fell victim to an apparently typical pregnancy choice...

I cut my hur!!

So yeah, funny story. I sat down in my stylists chair and said I wanted it short and I wanted it blonde. She looked at me like I was crazy and said "no way, Jose". I told her I was serious, but I didn't want it too short to put in a pony tail. That apparently reassured her that I hadn't lost my crazy, pregnancy mind and off we went. And I have to say, I was scared to death. When she pulled that pony tail from behind my back, I almost went into panic mode.

9 1/2 inches of tangly, constantly-falling-out-and-catching-on-everything mess!!
But then we added the blonde in, gave me a fun summer look, and I felt a ton better. Well, I did have a total breakdown when I left and called my husband sobbing, but I figure that's just par for the course. And he was so dang sweet about it that I moved on quickly.

I posted this on FB over the weekend and got the most amazing responses from my friends and family. Pregnancy isn't always the prettiest thing in the world, and there were a lot of years that I thought I would never get to be here, so I'm grateful and humbled for the incredibly kind words.
Finally, this pretty little thing is what I call our "love lily". We bought this little beauty a couple of months before we got married, and she's come back bigger and more beautiful every year. Well, except this year. This year she's a little scrawny. But we had a very dry Spring, so I'm sure that's why. Anyway, here is the first bloom of the season. It always makes me smile.


Thursday, June 5, 2014

25 down, 15 to go

You guys!! It's been far too long since I've posted anything. Thank you to everyone that's emailed me to check yell at on me. :) I have no excuse. I'm busy, like the rest of the world, and just haven't been in the mood to write anything.

I've had so many people tell me to DOCUMENT DOCUMENT DOCUMENT my pregnancy. And guess what? Epic fail. The first trimester was so dang awful that I would never want to remember that. And the 2nd trimester has felt just like normal, every day life. For the most part.

There are a few things about pregnancy and just being a woman that I've learned in the last 6 months though. I'm going to list them out because lists are fancy. You are welcome.

1. Women's bodies are wondrous things to behold. It's amazing how much weirdness we're built to sustain. That God, he sure knows what he's doing.

2.  I alternate between feeling like I have absolutely zero control over my own body, my life, my whole world to feeling like I am a total bad ass that is LITERALLY CREATING LIFE. It's the darnedest thing.

3. For all my lack of crazy hormonal emotions, road rage is a very real thing. It's like I save all my irritability for the 20 minutes in the evening that I drive home. And you would think I would feel super protective of my unborn daughter (oh, yeah - it's a GIRL for those that don't know - woot woot!) and want to drive even more like a Grandma than I already was accused of pre-pregnancy do. Oh no. Between the "work sucked today and I really need a bowl of cereal" and the "it's been a whopping 15 minutes since my last potty break so obviously I need to pee again", I'm ready to be the eff home. And for some reason, people have managed to completely forget that the left lane is for PASSING ONLY and for traffic going faster than everyone else. So get the heck out of the way if a car (particularly MY CAR) is coming up on you!!

4. So yeah, peeing. I was already known to be quite the pee-er before pregnancy. I've always claimed to have a small bladder so I sort of thought I knew what to expect. Oh hell no. If I stand up, I have to pee. If I LOOK at a water bottle, I need to pee. If someone takes a shower within 5 miles of me, I need to pee. It's probably my least favorite part about this whole pregnancy. It's really going to make the road trip to NC with Tony and his parents this summer uber-fun. Yippee.

5. Gestating babies like to move it move it. And that is no joke. I felt, or at least started recognizing her moving at around 21 weeks. And the feeling is absolutely the most amazing thing. It feels like tiny little fish tails are rubbing around in your lower abdomen. Or like a little baby bird is taking a bath and doing that weird shaking thing they do. I. Love. It! Feeling her move and knowing what a miracle and blessing it is that I'm here in this moment is indescribable.

6. So yeah, movement. Guess what your husband will eventually find to be annoying? When his wife yells at him every 20 minutes, "hurry up, she's moving again, come try and feel" and then the second he drops whatever he's doing and gets by his wife's side and she slumps her shoulders and says "nevermind, she stopped". You would think there wouldn't be a limit on the # of times he would try before he stopped running. But actually, there isn't. And honestly, he has never gotten annoyed. For 2 weeks straight, I'd make him come hold my belly and nothing would happen. I'd be disappointed because I so badly want to share this miracle with him, but he just shrugs his shoulders and says "it will happen soon" and goes on about his business. Well, guess what finally paid off? My persistence and his patience, buddy. Oh yeah!! He finally felt our daughter move last night. I had just laid in bed and she was rolling up a storm in there (which is good because she'd been pretty calm for a few days and I was slightly concerned). Tony came out of the restroom, heading to bed, and I said "wait, come lay behind me and cup my belly like I am now." He did, and he laid there for a second and I felt her move and he said, in total awe, "was that her?" And then she really moved a couple more times back to back and it was obvious he could feel her and we just looked at each other and smiled and fell a little more in love with each other in that moment. I mean, holy cow, we've done this. We've created this little acrobat in my belly that will be ruling our lives in a little under 4 months. How cool is that?!?

7. I've lost my train of thought. I was kind of tearing up thinking about how special that moment was. And then my little girl just shoved some appendage into some organ in my middle abdomen that caused severe pain so my tears switched gears pretty quickly. :)

Aaaah, the joys of pregnancy. I have lots more to share, but I'll stop for now. Happy Friday Eve to me. And to you. I think we all are working for the weekend.