I originally started this blog because I didn't want to share all the TMI details of infertility on my family blog. Then I got pregnant, and it seemed like a good place to talk about the TMI details of pregnancy. But now I'm the mommy of a 4 1/2 year old and a 7 week old, and it seems very silly to have two blogs (both of which I am veeeeeery behind on!) talking about two kids. I'd rather put all our goings on in one place.
I'm not thrilled with my other blog, so I think I'm going to "start over" and create an all new one. I'll keep both of my others, and have them linked for easy access, but I feel like I need to create a new one to start it in the direction I want it to go in the first place.
So, the new blog: http://noblemommy.blogspot.com/
Monday, May 16, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
10 days old
I will get pictures up. I will, I will, I will. Though if it doesn't happen today, it's going to be quite a while since we are losing our internet tomorrow when our packers come. Sigh.
It's been such a fast week and a half! I can't believe how much she changes everyday. She's alert for up to two hours at a time now. It's really cute and fun in the mornings...not so much at 1am. She was down to 6lbs 15oz at her 48 hour appointment, but by weighing her at home she is well over 8lbs now. It will be interesting to see what she weighs at her two-week appointment next week!
She is a champion nurser and that is ALL SHE WANTS TO DO. If she is awake, she is attached to me. And something about a diaper change gets her appetite going. Last night she was "talking" for quite awhile when she was supposed to be sleeping. She decided she didn't like the pitch dark that our room is usually in and woke every five minutes when the night light was out. Once I turned it on, she went back to sleep. I don't know why the sudden change, it hadn't been an issue before.
Cloth diapering is going really well. It's so easy and they are just so stinking cute. The only issue I've had is while out and about. I haven't figured out my system for that yet, and I end up with my hands very full and not able to fit everything back in my bag. Plus, I'm using disposable wipes when out, so remembering to toss those instead of folding them in the diaper is a challenge, too. I have wipe that needs to be picked out of some velcro right now. The packers are taking away our washer and dryer tomorrow, so I'm going to try and use a laundromat. I'm hoping it's not as challenging in reality as it feels like it will be in my head.
It's been such a fast week and a half! I can't believe how much she changes everyday. She's alert for up to two hours at a time now. It's really cute and fun in the mornings...not so much at 1am. She was down to 6lbs 15oz at her 48 hour appointment, but by weighing her at home she is well over 8lbs now. It will be interesting to see what she weighs at her two-week appointment next week!
She is a champion nurser and that is ALL SHE WANTS TO DO. If she is awake, she is attached to me. And something about a diaper change gets her appetite going. Last night she was "talking" for quite awhile when she was supposed to be sleeping. She decided she didn't like the pitch dark that our room is usually in and woke every five minutes when the night light was out. Once I turned it on, she went back to sleep. I don't know why the sudden change, it hadn't been an issue before.
Cloth diapering is going really well. It's so easy and they are just so stinking cute. The only issue I've had is while out and about. I haven't figured out my system for that yet, and I end up with my hands very full and not able to fit everything back in my bag. Plus, I'm using disposable wipes when out, so remembering to toss those instead of folding them in the diaper is a challenge, too. I have wipe that needs to be picked out of some velcro right now. The packers are taking away our washer and dryer tomorrow, so I'm going to try and use a laundromat. I'm hoping it's not as challenging in reality as it feels like it will be in my head.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Teagan Ella has arrived!
Our baby girl is here! Here is her birth story...pictures to follow once we get more settled!
From the time I went to bed Saturday night (March 26) I was having some painful contractions that were waking me up. I was so tired, that I just kept noticing them as more of an irritant and inconvenience and then falling right back to sleep. Around 2am, they started to get more painful and more frequent. At first I thought "What is going on?? Why won't this stop??" and then I finally woke up enough to realize I was probably in the beginnings of labor. I got out of bed so I wouldn't disturb Hazen (I was too wound to sleep once I realized what was going on anyway), and just relaxed on the computer and watching TV. In that time, I had a couple of loose BMs and realized we would probably be meeting our baby girl that day.
At that point, I decided I should try to get some sleep. Since I was hoping to go without an epidural, I knew there would be no chance to rest once labor really hit. I took a nice hot shower, and then I laid back down around 5am and managed to doze between contractions, which were about every 8 minutes at that point. Finally around 8, I decided it was time to get everyone out of bed, call our friend who was watching Ian, and start getting ready to head to the hospital. We got everyone fed (I just had some fruit, water, whole wheat toast, and a yogurt so as not to upset my stomach), loaded up the car, and headed out to drop Ian off. The contractions were about every 3-4 minutes in the car, and it was SO HARD to get comfortable during them while sitting upright.
We got to the hospital around 9:30, I was hooked up to the monitors, and right away the contractions started to slow down. They were registering as pretty powerful, but they were few and far between. The midwife came to check me then, and I was 4cm and 100% effaced. Baby was at 0 station. On Wednesday (I had an episode of "false" labor) I was checked and told I was 2cm, 50%, and at +2, so this was a definite improvement. I told her my wishes to NOT have the epidural, so she sent me on a walk for a few hours. If I'd wanted drugs, she would have admitted me then, but she wanted me to be able to get my body working the way it needed to before admitting me as an epidural-refusing patient.
Around 1pm we returned to the hospital. At that point I was 5cm, 100% effaced and was admitted. I walked the halls, found comfortable positions on the bed, and just got myself as relaxed as I could. Around 4, the contractions started to become extremely painful and more regular. The pressure when I was standing was intense, and it felt like she was about to come out. I was checked and was 7cm and -1 station. The midwife and my nurse suggested some positions to help me get the baby to come lower and put pressure on my cervix, and OH MAN did those positions put pressure on me! It was so unbearable that I couldn't do it for very long and had to half lie/half sit on the bed to get through the contractions. It slowed the contractions down, but when they came they hit HARD.
At 6 I started swearing and telling Hazen to call the nurse, I wanted the epidural. He asked me repeatedly if I was sure, then called the nurse for me. The nurse came in and also asked me several times if I was sure. I remember her saying "I don't want you to be upset about it tomorrow. You've made it so far." I told her I was sure, I just wanted it...and then I said "Well, can you check me first?", knowing I would have been very angry at myself if I got to the end and then wanted one. She agreed, but before she could the anesthesiologist came to the door. She and the midwife told him I wouldn't be needing him (they could tell by the sounds I was making that I was close). They checked me and I was still only at an 8, but I was completely losing my resolve at that point. They broke my water for me at that point, thinking that it would likely cause the baby to come very quickly. I wanted everything to stop, I didn't want to do it anymore, I was DONE. I think my midwife knew that I was doubting myself, so she had me try a few different positions, like all-fours and squatting. I felt so badly like I needed to push, but I knew it was too early. My midwife told me to push enough to get the edge off, so I did. Before long, I was screaming, and pushing, and really not myself at all. She told me I could push through the contractions, that it being my second baby my cervix didn't have to be completely dilated. When I was contracting and pushing, there was only a tiny lip of cervix left around baby's head that she could push away.
Once the pushing started, I knew I had to just do it. It hurt so much, and the infamous "ring of fire" is no joke! I was so afraid that if I stopped, that would be it. I wouldn't be able to finish. The motivation to push when there are no pain meds is amazing. It hurts so unbelievably to do it, but you logically know that the only way to get through the pain is to push through it. So even though it hurt more than anything I have ever done in my life, I pushed and I pushed until I could feel her come out. It was amazing looking down and seeing her tiny little body right there. I gave one final small push and out she came! I only pushed for 13 minutes, and Teagan Ella was born at 7:03pm (less than an hour after I started begging for my epidural) weighing 7lbs, 9oz and 20 1/2 inches long.
It turns out that the little miss was a "Full OP" meaning completely posterior aka "sunny side up". I didn't fully understand what that meant, but all of the nurses and the midwife were talking very excitedly about it and talking about how amazing it was that I did it drug free, without tearing (I had two "skid marks" but they don't even burn when I pee), and with only 13 minutes of pushing. After doing research, posterior babies tend to cause longer labors (17 hours for me), more often require Pitocin to stimulate contractions (my contractions were sometimes pretty spaced out), take longer to push out, and have more risk of tearing/episiotomy. Back labor is also suspected to be more common, which I did have. The back pain was completely cancelled out by the extreme pressure at the end, though! It made me feel better finding out that I had a difficult positioned baby. For one, I didn't think I'd ever try a natural birth again. Now, knowing that it was harder than the next probably will be (if there is a next), I may just give it another go. Also, I watched natural births online. I read stories of people's natural births. I read books. I had an image in my head of how mine would be (and how I would behave during it!) and let's just say that my birth is not probably one that should be viewed by anyone considering going without the epidural! I'm pretty sure I would have swayed several to go the other way.
She has been a fantastic nurser from only a few minutes old. Her latch is flawfless, and she is pretty easy to convince to eat. As of yet (two days) I don't have to use the mean tricks I used with Ian (cold washcloths, for one) to convince her to wake enough to eat. Sometimes she falls asleep during a feed, but she usually goes long enough that I don't worry about it and I just know that she will be ready to eat a little sooner than usual next time. It hasn't been a big deal, and the more often we nurse, the quicker my milk will come in. Going to bed last night, 24 hours after her birth, my breasts were already becoming engorged. I don't have my fully mature milk yet, but it's definitely not just colostrum anymore.
Overall, it was a great experience. It was fantastic going into labor on my own--so exciting! And it does feel really good to look back and know that my body was fully capable of delivering her without intervention or pain-relief and that, for the most part, I was mentally able to do it, too. And recovery was so easy--no waiting to walk or use the bathroom, no catheters, no bedpans, I was able to eat immediately afterwards which was great.
She looks exactly like her big brother did at birth (though a bit smaller!). It's unreal!
From the time I went to bed Saturday night (March 26) I was having some painful contractions that were waking me up. I was so tired, that I just kept noticing them as more of an irritant and inconvenience and then falling right back to sleep. Around 2am, they started to get more painful and more frequent. At first I thought "What is going on?? Why won't this stop??" and then I finally woke up enough to realize I was probably in the beginnings of labor. I got out of bed so I wouldn't disturb Hazen (I was too wound to sleep once I realized what was going on anyway), and just relaxed on the computer and watching TV. In that time, I had a couple of loose BMs and realized we would probably be meeting our baby girl that day.
At that point, I decided I should try to get some sleep. Since I was hoping to go without an epidural, I knew there would be no chance to rest once labor really hit. I took a nice hot shower, and then I laid back down around 5am and managed to doze between contractions, which were about every 8 minutes at that point. Finally around 8, I decided it was time to get everyone out of bed, call our friend who was watching Ian, and start getting ready to head to the hospital. We got everyone fed (I just had some fruit, water, whole wheat toast, and a yogurt so as not to upset my stomach), loaded up the car, and headed out to drop Ian off. The contractions were about every 3-4 minutes in the car, and it was SO HARD to get comfortable during them while sitting upright.
We got to the hospital around 9:30, I was hooked up to the monitors, and right away the contractions started to slow down. They were registering as pretty powerful, but they were few and far between. The midwife came to check me then, and I was 4cm and 100% effaced. Baby was at 0 station. On Wednesday (I had an episode of "false" labor) I was checked and told I was 2cm, 50%, and at +2, so this was a definite improvement. I told her my wishes to NOT have the epidural, so she sent me on a walk for a few hours. If I'd wanted drugs, she would have admitted me then, but she wanted me to be able to get my body working the way it needed to before admitting me as an epidural-refusing patient.
Around 1pm we returned to the hospital. At that point I was 5cm, 100% effaced and was admitted. I walked the halls, found comfortable positions on the bed, and just got myself as relaxed as I could. Around 4, the contractions started to become extremely painful and more regular. The pressure when I was standing was intense, and it felt like she was about to come out. I was checked and was 7cm and -1 station. The midwife and my nurse suggested some positions to help me get the baby to come lower and put pressure on my cervix, and OH MAN did those positions put pressure on me! It was so unbearable that I couldn't do it for very long and had to half lie/half sit on the bed to get through the contractions. It slowed the contractions down, but when they came they hit HARD.
At 6 I started swearing and telling Hazen to call the nurse, I wanted the epidural. He asked me repeatedly if I was sure, then called the nurse for me. The nurse came in and also asked me several times if I was sure. I remember her saying "I don't want you to be upset about it tomorrow. You've made it so far." I told her I was sure, I just wanted it...and then I said "Well, can you check me first?", knowing I would have been very angry at myself if I got to the end and then wanted one. She agreed, but before she could the anesthesiologist came to the door. She and the midwife told him I wouldn't be needing him (they could tell by the sounds I was making that I was close). They checked me and I was still only at an 8, but I was completely losing my resolve at that point. They broke my water for me at that point, thinking that it would likely cause the baby to come very quickly. I wanted everything to stop, I didn't want to do it anymore, I was DONE. I think my midwife knew that I was doubting myself, so she had me try a few different positions, like all-fours and squatting. I felt so badly like I needed to push, but I knew it was too early. My midwife told me to push enough to get the edge off, so I did. Before long, I was screaming, and pushing, and really not myself at all. She told me I could push through the contractions, that it being my second baby my cervix didn't have to be completely dilated. When I was contracting and pushing, there was only a tiny lip of cervix left around baby's head that she could push away.
Once the pushing started, I knew I had to just do it. It hurt so much, and the infamous "ring of fire" is no joke! I was so afraid that if I stopped, that would be it. I wouldn't be able to finish. The motivation to push when there are no pain meds is amazing. It hurts so unbelievably to do it, but you logically know that the only way to get through the pain is to push through it. So even though it hurt more than anything I have ever done in my life, I pushed and I pushed until I could feel her come out. It was amazing looking down and seeing her tiny little body right there. I gave one final small push and out she came! I only pushed for 13 minutes, and Teagan Ella was born at 7:03pm (less than an hour after I started begging for my epidural) weighing 7lbs, 9oz and 20 1/2 inches long.
It turns out that the little miss was a "Full OP" meaning completely posterior aka "sunny side up". I didn't fully understand what that meant, but all of the nurses and the midwife were talking very excitedly about it and talking about how amazing it was that I did it drug free, without tearing (I had two "skid marks" but they don't even burn when I pee), and with only 13 minutes of pushing. After doing research, posterior babies tend to cause longer labors (17 hours for me), more often require Pitocin to stimulate contractions (my contractions were sometimes pretty spaced out), take longer to push out, and have more risk of tearing/episiotomy. Back labor is also suspected to be more common, which I did have. The back pain was completely cancelled out by the extreme pressure at the end, though! It made me feel better finding out that I had a difficult positioned baby. For one, I didn't think I'd ever try a natural birth again. Now, knowing that it was harder than the next probably will be (if there is a next), I may just give it another go. Also, I watched natural births online. I read stories of people's natural births. I read books. I had an image in my head of how mine would be (and how I would behave during it!) and let's just say that my birth is not probably one that should be viewed by anyone considering going without the epidural! I'm pretty sure I would have swayed several to go the other way.
She has been a fantastic nurser from only a few minutes old. Her latch is flawfless, and she is pretty easy to convince to eat. As of yet (two days) I don't have to use the mean tricks I used with Ian (cold washcloths, for one) to convince her to wake enough to eat. Sometimes she falls asleep during a feed, but she usually goes long enough that I don't worry about it and I just know that she will be ready to eat a little sooner than usual next time. It hasn't been a big deal, and the more often we nurse, the quicker my milk will come in. Going to bed last night, 24 hours after her birth, my breasts were already becoming engorged. I don't have my fully mature milk yet, but it's definitely not just colostrum anymore.
Overall, it was a great experience. It was fantastic going into labor on my own--so exciting! And it does feel really good to look back and know that my body was fully capable of delivering her without intervention or pain-relief and that, for the most part, I was mentally able to do it, too. And recovery was so easy--no waiting to walk or use the bathroom, no catheters, no bedpans, I was able to eat immediately afterwards which was great.
She looks exactly like her big brother did at birth (though a bit smaller!). It's unreal!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Aaaaand...
I'm "overdue". Okay, maybe not REALLY, the average pregnancy is 38-42 weeks. But it still sucks to wake up pregnant on March 26 when you were "due" on March 25.
Oh well...just hoping she comes before Tuesday. I really don't want to schedule that induction.
Oh well...just hoping she comes before Tuesday. I really don't want to schedule that induction.
Friday, March 25, 2011
40 weeks!
Today is my "due date", but I don't think anyone bothered to inform the Little Miss of that fact.
I honestly still feel good. I enjoy being pregnant. Sleep sucks (but I know it's going to get worse, so I don't dwell on that!), peeing every 20 minutes sucks, rib and leg pain sucks, contractions that like to tease me suck. But overall, I really don't have it bad. Most of the pain is manageable. I can control the rib pain by leaning over my ball and rolling. The legs are fine as long as I'm sure to eat well during the day. The contractions are just getting me ready for the tough job that is coming. And there is only so much longer I get my baby completely and totally to myself.
Downsides: I wonder how big she is going to get. I haven't had any weight estimates done on her, which is fine, but her big brother was 8lbs at 39 weeks, 4 days. I feel that she is smaller, but I really don't know. And everyday is another day of growth for her (good for her, scary for mommy!). And, the most upsetting part, is that my stretchmark from Ian has started to grow and turn red. I know, I know, so what. But I enjoy my bikinis. And I made it 39 weeks without a single stretchmark (my boobs, rear, and thighs are all also unscathed...at least from this pregnancy...). So the sooner she comes out, the sooner that thing can stop it's growth.
I'm still having a hard time recognizing that I will have TWO children. Every night I give in and read "one more story" because I don't know if that will be the last night that I can cuddle with just my little man reading him his bedtime stories. I cave and go to the park more than I feel like because, again, I don't know if it's going to be the last time. Every weekend for the last few weeks I've wanted to take him somewhere because "it might be the last time as a family of three". I know we'll all adjust, and I know baby girl is going to fit into our family as seamlessly as Ian did, but knowing how much it's possible to love a little person makes it that much harder to believe that another little person can take the same amount of love from you without lessening it for the other one...if that makes sense. It's hard to be a hormonal, pregnant mommy sometimes...somedays I'm just sad and feel like I'm ruining my little boy's entire world, which I know is silly even when I think about it. Last night he helped me put away clothes for "baby sister" and he did it so happily and willingly (he put socks in with the diapers because he decided that was the best spot for them; they are still there because he was just too darn cute while he was doing it).
Soon enough the little girl will be here. And soon enough we'll all adjust and be fine.
I honestly still feel good. I enjoy being pregnant. Sleep sucks (but I know it's going to get worse, so I don't dwell on that!), peeing every 20 minutes sucks, rib and leg pain sucks, contractions that like to tease me suck. But overall, I really don't have it bad. Most of the pain is manageable. I can control the rib pain by leaning over my ball and rolling. The legs are fine as long as I'm sure to eat well during the day. The contractions are just getting me ready for the tough job that is coming. And there is only so much longer I get my baby completely and totally to myself.
Downsides: I wonder how big she is going to get. I haven't had any weight estimates done on her, which is fine, but her big brother was 8lbs at 39 weeks, 4 days. I feel that she is smaller, but I really don't know. And everyday is another day of growth for her (good for her, scary for mommy!). And, the most upsetting part, is that my stretchmark from Ian has started to grow and turn red. I know, I know, so what. But I enjoy my bikinis. And I made it 39 weeks without a single stretchmark (my boobs, rear, and thighs are all also unscathed...at least from this pregnancy...). So the sooner she comes out, the sooner that thing can stop it's growth.
I'm still having a hard time recognizing that I will have TWO children. Every night I give in and read "one more story" because I don't know if that will be the last night that I can cuddle with just my little man reading him his bedtime stories. I cave and go to the park more than I feel like because, again, I don't know if it's going to be the last time. Every weekend for the last few weeks I've wanted to take him somewhere because "it might be the last time as a family of three". I know we'll all adjust, and I know baby girl is going to fit into our family as seamlessly as Ian did, but knowing how much it's possible to love a little person makes it that much harder to believe that another little person can take the same amount of love from you without lessening it for the other one...if that makes sense. It's hard to be a hormonal, pregnant mommy sometimes...somedays I'm just sad and feel like I'm ruining my little boy's entire world, which I know is silly even when I think about it. Last night he helped me put away clothes for "baby sister" and he did it so happily and willingly (he put socks in with the diapers because he decided that was the best spot for them; they are still there because he was just too darn cute while he was doing it).
Soon enough the little girl will be here. And soon enough we'll all adjust and be fine.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Eventful evening
Yesterday I was bouncing on my ball when I suddenly started to feel a lot of pain and pressure that wasn't really letting up. I told Hazen we needed to go for a walk, so we all got ready and headed out for a short walk (I was in a bit of pain, so I cut it down from our normal 2-miler). Almost immediately, painful contractions started coming. They were starting low in my pelvis, then moving up through my entire abdomen and finishing in my back. They were right about two minutes apart and were all lasting well over a minute. We sat on a bench at the park to see if they would continue (they always stop if I change what I'm doing) and they kept right up through the sitting. We slowly made our way home, still painfully contracting every couple of minutes, and I went ahead and called our friend who will watch Ian on the big day to let her know what was going on. I decided to take a shower to see if that would stop the contractions, and it didn't. At that point, I had been feeling the pain and pressure for over two hours, so we decided to head into labor and delivery.
Between my friend's house and labor and delivery, the contractions started to space out and get less intense. I had a feeling I was going to be sent home. I got hooked up to the monitors, and I was having some strong contractions but they were far apart and getting shorter. The CNM came in to check me, and he decided that my midwife's 3cm and 80% effaced was closer to a 2cm and 50% effaced--I was sooo not happy to hear that! He was very young, so I'm sticking to my midwife's assessment...I liked hers better. :p
So I was sent home. The contractions have stopped, and now we're back to just waiting.
On the plus side, it looks like we have a place to live in Texas and we don't close on that until May 1. So we don't have to worry about being homeless and it's okay if she comes a little late because we have a little extra time to get down there anyway.
Between my friend's house and labor and delivery, the contractions started to space out and get less intense. I had a feeling I was going to be sent home. I got hooked up to the monitors, and I was having some strong contractions but they were far apart and getting shorter. The CNM came in to check me, and he decided that my midwife's 3cm and 80% effaced was closer to a 2cm and 50% effaced--I was sooo not happy to hear that! He was very young, so I'm sticking to my midwife's assessment...I liked hers better. :p
So I was sent home. The contractions have stopped, and now we're back to just waiting.
On the plus side, it looks like we have a place to live in Texas and we don't close on that until May 1. So we don't have to worry about being homeless and it's okay if she comes a little late because we have a little extra time to get down there anyway.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
39 week appointment
I had my appointment yesterday at 39 weeks, 4 days. Nothing too exciting to report--I am now 3cm and 80% effaced. Ms. S said I am progressing nicely, so that was nice to hear. I have my next appointment at 40 weeks, 4 days and we will get my induction on the books if I make it to that appointment...sigh. Ms. S says she doesn't expect to see me next week, though, so fingers crossed!
I had a lot of painful contractions after my appointment. We took a walk and they were coming every 2-3 minutes. Sitting down, they slowed to 5-6 minutes and were less painful. I had contractions all through the night, some woke me up. And this morning I woke up with a loose BM (sorry for the TMI) so I'm really hoping my body is gearing up to go into labor in the next day or two.
I'm going to spend most of the day relaxing and being careful to fill up on healthy, easy to digest foods. The kiddo and I are going to head out for a nice long walk this morning and hopefully we can get things moving along.
I had a lot of painful contractions after my appointment. We took a walk and they were coming every 2-3 minutes. Sitting down, they slowed to 5-6 minutes and were less painful. I had contractions all through the night, some woke me up. And this morning I woke up with a loose BM (sorry for the TMI) so I'm really hoping my body is gearing up to go into labor in the next day or two.
I'm going to spend most of the day relaxing and being careful to fill up on healthy, easy to digest foods. The kiddo and I are going to head out for a nice long walk this morning and hopefully we can get things moving along.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
39 weeks
The hormones are getting to me. It's been a little ridiculous. I've had random days over the last week where I just cry and cry and cry.
I haven't detailed what exactly is going on with us right now. I'm sure I've mentioned our upcoming move, but I haven't really explained it. Basically, the base we are on closed a couple of weeks ago. It has been taken over by the Army. Which means that a lot of the Air Force here no longer has jobs, including the vast majority of Hazen's squadron. So, his command wants us gone by April 15. But Baby Girl is due March 25. So making the move right after the baby is born is really stressful (we're moving 1400 miles). Plus, it's stressful if she comes by her due date...it gets much more stressful if she waits until 42 weeks (April 8!). Overall, I've been very calm about the situation, trusting that it will all work out and be fine. But this last week, I've had spurts of "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO????". Yesterday was one such day. I feel better now, but yesterday was like the end of the world. Hormones on top of stress...not good. :p
I'm still pregnant. Obviously. The anticipation is exciting, but, because of the move, stressful. I want her to come, but I'm also not sure if I'll ever be pregnant again. And I'm really not uncomfortable, at least not too bad. Yes, I have aches and pains and I'm not sleeping well. Yes, I have a tendency to freak out from the mood swings. And yes, I'd like to be able to not pee when I sneeze. But I just feel like this pregnancy has gone SO FAST that I really haven't had time to get tired of it. Looking back, it's been a long time. But being here at the end, it just seems like I slept through it.
Tonight is the "supermoon". I'm hoping that will get this labor thing started. I don't know how much truth there is in the full moon thing, but I did discover yesterday that Ian was born on a full moon. I did have Pitocin to help him along, but I was in labor and delivery for about six hours contracting every 5-7 minutes on my own before that happened (on the 8th...full moon was the 9th). So I wonder if I would have gone into full-blown labor by the 9th if we'd waited on the Pitocin (my blood pressure was high, fluid was low, and hubby was deploying in seven days). Who knows, but it's interesting.
I haven't detailed what exactly is going on with us right now. I'm sure I've mentioned our upcoming move, but I haven't really explained it. Basically, the base we are on closed a couple of weeks ago. It has been taken over by the Army. Which means that a lot of the Air Force here no longer has jobs, including the vast majority of Hazen's squadron. So, his command wants us gone by April 15. But Baby Girl is due March 25. So making the move right after the baby is born is really stressful (we're moving 1400 miles). Plus, it's stressful if she comes by her due date...it gets much more stressful if she waits until 42 weeks (April 8!). Overall, I've been very calm about the situation, trusting that it will all work out and be fine. But this last week, I've had spurts of "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO????". Yesterday was one such day. I feel better now, but yesterday was like the end of the world. Hormones on top of stress...not good. :p
I'm still pregnant. Obviously. The anticipation is exciting, but, because of the move, stressful. I want her to come, but I'm also not sure if I'll ever be pregnant again. And I'm really not uncomfortable, at least not too bad. Yes, I have aches and pains and I'm not sleeping well. Yes, I have a tendency to freak out from the mood swings. And yes, I'd like to be able to not pee when I sneeze. But I just feel like this pregnancy has gone SO FAST that I really haven't had time to get tired of it. Looking back, it's been a long time. But being here at the end, it just seems like I slept through it.
Tonight is the "supermoon". I'm hoping that will get this labor thing started. I don't know how much truth there is in the full moon thing, but I did discover yesterday that Ian was born on a full moon. I did have Pitocin to help him along, but I was in labor and delivery for about six hours contracting every 5-7 minutes on my own before that happened (on the 8th...full moon was the 9th). So I wonder if I would have gone into full-blown labor by the 9th if we'd waited on the Pitocin (my blood pressure was high, fluid was low, and hubby was deploying in seven days). Who knows, but it's interesting.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
38 week appointment
Blah. That's really about all I can say about it. Three weeks ago I was 2cm and 60% effaced. Yesterday I was 2cm and 70% effaced. Total bummer to have had all those contractions and only effaced a tiny bit more. I'm doing all the "right" things: walking, sex, EPO, and all that for a 10% increase in effacement. I'm sure the next week will be more exciting, since I'm now full term and nearing my due date, but still...it was disappointing to hear 2cm!!
I did have my membranes stripped. That stretched me out to 2.5cm, so I'm technically more than a 2 now. It also caused me to bleed and cramp, but no real contractions. We DTD last night and I'm going to Sams Club in a bit to shop and walk (it's rainy out). The sun is supposed to come out this afternoon, and if it does I'll go for another walk outside. If the membrane stripping is going to do anything, it will be within the next 24 hours or so...if it works, it will be within 48 hours.
Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day and hubby has been thinking it will happen then because then he can't have a beer. I've been shooting for this Saturday since that's the full moon. Fingers crossed she comes somewhere between tomorrow and Saturday--that would be fantastic!
I did have my membranes stripped. That stretched me out to 2.5cm, so I'm technically more than a 2 now. It also caused me to bleed and cramp, but no real contractions. We DTD last night and I'm going to Sams Club in a bit to shop and walk (it's rainy out). The sun is supposed to come out this afternoon, and if it does I'll go for another walk outside. If the membrane stripping is going to do anything, it will be within the next 24 hours or so...if it works, it will be within 48 hours.
Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day and hubby has been thinking it will happen then because then he can't have a beer. I've been shooting for this Saturday since that's the full moon. Fingers crossed she comes somewhere between tomorrow and Saturday--that would be fantastic!
Monday, March 14, 2011
38 1/2 weeks
And I'm still (im)patiently waiting for this baby who as of three weeks ago "could come at anytime". Blah to that!
Not too much going on. The contractions are increasing and are actually getting to the point of being painful, so that is promising. I was getting a lot before that would just take my breath away or be uncomfortable, but they now start as low menstrual-like cramping and move up through my belly. I can usually walk through them (that's when they are most frequent, when I'm walking), but every so often they stop me. Of course as soon as I stop walking and lie down, they stop.
The other night (Saturday, I believe), I was getting painful contractions every 5-6 minutes for over an hour. They weren't lasting quite a minute, but they were happening so often I was getting hopeful that something was getting started...and then they stopped. Sigh. Hopefully this increase in activity is a sign that something more real will be starting soon!
Not too much going on. The contractions are increasing and are actually getting to the point of being painful, so that is promising. I was getting a lot before that would just take my breath away or be uncomfortable, but they now start as low menstrual-like cramping and move up through my belly. I can usually walk through them (that's when they are most frequent, when I'm walking), but every so often they stop me. Of course as soon as I stop walking and lie down, they stop.
The other night (Saturday, I believe), I was getting painful contractions every 5-6 minutes for over an hour. They weren't lasting quite a minute, but they were happening so often I was getting hopeful that something was getting started...and then they stopped. Sigh. Hopefully this increase in activity is a sign that something more real will be starting soon!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
37 week appointment
It was pretty uneventful. I saw someone other than my regular midwife, which is alright. She was nice and all, but I really love my midwife and she knows me and remembers me when I walk in.
I didn't get a cervical check. Protocol is 38 weeks and I was just shy of that...my regular midwife tends to round up for me, so I know she would have done it (she asked if I wanted it done last week). But that's alright...it's one more week for my body to make some progress so that I hopefully won't be disappointed by hearing I'm exactly where I was the last time!
My blood pressure cooperated this week, thank goodness. I gained three pounds this week, though...I think I was just making up for not gaining anything last week! My next appointment is next Tuesday (with my midwife...yay!).
I did get a quick ultrasound to verify that Baby Girl is head down. The midwife got to witness the lump that is on my right side and couldn't figure out if it was an elbow (that would be bad...that would be breech), or a knee. I had no idea what it was either, all I know is that it's uncomfortable and makes sleeping on the right side pretty much impossible. She tried to feel for her head on the outside and just absolutely could not find it--two weeks ago, Ms. S (my regular provider) could feel it just above my pelvis. So they wheeled in the portable machine and took a super quick look. They said her head is very low in my pelvis, which makes me happy. Even if I haven't dilated or effaced anymore, this is still some progress and she is getting herself ready for the big day. That was all I got to see in the ultrasound...just a quick look for the head, the round shape appeared, and that was the end. I was hoping to get a little bit of a look at my little girl (or verify that is, in fact, a girl!), but no such luck. Oh well...we'll be able to look in person soon enough.
Things are going well. I'm sore and tiring out quickly, but that's to be expected. No new stretch marks (knock on wood!). I am getting tired of people telling me how small I am (the lady who did the ultrasound even said it! I'm measuring 37 1/2 cm at 37 1/2 weeks...I am not small, I just carry differently!!). I've actually had people ask me if Ms. S is concerned that baby will be small (no) and if my son was small at birth (8lbs even, thank you very much...and I measured about a week BEHIND with him). I'm getting annoyed.
I didn't get a cervical check. Protocol is 38 weeks and I was just shy of that...my regular midwife tends to round up for me, so I know she would have done it (she asked if I wanted it done last week). But that's alright...it's one more week for my body to make some progress so that I hopefully won't be disappointed by hearing I'm exactly where I was the last time!
My blood pressure cooperated this week, thank goodness. I gained three pounds this week, though...I think I was just making up for not gaining anything last week! My next appointment is next Tuesday (with my midwife...yay!).
I did get a quick ultrasound to verify that Baby Girl is head down. The midwife got to witness the lump that is on my right side and couldn't figure out if it was an elbow (that would be bad...that would be breech), or a knee. I had no idea what it was either, all I know is that it's uncomfortable and makes sleeping on the right side pretty much impossible. She tried to feel for her head on the outside and just absolutely could not find it--two weeks ago, Ms. S (my regular provider) could feel it just above my pelvis. So they wheeled in the portable machine and took a super quick look. They said her head is very low in my pelvis, which makes me happy. Even if I haven't dilated or effaced anymore, this is still some progress and she is getting herself ready for the big day. That was all I got to see in the ultrasound...just a quick look for the head, the round shape appeared, and that was the end. I was hoping to get a little bit of a look at my little girl (or verify that is, in fact, a girl!), but no such luck. Oh well...we'll be able to look in person soon enough.
Things are going well. I'm sore and tiring out quickly, but that's to be expected. No new stretch marks (knock on wood!). I am getting tired of people telling me how small I am (the lady who did the ultrasound even said it! I'm measuring 37 1/2 cm at 37 1/2 weeks...I am not small, I just carry differently!!). I've actually had people ask me if Ms. S is concerned that baby will be small (no) and if my son was small at birth (8lbs even, thank you very much...and I measured about a week BEHIND with him). I'm getting annoyed.
Monday, March 7, 2011
37 (and a half-ish) weeks pregnant
I'm still doing well, but starting to get to that anxious "when is it going to happen??" stage. I've been having a lot of contractions, but still nothing regular. Yesterday during church they were starting in my back and wrapping around to the front, but those fizzled after awhile. I'm pretty sure that is a sign that something "real" is starting to happen and I probably don't have too much longer until I get to meet my little girl, but I also know it can still be a few days/couple of weeks.
I think what frustrates me is that as of 11 days ago, I know I have no mucus plug. Labor is generally within 3 days of losing that (ha!) but can take 2-3 weeks. Being at the 11th-day-after-finding-out-it's-gone point SHOULD mean no more than 10 days...right? RIGHT?? I really dislike all the pregnancy signs that could mean nothing or something. They don't bother me at all and I'm fully aware of them all until I get to this point. And then I'd just really like some kind of definite indicator that something is about to happen. I actually feel like I wouldn't care if my water broke in some embarrassing display at the store because at least then I would KNOW.
The nesting urge is strong right now...very strong. On Saturday, I spent the entire day cleaning and organizing Hazen's and my bedroom to make room for the baby. I even emptied out both closets, boxed up things we don't need, moved some of the baby's things into Hazen's closet (that really made him happy, haha), went through my clothes and made a donation pile...I've been busy. Yesterday, I put all the numbers in my cell phone into our address book (I had nightmares about it the night before, so it *had* to get done), cut up an old shirt to use as diaper liners for the meconium days, and made our emergency contact list and list of things to grab as we're running out that door that I can't pack in advance (pillow, IPod, birthing ball, make-up, etc). I would have done much more, but we had church and errands that took up a lot of my day...and totally wore me out. Today, my plan is to put together the broken dining room chair (long story), make my IPod playlist, load my IPod...and clean the house. Yes, the entire house. It's a mess and I can't stand it anymore. I know I need to be careful and not overdo it, and that I should be spending these last days resting, but the overwhelming urge to DO things is just too much. I know the baby isn't going to care if the house is a mess when we get her home, but gosh darn it I WILL! And I'm feeling good, so that has been helpful. I think she has dropped--breathing is easier, my rib pain is much less pronounced (thankfully...that was really awful), I can eat again, and my waddle is something impressive.
My next appointment is tomorrow at 5:00. I'm so nervous she will tell me I have made zero progress in the last two weeks. Again, I KNOW it doesn't matter (you can be 0cm and have your water break, or 4cm and hang on for days), but it would still be really nice to find out there has been some change. I'd be happy with a little more effacement...I don't even need another cm to be happy, but going from 60% to 70 or 80% effaced would be great. Just SOMETHING.
Off to get my stuff done...I need to fit a walk to the park in there somewhere, too, since it's supposed to be such a beautiful day.
I think what frustrates me is that as of 11 days ago, I know I have no mucus plug. Labor is generally within 3 days of losing that (ha!) but can take 2-3 weeks. Being at the 11th-day-after-finding-out-it's-gone point SHOULD mean no more than 10 days...right? RIGHT?? I really dislike all the pregnancy signs that could mean nothing or something. They don't bother me at all and I'm fully aware of them all until I get to this point. And then I'd just really like some kind of definite indicator that something is about to happen. I actually feel like I wouldn't care if my water broke in some embarrassing display at the store because at least then I would KNOW.
The nesting urge is strong right now...very strong. On Saturday, I spent the entire day cleaning and organizing Hazen's and my bedroom to make room for the baby. I even emptied out both closets, boxed up things we don't need, moved some of the baby's things into Hazen's closet (that really made him happy, haha), went through my clothes and made a donation pile...I've been busy. Yesterday, I put all the numbers in my cell phone into our address book (I had nightmares about it the night before, so it *had* to get done), cut up an old shirt to use as diaper liners for the meconium days, and made our emergency contact list and list of things to grab as we're running out that door that I can't pack in advance (pillow, IPod, birthing ball, make-up, etc). I would have done much more, but we had church and errands that took up a lot of my day...and totally wore me out. Today, my plan is to put together the broken dining room chair (long story), make my IPod playlist, load my IPod...and clean the house. Yes, the entire house. It's a mess and I can't stand it anymore. I know I need to be careful and not overdo it, and that I should be spending these last days resting, but the overwhelming urge to DO things is just too much. I know the baby isn't going to care if the house is a mess when we get her home, but gosh darn it I WILL! And I'm feeling good, so that has been helpful. I think she has dropped--breathing is easier, my rib pain is much less pronounced (thankfully...that was really awful), I can eat again, and my waddle is something impressive.
My next appointment is tomorrow at 5:00. I'm so nervous she will tell me I have made zero progress in the last two weeks. Again, I KNOW it doesn't matter (you can be 0cm and have your water break, or 4cm and hang on for days), but it would still be really nice to find out there has been some change. I'd be happy with a little more effacement...I don't even need another cm to be happy, but going from 60% to 70 or 80% effaced would be great. Just SOMETHING.
Off to get my stuff done...I need to fit a walk to the park in there somewhere, too, since it's supposed to be such a beautiful day.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
36 week, 4 day appointment
Overall it went well. I haven't gained any weight since my last appointment, which doesn't concern my midwife. I am sitting at a current weight gain of about 26 pounds, and she is happy with that. I'm sure the scale will move a little for me next week anyway. ;)
My blood pressure decided to go up, which was so disappointing! My BP with Ian was higher than was desirable for several months, but this pregnancy hasn't been a problem at all. I've been right around the 115-120/70 mark for the entire time. Yesterday, however, it was 137/82, quite a bit higher than it's been. Again, my midwife isn't too worried. I didn't have an excessive weight gain between appointments (actually, I technically went DOWN .3), no swelling, no headaches or dizziness. So we'll be watching to see what it does over the next weeks until delivery, but hopefully it's nothing to worry about. If I have nausea, vomitting, dizziness, or headaches I'm to call L&D, though.
I opted out of my cervical check. I'd rather wait another week to give me more time to progress...I would have been so disappointed to hear that I was exactly the same as last week, which is silly. I KNOW it doesn't mean much...you can be zero and have your water break an hour later or be 4cm for weeks...but it's still fun to hear that things are moving in the right direction.
And for some good news: GBS swab was negative. Woo-hoo!
My blood pressure decided to go up, which was so disappointing! My BP with Ian was higher than was desirable for several months, but this pregnancy hasn't been a problem at all. I've been right around the 115-120/70 mark for the entire time. Yesterday, however, it was 137/82, quite a bit higher than it's been. Again, my midwife isn't too worried. I didn't have an excessive weight gain between appointments (actually, I technically went DOWN .3), no swelling, no headaches or dizziness. So we'll be watching to see what it does over the next weeks until delivery, but hopefully it's nothing to worry about. If I have nausea, vomitting, dizziness, or headaches I'm to call L&D, though.
I opted out of my cervical check. I'd rather wait another week to give me more time to progress...I would have been so disappointed to hear that I was exactly the same as last week, which is silly. I KNOW it doesn't mean much...you can be zero and have your water break an hour later or be 4cm for weeks...but it's still fun to hear that things are moving in the right direction.
And for some good news: GBS swab was negative. Woo-hoo!
Sunday, February 27, 2011
I feel like an idiot...and updates.
One of the "big" things I wanted for this baby is a bouncy seat. It saved me with Ian since it was the only thing he would allow me to set him down in. It's not that I mind carrying a baby all the time, but sometimes I need to do things alone like shower or cook.
Well, yesterday I had a shower with my small group and got TONS of great things, but not a bouncy seat. So this morning I pulled up Craigslist, found a chair, asked if it was available, BOUGHT it, Hazen pointed out it was a bit dirty but I thought "no biggie...I don't mind cleaning something up a bit to save some money", get it home, take it apart to clean and discover: it's been jimmy-rigged, it's crooked, and the batteries left in the battery compartment had exploded. Oy.
I know better. I always ask what kind of condition something is in if it's not mentioned in the ad. I've gotten diapers online, and always ask "is there smoking in the house? What kind of shape is it in? Any staining? etc". But this time I asked NOTHING and feel like a big dummy. I can't even donate the thing is how bad of condition it's in...I would feel guilty forever.
I hope the Bebe au Lait nursing cover I ordered on eBay shows up in great shape or I'm going to lose it. As it is, I have to make a trip to the store tomorrow to buy a bouncy chair...again. Ugh.
In happier (?) news, I am having a lot of contractions. Sometimes they hurt quite a bit, sometimes I don't even notice them, and sometimes they are just enough to get my attention. But I am having several an hour every hour, so I'm hopeful that my body is getting geared up for labor. I'm still hoping and planning to make it to at least Friday (full term) but Baby Girl is more than welcome to make her appearance any time after that. Next appointment is Tuesday and I'm hopeful that I will have made some progress since last week. It will be a little disappointing to find out I haven't after all the contractions over the last few days.
Well, yesterday I had a shower with my small group and got TONS of great things, but not a bouncy seat. So this morning I pulled up Craigslist, found a chair, asked if it was available, BOUGHT it, Hazen pointed out it was a bit dirty but I thought "no biggie...I don't mind cleaning something up a bit to save some money", get it home, take it apart to clean and discover: it's been jimmy-rigged, it's crooked, and the batteries left in the battery compartment had exploded. Oy.
I know better. I always ask what kind of condition something is in if it's not mentioned in the ad. I've gotten diapers online, and always ask "is there smoking in the house? What kind of shape is it in? Any staining? etc". But this time I asked NOTHING and feel like a big dummy. I can't even donate the thing is how bad of condition it's in...I would feel guilty forever.
I hope the Bebe au Lait nursing cover I ordered on eBay shows up in great shape or I'm going to lose it. As it is, I have to make a trip to the store tomorrow to buy a bouncy chair...again. Ugh.
In happier (?) news, I am having a lot of contractions. Sometimes they hurt quite a bit, sometimes I don't even notice them, and sometimes they are just enough to get my attention. But I am having several an hour every hour, so I'm hopeful that my body is getting geared up for labor. I'm still hoping and planning to make it to at least Friday (full term) but Baby Girl is more than welcome to make her appearance any time after that. Next appointment is Tuesday and I'm hopeful that I will have made some progress since last week. It will be a little disappointing to find out I haven't after all the contractions over the last few days.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
36 week appointment
I had my 36-week appointment yesterday, and it was a little more exciting than I expected. Her head is very low, and during my external exam it was hard for my doctor to find. I was soooo afraid she was going to tell me that Little Miss is still breech! After that, I had my GBS swab and she checked me. I am 2cm and 60% effaced, which is more than either of us expected! I've been having some contractions, but most of them aren't painful. I have also lost my mucus plug, which surprised me. I've noticed little bits and pieces over the last couple of weeks, but none of the big chunks like I had with Ian.
I was told to not shower without the hubby being home in case I slip (she said something about if I hit my bottom, Little Girl's head is in the perfect spot to put me in labor), and to not grocery shop alone in case my water breaks. So I'm meant to take it easy for the next few weeks and make sure I have access to a driver if I'm going to be out and about. I'm also going to be seen weekly now.
I'm hoping she waits another 8 days so I get to 37 weeks and she is considered full term. I know odds are that she would be just fine now, but hitting 37 weeks would definitely be preferred. If I go into labor now, though, it won't be stopped--eeek!
I had a lot of contractions after getting home (I assumed the exam irritated my uterus a little bit), and then had quite a few during the night. Most weren't painful, but there were some that really got my attention and kept me from getting good sleep. They are less intense today, but she is moving around a lot and I'm feeling a lot of pressure in my cervix and some cramping in my legs.
My animals have been acting strange, which makes me a bit nervous. My dog has been following me more than usual for the last couple of weeks, but I didn't think anything of it. The cat, though, was really acting strangely last night. He usually sleeps at our feet or on the floor near the bed, but last night he kept curling up right next to my belly or up by my head, and he just purred the entire time. This morning, my dog whined outside the door while I was showering. I'm hoping they're not trying to tell me something.
I'm feeling a little panicky at the thought of going into labor soon, so I'm off to pick up a few things at the store (without the hubby...bad, bad, bad, but it's just the BX which Hazen could get to in about 5 minutes), and going to see about getting my hair cut since I really want that done before Little Miss gets here.
My belly from yesterday (35 weeks, 5 days):
I was told to not shower without the hubby being home in case I slip (she said something about if I hit my bottom, Little Girl's head is in the perfect spot to put me in labor), and to not grocery shop alone in case my water breaks. So I'm meant to take it easy for the next few weeks and make sure I have access to a driver if I'm going to be out and about. I'm also going to be seen weekly now.
I'm hoping she waits another 8 days so I get to 37 weeks and she is considered full term. I know odds are that she would be just fine now, but hitting 37 weeks would definitely be preferred. If I go into labor now, though, it won't be stopped--eeek!
I had a lot of contractions after getting home (I assumed the exam irritated my uterus a little bit), and then had quite a few during the night. Most weren't painful, but there were some that really got my attention and kept me from getting good sleep. They are less intense today, but she is moving around a lot and I'm feeling a lot of pressure in my cervix and some cramping in my legs.
My animals have been acting strange, which makes me a bit nervous. My dog has been following me more than usual for the last couple of weeks, but I didn't think anything of it. The cat, though, was really acting strangely last night. He usually sleeps at our feet or on the floor near the bed, but last night he kept curling up right next to my belly or up by my head, and he just purred the entire time. This morning, my dog whined outside the door while I was showering. I'm hoping they're not trying to tell me something.
I'm feeling a little panicky at the thought of going into labor soon, so I'm off to pick up a few things at the store (without the hubby...bad, bad, bad, but it's just the BX which Hazen could get to in about 5 minutes), and going to see about getting my hair cut since I really want that done before Little Miss gets here.
My belly from yesterday (35 weeks, 5 days):
Sunday, February 20, 2011
35 weeks and time to start chilling out
I am really active. I am constantly going, and if I get an idea in my head, I have to see it through. Yesterday, I decided to deep clean the house. I pulled out the steam cleaner and everything (for the record, my house smells very fresh and clean today!).
A couple of hours into my cleaning, I started to get a little light headed. I figured it was because I hadn't had enough water, so went to grab my water glass. As soon as I reached for it, I had this feeling like I was going to pass out and/or throw up. I sat down on the floor with my knees apart and took several deep breaths, and felt better in a couple of minutes.
This morning I'm just sitting at the computer but I'm hot, I'm thirsty, and I just feel "off". I guess it's time to start relaxing more, paying more attention to my food and fluid needs, and letting my boys do more (and not let it get to me if my house doesn't look perfect!). It really annoys me to not be able to do everything I'm used to, even though I logically know this is temporary, and I need to get as much rest as I can before the baby comes...there will be no rest with a newborn and a 4-year-old!
A couple of hours into my cleaning, I started to get a little light headed. I figured it was because I hadn't had enough water, so went to grab my water glass. As soon as I reached for it, I had this feeling like I was going to pass out and/or throw up. I sat down on the floor with my knees apart and took several deep breaths, and felt better in a couple of minutes.
This morning I'm just sitting at the computer but I'm hot, I'm thirsty, and I just feel "off". I guess it's time to start relaxing more, paying more attention to my food and fluid needs, and letting my boys do more (and not let it get to me if my house doesn't look perfect!). It really annoys me to not be able to do everything I'm used to, even though I logically know this is temporary, and I need to get as much rest as I can before the baby comes...there will be no rest with a newborn and a 4-year-old!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
This is getting expensive
Being pregnant. Being VERY pregnant. This third trimester has been very similar to Ian's...I want sugar. Lots and lots and lots of sugar. And I buy sugar. Lots and lots and lots of sugar. Ice cream. Chocolate. Processed cupcakes. And today I really want a gigantic Starbucks machiatto. I don't need one. I really shouldn't have one. Caffeine makes me feel awful (pregnant or not...it's just not something I have regularly). But nothing sounds better than a big ol' sugar loaded coffee. I suppose it's good the hubby is at work and I don't feel like getting the kid ready to go out. My craving may go unsatisfied tonight.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Nesting!!
A couple of days ago, I got the HUUUUUGE urge to get everything ready for baby. To the point that I was panicked about it because there was really nothing I could do. I didn't have any of my storage items for her, so washing everything was pointless with no storage (as I explained in my previous post).
So, I went out and bought all the storage items on my registry. I kept the receipts so if I get anything, I can easily return the shower item and keep the stuff I bought. Easy-peasy. And then I cleaned. and cleaned. and cleaned.
All diapers are prepped and put away (at least the ones we'll need for the first few weeks...did both the newborn and small prefolds, need to wash the newborn and small pockets and AIOs still, though). All newborn and 0-3 months clothes are washed and put away. Both of our hospital bags are almost completely packed. The only things missing from mine are my Lansinoh Lanolin (went to both Target and BRU...BOTH were sold out! Is there a Lansinoh shortage I should know about???) and a nursing nightgown. I refuse to spend a fortune on a nightgown I'm going to bleed all over (sorry for the TMI!), so am now in search of something not specifically nursing but that will allow easy access while in the hospital. Baby Girl's bag is almost completely done, I just need to wash her blankets and stuff those in there. Today I will wash the car seat cover and scrub down the plastic pieces. I've been putting it off because I HATE getting the covers back on car seats. Off is pretty easy...back on? Notsomuch.
And, of course, I have a small vent. Target has a system where if you buy certain items, it causes certain coupons to be spit out with your receipts. I bought nursing pads. The coupon that comes from nursing pads is for Enfamil formula. What??? I would think that nursing pads yell "I'm going to breastfeed!". I don't know if it's Target, the companies, or a combination that decide when a coupon should come out, but it's maddening! Women are told that breast is best but formula is just as good (watch a commercial..."such and such added to be more like breastmilk"). Hospitals take babies and give them formula, often without mother's permission. And breastpads envoke formula coupons? It totally screamed "good for you and your silly breastfeeding plans. In case that fails, here are some formula coupons. Breastfeeding is HARD you know" to me. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but seriously. That stuff makes me MAD.
A funnier coupon happened when I bought my little bag of Depends for after the birth. I have a coupon for more Depends now, though I don't plan on making those a regular part of my life for at least a couple more years. ;)
So, I went out and bought all the storage items on my registry. I kept the receipts so if I get anything, I can easily return the shower item and keep the stuff I bought. Easy-peasy. And then I cleaned. and cleaned. and cleaned.
All diapers are prepped and put away (at least the ones we'll need for the first few weeks...did both the newborn and small prefolds, need to wash the newborn and small pockets and AIOs still, though). All newborn and 0-3 months clothes are washed and put away. Both of our hospital bags are almost completely packed. The only things missing from mine are my Lansinoh Lanolin (went to both Target and BRU...BOTH were sold out! Is there a Lansinoh shortage I should know about???) and a nursing nightgown. I refuse to spend a fortune on a nightgown I'm going to bleed all over (sorry for the TMI!), so am now in search of something not specifically nursing but that will allow easy access while in the hospital. Baby Girl's bag is almost completely done, I just need to wash her blankets and stuff those in there. Today I will wash the car seat cover and scrub down the plastic pieces. I've been putting it off because I HATE getting the covers back on car seats. Off is pretty easy...back on? Notsomuch.
And, of course, I have a small vent. Target has a system where if you buy certain items, it causes certain coupons to be spit out with your receipts. I bought nursing pads. The coupon that comes from nursing pads is for Enfamil formula. What??? I would think that nursing pads yell "I'm going to breastfeed!". I don't know if it's Target, the companies, or a combination that decide when a coupon should come out, but it's maddening! Women are told that breast is best but formula is just as good (watch a commercial..."such and such added to be more like breastmilk"). Hospitals take babies and give them formula, often without mother's permission. And breastpads envoke formula coupons? It totally screamed "good for you and your silly breastfeeding plans. In case that fails, here are some formula coupons. Breastfeeding is HARD you know" to me. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but seriously. That stuff makes me MAD.
A funnier coupon happened when I bought my little bag of Depends for after the birth. I have a coupon for more Depends now, though I don't plan on making those a regular part of my life for at least a couple more years. ;)
Friday, February 4, 2011
33 weeks
Starting to get things into high gear now. Realizing I should probably wash at least some of Baby Girl's things...prep some diapers...clean the car seat...something. I was DONE at this point with Ian. I'm honestly just holding off because I have a kinda-shower at the end of the month. My small group at church is having a combined shower for all of us who have had or are expecting babies in the last few/next few months. I have some storage items that I really need on my registry, but don't want to buy them before the shower (if someone else will buy them, that's all the better!). But without storage, I have nowhere to put anything...I don't want to just put the washed clothing and diapers back into a box. That seems really counterproductive.
I have started packing our hospital bags. That has been relatively easy this time. Last time I didn't have a clue what I was doing. This time, I have a decent idea of what I'll want and need...and what I won't. Hoping to track down a nursing nightgown and some bras today. Finding them in my size for a reasonable price has been difficult.
I have no idea what position this baby is in. I am terrified of getting to my 36 week appointment and being told she is butt down. A c-section is the ABSOLUTE WORST CASE scenario. It would be bad enough if we were a normal, non-PCSing family, but moving 1400 miles in mid-late April would make it that much worse (within weeks of her birth). Driving would be a nightmare. I'm feeling movement all over the place, and there seems to be limbs in awkward areas. I'm checking out the Spinning Babies website and plan to start those exercises this week. But I hope she is head-down...we are getting to the wire as far as how much time she has to turn.
I'm in pain and uncomfortable, but I'm still not "done" being pregnant. This pregnancy has FLOWN by, and I don't feel ready at all. I don't know if I've even accepted that I will be having a little girl next month...it's a little scary! And I have all these big plans for how things are going to go--cloth diapering is going to go great, I'm going to learn to breastfeed using a wrap so that I can keep my hands free to spend time with Ian. My biggest worry is definitely not being able to give Ian the time and attention that he still needs. I'm hoping that being able to involve him in everything will help with the transition for him, but I still have serious mommy-guilt about the whole bringing a new sibling into his life thing. He does seem excited about it, though. He tells me "I want to hug Baby Sister. But not too hard. I can't squeeze. That would hurt Baby Sister. And she can sleep in my bed if she wants." He is so sweet, I really can't wait to see him with her and to watch him be her protector as they get older.
Well, the kiddo is not taking kindly to my blogging this morning...I promised him we would bake some cupcakes and that we would go to the store today, so I should get to that. He keeps bringing me the cupcake cups; this last time they were no longer in their wrapper. I will close with pictures of the belly, taken yesterday at 32 weeks, 6 days. So far, I still only have the belly button piercing stretchmark I got with Ian. Let's hope it stays that way!
I have started packing our hospital bags. That has been relatively easy this time. Last time I didn't have a clue what I was doing. This time, I have a decent idea of what I'll want and need...and what I won't. Hoping to track down a nursing nightgown and some bras today. Finding them in my size for a reasonable price has been difficult.
I have no idea what position this baby is in. I am terrified of getting to my 36 week appointment and being told she is butt down. A c-section is the ABSOLUTE WORST CASE scenario. It would be bad enough if we were a normal, non-PCSing family, but moving 1400 miles in mid-late April would make it that much worse (within weeks of her birth). Driving would be a nightmare. I'm feeling movement all over the place, and there seems to be limbs in awkward areas. I'm checking out the Spinning Babies website and plan to start those exercises this week. But I hope she is head-down...we are getting to the wire as far as how much time she has to turn.
I'm in pain and uncomfortable, but I'm still not "done" being pregnant. This pregnancy has FLOWN by, and I don't feel ready at all. I don't know if I've even accepted that I will be having a little girl next month...it's a little scary! And I have all these big plans for how things are going to go--cloth diapering is going to go great, I'm going to learn to breastfeed using a wrap so that I can keep my hands free to spend time with Ian. My biggest worry is definitely not being able to give Ian the time and attention that he still needs. I'm hoping that being able to involve him in everything will help with the transition for him, but I still have serious mommy-guilt about the whole bringing a new sibling into his life thing. He does seem excited about it, though. He tells me "I want to hug Baby Sister. But not too hard. I can't squeeze. That would hurt Baby Sister. And she can sleep in my bed if she wants." He is so sweet, I really can't wait to see him with her and to watch him be her protector as they get older.
Well, the kiddo is not taking kindly to my blogging this morning...I promised him we would bake some cupcakes and that we would go to the store today, so I should get to that. He keeps bringing me the cupcake cups; this last time they were no longer in their wrapper. I will close with pictures of the belly, taken yesterday at 32 weeks, 6 days. So far, I still only have the belly button piercing stretchmark I got with Ian. Let's hope it stays that way!
Friday, January 28, 2011
32 weeks
32 weeks today...only about 8 weeks to go!
I had my appointment on Wednesday. I gained 4.8 pounds since my last appointment, so my weight gain seems to be right on track (I've really worried that I haven't been gaining enough with this pregnancy...I'm up 20.8 pounds, though, so I should definitely hit the 25-35 pound goal). My blood pressure is still PERFECT which is an absolute shock and blessing. I'm sure the stress of Hazen's upcoming deployment and not knowing if Ian would be born before he left had an influence on that last time, though.
I forgot to ask what position she is in, which really frustrates me. I think I'm going to start some of the "spinning babies" exercises anyway. Couldn't hurt, even if she is head down, right? The things I feel are odd, and I just can't figure out what I'm feeling. Her hiccups are extremely low in my abdomen, just above my pelvis. I can feel a lump at the top of my uterus, but haven't been able to figure out if it's her head or her bottom. Supposedly if you push on the head, that will be the only thing to move. If you push on the bottom, the entire body will move. I have a stubborn baby, and if I push on it, nothing moves. I also have some body part wrapped around my right side which is not comfortable. It's long and hard, so I'm guessing a leg or an arm. But I really have no idea.
I am feeling nervous about a c-section. I don't know why I'm feeling that way this time...the thought never even crossed my mind with Little Man. I'm hoping that my worry about it isn't some sign that it's going to happen. I am really wanting a "natural" birth this time...no labor inducing drugs, freedom to walk around, bounce on my ball, use the bathroom, no pain meds. So maybe that is increasing my worry that I'll need a c-section? Plus, the fact that we will be moving so shortly after her birth (she's due March 25...we are likely moving mid-late April) means that a c-section CAN NOT happen. I need to be able to drive, and so I think I'm worrying about that possibility, too. I need to take a breath and think positively...pheeeeew.
I'm ordering the last of my newborn-15 pounds diapers next week. I can't wait to get it ALL and take pictures of my entire stash. I have quite a bit already, but am missing some necessities (diaper covers, for example!). In my cart is 24 small GMD (Green Mountain Diapers) prefolds, 5 Thirsties Duo covers, two pail liners, pins, Snappis, one small AIO (all-in-one) Bum Genius, and two medium AIO Bum Genius. That combined with all the goodies I have (and my 13 one-size pockets that will be usable around 10 pounds) should have us mostly set with our diapers. So far, the grand total for cloth diapering is $319. I still need to get a few more pockets, and I will likely pick up some fitteds and more covers along the way, but since I have the VAST majority of my diapering supplies now (or will once I place next week's order!), I think it's safe to say that we will save a significant amount of money by using cloth over disposables. I am SO EXCITED to never have to think "do we need diapers?" when we walk into the grocery store.
My next appointment is February 23. At that point, I get my super fun GBS test done (yay) and will be checked for dilation. I cannot believe that at my next appointment, I am going to be checked. It just seems way too soon...I'm in complete denial that I am this close to being a mommy of two!
I had my appointment on Wednesday. I gained 4.8 pounds since my last appointment, so my weight gain seems to be right on track (I've really worried that I haven't been gaining enough with this pregnancy...I'm up 20.8 pounds, though, so I should definitely hit the 25-35 pound goal). My blood pressure is still PERFECT which is an absolute shock and blessing. I'm sure the stress of Hazen's upcoming deployment and not knowing if Ian would be born before he left had an influence on that last time, though.
I forgot to ask what position she is in, which really frustrates me. I think I'm going to start some of the "spinning babies" exercises anyway. Couldn't hurt, even if she is head down, right? The things I feel are odd, and I just can't figure out what I'm feeling. Her hiccups are extremely low in my abdomen, just above my pelvis. I can feel a lump at the top of my uterus, but haven't been able to figure out if it's her head or her bottom. Supposedly if you push on the head, that will be the only thing to move. If you push on the bottom, the entire body will move. I have a stubborn baby, and if I push on it, nothing moves. I also have some body part wrapped around my right side which is not comfortable. It's long and hard, so I'm guessing a leg or an arm. But I really have no idea.
I am feeling nervous about a c-section. I don't know why I'm feeling that way this time...the thought never even crossed my mind with Little Man. I'm hoping that my worry about it isn't some sign that it's going to happen. I am really wanting a "natural" birth this time...no labor inducing drugs, freedom to walk around, bounce on my ball, use the bathroom, no pain meds. So maybe that is increasing my worry that I'll need a c-section? Plus, the fact that we will be moving so shortly after her birth (she's due March 25...we are likely moving mid-late April) means that a c-section CAN NOT happen. I need to be able to drive, and so I think I'm worrying about that possibility, too. I need to take a breath and think positively...pheeeeew.
I'm ordering the last of my newborn-15 pounds diapers next week. I can't wait to get it ALL and take pictures of my entire stash. I have quite a bit already, but am missing some necessities (diaper covers, for example!). In my cart is 24 small GMD (Green Mountain Diapers) prefolds, 5 Thirsties Duo covers, two pail liners, pins, Snappis, one small AIO (all-in-one) Bum Genius, and two medium AIO Bum Genius. That combined with all the goodies I have (and my 13 one-size pockets that will be usable around 10 pounds) should have us mostly set with our diapers. So far, the grand total for cloth diapering is $319. I still need to get a few more pockets, and I will likely pick up some fitteds and more covers along the way, but since I have the VAST majority of my diapering supplies now (or will once I place next week's order!), I think it's safe to say that we will save a significant amount of money by using cloth over disposables. I am SO EXCITED to never have to think "do we need diapers?" when we walk into the grocery store.
My next appointment is February 23. At that point, I get my super fun GBS test done (yay) and will be checked for dilation. I cannot believe that at my next appointment, I am going to be checked. It just seems way too soon...I'm in complete denial that I am this close to being a mommy of two!
Friday, January 14, 2011
30 weeks!!
It's very exciting to hit the 30-week mark. It seems like things slowed down quite a bit once the holidays ended, but then I realized it's already mid-January...things are going to go fast now.
I'm feeling pretty well. The aches and pains are really picking up, sleeping is a joke since I'm up every 1-2 hours to either adjust position or pee, and the mood swings are starting to hit again (sorry, Babe!), but overall I'm doing fine. Nothing has me at that "I'm done" point, that's for sure. And I'm still not doing that silly thing pregnant women do where they think they'll get more sleep once the baby is out...I'm hoping I don't start to get that crazy thought again (definitely had it with Ian!).
Some pics of me (and one with my little man who isn't feeling well) today:
I am starting to hit panic-mode a little bit. I was a couple of weeks ago, but being in the 30 week range and knowing she could healthily come in as little as 7 weeks...eek! Still haven't bought her any clothing, poor thing, though I did find some really cute little newborn hoodies at Target that I'm going to pick up. Took everything I had to put them back down the other day. We're doing Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace University and they were not in the budget...they are now, though. ;) Still have a few diapering necessities to pick up, too, but we are about ready for her in that regard.
I'm feeling pretty well. The aches and pains are really picking up, sleeping is a joke since I'm up every 1-2 hours to either adjust position or pee, and the mood swings are starting to hit again (sorry, Babe!), but overall I'm doing fine. Nothing has me at that "I'm done" point, that's for sure. And I'm still not doing that silly thing pregnant women do where they think they'll get more sleep once the baby is out...I'm hoping I don't start to get that crazy thought again (definitely had it with Ian!).
Some pics of me (and one with my little man who isn't feeling well) today:
I am starting to hit panic-mode a little bit. I was a couple of weeks ago, but being in the 30 week range and knowing she could healthily come in as little as 7 weeks...eek! Still haven't bought her any clothing, poor thing, though I did find some really cute little newborn hoodies at Target that I'm going to pick up. Took everything I had to put them back down the other day. We're doing Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace University and they were not in the budget...they are now, though. ;) Still have a few diapering necessities to pick up, too, but we are about ready for her in that regard.
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