I fell down the stairs this morning. Well, it wasn't really a fall. More like a slide.
One of the dogs woke me up wanting to go outside. I was half asleep (and wanted to stay that way so I might be able to go back to bed). As I walked down the stairs, I slipped and fell. It was only two or three steps, so not a big deal. And baby and mom were completely fine. I did, however, manage to get a pretty good scrap/bruise on my arm (where I caught it on the banister). And later on, I discovered a small scratch on my leg. Of course, it was bleeding a bit.
I've got to admit...it scared me more than anything. For one, it took me back to my big fall in May. I'm still dealing with the after effects of that one. While the worker's comp insurance company wasted no time in clearing me from my injuries, I'm still hurting a bit. There are areas of my upper tail bone/lower back that I still struggle with. They're easy to find. I scream in pain when Dan touches them...and they're still mushy (like it's a never-ending bruise that won't go away). But today's fall also convinced me I need to be more careful. I'm a klutz as it is. This pregnancy just makes me more of one.
Baby Richardt is due in early March. Follow the pregnancy from start to finish.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Breech
I suspect, but I don't know for sure, that our little one may have flipped. As of Dec. 17 (the date of our last appointment), he was definitely breech. But today I noticed a difference in my belly. While it used to be really easy to pick out his head (that was the area of my belly that stuck out really far and was really, really hard), it's a little bit more difficult now. There's still a lump, but it doesn't seem as large. It seems like it's more butt-like than head-like. That being said, I'm only guessing.
The kicks still seem to be coming from the same area; however, I feel a lot more comfortable today. It's easier to get up and down from a sitting position. I have a lot less aching pain. And I just feel different.
I might actually worry a bit if the baby wasn't taking every opportunity to remind me that he's still in there.
The kicks still seem to be coming from the same area; however, I feel a lot more comfortable today. It's easier to get up and down from a sitting position. I have a lot less aching pain. And I just feel different.
I might actually worry a bit if the baby wasn't taking every opportunity to remind me that he's still in there.
Update time
• As of today, I'm 29 weeks and 5 days along in this pregnancy. I could be a mom in 72 days (or 65 days if we're going with the fact that I'll probably be induced at 39 weeks).
• The nursery is coming along well, and the list of things we need to purchase before baby gets here is down to a very, very small list. Dan put together our rocker yesterday. The crib and changing table have been set up for months, and I folded and put away another load of clothes last night.
• I know this is a long way off, but I can't wait until Christmas next year. It was so fun watching my niece Kayla unwrap presents this year. I know next year our little one will be the same exact age. I'm so excited.
• We meet with the photographer who is going to be doing the little peanut's newborn session tomorrow night. I've checked out some of her work on her blog. It's fantastic. It will be so nice to have those lasting memories.
• What we're going to name our little one continues to be a big topic of conversation. Not for us, but for others. I think yesterday, alone, I was asked four or five times if we've picked a name out. Most people are very respectful when we tell them we have, but that we're not sharing. That's good. Some people like to provide advice. "Don't name him xxxxx." "Or my uncle's daughter's sister named her kid xxxx. I hope you don't do something like that." For the most part, I find it all pretty funny. While the name that we've picked is not in the top 25 boys names of the past few years, it is in the top 100. It's not that unusual, but it's not the most common name either. Months ago, when we first started telling people that we were expecting, we shared some name ideas with my grandma. On Christmas Eve, she told us that she liked all of them but one. The one she hated? Our back-up name. Good thing name No. 1 seems pretty secure at this point.
• Have I mentioned that I'm exhausted?
• No swelling in the feet or the hands yet, but I'm expecting that will start soon.
• Our next doctor's appointment is on Jan. 3. On Jan. 13, we have another ultrasound.
• We've finally signed up for classes. We'll be doing the all-day childbirth class on Jan. 22. And the transition/breastfeeding class on Feb. 7.
• The nursery is coming along well, and the list of things we need to purchase before baby gets here is down to a very, very small list. Dan put together our rocker yesterday. The crib and changing table have been set up for months, and I folded and put away another load of clothes last night.
• I know this is a long way off, but I can't wait until Christmas next year. It was so fun watching my niece Kayla unwrap presents this year. I know next year our little one will be the same exact age. I'm so excited.
• We meet with the photographer who is going to be doing the little peanut's newborn session tomorrow night. I've checked out some of her work on her blog. It's fantastic. It will be so nice to have those lasting memories.
• What we're going to name our little one continues to be a big topic of conversation. Not for us, but for others. I think yesterday, alone, I was asked four or five times if we've picked a name out. Most people are very respectful when we tell them we have, but that we're not sharing. That's good. Some people like to provide advice. "Don't name him xxxxx." "Or my uncle's daughter's sister named her kid xxxx. I hope you don't do something like that." For the most part, I find it all pretty funny. While the name that we've picked is not in the top 25 boys names of the past few years, it is in the top 100. It's not that unusual, but it's not the most common name either. Months ago, when we first started telling people that we were expecting, we shared some name ideas with my grandma. On Christmas Eve, she told us that she liked all of them but one. The one she hated? Our back-up name. Good thing name No. 1 seems pretty secure at this point.
• Have I mentioned that I'm exhausted?
• No swelling in the feet or the hands yet, but I'm expecting that will start soon.
• Our next doctor's appointment is on Jan. 3. On Jan. 13, we have another ultrasound.
• We've finally signed up for classes. We'll be doing the all-day childbirth class on Jan. 22. And the transition/breastfeeding class on Feb. 7.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
No sleep...again
I haven't really been sleeping. And it really has nothing to do with me being uncomfortable. For the most part, the physical part of sleeping is going well. Sure, it's not easy to roll over, and if I'm sleeping on my right side, my arms fall asleep. But still, it could be so much worse.
My biggest problem is my head. If I'm up, I stay awake. There's no falling asleep. And if I'm sleeping, I'm having nightmares. Strange ones. Last night, the last one I remember (and I say last one, because I know I have several a night) had to do with work.
I came to work and my co-workers had turned against me. They were making fun of me for being pregnant and saying that they don't think I should work here anymore. Then my boss told me he wanted me to cover a 12-hour concert event in the hot, summer heat. (nevermind that it's not even summer) I asked him if I could take breaks and he said no. I told him that I was pregnant and I didn't know if I could stay in the heat that long. And he said "Tough. I guess it's either cover the event or quit." He did however remind me not to have a drink of alcohol until I was done working. "But I can't even drink right now," I said.
As my co-workers chanted "Quit. Quit. Quit" I finally woke up.
My biggest problem is my head. If I'm up, I stay awake. There's no falling asleep. And if I'm sleeping, I'm having nightmares. Strange ones. Last night, the last one I remember (and I say last one, because I know I have several a night) had to do with work.
I came to work and my co-workers had turned against me. They were making fun of me for being pregnant and saying that they don't think I should work here anymore. Then my boss told me he wanted me to cover a 12-hour concert event in the hot, summer heat. (nevermind that it's not even summer) I asked him if I could take breaks and he said no. I told him that I was pregnant and I didn't know if I could stay in the heat that long. And he said "Tough. I guess it's either cover the event or quit." He did however remind me not to have a drink of alcohol until I was done working. "But I can't even drink right now," I said.
As my co-workers chanted "Quit. Quit. Quit" I finally woke up.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Completely touched
A week or so ago, I got an e-mail from my friend, Jackie, saying that she had just gotten me the best present for a momma-to-be that she could think of. She was excited, and I was excited to see what it was.
Well, when Dan and I got home from work tonight (we rarely get home at the same time; that was a victory in itself), a small package was waiting for us. I opened it up and there was a small box and a card. The card didn't give away what it was, so I quickly opened the box. I was shocked, touched and just plain old excited all at the same time.
Jackie bought us a newborn photo session with a local photographer. While it's totally something that she would think of, it was so generous of her that I immediately teared up a bit.
One of the things I really, really love about Jackie is that she totally recongizes what it took for us to get to this point. We didn't just start trying to have a baby one day. It took three years and a lot of tears. I've always felt like she understood those obstacles. Since she became a mom earlier this year, she probably understands it a little bit more. I think she also knew what that kind of gift would mean to Dan and I. It means that we get to document our son...forever. What a fantastic gift.
Well, when Dan and I got home from work tonight (we rarely get home at the same time; that was a victory in itself), a small package was waiting for us. I opened it up and there was a small box and a card. The card didn't give away what it was, so I quickly opened the box. I was shocked, touched and just plain old excited all at the same time.
Jackie bought us a newborn photo session with a local photographer. While it's totally something that she would think of, it was so generous of her that I immediately teared up a bit.
One of the things I really, really love about Jackie is that she totally recongizes what it took for us to get to this point. We didn't just start trying to have a baby one day. It took three years and a lot of tears. I've always felt like she understood those obstacles. Since she became a mom earlier this year, she probably understands it a little bit more. I think she also knew what that kind of gift would mean to Dan and I. It means that we get to document our son...forever. What a fantastic gift.
Ahh...sleep
I slept 10 hours last night. 10!
Dan and I were both falling asleep on the couch, so we decided to go to bed really early...at 8 p.m.
I'll admit, it did take me an hour or so to fall asleep. And I woke up several times in the middle of the night, only to lay there for at least 15 minutes before falling back to sleep. Still, I slept 10 hours!
It's been several years since I slept that long.
Dan and I were both falling asleep on the couch, so we decided to go to bed really early...at 8 p.m.
I'll admit, it did take me an hour or so to fall asleep. And I woke up several times in the middle of the night, only to lay there for at least 15 minutes before falling back to sleep. Still, I slept 10 hours!
It's been several years since I slept that long.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
And...it's back
The exhaustion has returned. I'll admit...I had hoped I'd be able to ride this second trimester energy surge a little longer. But when I got home from work this evening, I couldn't keep my eyes open. I napped off and on on the couch for about 30 minutes or so. Now, I'm debating on whether I should just head to bed.
I'm 28 weeks, 4 days along today. I think a combination of that, the time of year and how many things are going on and the stresses of work probably are to blame for my current state. Or maybe I'm just not getting enough sleep. Who knows.
I'm 28 weeks, 4 days along today. I think a combination of that, the time of year and how many things are going on and the stresses of work probably are to blame for my current state. Or maybe I'm just not getting enough sleep. Who knows.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Excitement
I just logged in and my ticker on the side says 81 days until baby is here. (if we go with the fact that my doctor said she'll likely induce at 39 weeks, it's more like 74). That's crazy.
It seems to be going so fast...and I'm getting excited. A few months ago, it seemed like we had so long to go. Now, it feels like it's right around the corner.
While we're prepared, I feel like there's so much to do before he gets here. At the same time, I can't wait to meet him.
It seems to be going so fast...and I'm getting excited. A few months ago, it seemed like we had so long to go. Now, it feels like it's right around the corner.
While we're prepared, I feel like there's so much to do before he gets here. At the same time, I can't wait to meet him.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Good appointment
I really do love my doctor. For some reason, she has the ability to put my mind at ease...no matter what the issue.
We had our 28-appointment today, and I went in scared of what the doctor would say about the fibroid that was discovered at my 24-week appointment. The doctor I saw at that appointment told me not to worry, but then proceeded to tell me about the pain it would cause, the issues it likely caused with my fertility and the fact that it could cause pre-term labor.
Today, most of my worries were taken care of. We had an ultrasound and it looks as if things with the fibroid are as well as can be expected. It hasn't grown. And it's actually moved to a different area (that's one that my doctor couldn't quite explain --she said it's possible my uterus has twisted a bit). They'll still keep an eye on things, but the fibroid news is the best we could have gotten.
As for baby boy, he's perfect. He's currently about 3 pounds and measuring in the 83rd percentile. But the doctor said the higher percentile has more to do with the fact that he has "really, really long legs" than his current weight. She even took the leg measurements twice, because she couldn't quite believe it. It sounds like we might have a tall little boy.
He's also still...well, a boy. "There's the junk right there," the doctor said. No joke.
I'll go back on Jan. 3 for a checkup and then on Jan. 13 for another ultrasound. It sounds like we'll have many more ultrasounds before this thing is finished...just to keep an eye on things. Right now, the plan is to induce at around 39 weeks.
I've been worrying lately about the fact that I look really pregnant. The doctor did make a quick comment about how she could see exactly where little boy's head is and that I've really popped. But he and I are still well within every statistical category. Baby is measuring right where he should. And I've gained 15 pounds -- nothing to be concerned about. Whew!
We had our 28-appointment today, and I went in scared of what the doctor would say about the fibroid that was discovered at my 24-week appointment. The doctor I saw at that appointment told me not to worry, but then proceeded to tell me about the pain it would cause, the issues it likely caused with my fertility and the fact that it could cause pre-term labor.
Today, most of my worries were taken care of. We had an ultrasound and it looks as if things with the fibroid are as well as can be expected. It hasn't grown. And it's actually moved to a different area (that's one that my doctor couldn't quite explain --she said it's possible my uterus has twisted a bit). They'll still keep an eye on things, but the fibroid news is the best we could have gotten.
As for baby boy, he's perfect. He's currently about 3 pounds and measuring in the 83rd percentile. But the doctor said the higher percentile has more to do with the fact that he has "really, really long legs" than his current weight. She even took the leg measurements twice, because she couldn't quite believe it. It sounds like we might have a tall little boy.
He's also still...well, a boy. "There's the junk right there," the doctor said. No joke.
I'll go back on Jan. 3 for a checkup and then on Jan. 13 for another ultrasound. It sounds like we'll have many more ultrasounds before this thing is finished...just to keep an eye on things. Right now, the plan is to induce at around 39 weeks.
I've been worrying lately about the fact that I look really pregnant. The doctor did make a quick comment about how she could see exactly where little boy's head is and that I've really popped. But he and I are still well within every statistical category. Baby is measuring right where he should. And I've gained 15 pounds -- nothing to be concerned about. Whew!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Updates
* I still have that nasty cold I've been fighting for almost three weeks.
* I experienced the true meaning of "pregnancy brain" last night. While playing cards with friends, I couldn't do anything right. My brain just wouldn't...think. It was actually quite embarassing.
* I also experienced my first braxton hicks contractions last night. There were just two of them (about five minutes apart). It didn't really hurt. It was just a little uncomfortable.
* Sleeping has become damn near impossible. Between the cold, being hot all the time, my mind running wild and the beginning of hip pain, it's not a pleasant experience. If I get to sleep and stay asleep, I'm fine. But if I get woken up for any reason (which happens at least five times a night in my household) I can't go back to sleep. I wake up singing songs in my head, I find myself grinding my teeth when my head hurts and because my hips hurt I'm constantly flipping sides. I'm not complaining though. It could be so much worse.
* I experienced the true meaning of "pregnancy brain" last night. While playing cards with friends, I couldn't do anything right. My brain just wouldn't...think. It was actually quite embarassing.
* I also experienced my first braxton hicks contractions last night. There were just two of them (about five minutes apart). It didn't really hurt. It was just a little uncomfortable.
* Sleeping has become damn near impossible. Between the cold, being hot all the time, my mind running wild and the beginning of hip pain, it's not a pleasant experience. If I get to sleep and stay asleep, I'm fine. But if I get woken up for any reason (which happens at least five times a night in my household) I can't go back to sleep. I wake up singing songs in my head, I find myself grinding my teeth when my head hurts and because my hips hurt I'm constantly flipping sides. I'm not complaining though. It could be so much worse.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
I'm being silly
I know this is crazy, but I've started thinking maybe I look "too pregnant." I still haven't hit the 15 pounds gained mark yet, but over the last three weeks, my belly has really popped...again.
Little comments here and there from friends and family have started making me pretty self aware of this growing baby inside of me. They mean nothing by them and really, it should make me feel good. I mean, it's not my lumpy fat rolls that people are seeing. It's my baby boy.
At 24 weeks, I was measuring a week ahead. Tomorrow, I'll be 27 weeks.
I've started googling pictures of other women and how they look at 27 weeks. Some look smaller, some look about the same and some are quite a bit larger. Actually, the majority of the ones I've found are probably about the same or larger. It's made me feel a bit better.
I think I need to keep reminding myself that every woman is different. Is my belly large...definitely. Do I look further along than I am? I might. Does it make a difference? Not really. My baby is healthy, and judging by the number of kicks, very happy. Right now, that's all that should be important to me.
(Check back later for belly pics. I wasn't going to post any, but I think it's only fair).
Little comments here and there from friends and family have started making me pretty self aware of this growing baby inside of me. They mean nothing by them and really, it should make me feel good. I mean, it's not my lumpy fat rolls that people are seeing. It's my baby boy.
At 24 weeks, I was measuring a week ahead. Tomorrow, I'll be 27 weeks.
I've started googling pictures of other women and how they look at 27 weeks. Some look smaller, some look about the same and some are quite a bit larger. Actually, the majority of the ones I've found are probably about the same or larger. It's made me feel a bit better.
I think I need to keep reminding myself that every woman is different. Is my belly large...definitely. Do I look further along than I am? I might. Does it make a difference? Not really. My baby is healthy, and judging by the number of kicks, very happy. Right now, that's all that should be important to me.
(Check back later for belly pics. I wasn't going to post any, but I think it's only fair).
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Must-have purchase
This morning I was up a little earlier than normal and didn't have to be to work for a while, so I headed to Target to pick up some essentials for the baby's room (clock, changing table mattress, changing table cover, etc.). But while there, I found something I had to have.
Throughout this pregnancy, co-workers and family members have taken it upon themselves to name our little one. Names range from Rocky and Rufus to my brother James's favorite, Denard.
Target had this piggy bank shaped as a dog. Around the dog's neck was a collar and a tag with the name...you guessed it...Rufus. It was just $12.99 and it made me laugh...a lot. I'm sure Dan will get a laugh at my expense, but I had to have it.
Throughout this pregnancy, co-workers and family members have taken it upon themselves to name our little one. Names range from Rocky and Rufus to my brother James's favorite, Denard.
Target had this piggy bank shaped as a dog. Around the dog's neck was a collar and a tag with the name...you guessed it...Rufus. It was just $12.99 and it made me laugh...a lot. I'm sure Dan will get a laugh at my expense, but I had to have it.
Must needed vacation
Today is my last day of work before getting five days off. And I need them. I feel like the last few weeks have been sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, run, run, run, run, run. I've gotten to the point that exhaustion is commonplace instead of the exception (maybe I'm just being prepared when for baby gets here?). When I've had time to nap, which hasn't been often, I haven't been able to.
I have no plans for those five days. Sure, I'd like to catch up on laundry, work a little on the baby's room, clean the house, wrap Christmas presents, etc., but it doesn't really matter whether I do all that on day 1, day 3 or day 5. My first plan of action is relaxation. Sleeping in is impossible in my household, but that doesn't mean I can't take a morning nap...and then maybe another one in the afternoon. :)
I have no plans for those five days. Sure, I'd like to catch up on laundry, work a little on the baby's room, clean the house, wrap Christmas presents, etc., but it doesn't really matter whether I do all that on day 1, day 3 or day 5. My first plan of action is relaxation. Sleeping in is impossible in my household, but that doesn't mean I can't take a morning nap...and then maybe another one in the afternoon. :)
Friday, December 3, 2010
The need to pee
One thing I won't miss once this baby is born -- the constant need to pee. I never used to get up in the middle of the night. Now, I get up at least two times...sometimes three.
But during the day is worse. Little boy likes to kick my bladder, which has me running to the bathroom. Work only has two stalls in the women's restroom, which means that sometimes I end up waiting. Then as soon as I pee, it almost immediately feels like I need to pee again.
As I move towards the third trimester (26 weeks today...yay!), it will almost certainly get worse.
But during the day is worse. Little boy likes to kick my bladder, which has me running to the bathroom. Work only has two stalls in the women's restroom, which means that sometimes I end up waiting. Then as soon as I pee, it almost immediately feels like I need to pee again.
As I move towards the third trimester (26 weeks today...yay!), it will almost certainly get worse.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
A little kick
Dan is now convinced our son is going to be an NFL kicker.
Until today, he had felt the baby move, but never a full-blown kick. We just hadn't really tried. The little peanut moves ALL THE TIME, but I've never called Dan over to feel. Well...until today.
I had him put his hand on my tummy. He put it way too high to start with, so I moved it lower and we waited. It only took a few seconds and Dan was pulling his hand away and squealing like a little girl. He thought it was the coolest thing. He also commented on how it must hurt (it doesn't really...not yet anyway). Just a few minutes ago, Dan said "It was the weirdest thing. It's like there's an alien in there."
He really hasn't quit talking about it.
Until today, he had felt the baby move, but never a full-blown kick. We just hadn't really tried. The little peanut moves ALL THE TIME, but I've never called Dan over to feel. Well...until today.
I had him put his hand on my tummy. He put it way too high to start with, so I moved it lower and we waited. It only took a few seconds and Dan was pulling his hand away and squealing like a little girl. He thought it was the coolest thing. He also commented on how it must hurt (it doesn't really...not yet anyway). Just a few minutes ago, Dan said "It was the weirdest thing. It's like there's an alien in there."
He really hasn't quit talking about it.
Friday, November 26, 2010
25 weeks!
How Far Along? 25 weeks
Symptoms? Have you ever heard of pelvic separation? Look it up. I believe I have some sort of form of it. The good thing is that it's not constant and only really hurts when I walk or stand up. This dang fibroid has also started giving me heartburn.
Weight gain? 10 pounds as of 24 weeks, although I'm probably down a few since getting the stomach flu. My stomach has really popped. I literally look like I could give birth tomorrow.
Sleep? I have a cold right now, so not great; but it could be so much worse.
Best Moment of the Week? Just spending time with family.
Worst Moment of the Week? Two words...stomach flu. My stomach muscles still hurt from the puking.
Food Cravings? Unsweetened iced tea from McDonalds. Nothing else has even sounded good this week.
Gender? BOY!!!
What I miss? Alcohol. I've never been a big drinker, but I've been thinking an awful lot about having a glass of wine.
What I'm looking forward to? Everything to continue to go well.
Symptoms? Have you ever heard of pelvic separation? Look it up. I believe I have some sort of form of it. The good thing is that it's not constant and only really hurts when I walk or stand up. This dang fibroid has also started giving me heartburn.
Weight gain? 10 pounds as of 24 weeks, although I'm probably down a few since getting the stomach flu. My stomach has really popped. I literally look like I could give birth tomorrow.
Sleep? I have a cold right now, so not great; but it could be so much worse.
Best Moment of the Week? Just spending time with family.
Worst Moment of the Week? Two words...stomach flu. My stomach muscles still hurt from the puking.
Food Cravings? Unsweetened iced tea from McDonalds. Nothing else has even sounded good this week.
Gender? BOY!!!
What I miss? Alcohol. I've never been a big drinker, but I've been thinking an awful lot about having a glass of wine.
What I'm looking forward to? Everything to continue to go well.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
The icky stomach flu
Later Sunday night, I came down with the stomach flu. At first, I just thought it was something minor. I was dizzy, really tired and my stomach felt funny. But by midnight, I was really sick. I spent the entire night on the couch, running back and forth to the bathroom.
Unfortunately, I didn't improve on Monday. I'd sleep for a few minutes (or just lay on the couch and moan) and then I'd throw up 10 times in a row. Immediately, I'd feel better for about five minutes and then I'd start the whole process over. It really was as miserable as it sounds.
Last night I started to feel a bit better. While I was still sick and had a good fever going, at least I wasn't as weak as I had been and I felt like I was finally getting somewhere. I slept pretty well for about four hours last night and then it was back to the bathroom, where I remained until this morning.
I thought I was going to be able to go into work, but by mid-morning and after a little bit of food, I knew it probably wasn't wise. While I do feel a lot better than yesterday, I'm still not keeping food in. I still have a bit of a fever. And I'm just sluggish in general.
Because I was having a hard time keeping fluids in yesterday, I'm also really dehydrated which is making my stomach cramp up. I'm working on correcting that though.
By tomorrow, I hope to be completely well.
Unfortunately, I didn't improve on Monday. I'd sleep for a few minutes (or just lay on the couch and moan) and then I'd throw up 10 times in a row. Immediately, I'd feel better for about five minutes and then I'd start the whole process over. It really was as miserable as it sounds.
Last night I started to feel a bit better. While I was still sick and had a good fever going, at least I wasn't as weak as I had been and I felt like I was finally getting somewhere. I slept pretty well for about four hours last night and then it was back to the bathroom, where I remained until this morning.
I thought I was going to be able to go into work, but by mid-morning and after a little bit of food, I knew it probably wasn't wise. While I do feel a lot better than yesterday, I'm still not keeping food in. I still have a bit of a fever. And I'm just sluggish in general.
Because I was having a hard time keeping fluids in yesterday, I'm also really dehydrated which is making my stomach cramp up. I'm working on correcting that though.
By tomorrow, I hope to be completely well.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Duke
Something pretty scary happened on Friday. Since we were leaving town, Dan took our two dogs, Jazzy and Duke, out to the kennel they stay at when we're gone. He had just arrived when Duke started having a seizure. Dan hurried and put Jazzy in a kennel and then laid on the floor with Duke, our cocker spaniel. The seizure lasted about 90 seconds. Duke's eyes rolled back, his body was seizing, he was foaming at the mouth and he was peeing everywhere. When he started coming out of it, he growled at Dan. Eventually, Duke started responding to Dan's voice and little by little he got better.
Dan loaded Duke into the car and headed to the vet. And then he called me. He asked me to meet him there. Dan's voice was shaky and he told me that he first thought Duke was dying. As I drove to the vet's office I couldn't help but get teary. We had just lost our other dog, Emma, a few months before, and I still struggle with it. I didn't want there to be anything wrong with Duke, who is just a few years old.
But when I saw Duke, he seemed fine. He recognized me right away, and although he was still really lethargic, he seemed OK. We took him in\to the vet to get examined, and we were told he was probably still coming out of the seizure. They didn't seem too worried about what had happened and said it's actually pretty common. They thought the fact that the seizure was relatively short was a good thing, and all the symptoms Duke had experienced were common with a seizure. They also guessed that it was probably Duke's anxiety about going to the kennel that caused it. So instead of taking him back there, we decided to take him with this weekend. He's been great since then...maybe a little more cuddly than normal, but still good.
The good thing about taking him with this weekend is that we got to see how he reacted to my niece. We're soon going to be bringing a baby home and Duke has never been around kids. It would be nice to know that he is going to be OK with the experience.
We had a bit of a rough start. While he wasn't at all threatening to my niece, Kayla, he still didn't know how to react. At one point, he was up in her face, smelling her and he barked. It scared her and she started crying. I took him downstairs for a while, but later brought him back to see how he'd react. We sat across the room from Kayla and just let him get used to seeing and hearing her. From then on, he was perfect. Most of the time, he'd keep his distance, but he also let him pet her and he licked her hand. It was really a relief.
Dan loaded Duke into the car and headed to the vet. And then he called me. He asked me to meet him there. Dan's voice was shaky and he told me that he first thought Duke was dying. As I drove to the vet's office I couldn't help but get teary. We had just lost our other dog, Emma, a few months before, and I still struggle with it. I didn't want there to be anything wrong with Duke, who is just a few years old.
But when I saw Duke, he seemed fine. He recognized me right away, and although he was still really lethargic, he seemed OK. We took him in\to the vet to get examined, and we were told he was probably still coming out of the seizure. They didn't seem too worried about what had happened and said it's actually pretty common. They thought the fact that the seizure was relatively short was a good thing, and all the symptoms Duke had experienced were common with a seizure. They also guessed that it was probably Duke's anxiety about going to the kennel that caused it. So instead of taking him back there, we decided to take him with this weekend. He's been great since then...maybe a little more cuddly than normal, but still good.
The good thing about taking him with this weekend is that we got to see how he reacted to my niece. We're soon going to be bringing a baby home and Duke has never been around kids. It would be nice to know that he is going to be OK with the experience.
We had a bit of a rough start. While he wasn't at all threatening to my niece, Kayla, he still didn't know how to react. At one point, he was up in her face, smelling her and he barked. It scared her and she started crying. I took him downstairs for a while, but later brought him back to see how he'd react. We sat across the room from Kayla and just let him get used to seeing and hearing her. From then on, he was perfect. Most of the time, he'd keep his distance, but he also let him pet her and he licked her hand. It was really a relief.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
24-week appointment
Well, it was definitely a strange doctor's appointment. We saw a doctor we don't normally see (there's four in the practice and they'd like for you to meet all of them before you give birth). And we waited two hours before we were able to see her. To be fair, she was on call and had a delivery that morning. And the nurse did check on us three separate times...the last time saying "this is ridiculous." It wouldn't have been so bad, but the whole wait was over lunch, which for a pregnant woman isn't the best timing. I was hungry going in. I think my stomach growls could have scared small children. At one point, we became so bored that I suggested ripping the paper covering that goes over the exam table in tiny pieces, throwing it like confetti at the doctor when she came and yelling "Surprise...we're still here." But then I figured that might land me in the mental hospital.
But...she finally came in. We figured she would poke my belly a bit and we'd get to hear the heartbeat (it was 142 beats for minute by the way) and we'd be good to go. But when she started feeling around my belly, she kept going back to a spot by my ribs. "The baby's head can't be this high yet, can it?," she said. She felt around some more and then finally pressed the staff assist button on the wall (the button I had been joking around about pushing during our wait, but Dan thought it was for emergencies only). When the nurse came in, the doctor asked for a portable ultrasound. Once it arrived, she got to work.
The good news is that the baby is perfect. He's 1 pound, 14 ounces. His head was measuring at 24 weeks, 1 day. The rest of him 25 weeks, 1 day. He's exactly where he's supposed to be (he's breech but that's not uncommon). The doctor kept saying how adorable he is.
The bad news? I'm falling apart. The thing she thought was the baby's head is a HUGE fibroid, basically a noncancerous tumor. It's outside my uterus and not sharing the placenta with the baby, both really, really good things. But it's gigantic. The doctor kept saying "It's just so interesting" like I was this medical marvel...and not in a good way. She told us not to worry. It's going to have to be watched, but if you look at the bright side of that, it just means we'll get to see our son via ultrasound more times. And because fibroids grow during pregnancy, there is a chance my body could think the fibroid is the baby and then try to expell the baby, leading to preterm delivery. The fibroid is also the likely cause of our infertility in the first place. She said there's a good chance the fibroid has been blocking my left tube. I'm not sure what this means for baby No. 2, but the thought has crossed my mind. Right now, I'm just worried about baby No. 1.
But...she finally came in. We figured she would poke my belly a bit and we'd get to hear the heartbeat (it was 142 beats for minute by the way) and we'd be good to go. But when she started feeling around my belly, she kept going back to a spot by my ribs. "The baby's head can't be this high yet, can it?," she said. She felt around some more and then finally pressed the staff assist button on the wall (the button I had been joking around about pushing during our wait, but Dan thought it was for emergencies only). When the nurse came in, the doctor asked for a portable ultrasound. Once it arrived, she got to work.
The good news is that the baby is perfect. He's 1 pound, 14 ounces. His head was measuring at 24 weeks, 1 day. The rest of him 25 weeks, 1 day. He's exactly where he's supposed to be (he's breech but that's not uncommon). The doctor kept saying how adorable he is.
The bad news? I'm falling apart. The thing she thought was the baby's head is a HUGE fibroid, basically a noncancerous tumor. It's outside my uterus and not sharing the placenta with the baby, both really, really good things. But it's gigantic. The doctor kept saying "It's just so interesting" like I was this medical marvel...and not in a good way. She told us not to worry. It's going to have to be watched, but if you look at the bright side of that, it just means we'll get to see our son via ultrasound more times. And because fibroids grow during pregnancy, there is a chance my body could think the fibroid is the baby and then try to expell the baby, leading to preterm delivery. The fibroid is also the likely cause of our infertility in the first place. She said there's a good chance the fibroid has been blocking my left tube. I'm not sure what this means for baby No. 2, but the thought has crossed my mind. Right now, I'm just worried about baby No. 1.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Sometimes you just have to walk away
A conversation between two co-workers at work yesterday had me cringing. They were talking about stillbirths...and not in a private way...very loudly and within ear shot of every single person in the room. I know they didn't stop to think about the fact that a pregnant woman was sitting just steps away and I'm sure they didn't mean anything by the conversation, but it was still pretty disturbing.
They talked about the fact that they felt stillbirths were happening more frequently, especially at the hospital I'll be giving birth at. At one point, I turned to another co-worker (who seemed to be disturbed about the talk as well) and I said "I don't think I need to hear this." I waited for a few more minutes, hoping the conversation would end. When it didn't, I got up and walked away. I didn't come back until they were finished.
At first I was a little annoyed about it, but why? They had every right to have that conversation. Just like I had every right to have a problem with it.
They talked about the fact that they felt stillbirths were happening more frequently, especially at the hospital I'll be giving birth at. At one point, I turned to another co-worker (who seemed to be disturbed about the talk as well) and I said "I don't think I need to hear this." I waited for a few more minutes, hoping the conversation would end. When it didn't, I got up and walked away. I didn't come back until they were finished.
At first I was a little annoyed about it, but why? They had every right to have that conversation. Just like I had every right to have a problem with it.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Last night's project
I put together this bouncer last night. It was a gift from my aunt Maureen and I love it. (Side note: Dan and I have some incredibly generous relatives - parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, everyone)
However, I don't know if it's the pregnancy brain or if I just turned stupid over night, because it literally took me almost an hour to assemble. I was trying to put parts on backwards, upside down and in the wrong spot. Eventually, I got things figured out though. I can't wait for the little one to be here so we can use it.
However, I don't know if it's the pregnancy brain or if I just turned stupid over night, because it literally took me almost an hour to assemble. I was trying to put parts on backwards, upside down and in the wrong spot. Eventually, I got things figured out though. I can't wait for the little one to be here so we can use it.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Busy weekend
This weekend I was back home in Clark for some family get-togethers. I saw a lot of people I haven't seen in a while, including relatives and friends I haven't seen since we announced the pregnancy.
There were a lot of questions. How are you feeling? Is he kicking a lot? And so on and so on.
There was also a lot of belly touching, which I really don't mind (my brother was really surprised at how hard it was).
But what I was uncomfortable with was all the attention. I just didn't know how to handle it. Before, I could just blend into the background. Now, there's no way to miss me. I kind of stand out (belly and all).
There were a lot of questions. How are you feeling? Is he kicking a lot? And so on and so on.
There was also a lot of belly touching, which I really don't mind (my brother was really surprised at how hard it was).
But what I was uncomfortable with was all the attention. I just didn't know how to handle it. Before, I could just blend into the background. Now, there's no way to miss me. I kind of stand out (belly and all).
Thursday, November 11, 2010
The name game
Although we already have a name chosen for the baby, that hasn't kept our co-workers and friends from picking some of their own.
Some of the favorites: Rufus, Brutus and Rocky. All I can say? Ummm...no. :)
Edit: Over the weekend, my brothers also added Bert and Denard. My brother Jacob has even started telling people that we're naming our child Bert.
Some of the favorites: Rufus, Brutus and Rocky. All I can say? Ummm...no. :)
Edit: Over the weekend, my brothers also added Bert and Denard. My brother Jacob has even started telling people that we're naming our child Bert.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Best purchase ever
Tonight I used my doppler for the first time since I had the freakout last week. It literally took me less than a minute to find little peanut's heartbeat. I knew exactly where to look and I could hear it clear as can be.
It's amazing to me that such a cheap product could give me such peace of mind. I wasn't too worried this time around, but since I hadn't been feeling the little one move as much the last few days, I decided to check.
It's amazing to me that such a cheap product could give me such peace of mind. I wasn't too worried this time around, but since I hadn't been feeling the little one move as much the last few days, I decided to check.
And the dreams return
It's been awhile since I had a strange dream, but last night's was a good one. I won the state cross country title and the 2-mile run at the state track meet — in the same day.
Yep, that's right...you're reading the thoughts of a champion.
Yep, that's right...you're reading the thoughts of a champion.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
The beginnings of the nursery
We spent a big chunk of the weekend working on the nursery. We're not done and things need a bit of organization, but we're getting there.
It took Dan and I about an hour and a half (Dan doing the work and me reading the directions) to put together the crib and changing table on Friday night. Yesterday, we hung some things on the wall and washed a few loads of baby clothes. Jazzy and Duke loved helping (or getting in the way...depends on how you look at it).
Here's a quick look:
It took Dan and I about an hour and a half (Dan doing the work and me reading the directions) to put together the crib and changing table on Friday night. Yesterday, we hung some things on the wall and washed a few loads of baby clothes. Jazzy and Duke loved helping (or getting in the way...depends on how you look at it).
Here's a quick look:
Friday, November 5, 2010
22 down, 18 to go
How Far Along? 22 weeks
Symptoms? Not much. Some lower belly pain when I stand up, the constant need to pee and just plain tiredness. Nothing I can't handle though.
Weight gain? At 16 weeks, I had gained one pound. At 20 weeks and 6 days, I was up 6. On Monday, I had lost it all. I'm too scared to step on the scale now.
Sleep? Restless, but could be worse.
Best Moment of the Week? Feeling him kick...ALL THE TIME. He's usually busiest in the morning and the evening. Getting carpet put in the nursery.
Worst Moment of the Week? Realizing I had lost all the weight I've gained and freaking out about there being something wrong.
Food Cravings? Strawberry laffy taffy, unsweetened iced tea from McDonalds.
Gender? BOY!!! And I'm so excited.
What I miss? Alcohol. I've never been a big drinker, but I've been thinking an awful lot about having a glass of wine.
What I'm looking forward to? A planned shopping trip next Friday with the hubby and my mom. Getting the crib and changing table put together and working on the nursery.
Symptoms? Not much. Some lower belly pain when I stand up, the constant need to pee and just plain tiredness. Nothing I can't handle though.
Weight gain? At 16 weeks, I had gained one pound. At 20 weeks and 6 days, I was up 6. On Monday, I had lost it all. I'm too scared to step on the scale now.
Sleep? Restless, but could be worse.
Best Moment of the Week? Feeling him kick...ALL THE TIME. He's usually busiest in the morning and the evening. Getting carpet put in the nursery.
Worst Moment of the Week? Realizing I had lost all the weight I've gained and freaking out about there being something wrong.
Food Cravings? Strawberry laffy taffy, unsweetened iced tea from McDonalds.
Gender? BOY!!! And I'm so excited.
What I miss? Alcohol. I've never been a big drinker, but I've been thinking an awful lot about having a glass of wine.
What I'm looking forward to? A planned shopping trip next Friday with the hubby and my mom. Getting the crib and changing table put together and working on the nursery.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Yes, I'm a paranoid weirdo
I've avoided writing this blog, because well, it's going to paint me as a crazy person. But...I told myself when I started this that I was going to share the good and the bad.
Monday morning I woke up, stepped on the scale and noticed I had lost all the weight I've gained this pregnancy (all six pounds). I immediately got scared. I had been told long ago that weight loss was a sign of miscarriage (although at this point, it would be considered a still birth). I convinced myself there was something wrong with the baby. As I got ready for work, I noticed the maternity shirt I put on was bigger than normal. And I couldn't feel him move. I told Dan about my concerns, but instead of being supportive, he told me to knock it off and stop worrying.
As I sat at work, I started worrying more. At that point, I thought I had felt the baby move, but because I had already convinced myself something was wrong, I wouldn't believe it. I knew I was being silly, but I couldn't help but worry.
By lunch, I had ordered a cheap $25 fetal doppler online and had it overnighted. At lunch, I was in tears. By that night, I was better. Still worrying, but I had calmed down a lot.
The next day, I impatiently waited for the doppler to arrive. When I came home after work, I found it sitting by the front door. I immediately took it upstairs, laid on the bed, slathered some gross oil on my tummy and tried to find the heartbeat. Ten minutes later, I still hadn't found it. So I went downstairs and waited until Dan got home. And then I tried again. Another 10 minutes, and just as I was ready to give up, there it was. The sound was faint, but it was there. And it was beautiful.
I may be a crazy person, but I have a living, breathing child inside of me. I knew it in my heart. Just not in my head.
Monday morning I woke up, stepped on the scale and noticed I had lost all the weight I've gained this pregnancy (all six pounds). I immediately got scared. I had been told long ago that weight loss was a sign of miscarriage (although at this point, it would be considered a still birth). I convinced myself there was something wrong with the baby. As I got ready for work, I noticed the maternity shirt I put on was bigger than normal. And I couldn't feel him move. I told Dan about my concerns, but instead of being supportive, he told me to knock it off and stop worrying.
As I sat at work, I started worrying more. At that point, I thought I had felt the baby move, but because I had already convinced myself something was wrong, I wouldn't believe it. I knew I was being silly, but I couldn't help but worry.
By lunch, I had ordered a cheap $25 fetal doppler online and had it overnighted. At lunch, I was in tears. By that night, I was better. Still worrying, but I had calmed down a lot.
The next day, I impatiently waited for the doppler to arrive. When I came home after work, I found it sitting by the front door. I immediately took it upstairs, laid on the bed, slathered some gross oil on my tummy and tried to find the heartbeat. Ten minutes later, I still hadn't found it. So I went downstairs and waited until Dan got home. And then I tried again. Another 10 minutes, and just as I was ready to give up, there it was. The sound was faint, but it was there. And it was beautiful.
I may be a crazy person, but I have a living, breathing child inside of me. I knew it in my heart. Just not in my head.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Hatred of Target
Allow me to vent for a moment...
While I might take some heat for this blog (since my mother-in-law works there), I really do hate Target.
A few years ago, I went to the checkout to pay for something and my check wouldn't go through. It's not because there was anything wrong with the check. The machine just literally wouldn't send it through. It had nothing to do the amount of money in my account or anything written on the check, the machine just didn't like the paper the check was made out of. Every time the cashier would try to send it through, it would jam. Because I was using a discount card (my husband also worked there at the time), I had to pay by check or cash to get the discount. I offered to pay with my debit card and ignore the discount, but the cashier wouldn't quit trying to get it to work. At this point, we had attracted quite a crowd and it had started to turn embarassing. The cashier was nice, but at some point, she decided to move me up to the customer service counter to try to get it taken care of. At this point, I just wanted to pay and get out of there. I didn't care about the stupid discount.
At the customer service counter, I encountered a different employee who thought she knew everything. While she wasn't the one directly helping me, she was quick to announce to everyone standing within 10 feet that my check was bad and it was my fault. She implied that I didn't have the money to pay, which couldn't be further from the truth. After 10 minutes of her attitude and bitchy ways, I had enough. I told her that her customer service was awful and I would appreciate if she went somewhere else. At this point, I was in tears. The cashier who was helping me apologized, but I just wanted to leave. I had my husband pay with a check from his account, which we had offered to do 20 minutes previous. And I vowed never to go back to that stupid store.
But the worst part of the whole situation happened the next day when I found out that the entire Target staff was gossiping about the situation. My mother-in-law tried to defend the people she works with, but I honestly didn't want to hear any of it. The check situation was bad enough, but the fact that I was the joke the next day is what was really unprofessional and unfortuante.
Well, this weekend, I had another less than stellar experience with the store. The husband and I went to do our baby registry. We waited for a while while the girl who was helping us went to check the back for the bag you get when you register. She came back and told us they didn't have any left. That's fine, but then offer to take our name, hold one for us or explain to us what that means. She just left us sitting there and seemed more concerned with the fact that my mother-in-law works there than the fact that we were customers who should be treated like anyone else would be. In the end, we ended up getting the gun, registering and getting the hell out of there.
But then just a few minutes ago, I tried to look up the registry online. What a surprise. It can't be found. Seriously? What's the point of registering in the first place if our family and friends can't even look at it? I can find it under my account, it's listed as public but it doesn't show up.
And that, my friends, is why I hate Target.
While I might take some heat for this blog (since my mother-in-law works there), I really do hate Target.
A few years ago, I went to the checkout to pay for something and my check wouldn't go through. It's not because there was anything wrong with the check. The machine just literally wouldn't send it through. It had nothing to do the amount of money in my account or anything written on the check, the machine just didn't like the paper the check was made out of. Every time the cashier would try to send it through, it would jam. Because I was using a discount card (my husband also worked there at the time), I had to pay by check or cash to get the discount. I offered to pay with my debit card and ignore the discount, but the cashier wouldn't quit trying to get it to work. At this point, we had attracted quite a crowd and it had started to turn embarassing. The cashier was nice, but at some point, she decided to move me up to the customer service counter to try to get it taken care of. At this point, I just wanted to pay and get out of there. I didn't care about the stupid discount.
At the customer service counter, I encountered a different employee who thought she knew everything. While she wasn't the one directly helping me, she was quick to announce to everyone standing within 10 feet that my check was bad and it was my fault. She implied that I didn't have the money to pay, which couldn't be further from the truth. After 10 minutes of her attitude and bitchy ways, I had enough. I told her that her customer service was awful and I would appreciate if she went somewhere else. At this point, I was in tears. The cashier who was helping me apologized, but I just wanted to leave. I had my husband pay with a check from his account, which we had offered to do 20 minutes previous. And I vowed never to go back to that stupid store.
But the worst part of the whole situation happened the next day when I found out that the entire Target staff was gossiping about the situation. My mother-in-law tried to defend the people she works with, but I honestly didn't want to hear any of it. The check situation was bad enough, but the fact that I was the joke the next day is what was really unprofessional and unfortuante.
Well, this weekend, I had another less than stellar experience with the store. The husband and I went to do our baby registry. We waited for a while while the girl who was helping us went to check the back for the bag you get when you register. She came back and told us they didn't have any left. That's fine, but then offer to take our name, hold one for us or explain to us what that means. She just left us sitting there and seemed more concerned with the fact that my mother-in-law works there than the fact that we were customers who should be treated like anyone else would be. In the end, we ended up getting the gun, registering and getting the hell out of there.
But then just a few minutes ago, I tried to look up the registry online. What a surprise. It can't be found. Seriously? What's the point of registering in the first place if our family and friends can't even look at it? I can find it under my account, it's listed as public but it doesn't show up.
And that, my friends, is why I hate Target.
Picking a name
I'm happy to report...a name has been chosen. And no, we're not sharing. I learned my lesson early on in this pregnancy. We shared some of our choices with some family members who then picked them apart. To be fair, we've been blessed with some great friends and family who I know will be supportive in whatever name we choose. They recognize it's our choice. Unfortunately, there are some people out there who don't (including somebody who became annoyed that we wouldn't tell her the name because she was afraid it would be the same as her choice. Nevermind that she's not even pregnant).
We've had a girl's name chosen for quite a long time (a name we both loved), but we couldn't quite agree on a boy's name.
We had been considering another name (the one Dan really wanted), but I could never wrap my head around it. Last night, we were sitting on the couch, Dan was flipping through the baby name book and said "How about xxxx?" It was a name I had mentioned months ago, but had kind of forgotten about. Now, it just seems right. It makes me more excited to meet our little peanut.
We've had a girl's name chosen for quite a long time (a name we both loved), but we couldn't quite agree on a boy's name.
We had been considering another name (the one Dan really wanted), but I could never wrap my head around it. Last night, we were sitting on the couch, Dan was flipping through the baby name book and said "How about xxxx?" It was a name I had mentioned months ago, but had kind of forgotten about. Now, it just seems right. It makes me more excited to meet our little peanut.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Halloween...a year early
I was at a local department store over lunch today and found something for the little peanut I had to buy. OK...so I didn't have to, but Dan encouraged me, it was cute, and best of all, it was 50 percent off (gotta love pre-holiday clearance).
Peanut won't get to wear the costume this year (obviously), but it should be the perfect size next year. They had monkey, bubble bee and puppy costumes. We went with the puppy one (the monkey one really wasn't very cute). This isn't a very good pic, but this is what it looks like.
Peanut won't get to wear the costume this year (obviously), but it should be the perfect size next year. They had monkey, bubble bee and puppy costumes. We went with the puppy one (the monkey one really wasn't very cute). This isn't a very good pic, but this is what it looks like.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
It's a boy
Yep, that’s right. We had the big 20-week appointment this morning (really, it’s more like 21 weeks since that’s where I’ll be tomorrow). Five minutes into the appointment, I had a minor freak out. I got weighed, peed in a cup — all normal things that happen at each appointment. Then I went into the room with the ultrasound tech. She introduced me to another woman who would be helping out. Avera had just gotten a new ultrasound machine (a better one) the day before. The other woman was there to help figure out how to use it.
But first the ultrasound tech turned to me and asked whether I had experienced any bleeding. “Umm…no. Should I be,” I said. She looked at the other woman and said “She had a complete previa at 12 weeks.” I did? That was news to me? A complete previa is where the placenta is blocking the cervical opening. It can lead to bleeding, c-sections and in some cases bigger issues. The ultrasound tech left the room before I had time to ask any questions. Meanwhile, Dan started googling complete previa on his phone. I was just trying not to panic.
When the ultrasound tech returned a few minutes later, I asked her about it. She said many times the placenta corrects itself and there’s nothing to worry about. She reassured me, apologized for saying anything in the first place and started the ultrasound.
It turns out I really did have nothing to worry about. Our baby is perfect. He was moving around so much that the ultrasound tech had trouble getting measurements and photos, but I’d much rather see a squirmy baby than one that’s not moving. The heart rate was 156 (the same as it was at my 16-week appointment). He’s got fingers, toes, a spine and a perfect little heart. He’s also got the cutest little face I’ve ever seen. I’m measuring exactly where I should be…20 weeks and 6 days.
I’m so excited to be having a son.
But first the ultrasound tech turned to me and asked whether I had experienced any bleeding. “Umm…no. Should I be,” I said. She looked at the other woman and said “She had a complete previa at 12 weeks.” I did? That was news to me? A complete previa is where the placenta is blocking the cervical opening. It can lead to bleeding, c-sections and in some cases bigger issues. The ultrasound tech left the room before I had time to ask any questions. Meanwhile, Dan started googling complete previa on his phone. I was just trying not to panic.
When the ultrasound tech returned a few minutes later, I asked her about it. She said many times the placenta corrects itself and there’s nothing to worry about. She reassured me, apologized for saying anything in the first place and started the ultrasound.
It turns out I really did have nothing to worry about. Our baby is perfect. He was moving around so much that the ultrasound tech had trouble getting measurements and photos, but I’d much rather see a squirmy baby than one that’s not moving. The heart rate was 156 (the same as it was at my 16-week appointment). He’s got fingers, toes, a spine and a perfect little heart. He’s also got the cutest little face I’ve ever seen. I’m measuring exactly where I should be…20 weeks and 6 days.
I’m so excited to be having a son.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Changing body
Two observations while taking a nice, relaxing bath tonight...
1. While my belly button is still an innie, it's gotten really shallow.
2. Shaving is going to be really, really hard in a few months.
1. While my belly button is still an innie, it's gotten really shallow.
2. Shaving is going to be really, really hard in a few months.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Two sleeps
Two sleeps until we find out if we're having a boy or a girl. I'm really excited, but I'm also really nervous. It's been five weeks since our last appointment...just enough time for me to wonder if anything is wrong. I'll admit it. I'm paranoid. I'm a worrier. And until I hear that heartbeat and see that our little baby has all his or her fingers, toes and assorted parts, I'll be nervous. I just can't help it. It's taken us this long to get to this point. At some point, I think I started believing we didn't deserve to have a child. I know...that's silly talk. Still, it's what I'm feeling.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Checking in
How Far Along? 20 weeks, 3 days
Symptoms? Same as last week. My belly is really sore, especially at the end of the day.
Weight gain? At 16 weeks, I had gained one pound. My best guess is that I'm up five. It could be more; could be less.
Sleep? Restless, but could be worse.
Best Moment of the Week? Still to come...I hope. My next appointment is Thursday morning. We hope to find out the sex. I'm also hoping everything in the ultrasound shows a healthy baby. We also got to meet our friends' baby. She's a doll.
Worst Moment of the Week? Waiting. I'm not a patient person.
Food Cravings? None. Just food in general. Lots of it.
Gender? We should know Thursday. I said last week that I'm secretly hoping for a girl. Can I change my mind? The last few days I've been thinking about having a boy. I think it's a boy. Dan thinks it's a girl. My brother James chimed in yesterday and said he's sure it's a boy.
What I miss? Not feeling tired all the time.
What I'm looking forward to? Finding out the gender and a planned shopping trip with the hubby and my mom.
Symptoms? Same as last week. My belly is really sore, especially at the end of the day.
Weight gain? At 16 weeks, I had gained one pound. My best guess is that I'm up five. It could be more; could be less.
Sleep? Restless, but could be worse.
Best Moment of the Week? Still to come...I hope. My next appointment is Thursday morning. We hope to find out the sex. I'm also hoping everything in the ultrasound shows a healthy baby. We also got to meet our friends' baby. She's a doll.
Worst Moment of the Week? Waiting. I'm not a patient person.
Food Cravings? None. Just food in general. Lots of it.
Gender? We should know Thursday. I said last week that I'm secretly hoping for a girl. Can I change my mind? The last few days I've been thinking about having a boy. I think it's a boy. Dan thinks it's a girl. My brother James chimed in yesterday and said he's sure it's a boy.
What I miss? Not feeling tired all the time.
What I'm looking forward to? Finding out the gender and a planned shopping trip with the hubby and my mom.
Welcome Mackenzie Lynn
Our good friends, Rob and Melissa, welcomed Mackenzie Lynn into the world last Tuesday. We went up to the hospital on Wednesday to see them and their beautiful little girl. I believe Dan might have fallen in love. Later that night, he wouldn't stop repeating "I need to hold that baby again."
On Saturday night, we headed over to their house to see Mackenzie (and her parents, of course) again. I had a hard time getting Dan to leave. He didn't want to put down the baby (and really, I didn't either). She really is adorable.
I've never questioned whether Dan is going to be a good dad. I know he is. He's the type of guy who plays with our friend's young daughter at the water park and then comes home and can't stop talking about how good of time he had. He loves spending time with my junior-high-aged cousin Courtney (although I do, too). But seeing him with a newborn was a great feeling. He seemed comfortable. And he seemed happy.
It made me realize that as much as I'm looking forward to meeting our little one, I'm also looking forward to helping make Dan a dad. There's no doubt in my mind that he'll be a great one.
On Saturday night, we headed over to their house to see Mackenzie (and her parents, of course) again. I had a hard time getting Dan to leave. He didn't want to put down the baby (and really, I didn't either). She really is adorable.
I've never questioned whether Dan is going to be a good dad. I know he is. He's the type of guy who plays with our friend's young daughter at the water park and then comes home and can't stop talking about how good of time he had. He loves spending time with my junior-high-aged cousin Courtney (although I do, too). But seeing him with a newborn was a great feeling. He seemed comfortable. And he seemed happy.
It made me realize that as much as I'm looking forward to meeting our little one, I'm also looking forward to helping make Dan a dad. There's no doubt in my mind that he'll be a great one.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Halfway home
I'm 20 weeks...TODAY! I feel like I should do a little dance, throw a party or maybe even buy myself something. :)
After today, everything is downhill. While I know I have a long way to go, I feel like I've reached the point where now I can start counting backwards instead of forwards. Instead of saying, "I'm 20 weeks along" I think it's now fair to say, "I've got 20 weeks left."
So far, so good. I feel fine. Wore down and tired, but that's normal. Kind of achy, but that's normal, too.
I know I've said this before, but I'm just thankful and I feel really blessed.
After today, everything is downhill. While I know I have a long way to go, I feel like I've reached the point where now I can start counting backwards instead of forwards. Instead of saying, "I'm 20 weeks along" I think it's now fair to say, "I've got 20 weeks left."
So far, so good. I feel fine. Wore down and tired, but that's normal. Kind of achy, but that's normal, too.
I know I've said this before, but I'm just thankful and I feel really blessed.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Not so sweet dreams
The weird pregnancy dreams have started in full force.
I got my first one a few months ago, but now they're coming pretty much nightly. Last night, I had a dream that Dan came to me and told me he had just heard on the police scanner that our dog had been run over. A few nights ago, I was at a basketball game in which people my age were playing, my brothers age and even some kids who are in high school right now. Except instead of being a normal basketball game it was basically a big fight.
The very first weird dream I had my mom, dad, Dan and I were on a boat and a bad man was trying to sink it. That was followed with a dream about me giving birth...to a doll...only a doll with real boy parts. Imagine a plastic doll with not so plastic junk.
Yep...that's just weird.
I got my first one a few months ago, but now they're coming pretty much nightly. Last night, I had a dream that Dan came to me and told me he had just heard on the police scanner that our dog had been run over. A few nights ago, I was at a basketball game in which people my age were playing, my brothers age and even some kids who are in high school right now. Except instead of being a normal basketball game it was basically a big fight.
The very first weird dream I had my mom, dad, Dan and I were on a boat and a bad man was trying to sink it. That was followed with a dream about me giving birth...to a doll...only a doll with real boy parts. Imagine a plastic doll with not so plastic junk.
Yep...that's just weird.
Friday, October 15, 2010
19 weeks down, 21 to go
How Far Along? 19 weeks
Symptoms? A lot of belly twinges and a little bit of pain, belly is growing like crazy, tender breasts (more than they have been the previous 6 weeks or so), really tired, every time I stand up I have to pee
Weight gain? I was at one pound gained three weeks ago, but I wouldn't be shocked if I had put on three more. I'm constantly hungry now.
Sleep? Getting harder. I need to get myself a body pillow, but so far, I've resisted. I have to wake up to turn over, and most nights, I get up twice to go to the bathroom. Our toliet upstairs is still out of commission (although the shower is usable now), so I have to make the trip downstairs each time.
Best Moment of the Week? Having today off. Since I haven't been getting much sleep lately, I've been exhausted at work. I got a nice nap in today, which should help.
I've also heard a lot of feedback from a column I wrote that ran in last Sunday's American News. I never expected it to touch so many people. It means a lot that it was so well received.
Worst Moment of the Week? Round ligament pain. Enough said.
Food Cravings? Protein...especially red meat.
Gender? We'll know Oct. 28. Secretly, I'll admit, I'm hoping for a girl. I have no idea why. That being said, I'll be just as happy with a boy. I just feel blessed that we're getting this shot.
What I miss? Besides the occassional craving for alcohol (particarly beer), not much. I really am enjoying this pregnancy.
What I'm looking forward to? Finding out the gender and a planned shopping trip with the hubby and my mom.
Symptoms? A lot of belly twinges and a little bit of pain, belly is growing like crazy, tender breasts (more than they have been the previous 6 weeks or so), really tired, every time I stand up I have to pee
Weight gain? I was at one pound gained three weeks ago, but I wouldn't be shocked if I had put on three more. I'm constantly hungry now.
Sleep? Getting harder. I need to get myself a body pillow, but so far, I've resisted. I have to wake up to turn over, and most nights, I get up twice to go to the bathroom. Our toliet upstairs is still out of commission (although the shower is usable now), so I have to make the trip downstairs each time.
Best Moment of the Week? Having today off. Since I haven't been getting much sleep lately, I've been exhausted at work. I got a nice nap in today, which should help.
I've also heard a lot of feedback from a column I wrote that ran in last Sunday's American News. I never expected it to touch so many people. It means a lot that it was so well received.
Worst Moment of the Week? Round ligament pain. Enough said.
Food Cravings? Protein...especially red meat.
Gender? We'll know Oct. 28. Secretly, I'll admit, I'm hoping for a girl. I have no idea why. That being said, I'll be just as happy with a boy. I just feel blessed that we're getting this shot.
What I miss? Besides the occassional craving for alcohol (particarly beer), not much. I really am enjoying this pregnancy.
What I'm looking forward to? Finding out the gender and a planned shopping trip with the hubby and my mom.
Wish list II
More things I want:
Vulli Sophie the Giraffe Teether, $21.99, babiesrus.com
Danu Safari Giraffe Plush, $9.99, babiesrus.com
Nursery Bath Wraps, $24.00, potterybarnkids.com
Vulli Sophie the Giraffe Teether, $21.99, babiesrus.com
Danu Safari Giraffe Plush, $9.99, babiesrus.com
Nursery Bath Wraps, $24.00, potterybarnkids.com
Monday, October 11, 2010
Blessed
I've been both overwhelmed and touched by the outpouring of support and feedback I've gotten from the Aberdeen community since my column ran in the American News on Sunday.
http://www.aberdeennews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20101010/LIVING/10100306
Today, I was at medical office to interview a doctor for a story I'm working on and two nurses stopped me to tell me how much they liked it. My husband had several people say the same thing to him today.
It's never easy to put yourself and your feelings completely out there. It's one thing to blog about them on here, it's another to have it published with your name attached.
I feel incredibly blessed to know that 1) people care and 2) that there are so many people who identified with what I wrote. Thanks to everyone who read with an open mind...and an open heart.
http://www.aberdeennews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20101010/LIVING/10100306
Today, I was at medical office to interview a doctor for a story I'm working on and two nurses stopped me to tell me how much they liked it. My husband had several people say the same thing to him today.
It's never easy to put yourself and your feelings completely out there. It's one thing to blog about them on here, it's another to have it published with your name attached.
I feel incredibly blessed to know that 1) people care and 2) that there are so many people who identified with what I wrote. Thanks to everyone who read with an open mind...and an open heart.
Sick day
When I woke up this morning, I briefly thought about staying home from work. But then I remembered that my new boss started today and I didn't want to make a bad impression.
I'm not sure if it was a touch of the stomach flu or just fun pregnancy-related goodness, but I was really sick. Before leaving the house, I made four or five runs to the bathroom, gagging or with a hand over my mouth as I ran. I never quite finished the job, but the thought of replaying the scene over and over throughout the day at work wasn't too appealing.
Still, I made it through the day -- with just a few of those same symptoms. Eating food wasn't an issue (I had a healthy lunch and supper). Smelling it was. Even a quick sniff of my prenatals tonight had me doubling over.
While I did have morning sickness during the first trimester, I don't ever remember it being as strange as this.
I'm not sure if it was a touch of the stomach flu or just fun pregnancy-related goodness, but I was really sick. Before leaving the house, I made four or five runs to the bathroom, gagging or with a hand over my mouth as I ran. I never quite finished the job, but the thought of replaying the scene over and over throughout the day at work wasn't too appealing.
Still, I made it through the day -- with just a few of those same symptoms. Eating food wasn't an issue (I had a healthy lunch and supper). Smelling it was. Even a quick sniff of my prenatals tonight had me doubling over.
While I did have morning sickness during the first trimester, I don't ever remember it being as strange as this.
Girl or boy?
We won't find out if we're having a boy or girl until Oct. 28 (and that's only if baby cooperates). At that point, I'll be 21 weeks along.
And yes, we're finding out (despite what Dan's grandma has to say about the topic). Anybody who knows me well should know that I'd want to know. I'm too much of a planner.
What's right for someone else isn't always right for everyone. It's a personal choice to be decided by mom and dad. I try to remember that each and every time random individuals tell us not to find out (including a political candidate who thought it was wise to stop by my husband's desk at work and give him some "advice" on the subject.)
Going by myths, it should be a girl. The heart rate has been on the quicker side (179 and 156) and the Chinese gender chart also says girl. But...that's if you really believe that stuff. I don't.
I think it's a boy. Dan thinks we're having a girl.
Anybody else care to guess?
And yes, we're finding out (despite what Dan's grandma has to say about the topic). Anybody who knows me well should know that I'd want to know. I'm too much of a planner.
What's right for someone else isn't always right for everyone. It's a personal choice to be decided by mom and dad. I try to remember that each and every time random individuals tell us not to find out (including a political candidate who thought it was wise to stop by my husband's desk at work and give him some "advice" on the subject.)
Going by myths, it should be a girl. The heart rate has been on the quicker side (179 and 156) and the Chinese gender chart also says girl. But...that's if you really believe that stuff. I don't.
I think it's a boy. Dan thinks we're having a girl.
Anybody else care to guess?
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Finally an answer
This afternoon, I got a call from my nurse. Dan's test results had finally come back. He is NOT a carrier of cystic fibrosis, which means that our child has no chance of getting it. Had he been a carrier (like I am) our baby would have had a 25 percent chance of being diagnosed with cystic fibrosis. Now, it's not something we even have to worry about. I'm relieved, happy and so excited.
A few minutes after getting the great news, I got some more (on a smaller level). My work did a United Way fundraiser. We could buy chances at two days off or one day off. I spent $7 and put in $6 chances in the two-days off bucket and two in the other one. Well, I won. I get two extra days off to use in the next six months, which of course means I can take a few more days of maternity leave.
A few minutes after getting the great news, I got some more (on a smaller level). My work did a United Way fundraiser. We could buy chances at two days off or one day off. I spent $7 and put in $6 chances in the two-days off bucket and two in the other one. Well, I won. I get two extra days off to use in the next six months, which of course means I can take a few more days of maternity leave.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I wanted to slap her
As I came out of the doctor's office this afternoon -- after getting a flu shot I might add -- I encountered a young mom with her two kids. A young pregnant mom. Oh wait...a young pregnant smoking mom.
I was tempted to say something, but I didn't. Instead I just thought bad thoughts about her and felt sorry for her children.
I was tempted to say something, but I didn't. Instead I just thought bad thoughts about her and felt sorry for her children.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
The question game
How Far Along? 17 weeks, 4 days
Maternity Clothes? Since I technically switched to maternity clothes at 10.5 weeks (I know, most people aren't even showing by then), this is a question that's really easy to answer. It's been all maternity clothes, all the time since then. When I'm home, I'll wear t-shirts and shorts. And I probably could still fit in to my regular jeans (mainly because they snap below the belly and they were too big to begin with). The shirts are where I run into problems. Everything is too short...unless it's maternity.
Stretch Marks? Nothing new.
Weight gain? I had gained one pound as of my 16-week appointment. There haven't been any big jumps on the scale. I'm assuming maybe I'm up to 2 now.
Sleep? Depends on the night. Some nights I have no issues. Sometimes my belly feels so heavy that it keeps me up. My constant trips to the bathroom have let up a bit, which is fantastic news.
Best Moment of the Week? I haven't had it yet. I'm hoping it will come when we hear that Dan isn't a cystic fibrosis carrier. Other than that, it's kind of nice to feel the little flutters now and then.
Worst Moment of the Week? Work has been hectic as of late.
Food Cravings? anything spicy
Gender? We won't know for another 3 weeks and 2 days. I know, it's not like I'm counting down or anything. :) Dan says he's hoping for a girl and he thinks it's a girl. I think it's a boy.
What I miss? It's funny. I've never been a huge drinker, but there's something about really wanting what you can't have.
What I'm looking forward to? Our remodeling project being done so I can start getting the nursery ready.
Maternity Clothes? Since I technically switched to maternity clothes at 10.5 weeks (I know, most people aren't even showing by then), this is a question that's really easy to answer. It's been all maternity clothes, all the time since then. When I'm home, I'll wear t-shirts and shorts. And I probably could still fit in to my regular jeans (mainly because they snap below the belly and they were too big to begin with). The shirts are where I run into problems. Everything is too short...unless it's maternity.
Stretch Marks? Nothing new.
Weight gain? I had gained one pound as of my 16-week appointment. There haven't been any big jumps on the scale. I'm assuming maybe I'm up to 2 now.
Sleep? Depends on the night. Some nights I have no issues. Sometimes my belly feels so heavy that it keeps me up. My constant trips to the bathroom have let up a bit, which is fantastic news.
Best Moment of the Week? I haven't had it yet. I'm hoping it will come when we hear that Dan isn't a cystic fibrosis carrier. Other than that, it's kind of nice to feel the little flutters now and then.
Worst Moment of the Week? Work has been hectic as of late.
Food Cravings? anything spicy
Gender? We won't know for another 3 weeks and 2 days. I know, it's not like I'm counting down or anything. :) Dan says he's hoping for a girl and he thinks it's a girl. I think it's a boy.
What I miss? It's funny. I've never been a huge drinker, but there's something about really wanting what you can't have.
What I'm looking forward to? Our remodeling project being done so I can start getting the nursery ready.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
More babies
Yesterday I attended a baby shower for my good friend Melissa. She's due in three weeks.
Throughout the last five years, Dan and I have pretty much done things at the same pace as Melissa and her husband, Rob.
We bought a house just a few months before they did. We got married just a year later than they did. And now we're having a baby...about 20 weeks after they do.
It's been really nice throughout this pregnancy to be able to compare notes. If I'm curious about what is supposed to happen at the different stages, I ask Melissa (or my friend Jackie who had her son Zach about three months ago). Or if I just want to talk about being pregnant (which let's be honest, happens a lot) there's always someone there.
A few days ago, another couple that we know announced they too are pregnant. It didn't take Dan long to figure out that our child will be in the same class at the same school as Rob and Melissa's and Jordan and Natalie's. In a bigger town (well, for South Dakota anyway) that's not always a given. You would have thought he won the lottery.
Throughout the last five years, Dan and I have pretty much done things at the same pace as Melissa and her husband, Rob.
We bought a house just a few months before they did. We got married just a year later than they did. And now we're having a baby...about 20 weeks after they do.
It's been really nice throughout this pregnancy to be able to compare notes. If I'm curious about what is supposed to happen at the different stages, I ask Melissa (or my friend Jackie who had her son Zach about three months ago). Or if I just want to talk about being pregnant (which let's be honest, happens a lot) there's always someone there.
A few days ago, another couple that we know announced they too are pregnant. It didn't take Dan long to figure out that our child will be in the same class at the same school as Rob and Melissa's and Jordan and Natalie's. In a bigger town (well, for South Dakota anyway) that's not always a given. You would have thought he won the lottery.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Genetic testing
On Thursday, I got the results back from the testing we had done at my 16-week appointment.
The AFP test, which is used for detecting things like neural tube defects, abdominal wall defects, esophageal and duodenal atresia, some renal and urinary tract anomalies, turner syndrome, some low birth weight fetuses, placental complications or Down Syndrome, came back low risk. It was fantastic to hear that news.
But on the cystic fibrosis test, we weren't so lucky. My nurse, Monica, told me that I'm a carrier. One of the 32 genes they tested had a mild mutation, she said. One in 29 people are carriers.
The next step is to test Dan to see if he's a carrier. After talking about it, we decided that's something we wanted to do. He went in for the blood work on Thursday. We should find out the results sometime between Tuesday and Thursday of next week.
If Dan is a carrier of cystic fibrosis (and as I understand it, it would have to be a mutation of the same gene as I have) then our child has a one in four chance of having cystic fibrosis. If it's determined that he's not a carrier, then we have nothing to worry about.
While the chances are slim, it's still scary.
The AFP test, which is used for detecting things like neural tube defects, abdominal wall defects, esophageal and duodenal atresia, some renal and urinary tract anomalies, turner syndrome, some low birth weight fetuses, placental complications or Down Syndrome, came back low risk. It was fantastic to hear that news.
But on the cystic fibrosis test, we weren't so lucky. My nurse, Monica, told me that I'm a carrier. One of the 32 genes they tested had a mild mutation, she said. One in 29 people are carriers.
The next step is to test Dan to see if he's a carrier. After talking about it, we decided that's something we wanted to do. He went in for the blood work on Thursday. We should find out the results sometime between Tuesday and Thursday of next week.
If Dan is a carrier of cystic fibrosis (and as I understand it, it would have to be a mutation of the same gene as I have) then our child has a one in four chance of having cystic fibrosis. If it's determined that he's not a carrier, then we have nothing to worry about.
While the chances are slim, it's still scary.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Complaint day
Someone recently told my husband that if we can survive remodeling and a pregnancy at the same time then our marriage is rock solid. I hope she's right.
I hate to say it, but the pregnancy has been the easy part lately. It's the other stresses that have begun to take their toll.
Yesterday marked three weeks that we've been without a shower or upstairs bathroom in our house. While I'm very grateful that we're able to go shower at my mother-in-law's, it's started to become a real pain (probably for her, too).
When you're pregnant, you pee a lot...especially at night. Sometimes, I have to get up just one time. Then there's been a few times when I've gotten up three times. Right now, I have to walk down the stairs to use the bathroom down there. And when I come back up to bed, I can't get to sleep. It makes for an interesting night.
I hate to say it, but the pregnancy has been the easy part lately. It's the other stresses that have begun to take their toll.
Yesterday marked three weeks that we've been without a shower or upstairs bathroom in our house. While I'm very grateful that we're able to go shower at my mother-in-law's, it's started to become a real pain (probably for her, too).
When you're pregnant, you pee a lot...especially at night. Sometimes, I have to get up just one time. Then there's been a few times when I've gotten up three times. Right now, I have to walk down the stairs to use the bathroom down there. And when I come back up to bed, I can't get to sleep. It makes for an interesting night.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Hunger pains
Every week, I get an e-mail from one of those baby websites telling me what to expect. This week, it had to do with hunger.
"Expect to have the appetite of a trucker," it said. "Don't be surprised if you can eat an XL pizza by yourself."
While it hasn't been nearly that bad, I have been more hungry lately. Last night, for example, I woke up at about 4 a.m. hungry as can be. All I wanted was food. I went and used the bathroom and came back to bed, but my stomach and my head weren't having it.
Finally after laying there for a good 20 minutes, I turned on my bed-side light and grabbed a book. Less than a chapter later I regained my droopy, sleepy eyes and settled in for the rest of the night — without food.
"Expect to have the appetite of a trucker," it said. "Don't be surprised if you can eat an XL pizza by yourself."
While it hasn't been nearly that bad, I have been more hungry lately. Last night, for example, I woke up at about 4 a.m. hungry as can be. All I wanted was food. I went and used the bathroom and came back to bed, but my stomach and my head weren't having it.
Finally after laying there for a good 20 minutes, I turned on my bed-side light and grabbed a book. Less than a chapter later I regained my droopy, sleepy eyes and settled in for the rest of the night — without food.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saying goodbye...and hello
Last Tuesday, Dan and I said goodbye to our dog Emma. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, but I know it was the right decision. Emma, who was just 6.5 years old, had gotten sick and no treatment would work. We made the decision to put her to sleep because we didn't want her to suffer. Before we said goodbye for the last time, I spent some time outside the vet's office with her. We sat in the grass with her on my lap. As tears rolled from my eyes, she tried to comfort me with kisses. Later, when the vet was preparing to give her the shot, she kissed my cheek one last time.
When we got home, Jazzy (one of our other dogs) wouldn't leave my side. As soon as I would tear up, she'd put her head on my shoulder as if to say 'it will be O.K."
As I laid on the couch later that night with Jazzy right behind my legs, I felt something strange -- a weird flutter in my stomach. Dan, who was at work, called right then. "I think I felt the baby kick," I said. But I wasn't quite sure that's what it was. A minute or so later, it happened again. This time, it felt like popcorn popping. I knew exactly what it was.
On the day I said goodbye to Emma, our baby said hello.
When we got home, Jazzy (one of our other dogs) wouldn't leave my side. As soon as I would tear up, she'd put her head on my shoulder as if to say 'it will be O.K."
As I laid on the couch later that night with Jazzy right behind my legs, I felt something strange -- a weird flutter in my stomach. Dan, who was at work, called right then. "I think I felt the baby kick," I said. But I wasn't quite sure that's what it was. A minute or so later, it happened again. This time, it felt like popcorn popping. I knew exactly what it was.
On the day I said goodbye to Emma, our baby said hello.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Wish list
Nothing to do on a Saturday night. Husband is watching the Twins play. I'm surfing the Internet for cute baby items. Here are some of my favorites:
Waffle crochet beanie, $9.99 from www.mylittlenoggin.com
Cloud b Sleep Sheep - Four Soothing Sounds From Nature, $18.86, www.amazon.com
"Let The Fin Begin" Terry Shark Robe, $30.00, babyaspen.com
C.R. Gibson Jack Bound Memory Book, $24.99, babiesrus.com
Waffle crochet beanie, $9.99 from www.mylittlenoggin.com
Cloud b Sleep Sheep - Four Soothing Sounds From Nature, $18.86, www.amazon.com
"Let The Fin Begin" Terry Shark Robe, $30.00, babyaspen.com
C.R. Gibson Jack Bound Memory Book, $24.99, babiesrus.com
Nursery decor
I almost hate to admit this, but I've had our nursery decor/theme picked out for about two years. When I saw it, I loved it.
Since then, I've added the whole collection (rug, diaper stacker, hamper, mobile, wall hangings, curtains, night light and even a light switch cover). It's given us a headstart on decorating, and it's also completely neutral.
Since then, I've added the whole collection (rug, diaper stacker, hamper, mobile, wall hangings, curtains, night light and even a light switch cover). It's given us a headstart on decorating, and it's also completely neutral.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
16 weeks down, 24 to go
We had our 16-week appointment this morning. Here are some highlights:
• We chose to do the AFP test, which is basically a genetic test that tests for possible birth defects. If it comes back high risk, that doesn’t mean something is wrong. It just means they send you to Sioux Falls for a closer look. I should know the results in 5 to 7 days.
* I also chose to see if I’m a carrier of cystic fibrosis. My doctor said about 40 percent of couples choose to do the test. If my test comes back positive, they’ll test the husband. It’s really a personal decision on whether you chose to do the test or not. For me, I’d rather know. Will it change how we proceed with this pregnancy? Not at all.
* I got weighed. I’m 16 weeks in and I’ve gained a pound. Not bad.
* We got to listen to the heartbeat. I still find it strange that the baby isn’t even located where my belly has ballooned. The baby is really, really low in my abdomen. My new belly (trust me, I had plenty of belly there before) is much higher. Still, the doctor was able to locate the heartbeat within seconds. The rate: 156. Four weeks ago it was 179. The doctor was really happy with the numbers.
* We’ll (hopefully) find out what we’re having on Oct. 28. At that point, I’ll be 21 weeks in. I was hoping it would happen a week earlier. In this case, I’ll have to just learn to be patient.
• We chose to do the AFP test, which is basically a genetic test that tests for possible birth defects. If it comes back high risk, that doesn’t mean something is wrong. It just means they send you to Sioux Falls for a closer look. I should know the results in 5 to 7 days.
* I also chose to see if I’m a carrier of cystic fibrosis. My doctor said about 40 percent of couples choose to do the test. If my test comes back positive, they’ll test the husband. It’s really a personal decision on whether you chose to do the test or not. For me, I’d rather know. Will it change how we proceed with this pregnancy? Not at all.
* I got weighed. I’m 16 weeks in and I’ve gained a pound. Not bad.
* We got to listen to the heartbeat. I still find it strange that the baby isn’t even located where my belly has ballooned. The baby is really, really low in my abdomen. My new belly (trust me, I had plenty of belly there before) is much higher. Still, the doctor was able to locate the heartbeat within seconds. The rate: 156. Four weeks ago it was 179. The doctor was really happy with the numbers.
* We’ll (hopefully) find out what we’re having on Oct. 28. At that point, I’ll be 21 weeks in. I was hoping it would happen a week earlier. In this case, I’ll have to just learn to be patient.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Buying things
Over the last few weeks (and trips to Minneapolis and Sioux Falls), I've gone on a bit of a buying spree. If it's cute and gender neutral, I've basically bought it. To my credit though, I didn't pay more than 50 percent of the original price for anything. And a few of the outfits in this picture were picked out by me, but purchased by the husband. One of the outfits was even bought by my mom.
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Still, Dan "informed" me this week that I can't buy anything else until we find out if we're having a boy or a girl. Keep in mind that we're not finding out for another month. And then...he went and bought two onesies and a stuffed animal on Friday night. Sure, the stuff is cute (even Jazzy liked it) but is it really fair that he told me I couldn't buy anything else and then went out and bought something himself? I think not.
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Still, Dan "informed" me this week that I can't buy anything else until we find out if we're having a boy or a girl. Keep in mind that we're not finding out for another month. And then...he went and bought two onesies and a stuffed animal on Friday night. Sure, the stuff is cute (even Jazzy liked it) but is it really fair that he told me I couldn't buy anything else and then went out and bought something himself? I think not.
Blog roll
Throughout our challenges to get pregnant, I came across a few blogs that I really identified with. They got me through some of the rough times and provided a few laughs along the way. The woman who write these blogs are incredibly strong, inspiring and I'm happy to report every single of one them is now pregnant. Take a look if you get the chance.
http://ohhappymiracle.tumblr.com/ (Kristen is 5-weeks pregnant and has been a complete inspiration for me. I look forward to following along as she progresses through her pregnancy)
http://www.bustedplumbing.com/ (Kate and her husband Adam will be having their little boy around Christmas. She's an extremely funny, talented lady. When she announced she was pregnant, I was so happy for her)
http://ttcbabyblog.blogspot.com/ (Amy is due just a few weeks before I am. It's been interesting to follow along as we basically go through this whole thing at the same rate)
Here are a few more baby-friendly blogs I recommend:
http://dearbabyblog.com/ (Melissa gives great tips as she takes readers through the life of Everly, her little girl.)
babygrumish.blogspot.com (Good friend Jackie had cute little Zach this summer.)
mommyboots.com (Natalie lived through a miscarriage and now has her daughter Nellie)
http://raisingdakota.com/blog/ (A collection of parents, including me, sharing their thoughts, expertise, etc. on parenting)
http://ohhappymiracle.tumblr.com/ (Kristen is 5-weeks pregnant and has been a complete inspiration for me. I look forward to following along as she progresses through her pregnancy)
http://www.bustedplumbing.com/ (Kate and her husband Adam will be having their little boy around Christmas. She's an extremely funny, talented lady. When she announced she was pregnant, I was so happy for her)
http://ttcbabyblog.blogspot.com/ (Amy is due just a few weeks before I am. It's been interesting to follow along as we basically go through this whole thing at the same rate)
Here are a few more baby-friendly blogs I recommend:
http://dearbabyblog.com/ (Melissa gives great tips as she takes readers through the life of Everly, her little girl.)
babygrumish.blogspot.com (Good friend Jackie had cute little Zach this summer.)
mommyboots.com (Natalie lived through a miscarriage and now has her daughter Nellie)
http://raisingdakota.com/blog/ (A collection of parents, including me, sharing their thoughts, expertise, etc. on parenting)
First ultrasound
About three weeks ago, we saw our little one for the first time. The husband and I went in for our 12-week appointment and there he/she was.
As the ultrasound tech did her job, I asked about a heartbeat. “You’re a bit ahead of me,” she said. My husband told me to relax. “It will be OK,” he said. So I laid back and waited.
Here’s the thing about our story: Because it took the hubby and I much longer than we thought it would to get to this point, we actually had begun to explore adoption.
We scheduled an appointment with an agency and were ready to take the first steps. Two days before the meeting, I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. Still, I was frantic. Thoughts of miscarriage were constantly on my mind, and I couldn’t truly let myself get excited about having a baby until I felt like it was really going to happen. For me, that involved hearing (and seeing) the heartbeat.
So, as the ultrasound tech continued to look, I continued to pray. I noticed my hand shaking and tried to get it to stop. I thought to myself ‘If this doesn’t go well, hold it together. We can always try again.’ I tried to remain positive, but inside I was frightened. Dan tried to grab my hand. I gently pushed his away. If he held my hand, he’d see how bad I was shaking.
The tech didn’t give us any warning. She looked up as she turned on the sound on the monitor. And there it was. This is so cliche, but it literally was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. The heartbeat was fast — 179 beats per minute. And it was perfect. I'll never forget that moment.
As the ultrasound tech did her job, I asked about a heartbeat. “You’re a bit ahead of me,” she said. My husband told me to relax. “It will be OK,” he said. So I laid back and waited.
Here’s the thing about our story: Because it took the hubby and I much longer than we thought it would to get to this point, we actually had begun to explore adoption.
We scheduled an appointment with an agency and were ready to take the first steps. Two days before the meeting, I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. Still, I was frantic. Thoughts of miscarriage were constantly on my mind, and I couldn’t truly let myself get excited about having a baby until I felt like it was really going to happen. For me, that involved hearing (and seeing) the heartbeat.
So, as the ultrasound tech continued to look, I continued to pray. I noticed my hand shaking and tried to get it to stop. I thought to myself ‘If this doesn’t go well, hold it together. We can always try again.’ I tried to remain positive, but inside I was frightened. Dan tried to grab my hand. I gently pushed his away. If he held my hand, he’d see how bad I was shaking.
The tech didn’t give us any warning. She looked up as she turned on the sound on the monitor. And there it was. This is so cliche, but it literally was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. The heartbeat was fast — 179 beats per minute. And it was perfect. I'll never forget that moment.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Our story
I've always known that I want to be a mom. It's never been a matter of if; it's always been about when.
When Dan and I married in May of 2007, I was ready. The maternal instict had hit. He wasn't. And so we waited. After about six months, his wants caught up with mine and we started trying.
We never wanted too much pressure on ourselves, so we didn't obsess. We just waited. After a year, and watching friends begin to start families, we started putting in more of an effort.
But then many months went by and we were still babyless.
So, we waited...and then we waited some more. And after about 2.5 years, it finally happened for us.
I found out I was pregnant on July 14. Up until that point, I was too scared to take a test. I woke up in the middle of the night and decided 'Now's the time." I was 10 days late, the symptoms had already arrived...it was time to find out -- for sure. When the stick turned positive, I teared up. And then I went and woke up Dan. He did a fist pump (no joke...similiar to what he'd do when the Twins score a run) and then he came and gave me a hug. He quickly went back to sleep. I couldn't. I was too excited.
I just kept thinking 'I'm going to be a mom.'
And I am. Our little one is due on March 11.
When Dan and I married in May of 2007, I was ready. The maternal instict had hit. He wasn't. And so we waited. After about six months, his wants caught up with mine and we started trying.
We never wanted too much pressure on ourselves, so we didn't obsess. We just waited. After a year, and watching friends begin to start families, we started putting in more of an effort.
But then many months went by and we were still babyless.
So, we waited...and then we waited some more. And after about 2.5 years, it finally happened for us.
I found out I was pregnant on July 14. Up until that point, I was too scared to take a test. I woke up in the middle of the night and decided 'Now's the time." I was 10 days late, the symptoms had already arrived...it was time to find out -- for sure. When the stick turned positive, I teared up. And then I went and woke up Dan. He did a fist pump (no joke...similiar to what he'd do when the Twins score a run) and then he came and gave me a hug. He quickly went back to sleep. I couldn't. I was too excited.
I just kept thinking 'I'm going to be a mom.'
And I am. Our little one is due on March 11.
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