The countdown is really beginning now! There are only 95 days left until my due date! I can’t wait! Our friends Adam and Jen just had a beautiful baby boy (Luke) on January 4th and visiting them in the hospital made me so excited for our own bundle of joy to get here! I’m starting to feel just the tiniest bit uncomfortable and I know it’s only going to get worse from here on out.
Baby Walker is moving A LOT these days! Especially at night when I am trying to sleep! Some nights between a restless husband and a restless baby, I feel like I don’t get to sleep at all. I try to take as many naps as I can, simply because I know the sleeplessness is only going to get worse before it gets better. Overall though, I can’t complain too much. I’m still dealing with pain issues, but now that I am down to less than 100 days, I know that soon the pregnancy portion will be all over and I’ll have new pains and issues to deal with! (Like losing the weight and hopefully getting my body back!)
Today I am going for the dreaded glucose testing! I’m not looking forward to downing my bottle of orange liquid that tastes like a can of flat orange soda. All of these tests are the one thing I could really do without during this whole pregnancy thing!
I think I am doing much better with my eating habits, and I am hoping that when I go to my appointment on the 25th that the scale doesn’t show another 12 pound increase! I’ve been weighing myself daily at home, and there hasn’t been any dramatic weight gain, so I’m crossing my fingers that I can hold steady over the next 2 weeks. I’ve been walking on the treadmill at home. I managed 3 times last week and the week before. I am going to try and up that to 5 times this week and next. I really have to push through the pain in my ass, hips and legs, and I usually ache when I’m finished, but they say the exercise is beneficial, so as long as I can stand it, I’m going to push myself.
In other “mom” news, Tyler is turning 7 this week! I can’t believe it! My baby is going to be 7 years old and is quite the little man! He is really looking forward to becoming a big brother and talks to the baby constantly. We keep telling him that it will be his responsibility to change all the diapers! He says “no way, you’re the mom that’s your job!” I’m sure he’ll be willing to help out with all aspects once the baby is here!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
You gained 12 Pounds in 4 Weeks!?!?!?!?!
So much for the theory that I won’t gain as much weight as the last time! And, needless to say, my Doctor wasn’t too pleased with me at my last check up. Apparently, I somehow gained 12 pounds over the last 4 weeks. (I’m sure it had nothing to do with the holiday meals and frequent dinners out celebrating the season.) I tried pleading with her, “But it was JUST Christmas.” She didn’t look amused. As she flipped through my chart (all the way back to when I was pregnant the first time) she continued to look at me with accusatory eyes and that “how dare you expression.” I tried to convince her that you can’t compare this pregnancy to the last, AT ALL. For starters, I’m seven years older and I started out heavier this time around (about 15 pounds heavier). She tsk tsk’d me when she said, “well you didn’t even hit this weight until the END of your previous pregnancy.” At that point, I just gave up; I hung my head and said, “Yes, I know.” I then listened to the “More weight gain, higher risks of this and that” speech.
And so, that brings me to my New Year’s resolution . . . to REALLY start watching what I am eating! No more junk food in the house because I can’t control myself and I definitely don’t want to give birth to a 10 pound baby (6 lbs 15 oz was tragic enough). Now that the holidays are over, I have no more excuses, no more reasons to splurge on dessert. And I need to try and get more exercise in to my routine. I have really been immobile because of the hip and tailbone pain, but I am going to have to force myself to push through it and get moving.
Overall, I really find this amusing, simply because I don’t feel like I’ve packed on 12 pounds. I admit that I haven’t been the best about watching my diet, but I also don’t feel like huge whale either. Everyone says that I look great, just all belly. Oh well!
And so, that brings me to my New Year’s resolution . . . to REALLY start watching what I am eating! No more junk food in the house because I can’t control myself and I definitely don’t want to give birth to a 10 pound baby (6 lbs 15 oz was tragic enough). Now that the holidays are over, I have no more excuses, no more reasons to splurge on dessert. And I need to try and get more exercise in to my routine. I have really been immobile because of the hip and tailbone pain, but I am going to have to force myself to push through it and get moving.
Overall, I really find this amusing, simply because I don’t feel like I’ve packed on 12 pounds. I admit that I haven’t been the best about watching my diet, but I also don’t feel like huge whale either. Everyone says that I look great, just all belly. Oh well!
Friday, December 14, 2007
22 Weeks! Is It Over Yet?
I know I shouldn't complain, but really it’s so difficult not to! Especially when you are feeling like crap, as I am right now. The past couple of days I have had a very unhappy digestive tract, not sure of the cause (could it be the stomach bug that seems to be going around, or something in my diet?) all I know is that I've been dealing with a case of diarrhea that doesn't want to go away (a disgusting subject, I know). Overall, it isn’t that bad, I’m not throwing up and eating is not a problem. The problem is, as soon as I do eat, the contents of my stomach immediately empty, in a not-so-happy manner. I’ve been trying to drink plenty of fluids so I don’t get dehydrated; my next plan of attack is to try the so-called BRAT diet (Bananas, rice, applesauce, and toast) as a solution and to cut out dairy, which apparently can make the problem worse. So much for my beloved morning bowl of cereal! I am hoping that by the end of the weekend, this problem is under control! If not, I’m guessing I should make a call to the doctor.
Other complaints: the pain in my lower back STILL exists! I’ve found no real relief and I am just really aggravated! I’ve determined that what I am experiencing is “posterior pelvic pain.” I feel it deep inside my buttocks (specifically my tailbone area) and hips and it has now progressed to pain down the backs of my thighs! Just about every activity seems to make it worse. Sitting, getting in and out of bed, climbing stairs, getting dressed, you name it!
On a positive note, both Eric and Tyler have now felt the baby move! I’m not really sure what they think, but it’s cool and exciting to know that someone other than me has gotten to experience baby movement! And despite all the not-so-fun side effects of being pregnant, I am really looking forward to meeting the new little one! Only 18 weeks to go!
Other complaints: the pain in my lower back STILL exists! I’ve found no real relief and I am just really aggravated! I’ve determined that what I am experiencing is “posterior pelvic pain.” I feel it deep inside my buttocks (specifically my tailbone area) and hips and it has now progressed to pain down the backs of my thighs! Just about every activity seems to make it worse. Sitting, getting in and out of bed, climbing stairs, getting dressed, you name it!
On a positive note, both Eric and Tyler have now felt the baby move! I’m not really sure what they think, but it’s cool and exciting to know that someone other than me has gotten to experience baby movement! And despite all the not-so-fun side effects of being pregnant, I am really looking forward to meeting the new little one! Only 18 weeks to go!
Monday, December 3, 2007
20 Weeks!
I have officially made it to the half-way point! Only 20 more weeks to go! I’ve been a slacker and haven’t written in a while, mostly because things are pretty calm and there is nothing major to report. We had our ultrasound last Tuesday and everything looks really good. Baby Walker is quite a mover and a shaker, barely holding still for the ultrasound tech to get the pictures needed. And, for those of you who are wondering, yes, I did find out the baby’s sex . . . BUT . . . Eric doesn’t want to know, so I’m keeping it a secret! Sorry!
I am feeling the baby move a lot, and like I said before, Baby Walker is quite a mover! At roughly 13 ounces, baby can throw a mean punch (or kick). Big Brother Tyler has tried a few times to feel the baby moving in Mommy’s tummy, but his patience usually runs out and he takes off to get into something more exciting! I also tried to get Eric to feel the baby move, but that was interrupted by a possible “deer” sighting, go figure . . . deer are WAY more important. It’s okay though, it is still pretty difficult to feel the baby from the outside, while it can be done, it does take some patience. I’m sure in a month or so, it will be much easier and a lot more fun!
I’m excited to be heading into my six month; every day is a day closer to meeting this new little creature growing inside me! The only downside to being pregnant so far has been the horrendous pain I feel in my butt and hips. The doctor did say that any discomfort in my hips that I’m having should begin to subside in the next month, and I really hope so! I’m so annoyed by how much it hurts.
I am feeling the baby move a lot, and like I said before, Baby Walker is quite a mover! At roughly 13 ounces, baby can throw a mean punch (or kick). Big Brother Tyler has tried a few times to feel the baby moving in Mommy’s tummy, but his patience usually runs out and he takes off to get into something more exciting! I also tried to get Eric to feel the baby move, but that was interrupted by a possible “deer” sighting, go figure . . . deer are WAY more important. It’s okay though, it is still pretty difficult to feel the baby from the outside, while it can be done, it does take some patience. I’m sure in a month or so, it will be much easier and a lot more fun!
I’m excited to be heading into my six month; every day is a day closer to meeting this new little creature growing inside me! The only downside to being pregnant so far has been the horrendous pain I feel in my butt and hips. The doctor did say that any discomfort in my hips that I’m having should begin to subside in the next month, and I really hope so! I’m so annoyed by how much it hurts.
Friday, November 9, 2007
17 Weeks – Almost Halfway!
Today marks the start of my 17th week! I’m getting closer to that half-way point and I am sooooo glad. Not that I don’t like being pregnant, it’s just that I think I like being “not” pregnant much better!
Feeling the baby move is one of the joys I am getting to experience. I have been feeling random “flutters” for a couple of weeks now and the “flutters” are beginning to become stronger and more frequent. Our ultrasound is in 17 days! I am looking forward to seeing the little guy or girl on screen again.
In other news, I have begun to experience the most annoying and horrible pain known to man in my tailbone. It’s hurts to sit for long periods of time and it’s quite painful at night when I am lying in bed. I’ve done some internet research and have found that I am not the only pregnant lady to experience this problem, and I must say, I don’t remember having this problem at all with Tyler. I have read several reasons as to why this could be happening. One for example says that the pelvic floor ligaments attach to your tailbone and as they soften up, they hurt. Well, whatever the reason for the pain, I don’t like it! Seriously, it’s just not cool! And I’ve ruled out sciatica simply because there is no pain in my legs, the pain is all centrally located. Typically, so I’ve read, people who experience sciatica experience numbing or tingling down the backs of their legs. The pain I feel actually feels like someone is driving a nail into my tailbone with a 50 pound hammer!
Dream news – I had a very strange dream last night. I dreamt that I gave birth to a very healthy baby girl. Okay, that part is not so strange, the strange part is that I gave birth at 17 weeks to a healthy baby girl and when we brought her home we put her in a drawer and named her Sophia. I’m not exactly sure how to decode the dream, except to say that I hope it’s a sign that I’m having a baby girl! I have been having that “boy” feeling, the same feeling that I had when I was pregnant with Tyler, and even though I have been hoping for a girl, I can’t shake the “it’s a boy” feeling. That is until today. Because of the dream last night, now I’m not quite so sure, I almost feel 100% opposite, like it’s totally a girl. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be equally happy with either a boy or girl, but I do long for a little more estrogen in the household!
Feeling the baby move is one of the joys I am getting to experience. I have been feeling random “flutters” for a couple of weeks now and the “flutters” are beginning to become stronger and more frequent. Our ultrasound is in 17 days! I am looking forward to seeing the little guy or girl on screen again.
In other news, I have begun to experience the most annoying and horrible pain known to man in my tailbone. It’s hurts to sit for long periods of time and it’s quite painful at night when I am lying in bed. I’ve done some internet research and have found that I am not the only pregnant lady to experience this problem, and I must say, I don’t remember having this problem at all with Tyler. I have read several reasons as to why this could be happening. One for example says that the pelvic floor ligaments attach to your tailbone and as they soften up, they hurt. Well, whatever the reason for the pain, I don’t like it! Seriously, it’s just not cool! And I’ve ruled out sciatica simply because there is no pain in my legs, the pain is all centrally located. Typically, so I’ve read, people who experience sciatica experience numbing or tingling down the backs of their legs. The pain I feel actually feels like someone is driving a nail into my tailbone with a 50 pound hammer!
Dream news – I had a very strange dream last night. I dreamt that I gave birth to a very healthy baby girl. Okay, that part is not so strange, the strange part is that I gave birth at 17 weeks to a healthy baby girl and when we brought her home we put her in a drawer and named her Sophia. I’m not exactly sure how to decode the dream, except to say that I hope it’s a sign that I’m having a baby girl! I have been having that “boy” feeling, the same feeling that I had when I was pregnant with Tyler, and even though I have been hoping for a girl, I can’t shake the “it’s a boy” feeling. That is until today. Because of the dream last night, now I’m not quite so sure, I almost feel 100% opposite, like it’s totally a girl. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be equally happy with either a boy or girl, but I do long for a little more estrogen in the household!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Not much to report!
I know it’s been a while since I have written, but to be honest, since my last doctor’s appointment, the pregnancy has been pretty uneventful. I feel great, except for the afternoon slump, so I really can’t complain. I made it through my first trimester and I’m nearing 15 weeks, I am just soooo ready for this to be over! Mainly because it’s no fun being “the pregnant one” when you go out!
For example, this past weekend several of us went out for a birthday dinner (for my friend Kiley). Dinner was great, good conversation, good friends, and a lot of fun – EXCEPT for the fact that everyone else was able to enjoy several tasty beverages while I sat and very slowly sipped on a glass of wine (which I never finished). Now I know that 9 months isn’t really that long in the grand scheme of things and that alcohol is really not that important, but seriously my cravings for beer and vodka are just about unbearable! I am trying to remember how I did this the first time around, I don’t remember having quite the same disappointment and withdrawal as I do now, and I’m wondering why that is. Please don’t think that I am a raging alcoholic, because I really am not. But I do enjoy nice cold beer or an ever-so-tasty vodka concoction, but I rarely over-indulge (usually due to the fact that my husband beats me to it).
All in all, though, I really can’t complain. I’m healthy, all of my “lab tests” have come back clean and I feel good. So I just have to make it through the next 25 weeks! Eric has decided he doesn’t want to know the sex of the baby, he wants to be surprised! I’m just not down with that! So I plan on finding out, but sorry to everyone in advance! I won’t be telling! He he he! I managed to pull it off with Tyler, so I am sure I can do it again! I just don’t want to wait until the birth to know, I want to be prepared. I want to be able to think of the life growing inside of me as something other than “it.”
For example, this past weekend several of us went out for a birthday dinner (for my friend Kiley). Dinner was great, good conversation, good friends, and a lot of fun – EXCEPT for the fact that everyone else was able to enjoy several tasty beverages while I sat and very slowly sipped on a glass of wine (which I never finished). Now I know that 9 months isn’t really that long in the grand scheme of things and that alcohol is really not that important, but seriously my cravings for beer and vodka are just about unbearable! I am trying to remember how I did this the first time around, I don’t remember having quite the same disappointment and withdrawal as I do now, and I’m wondering why that is. Please don’t think that I am a raging alcoholic, because I really am not. But I do enjoy nice cold beer or an ever-so-tasty vodka concoction, but I rarely over-indulge (usually due to the fact that my husband beats me to it).
All in all, though, I really can’t complain. I’m healthy, all of my “lab tests” have come back clean and I feel good. So I just have to make it through the next 25 weeks! Eric has decided he doesn’t want to know the sex of the baby, he wants to be surprised! I’m just not down with that! So I plan on finding out, but sorry to everyone in advance! I won’t be telling! He he he! I managed to pull it off with Tyler, so I am sure I can do it again! I just don’t want to wait until the birth to know, I want to be prepared. I want to be able to think of the life growing inside of me as something other than “it.”
Friday, October 5, 2007
Dr’s Visit Number Two
So on Tuesday of this week I was back to the Doctor for my second visit, which consisted of meeting with a nurse to discuss “health history” and a visit with a doctor for a full examination. The history portion of the appointment was pretty eventless. I sat and answered the typical questions, heart disease-no, breast cancer-no, severe depression-no, high blood pressure-no, blah blah blah. All those stupid questions that are supposed to indicate whether you are at a higher risk for developing said diseases in the future. Then after all of the question asking was completed I was asked about my first pregnancy and the delivery, any complications, was your baby normal, did you have an epidural (no, I did not), etc, etc. That was then followed by how you should behave and what you should eat, sleep, think, and do while being pregnant, yada yada yada. As you can tell I just find this portion of being pregnant so VERY exciting.
After the “history” portion of the appointment, it was time for my exam. But first I needed to make that ever-so-important stop in the bathroom to give a urine sample. After my bathroom break (which was actually VERY appreciated) I was told to go back to the waiting room because the doctor was “not quite ready for me.” I waited about 10 minutes in the waiting room, just glancing through a magazine, I was called back again. The good news! I’ve only gained a pound! My blood pressure was also a very good 110/60. Next I was instructed to fully disrobe and put on the hospital gown and to wait on the table with the lovely paper cover over me, no problem done it hundreds of times (maybe not quite that many, but its definitely not a foreign concept). And so there I sit, naked except for my hospital gown and paper smock and wouldn’t you know – THE FIRE ALARM GOES OFF!
Now, I am not the “panicky” type, so the fact that the fire alarm was going off really didn’t bother me. I was more in an “I can’t believe this is happening, I’m naked for god sakes” state of mind and I sat there not sure how to react. So after about 30 seconds, I got up and kind of peeked my head out of the door and at that moment saw a nurse rushing toward me. “Come one, we’ve got to get you outta here.” To which I respond “Well, do I need to get dressed.” At that moment I find that the nurse is rushing and grabbing and says as she is throwing another hospital gown on me, “we’ll just cover you up with another gown, grab your flip flops.” I’m thinking, you’ve got to be F---ing kidding me!
So I’m quickly escorted out of the building with nurse shielding me as much as possible. After walking down some random hallways and out a back door we are in the parking lot. Me, the nurse, my two hospital gowns and about 100 other people! As mortified as I am, I can’t help but want to laugh. I keep catching the pity look in several people’s eyes and one of the doctors kindly gives me her lab coat so that I may cover up even more. In the distance we begin to hear fire sirens but nobody is looking as though the situation is serious (which I’m glad about because my clothes and purse were left in my exam room). After about 10 minutes of standing there and thinking “this could be so much worse” we are told “possibly some dumb kid pulled the alarm” and we are let back into the building.
As I am led back to my exam room I am relieved. It was definitely an eventful trip to the doctor’s and one that I will remember and will tell my child when it’s older. The rest of the appointment was pretty standard. I met and had my first encounter ever with a male OB/GYN, and I must say, I really liked him. It wasn’t at all weird like I thought it would be. He was VERY nice and VERY apologetic for the fire alarm situation. He attempted to hear the baby’s heartbeat but was unable so he pulled out the ultrasound machine for a look-see just to make sure everything was “okay.” Which it was, and I was kind of glad to get to see the little one on screen again, it’s always so amazing to look at something that is growing inside of you. After the standard “pap” I was handed my paper work and told “see you in 4 weeks.” As I dress and leave the building I breathe a sigh of relief, what an experience and I’m starving!
On Wednesday I had to go for the wonderful “blood drawing” event that every expectant mother is subjected to. I don’t mind needles and I don’t mind having my blood taken, but good lord do they really need 6 vials of the stuff! With all the “modern” technology, I thought we were able to tell everything we needed to know about a person from a simple drop of blood, which makes me wonder WHY then, do we still need to take so many samples! After my blood is taken, I give yet another urine sample and I’m off. So as long as I don’t hear anything, that’s a good sign!
In other mom news . . . my poor son Tyler was thrown up on yesterday in school. The poor little guy! When I greeted him after school I noticed he was wearing different shorts, not the ones I sent him to school in. My first thought was “oh no, he had an accident or spilled something on himself.” But he quickly let me know as he handed me a bag if vomit infested clothing, that “no, I was just thrown up on.” Now its one thing to clean up your own child’s vomit. It’s a motherly duty; I’ve done it several times. When it’s your own child all the gag-reflexes that go with cleaning up vomit seem to disappear and you can handle it. But when it’s someone else’s vomit . . . that is a different story!
After the “history” portion of the appointment, it was time for my exam. But first I needed to make that ever-so-important stop in the bathroom to give a urine sample. After my bathroom break (which was actually VERY appreciated) I was told to go back to the waiting room because the doctor was “not quite ready for me.” I waited about 10 minutes in the waiting room, just glancing through a magazine, I was called back again. The good news! I’ve only gained a pound! My blood pressure was also a very good 110/60. Next I was instructed to fully disrobe and put on the hospital gown and to wait on the table with the lovely paper cover over me, no problem done it hundreds of times (maybe not quite that many, but its definitely not a foreign concept). And so there I sit, naked except for my hospital gown and paper smock and wouldn’t you know – THE FIRE ALARM GOES OFF!
Now, I am not the “panicky” type, so the fact that the fire alarm was going off really didn’t bother me. I was more in an “I can’t believe this is happening, I’m naked for god sakes” state of mind and I sat there not sure how to react. So after about 30 seconds, I got up and kind of peeked my head out of the door and at that moment saw a nurse rushing toward me. “Come one, we’ve got to get you outta here.” To which I respond “Well, do I need to get dressed.” At that moment I find that the nurse is rushing and grabbing and says as she is throwing another hospital gown on me, “we’ll just cover you up with another gown, grab your flip flops.” I’m thinking, you’ve got to be F---ing kidding me!
So I’m quickly escorted out of the building with nurse shielding me as much as possible. After walking down some random hallways and out a back door we are in the parking lot. Me, the nurse, my two hospital gowns and about 100 other people! As mortified as I am, I can’t help but want to laugh. I keep catching the pity look in several people’s eyes and one of the doctors kindly gives me her lab coat so that I may cover up even more. In the distance we begin to hear fire sirens but nobody is looking as though the situation is serious (which I’m glad about because my clothes and purse were left in my exam room). After about 10 minutes of standing there and thinking “this could be so much worse” we are told “possibly some dumb kid pulled the alarm” and we are let back into the building.
As I am led back to my exam room I am relieved. It was definitely an eventful trip to the doctor’s and one that I will remember and will tell my child when it’s older. The rest of the appointment was pretty standard. I met and had my first encounter ever with a male OB/GYN, and I must say, I really liked him. It wasn’t at all weird like I thought it would be. He was VERY nice and VERY apologetic for the fire alarm situation. He attempted to hear the baby’s heartbeat but was unable so he pulled out the ultrasound machine for a look-see just to make sure everything was “okay.” Which it was, and I was kind of glad to get to see the little one on screen again, it’s always so amazing to look at something that is growing inside of you. After the standard “pap” I was handed my paper work and told “see you in 4 weeks.” As I dress and leave the building I breathe a sigh of relief, what an experience and I’m starving!
On Wednesday I had to go for the wonderful “blood drawing” event that every expectant mother is subjected to. I don’t mind needles and I don’t mind having my blood taken, but good lord do they really need 6 vials of the stuff! With all the “modern” technology, I thought we were able to tell everything we needed to know about a person from a simple drop of blood, which makes me wonder WHY then, do we still need to take so many samples! After my blood is taken, I give yet another urine sample and I’m off. So as long as I don’t hear anything, that’s a good sign!
In other mom news . . . my poor son Tyler was thrown up on yesterday in school. The poor little guy! When I greeted him after school I noticed he was wearing different shorts, not the ones I sent him to school in. My first thought was “oh no, he had an accident or spilled something on himself.” But he quickly let me know as he handed me a bag if vomit infested clothing, that “no, I was just thrown up on.” Now its one thing to clean up your own child’s vomit. It’s a motherly duty; I’ve done it several times. When it’s your own child all the gag-reflexes that go with cleaning up vomit seem to disappear and you can handle it. But when it’s someone else’s vomit . . . that is a different story!
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