The DRs always say we'll feel some pressure and it's very true. I went for my 36 week checkup and was finally examined. I was so hoping to find out that something was going on down there. And I am happy to report that I am 1 cm dilated (she could stick one finger in- oh joy), 50% effaced (my cervix has thinned to 50%- so exciting), and the baby is stationed at -2 (it goes from -5 to 0 which is engaged to +5 which is crowning). The station refers to how far into the pelvic bone the baby is moving his head so he's getting it down in there just like he should. I'm making much progress being only 4 weeks out.
Yea for my cervix! I look good to deliver around my due date, give a day or two, says the doctor. We'll see. But I can guarantee if he hasn't shown up by the morning of the 20th, I'll be walking, eating spicy food, and a few other things that I am too embarrassed to mention here. Imagine how intimate and embarrassing it could be if I'm too modest to reveal my induction techniques.
-Megan, 1 cm
Friday, July 24, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Random stuff
So, I've been videotaping my stomach a lot lately. It moves and does weird things so I thought I'd share it. I've been waiting for some real good video but my camera darkens the shot a little for some reason so I've decided to just post the latest that I've taped. Watch the curvature of my belly to see the most movements. And while I am breathing, I kept my movements to a minimum so you could see the maximum pokes and prods from the inside. This is the 9 o'clock exercise hour because every night at about the same time he does this for up to 30 minutes. It feels great on my bladder and isn't the least bit uncomfortable. Hopefully it's viewable.
And here's a lovely little picture that was slipped into our Prepared Childbirth class books. It's quite professional and realistic if you ask me. You can see how other people have added things to the list because the handwriting is different and not as whimsical. I think the most accurate thing about this picture is the the uterus really does take up that much room. I can feel it and I'm pretty sure that's right. And also my thighs are that big. The most inaccurate thing is the look on the woman's face. She's expressing all these "changes & discomforts" and she's smiling? Thankfully I only have half these symptoms.
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4 1/2 weeks, people, 4 1/2 weeks. I'll finally be just one person again and this ever-lasting pregnancy will have ended. Everyone keeps telling me it seems like such a long pregnancy. How hard it must be on all of them to have to endure my pregnancy for so long. Wah!
-Megan, so close yet so far away
Monday, July 13, 2009
Who wants a puny baby?
At my doctor's visit last week, the DR measured my fundus (yeah- it's the top of my uterus from my pelvic bone) and said that things seemed to be right on track. I asked her when she'll guess his birth weight and length. I ask this because she very firmly squeezes and feels my stomach/uterus/mid-section every time making sure he's positioned right and can feel for certain body parts. She said right now he weighs about 4 1/2 pounds. (He'll gain about 1/2 a pound every week from now on.)
Then she said something else, still squeezing my stomach. She proudly said, "He won't be a wimpy baby when he's born." And something about how he'll be healthy and have lots of fat rolls, I can't remember it all exactly.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I thought that was a clever way of saying my baby wasn't puny and would be just fine. Not until later when I remembered the size of my husband's and my brother's heads did I worry. Both large heads now and at birth- not that it doesn't suit their body frame and all, but still... Fun times, fun times.
My mom saw the humor in her remark as well when I told her later. Then she shared this with family at my Dad's parents house the other day and my Grandma said, "I don't think he'll be a big baby." I was gobsmacked! Not just flabbergasted, but gobsmacked! She hasn't seen me since March, hasn't seen any pictures of me, and she certainly hasn't examined me. I guess it might be her age making her say things like that.
But what, does she want me to have a puny baby?! No thanks- I want mine to be the baby who rolls over on top of all the other infants and shows 'em who's boss!
Anyway, it was good to hear he's developing well, as much as we can tell, but that size scares me a little. Other news from my check-up is I'm really not gaining the weight like I used to, which is good for me to hear. I was concerned but maybe the baby is packing it on instead of me now. My blood pressure and his heart rate are all normal and good. At the next visit I get examined, measured, tested for Group B strep (don't ask, look it up), and Miguel comes with me so the DR can talk about when it's time to make that call!
I can't believe there are only 36 days left until my due date!
-Megan, of the big-heads
Then she said something else, still squeezing my stomach. She proudly said, "He won't be a wimpy baby when he's born." And something about how he'll be healthy and have lots of fat rolls, I can't remember it all exactly.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I thought that was a clever way of saying my baby wasn't puny and would be just fine. Not until later when I remembered the size of my husband's and my brother's heads did I worry. Both large heads now and at birth- not that it doesn't suit their body frame and all, but still... Fun times, fun times.
My mom saw the humor in her remark as well when I told her later. Then she shared this with family at my Dad's parents house the other day and my Grandma said, "I don't think he'll be a big baby." I was gobsmacked! Not just flabbergasted, but gobsmacked! She hasn't seen me since March, hasn't seen any pictures of me, and she certainly hasn't examined me. I guess it might be her age making her say things like that.
But what, does she want me to have a puny baby?! No thanks- I want mine to be the baby who rolls over on top of all the other infants and shows 'em who's boss!
Anyway, it was good to hear he's developing well, as much as we can tell, but that size scares me a little. Other news from my check-up is I'm really not gaining the weight like I used to, which is good for me to hear. I was concerned but maybe the baby is packing it on instead of me now. My blood pressure and his heart rate are all normal and good. At the next visit I get examined, measured, tested for Group B strep (don't ask, look it up), and Miguel comes with me so the DR can talk about when it's time to make that call!
I can't believe there are only 36 days left until my due date!
-Megan, of the big-heads
Some Things About Pregnancy
My senses have become heightened as I've been pregnant so I think I've noticed (and did not noticed) a few things that I will share.
I don't always feel special... like when I see other pregnant women. Jeez, is the world's population about to double or what? I'm over all those other pregnant people, except of course my friends who have been pregnant in recent months. It's okay for them. But I feel like I can't complain when I see other bellies poking out. I guess I'll have to get over that. And I'm sure I'll feel special when I actually have the baby out of me and I can start reducing my size. Ladies of little pregnancy knowledge, get this- your stomach doesn't go right down after birth, not even a week after birth. It slowly decreases and I had no idea since I haven't gotten to the "After Birth" chapter in my book!
My hair seems to hold up better and without as many washings than it used to. My face also cleared up. The pill kept my face tame, but the beginning of pregnancy, and every now and then, it would break out. So if my hair and face look decent now, what will it look like after the baby comes and I am too tired to wash at all??
I can be very unobservant. Twice in the last month I went to put my contacts in. I'm standing in the bathroom looking into the mirror and rubbing my eyeball with my finger trying to find that damn contact. Oh wait- I should be trying to take the damn contact out of the case and putting it ON my eye instead of slowly wiping away the top layer of my cornea. Jeez.
I'm obsessed with looking at pictures of friends baby's at certain months during their first year alive... so I can compare my child later on. It's not really to see who's kid is better, but to make sure mine isn't lagging behind. Of course, mine will be better, but I don't have to tell my friends that. And I know they're secretly comparing anyway.
My baby has hiccups every day. Not uncommon, but sometimes he gets them more than once a day. It must be what I'm eating but I feel like maybe he's having seizures or something and I can't do anything to stop them. I don't know... do they have seizures in the uterus?? Maybe I should just eat bland food from now on.
I have unsettling and morbid thoughts often. It's probably a bad idea to put them out here and I don't like for others to share those thoughts so I'll just say they are normal for pregnancy and unlikely to happen, but still I hate thinking such upsetting things.
I enjoy not putting on proper clothes. This might be a problem for folks who work, but I am completely alone during the day at home and I don't want to dirty any more clothes than I have to. I also don't want to have to wear the same damn maternity clothes all the time. I've outgrown some of them anyway. It's kind of pissing me off, although Miguel is kind enough to not care what my body looks like, especially when I dress like I'm in Europe with no dress code. And he means it so it helps; he also doesn't care if I put on pants or not.
I sweat. That goes along with not wearing pants, which can be a hassle when UPS rings the bell. "Hold on a minute... I have to put pants and a bra on." I don't say that last part out loud but I curse them for making me put on pants (probably dirty pants). I sweat, and I sweat in unladylike places, and I do it every day. I'm not embarrassed to say that because some of you totally know what I'm talking about. But it just gets a little un-fun sometimes, with the wearing of pants and sweating. Also I sweat in my bra apparently and didn't know it. I put on all these clean clothes the other day and thought, "Why do I still stink?" Well, the one bra I have that fits was being worn when I did laundry and didn't get clean. So I took it off, Febreezed it and put it back on. It's not like I really go anywhere.
People really piss me off. I hate to take to such strong language but it's just how I feel. This usually happens at a store. I mean, I am less then 6 weeks from having a baby, I'm showing, I'm big, I waddle (slightly), I'm slow and always look like I'm in pain and these old biddies still don't get out of my way. I've given into sighing real loud and pushing my cart around them, even if it means running into something in the process. I don't care because YOU AREN'T PREGNANT! I also wish I could put a giant sign on my car that tells everyone I am pregnant, hormonal, and back the hell off! I was tempted to get out of my car at a red light once to go speak to a man about his honking at me (because some other moron couldn't decide which flipping lane to get in and it bothered me). Anyway, I looked over at him, but he never looked my way (knowing full well that he honked at me!) so I decided to stay in my car. It ended my errands early that day. Seriously, I used to give all pregnant women the space and consideration they needed at the grocery store, and even the old people in their scooters who took up the whole aisle, but now I'm over it. I'M OVER IT and I'm not yielding to them anymore!
I'm having Braxton Hicks contractions and have been for 2 weeks now. They feel like menstrual cramps. (I call them "menstrual" cramps because it sounds more sophisticated than "period" cramps. Like it matters what I call them- they're cramps.) They've slowly gained in intensity and I'm not fond of them. I've heard that the beginning of contractions feel like menstrual cramps, and if that's the case I'm not interested. I keep having a vision of myself doubled over on the high school track in a fetal position due to insane cramping during my soccer class. It always came during soccer which I find ironic since the male coaches had no idea how awful it was. Those cramps really hurt. So back to the present... after a day of a few contractions here and there, I made Miguel look into my eyes and I said, "It's going to be bad. It is really going to be bad." I'm afraid he's not prepared.
I've gotten closer to some old friends of mine that I'd been neglecting. Lemon yogurt, toasted turkey sandwiches, watermelon, ice cream, and cereal. Aaaaannnd, most of those are good for me during this trying time in my life so I don't feel guilty about literally eating each of them at least once a day. And since I'm out of ice cream (that happens when you eat it every day) I made a chocolate bundt cake and drizzled cream cheese frosting over it and it is savory. *sigh* I am about to cry thinking about having to count calories in a few short weeks.
I don't cry a lot in the state I'm in (pregnancy, you know). I've had 2 or 3 complete breakdowns, by myself unless you count the concerned cat, and they weren't pretty. Once I even looked at myself in the mirror to see if it looked gross, and the mirror cringed. It usually stems from something that Miguel innocently did or said, but because I expect him to spend his free time with me (only when I want him to) or do simple things around here for me, I get a little upset when he does something otherwise. Then I cry alone, heaving my shoulders up and down uncontrollably, unable to stop, gasping for breath as the cat walks around me trying to figure out what's wrong. Then I'll stop crying, red in the face and exhausted, and I'm overcome with another wave of insensible bawling. It can last for 20 minutes.
*I did this after Miguel invited his mom to dinner that I had specially prepared for him as a sort of surprise. I felt bad for feeling the way I did, but he could tell something was wrong so he uninvited her (even worse); I guess they didn't hold it against me though, he said she said she understood and he needed to spend time with me. (I've been moaning and bitching at him for a while now to spend more time with me doing what I want to do- I don't think that's unreasonable.)
*Another time I did that was after I bought a maternity bathing suit and we had company over at the same time. It was my last day at work (a work day- no kids) and I went to take a bath, while ignoring everyone (I'd already been cordial earlier in the day), and I sobbed quietly in the tub considering returning the Large/Extra Large bathing suit that I'd been resigned to. Miguel successfully did it again, by asking my permission for another guest to come stay with us. I knew he'd already told the person yes, so I had no choice. I could tell Miguel was unnerved, concerned, and very confused, but he didn't know what to do to help. And he couldn't help really. It was all in my head and hormones.
Sssooooo, other than those two very memorable times, I haven't really been a crazed, hormone-driven maniac. I have gotten agitated, annoyed, bothered, pissed off, upset, incredulous, peeved, and I'm sure provoked by all those inconsiderate people in the grocery store. I get teary eyed reading or watching things about dead or severely injured soldiers. I hate that! I also get teary watching the ends of movies where things end happily ever after. But I can't say that I get like that often, and it's probably a good thing.
We went to our first prepared childbirth class last Monday night. I am pleased to announce that I am the most special of all the people there because I am the one closest to her due date. All the others are due in September or October. I'm thinking they'll forget some of the stuff they learned by that time. Anyway, I didn't learn a whole lot last week that I hadn't read in a book except for one very gross and important thing. We can request to see the placenta and attached amniotic sac once the afterbirth has been delivered. GROSS! But, I think we'll take a picture of it if we get the chance to see it. Can you imagine seeing the sac your baby grew in for nine months?? Weird, and gross. I may even share the picture here.
We go again tonight to our class and take a hospital tour. Fortunately for me, I've already been in a labor and delivery room, with my kidney infection and all. I think I'll stand back like a pro and let all the others (especially those uneducated baby daddies who ask crazy questions) take a gander. I do want to see the post birth rooms though. And if people don't get out of my way, I guess I can say, "Hey! Pregnant lady here, trying to get through!" I wonder if it will work?
If I should think of anything else to share, I'll be back to post. I always think of things to post but never want to come and post them because it takes too much effort. Ha.
-Megan, almost a mother
I don't always feel special... like when I see other pregnant women. Jeez, is the world's population about to double or what? I'm over all those other pregnant people, except of course my friends who have been pregnant in recent months. It's okay for them. But I feel like I can't complain when I see other bellies poking out. I guess I'll have to get over that. And I'm sure I'll feel special when I actually have the baby out of me and I can start reducing my size. Ladies of little pregnancy knowledge, get this- your stomach doesn't go right down after birth, not even a week after birth. It slowly decreases and I had no idea since I haven't gotten to the "After Birth" chapter in my book!
My hair seems to hold up better and without as many washings than it used to. My face also cleared up. The pill kept my face tame, but the beginning of pregnancy, and every now and then, it would break out. So if my hair and face look decent now, what will it look like after the baby comes and I am too tired to wash at all??
I can be very unobservant. Twice in the last month I went to put my contacts in. I'm standing in the bathroom looking into the mirror and rubbing my eyeball with my finger trying to find that damn contact. Oh wait- I should be trying to take the damn contact out of the case and putting it ON my eye instead of slowly wiping away the top layer of my cornea. Jeez.
I'm obsessed with looking at pictures of friends baby's at certain months during their first year alive... so I can compare my child later on. It's not really to see who's kid is better, but to make sure mine isn't lagging behind. Of course, mine will be better, but I don't have to tell my friends that. And I know they're secretly comparing anyway.
My baby has hiccups every day. Not uncommon, but sometimes he gets them more than once a day. It must be what I'm eating but I feel like maybe he's having seizures or something and I can't do anything to stop them. I don't know... do they have seizures in the uterus?? Maybe I should just eat bland food from now on.
I have unsettling and morbid thoughts often. It's probably a bad idea to put them out here and I don't like for others to share those thoughts so I'll just say they are normal for pregnancy and unlikely to happen, but still I hate thinking such upsetting things.
I enjoy not putting on proper clothes. This might be a problem for folks who work, but I am completely alone during the day at home and I don't want to dirty any more clothes than I have to. I also don't want to have to wear the same damn maternity clothes all the time. I've outgrown some of them anyway. It's kind of pissing me off, although Miguel is kind enough to not care what my body looks like, especially when I dress like I'm in Europe with no dress code. And he means it so it helps; he also doesn't care if I put on pants or not.
I sweat. That goes along with not wearing pants, which can be a hassle when UPS rings the bell. "Hold on a minute... I have to put pants and a bra on." I don't say that last part out loud but I curse them for making me put on pants (probably dirty pants). I sweat, and I sweat in unladylike places, and I do it every day. I'm not embarrassed to say that because some of you totally know what I'm talking about. But it just gets a little un-fun sometimes, with the wearing of pants and sweating. Also I sweat in my bra apparently and didn't know it. I put on all these clean clothes the other day and thought, "Why do I still stink?" Well, the one bra I have that fits was being worn when I did laundry and didn't get clean. So I took it off, Febreezed it and put it back on. It's not like I really go anywhere.
People really piss me off. I hate to take to such strong language but it's just how I feel. This usually happens at a store. I mean, I am less then 6 weeks from having a baby, I'm showing, I'm big, I waddle (slightly), I'm slow and always look like I'm in pain and these old biddies still don't get out of my way. I've given into sighing real loud and pushing my cart around them, even if it means running into something in the process. I don't care because YOU AREN'T PREGNANT! I also wish I could put a giant sign on my car that tells everyone I am pregnant, hormonal, and back the hell off! I was tempted to get out of my car at a red light once to go speak to a man about his honking at me (because some other moron couldn't decide which flipping lane to get in and it bothered me). Anyway, I looked over at him, but he never looked my way (knowing full well that he honked at me!) so I decided to stay in my car. It ended my errands early that day. Seriously, I used to give all pregnant women the space and consideration they needed at the grocery store, and even the old people in their scooters who took up the whole aisle, but now I'm over it. I'M OVER IT and I'm not yielding to them anymore!
I'm having Braxton Hicks contractions and have been for 2 weeks now. They feel like menstrual cramps. (I call them "menstrual" cramps because it sounds more sophisticated than "period" cramps. Like it matters what I call them- they're cramps.) They've slowly gained in intensity and I'm not fond of them. I've heard that the beginning of contractions feel like menstrual cramps, and if that's the case I'm not interested. I keep having a vision of myself doubled over on the high school track in a fetal position due to insane cramping during my soccer class. It always came during soccer which I find ironic since the male coaches had no idea how awful it was. Those cramps really hurt. So back to the present... after a day of a few contractions here and there, I made Miguel look into my eyes and I said, "It's going to be bad. It is really going to be bad." I'm afraid he's not prepared.
I've gotten closer to some old friends of mine that I'd been neglecting. Lemon yogurt, toasted turkey sandwiches, watermelon, ice cream, and cereal. Aaaaannnd, most of those are good for me during this trying time in my life so I don't feel guilty about literally eating each of them at least once a day. And since I'm out of ice cream (that happens when you eat it every day) I made a chocolate bundt cake and drizzled cream cheese frosting over it and it is savory. *sigh* I am about to cry thinking about having to count calories in a few short weeks.
I don't cry a lot in the state I'm in (pregnancy, you know). I've had 2 or 3 complete breakdowns, by myself unless you count the concerned cat, and they weren't pretty. Once I even looked at myself in the mirror to see if it looked gross, and the mirror cringed. It usually stems from something that Miguel innocently did or said, but because I expect him to spend his free time with me (only when I want him to) or do simple things around here for me, I get a little upset when he does something otherwise. Then I cry alone, heaving my shoulders up and down uncontrollably, unable to stop, gasping for breath as the cat walks around me trying to figure out what's wrong. Then I'll stop crying, red in the face and exhausted, and I'm overcome with another wave of insensible bawling. It can last for 20 minutes.
*I did this after Miguel invited his mom to dinner that I had specially prepared for him as a sort of surprise. I felt bad for feeling the way I did, but he could tell something was wrong so he uninvited her (even worse); I guess they didn't hold it against me though, he said she said she understood and he needed to spend time with me. (I've been moaning and bitching at him for a while now to spend more time with me doing what I want to do- I don't think that's unreasonable.)
*Another time I did that was after I bought a maternity bathing suit and we had company over at the same time. It was my last day at work (a work day- no kids) and I went to take a bath, while ignoring everyone (I'd already been cordial earlier in the day), and I sobbed quietly in the tub considering returning the Large/Extra Large bathing suit that I'd been resigned to. Miguel successfully did it again, by asking my permission for another guest to come stay with us. I knew he'd already told the person yes, so I had no choice. I could tell Miguel was unnerved, concerned, and very confused, but he didn't know what to do to help. And he couldn't help really. It was all in my head and hormones.
Sssooooo, other than those two very memorable times, I haven't really been a crazed, hormone-driven maniac. I have gotten agitated, annoyed, bothered, pissed off, upset, incredulous, peeved, and I'm sure provoked by all those inconsiderate people in the grocery store. I get teary eyed reading or watching things about dead or severely injured soldiers. I hate that! I also get teary watching the ends of movies where things end happily ever after. But I can't say that I get like that often, and it's probably a good thing.
We went to our first prepared childbirth class last Monday night. I am pleased to announce that I am the most special of all the people there because I am the one closest to her due date. All the others are due in September or October. I'm thinking they'll forget some of the stuff they learned by that time. Anyway, I didn't learn a whole lot last week that I hadn't read in a book except for one very gross and important thing. We can request to see the placenta and attached amniotic sac once the afterbirth has been delivered. GROSS! But, I think we'll take a picture of it if we get the chance to see it. Can you imagine seeing the sac your baby grew in for nine months?? Weird, and gross. I may even share the picture here.
We go again tonight to our class and take a hospital tour. Fortunately for me, I've already been in a labor and delivery room, with my kidney infection and all. I think I'll stand back like a pro and let all the others (especially those uneducated baby daddies who ask crazy questions) take a gander. I do want to see the post birth rooms though. And if people don't get out of my way, I guess I can say, "Hey! Pregnant lady here, trying to get through!" I wonder if it will work?
If I should think of anything else to share, I'll be back to post. I always think of things to post but never want to come and post them because it takes too much effort. Ha.
-Megan, almost a mother
Monday, June 15, 2009
My diabetes test and other stuff
So, I wrote last Monday that I had to do the 3 hour gestational diabetes test where I drink the gross drink and they take my blood four times and they check my blood sugar levels. The nurse said she would have the results the next day and call me. No call- and I didn't want to bother them because if they don't have the results then what can they tell me? I just hate to waste others' times but I had a regular check-up on Thursday so I asked then. I passed all four tests and everything was good. Thank goodness because I love ice cream right now.
My uterus is measuring well, my blood pressure is always good, I lost a pound from the last time I went (and after gaining a lot more than the books say I should, I figure that was good but the DR was curious as to why), and overall things look fine. Now I have to try to find a pediatrician (who knew?) and I hate trying to find a good doctor. We also have our childbirth classes in July and we're sooo looking forward to that.
Of course the baby is doing well. He continues to practice his martial arts skills and I think has fallen into a sort of normal schedule where he moves at specific times of the day, and sleeps at specific times. He gets hiccups almost daily. The DR said she could feel his butt up near my ribs and all the pictures online from here on out show them upside down (birthing position) so I feel good knowing his butt is up and head is possibly down, although I think he's slightly slanted due to where I feel the movement. He loves ice cream, Tex-Mex, and watermelon, and he never drinks soda anymore (unless I take a sip from Miguel's drink). I have two months to go and as comfortable as he is, I hate to make him leave his cushy home but I want him out. I bump my stomach on all kinds of things because I forget I have a stomach with a human thing inside, and my back has given in and hurts daily now.
Miguel and I celebrated our 4th anniversary Friday. Miguel also bought me a "push present." I have no idea where he got the idea but I'm not against it. He got me (us) a new digital camera that has good video recording as well so we hope to put that to use in August. No video of the kid sliding out but maybe video of him being cleaned up and we can get that stuff posted. We'll see then.
I should go now and get some exercise. I think I'll go walk in the pool. I hate the swimsuit and belly part, but no one should be out there now and I wear my cover-up so I'm okay as long as I'm in the water doing something.
-Beached whale
My uterus is measuring well, my blood pressure is always good, I lost a pound from the last time I went (and after gaining a lot more than the books say I should, I figure that was good but the DR was curious as to why), and overall things look fine. Now I have to try to find a pediatrician (who knew?) and I hate trying to find a good doctor. We also have our childbirth classes in July and we're sooo looking forward to that.
Of course the baby is doing well. He continues to practice his martial arts skills and I think has fallen into a sort of normal schedule where he moves at specific times of the day, and sleeps at specific times. He gets hiccups almost daily. The DR said she could feel his butt up near my ribs and all the pictures online from here on out show them upside down (birthing position) so I feel good knowing his butt is up and head is possibly down, although I think he's slightly slanted due to where I feel the movement. He loves ice cream, Tex-Mex, and watermelon, and he never drinks soda anymore (unless I take a sip from Miguel's drink). I have two months to go and as comfortable as he is, I hate to make him leave his cushy home but I want him out. I bump my stomach on all kinds of things because I forget I have a stomach with a human thing inside, and my back has given in and hurts daily now.
Miguel and I celebrated our 4th anniversary Friday. Miguel also bought me a "push present." I have no idea where he got the idea but I'm not against it. He got me (us) a new digital camera that has good video recording as well so we hope to put that to use in August. No video of the kid sliding out but maybe video of him being cleaned up and we can get that stuff posted. We'll see then.
I should go now and get some exercise. I think I'll go walk in the pool. I hate the swimsuit and belly part, but no one should be out there now and I wear my cover-up so I'm okay as long as I'm in the water doing something.
-Beached whale
Monday, June 8, 2009
New Picture and the name
As unflattering as it is (my mother, to my displeasure, agreed) here is a picture taken last week. I am 7 months here and really no picture taken of me from the side is flattering, especially with the shadow. I think I need a new pic with better clothes on. Again, I can't wait to have a non-pregnant body. And I'd like to think my baby would like to be outside of a non-pregnant body in a few weeks so as long as we're in agreement...
For anyone who doesn't already know or who forgot how many names he has, we've decided on the name Luke Austin Michael. His sonogram proved without a doubt that he's a boy so that's the name and we're sticking to it... unless his penis falls off or something and he turns out to be a she. Then we're in trouble! No agreement on a girl's name was met.
For anyone who doesn't already know or who forgot how many names he has, we've decided on the name Luke Austin Michael. His sonogram proved without a doubt that he's a boy so that's the name and we're sticking to it... unless his penis falls off or something and he turns out to be a she. Then we're in trouble! No agreement on a girl's name was met.
Still pregnant
I've been meaning to post about my hospital stay, my kidney infection, my possible gestational diabetes, the inside of my uterus, and all that but I've been so busy and tired finishing school. Now that I am done with school and have nothing to do but eat and sleep and swim, I will be posting more.
At this moment I am home in between the 1st and 2nd of 4 times my blood will be drawn this morning for my glucose tolerance test. I failed the first one, with numbers too high. I think it was the butter on my toast before I went in, but it could be the aggressive weight gain I've experienced and my lack of consistent exercise. Anyway, I had my blood drawn, successfully the first time, at 8 am, drank that nasty glucose-potent drink, and I go back in an hour to have it drawn again. I do that two more times and hopefully on Thursday when I go for my regular check-up they will have the results and tell me I'm good. Otherwise I'm going to have to watch my diet a lot more and exercise more. I can't do anything really until then but eat better.
Tuesday the 26th I left work early feeling slightly nauseous and with a pain in my back, then after throwing up at home I called the DRs office. So I missed my work shower two weeks ago because I got a UTI, which later that day was diagnosed as a kidney infection which led to my being admitted to labor and delivery where they monitored me and the baby (he is totally fine) and gave me an IV drip of antibiotics for 36 hours. I was taken to the antepartum floor of the hospital and hated it, especially the broth menu they kept bringing me cause I threw up twice. I needed real food and finally got it and was much better. This was my second UTI of my pregnancy although I'm sort of prone to bladder infections (genetics) and they want me to take antibiotics until I push this baby out just to be careful. My parting gifts from the hospital were two giant bruises that got worse after I got home. They tried to give me an IV on the side of my left wrist and it bruised in two kinds of ways a few days later. The other time was the evil woman who kept taking my blood (only 3 times really) and the first time she took it, she took it from my left forearm. What? I'm not familiar with that technique but the next day she came back, she must have seen how badly she bruised me and took it from my elbow. She needs some more training. I know those hospital vampires aren't nurses and I think I'd rather the nurse did it. I'm going to request no more blood taken from my forearm unless they can't get it any other way (stab me, please). The morning I left they lost my blood in the tube system at the hospital and evil blood taker came back for more, but that was how the DR decided to let me go so it was okay, I guess. Not a fun trip. Poor Miguel slept in the room with my both nights (I think he felt obligated) but he didn't have work during that time so it was a little okay.
Got to go run to the DRs office (2 miles away so I get to leave) and have blood drawn. I'll write again soon.
At this moment I am home in between the 1st and 2nd of 4 times my blood will be drawn this morning for my glucose tolerance test. I failed the first one, with numbers too high. I think it was the butter on my toast before I went in, but it could be the aggressive weight gain I've experienced and my lack of consistent exercise. Anyway, I had my blood drawn, successfully the first time, at 8 am, drank that nasty glucose-potent drink, and I go back in an hour to have it drawn again. I do that two more times and hopefully on Thursday when I go for my regular check-up they will have the results and tell me I'm good. Otherwise I'm going to have to watch my diet a lot more and exercise more. I can't do anything really until then but eat better.
Tuesday the 26th I left work early feeling slightly nauseous and with a pain in my back, then after throwing up at home I called the DRs office. So I missed my work shower two weeks ago because I got a UTI, which later that day was diagnosed as a kidney infection which led to my being admitted to labor and delivery where they monitored me and the baby (he is totally fine) and gave me an IV drip of antibiotics for 36 hours. I was taken to the antepartum floor of the hospital and hated it, especially the broth menu they kept bringing me cause I threw up twice. I needed real food and finally got it and was much better. This was my second UTI of my pregnancy although I'm sort of prone to bladder infections (genetics) and they want me to take antibiotics until I push this baby out just to be careful. My parting gifts from the hospital were two giant bruises that got worse after I got home. They tried to give me an IV on the side of my left wrist and it bruised in two kinds of ways a few days later. The other time was the evil woman who kept taking my blood (only 3 times really) and the first time she took it, she took it from my left forearm. What? I'm not familiar with that technique but the next day she came back, she must have seen how badly she bruised me and took it from my elbow. She needs some more training. I know those hospital vampires aren't nurses and I think I'd rather the nurse did it. I'm going to request no more blood taken from my forearm unless they can't get it any other way (stab me, please). The morning I left they lost my blood in the tube system at the hospital and evil blood taker came back for more, but that was how the DR decided to let me go so it was okay, I guess. Not a fun trip. Poor Miguel slept in the room with my both nights (I think he felt obligated) but he didn't have work during that time so it was a little okay.
Got to go run to the DRs office (2 miles away so I get to leave) and have blood drawn. I'll write again soon.
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