First of all, I'm happy to report that we actually had an ultrasound today. Which was a miracle in itself given that scheduling had my appointment set for March instead of April. Seriously. Not my fault, but theirs.
My appointment was supposed to have been at 1:00 but I was instead given the time of, "Sometime between 2:00 and 5:00." Fabulous. Anyway, I was thrilled to hear my name called around 2:15.
Most importantly, baby is healthy. Hooray for baby!
Mommy, on the other hand has been diagnosed with Placenta Previa. They aren't too concerned yet but we'll have to go back for another ultrasound in about a month to check the situation out again. If it hasn't corrected itself then I'll have some restrictions placed on me and we'll schedule an early (37 weeks) C-section.
After the ultrasound I did something really stupid...I went back to my office and read up on Placenta Previa. And now, I'm terrified of it. The doctor made everything sound like it wasn't a big deal but the Internet, which I'm sure is 100% accurate all of the time, is telling me that I should be worried. So, of course, I am.
So, right now, we wait. And I use this as an excuse to let my house go to the cats and my yard to the chickens (and cats and anything else that meanders through).
And....
Oh yeah...
We are having...
A
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.
.
.
.
.
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Boy!
April 26, 2012
I'm so excited...
Oh my goodness....
I'm going to pee my pants.
There are two logical explanations as to why this might happen:
1. I'm pregnant.
2. Today we're going to (hopefully) find out what we're having and the anticipation and excitement of finding out is enough to make me wet myself.
Here's to hoping for a (only one, and not more than that) healthy baby...no matter what is it!
I'm going to pee my pants.
There are two logical explanations as to why this might happen:
1. I'm pregnant.
2. Today we're going to (hopefully) find out what we're having and the anticipation and excitement of finding out is enough to make me wet myself.
Here's to hoping for a (only one, and not more than that) healthy baby...no matter what is it!
April 17, 2012
This is not a blissful pregnancy blog...
For some reason I really thought that during this pregnancy my blog would magically turn from a tired mommy blog into a blissful pregnancy blog, complete with regular postings about how wonderful I'm feeling and how excited I am to finally meet this little one.
Not quite.
It's hard to find time to write when you're exhausted.
It's hard to feel inspired when you're losing sight of your feet.
It's hard to remember to write when you have pregnancy brain.
It's hard to not barf when your office is next to the microwave.
It's hard to breathe when your lungs are squished into your back.
It's hard to..wait...I seem to be getting off track.
I believe you see where I'm going with this. I miss my blog and my love of writing but honestly, I would just rather take a nap right now.
I hope that's okay.
Not quite.
It's hard to find time to write when you're exhausted.
It's hard to feel inspired when you're losing sight of your feet.
It's hard to remember to write when you have pregnancy brain.
It's hard to not barf when your office is next to the microwave.
It's hard to breathe when your lungs are squished into your back.
It's hard to..wait...I seem to be getting off track.
I believe you see where I'm going with this. I miss my blog and my love of writing but honestly, I would just rather take a nap right now.
I hope that's okay.
April 6, 2012
Jerry giraffe...
Rachel's best friend is a stuffed giraffe named Jerry. For about a year now those two have gone everywhere together. He doesn't leave her side, even in professional family photos, and she sees to it that he is fed and well cared for. Jerry doesn't have to worry about getting cold or tired or sick because Rachel has all of those bases covered for him. It really is quite touching to see her with her Jerry.
And a little bit frightening.
Jerry is old and has begun to show his age. He lost his little yellow bow several months ago and most of his spots are missing. A few weeks ago he underwent antler-repair surgery and just the other day I noticed a small hole forming in his neck... which sent me into panic mode. What will we do if something happens to our beloved Jerry?!
Panic eventually gave way to insanity and I did something that, I'm sure, secured my reservation in the Nut-Job Parents Hall of Fame. I searched for a back-up Jerry. And, when I couldn't find one I contacted the company...only to find that Jerry is no longer in production. But, have no fear! The company contacted their "help this crazy lady" department who immediately took to the streets in search of a new Jerry. And, I'm happy to report that New Jerry is currently stuffed into a FedEx box with our address on it.
I figure that with Rachel going through potty training, moving to a big girl bed, and dealing with the "trauma" of giving up her only-child status, now is really not the time to lose her best friend.
But, let's be honest. I did this mostly for my own sanity. And I'm perfectly okay admitting that I am not ashamed of my actions. Not even a little bit.
And a little bit frightening.
Jerry is old and has begun to show his age. He lost his little yellow bow several months ago and most of his spots are missing. A few weeks ago he underwent antler-repair surgery and just the other day I noticed a small hole forming in his neck... which sent me into panic mode. What will we do if something happens to our beloved Jerry?!
Panic eventually gave way to insanity and I did something that, I'm sure, secured my reservation in the Nut-Job Parents Hall of Fame. I searched for a back-up Jerry. And, when I couldn't find one I contacted the company...only to find that Jerry is no longer in production. But, have no fear! The company contacted their "help this crazy lady" department who immediately took to the streets in search of a new Jerry. And, I'm happy to report that New Jerry is currently stuffed into a FedEx box with our address on it.
I figure that with Rachel going through potty training, moving to a big girl bed, and dealing with the "trauma" of giving up her only-child status, now is really not the time to lose her best friend.
But, let's be honest. I did this mostly for my own sanity. And I'm perfectly okay admitting that I am not ashamed of my actions. Not even a little bit.
March 29, 2012
I want super powers...
So it has begun; that stage of my pregnancy when I lose all ability to protect myself from myself.
When I was still in the early months of pregnancy with Rachel I once read that pregnant women tend to drop things, lose their balance, and just become more clumsy in general. That terrified me because I'm already like that almost every single day of my life. Why must pregnancy make it worse? Well, my book was correct then and it still is today.
While pregnant with Rachel I broke a toe, sliced my leg open on a tin can, and often found myself trying to bend over to pick up random things that I had just...let go of.
Pregnant women have a ridiculously heightened sense of smell. Wouldn't it be great if we could carry that "good fortune" over to other aspects of our lives and possess super powers? Like, instead of being known for dropping things (which, by the way is really not fair for those of us who are already having trouble with the whole bending over thing), we would have super-human strength? Or the ability to Velcro a basket of laundry to our side when we need an extra hand?
Or, wouldn't it be grand if we could cook a whole meal using just our mind and a picture of what we want the finished product to look like? And, instead of having trouble taking deep breaths during those last few months when baby is sitting on our lungs we could breathe light on a locked door handle and see exactly where to put the key?
I know...the best super power would be the ability to design our own clothes. I went shopping the other day for a nice dress and was a bit shocked when I discovered that, at more than one store, my only options included wrap-around dresses, short above-the-knee dresses, or long dresses clad in horizontal stripes. HORIZONTAL STRIPES! Seriously? I would like to find the idiot who thought that was a good idea and put them in horizontal stripes when their belly covers their view of their own two feet.
But alas...we have no super powers. Except that we can move all of our organs into one area of our body, grow another human in that space previously housed by that which keeps us alive, and then push said human out of a hole previously reserved for something the size of a tampon.
I would like to see Super Man try that one.
When I was still in the early months of pregnancy with Rachel I once read that pregnant women tend to drop things, lose their balance, and just become more clumsy in general. That terrified me because I'm already like that almost every single day of my life. Why must pregnancy make it worse? Well, my book was correct then and it still is today.
While pregnant with Rachel I broke a toe, sliced my leg open on a tin can, and often found myself trying to bend over to pick up random things that I had just...let go of.
Pregnant women have a ridiculously heightened sense of smell. Wouldn't it be great if we could carry that "good fortune" over to other aspects of our lives and possess super powers? Like, instead of being known for dropping things (which, by the way is really not fair for those of us who are already having trouble with the whole bending over thing), we would have super-human strength? Or the ability to Velcro a basket of laundry to our side when we need an extra hand?
Or, wouldn't it be grand if we could cook a whole meal using just our mind and a picture of what we want the finished product to look like? And, instead of having trouble taking deep breaths during those last few months when baby is sitting on our lungs we could breathe light on a locked door handle and see exactly where to put the key?
I know...the best super power would be the ability to design our own clothes. I went shopping the other day for a nice dress and was a bit shocked when I discovered that, at more than one store, my only options included wrap-around dresses, short above-the-knee dresses, or long dresses clad in horizontal stripes. HORIZONTAL STRIPES! Seriously? I would like to find the idiot who thought that was a good idea and put them in horizontal stripes when their belly covers their view of their own two feet.
But alas...we have no super powers. Except that we can move all of our organs into one area of our body, grow another human in that space previously housed by that which keeps us alive, and then push said human out of a hole previously reserved for something the size of a tampon.
I would like to see Super Man try that one.
March 19, 2012
Music to my ears...
Today my doctor told me the most fabulous thing:
Doctor: What is your due date? September 11?
Me: Yep.
Doctor: The ultrasound technician suggested that we move it to September 5 and I tend to agree with her.
Me: Okay!
When you're almost 9 months pregnant, 6 days is a pretty big deal.
Bring on Labor Day!
Doctor: What is your due date? September 11?
Me: Yep.
Doctor: The ultrasound technician suggested that we move it to September 5 and I tend to agree with her.
Me: Okay!
When you're almost 9 months pregnant, 6 days is a pretty big deal.
Bring on Labor Day!
March 14, 2012
Update one...
I have been just awful at keeping up with my blog lately. I could list about a million excuses for this but really, honestly...I just haven't had anything very exciting to write about.
I haven't taken any new pictures of Rachel to post; the weather, although beautiful lately, really doesn't interest me; and I haven't had any come to Jesus moments or flashes of brilliance that are worth sharing.
I guess I could provide a few updates on how my progress with the little one is going...
1. I am now at that stage where I can no longer suck in my "gut", which means I look fat. Not pregnant... just fat.
2. Although I am no longer sporting the "I'm going to throw-up" look all day I still feel queasy in the afternoons and evenings.
3. I did laundry yesterday. I don't think you quite understand the significance of this accomplishment. Have you any idea how much dirty laundry can pile up if you don't do it for 15 days? It's insane. I'm very proud of the fact that not only did I remember that I needed to do laundry but that I even had enough ambition to start the job...and I finished two whole loads in one night!
4. I have learned to quit fighting the urge. It's just not worth trying to sleep through the pain of an ever-expanding bladder.
5. Every night before I put Rachel to bed I brush her teeth (okay, maybe not every night... I'm not that perfect). Before I can brush her teeth we have this whole routine we have to go through where she asks to see everyone's toothbrush. So, I show her mommy's toothbrush, daddy's toothbrush, and Rachel's toothbrush. And then we brush her teeth and start the whole process over again as we put everything away. The other night she asked to see the baby's toothbrush and was rather disappointed to learn that the baby doesn't have or need a toothbrush just yet.
6. Here's some news you can use- my body has decided that after three weeks of producing copious amounts of snot it has finally grown tired of such ridiculousness. How wonderful it is to not have to carry Kleenexes with me at all times!
7. This morning I dropped my favorite pen on the floor. I contemplated just leaving it there but realized that I couldn't live in a world without it. As I bent down to pick it up I was unable, for the first time, to stifle a groan. So, I guess I'm at that point already.
8. I believe that it is time to purchase new shoes. I can no longer walk around in heals and pretend that my back and hips are okay with this rather boneheaded decision.
9. A friend asked if we have started talking about names yet. At first the question seemed odd to me; it seems too early to be thinking about such things. But then I freaked out because I realized that up until that point the thought of having to come up with another name that Jake and I will both agree on had not even crossed my mind. And then I felt like an idiot for forgetting that part of being a parent is naming your child.
10. Holy cow...was that a flutter I just felt?!
I haven't taken any new pictures of Rachel to post; the weather, although beautiful lately, really doesn't interest me; and I haven't had any come to Jesus moments or flashes of brilliance that are worth sharing.
I guess I could provide a few updates on how my progress with the little one is going...
1. I am now at that stage where I can no longer suck in my "gut", which means I look fat. Not pregnant... just fat.
2. Although I am no longer sporting the "I'm going to throw-up" look all day I still feel queasy in the afternoons and evenings.
3. I did laundry yesterday. I don't think you quite understand the significance of this accomplishment. Have you any idea how much dirty laundry can pile up if you don't do it for 15 days? It's insane. I'm very proud of the fact that not only did I remember that I needed to do laundry but that I even had enough ambition to start the job...and I finished two whole loads in one night!
4. I have learned to quit fighting the urge. It's just not worth trying to sleep through the pain of an ever-expanding bladder.
5. Every night before I put Rachel to bed I brush her teeth (okay, maybe not every night... I'm not that perfect). Before I can brush her teeth we have this whole routine we have to go through where she asks to see everyone's toothbrush. So, I show her mommy's toothbrush, daddy's toothbrush, and Rachel's toothbrush. And then we brush her teeth and start the whole process over again as we put everything away. The other night she asked to see the baby's toothbrush and was rather disappointed to learn that the baby doesn't have or need a toothbrush just yet.
6. Here's some news you can use- my body has decided that after three weeks of producing copious amounts of snot it has finally grown tired of such ridiculousness. How wonderful it is to not have to carry Kleenexes with me at all times!
7. This morning I dropped my favorite pen on the floor. I contemplated just leaving it there but realized that I couldn't live in a world without it. As I bent down to pick it up I was unable, for the first time, to stifle a groan. So, I guess I'm at that point already.
8. I believe that it is time to purchase new shoes. I can no longer walk around in heals and pretend that my back and hips are okay with this rather boneheaded decision.
9. A friend asked if we have started talking about names yet. At first the question seemed odd to me; it seems too early to be thinking about such things. But then I freaked out because I realized that up until that point the thought of having to come up with another name that Jake and I will both agree on had not even crossed my mind. And then I felt like an idiot for forgetting that part of being a parent is naming your child.
10. Holy cow...was that a flutter I just felt?!
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