Thursday, December 31, 2009
List #1 – Goodbye and Good Riddance to …
1-Nausea and Hyperemesis. May we never meet again. Ever. And may you not plague others either. You’re truly miserable and will not be missed.
2-Hospitals, Home Health, Infusion labs and pumps, and IV bags/poles/etc. I’ll take my hydration the normal way from now on, thank you, by drinking lots and lots of champagne water.
3-Not having a social life. Dear friends, I miss you. A LOT. I look forward to the day when we can once again hang out. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be covered in spit-up, sleep deprived and will likely annoy you because I won’t have anything to talk about besides Baby … but I will impose myself on you. A LOT. Must have social interaction.
List #2 – Lessons Learned in 2009 …
1-People can survive on water and saltines alone. For days. IF, IF there is a bag of IV fluids waiting on the other end. This is not a diet I recommend, unless you’re maybe trying to fit into your little black dress for NYE. Call me if you need an IV pole. I still have one.
2-People don’t need sleep to exist. I haven’t slept for longer than 2 ½ hours at a time in weeks. Sleep is not necessary. iPhones, however are essential. They allow you to blog, post pictures on Facebook, and play sudoku when you’re up at 3 a.m. And at 4:30 a.m. Or any other ungodly hour.
3-Baby bottles make good measuring cups for booze. Seriously, when you’re trying to drink only half a glass of wine, bust out that bottle and measure in ounces. Because, really, if you asked me to just pour a ‘half’ glass of wine, we all know how full that glass would be.
List # 3 – What I’m Looking Forward to in 2010 …
1-Enjoying time with Husband and Baby. And, family and friends. And, just plain enjoying life.
2-Eating, drinking, and generally being merry.
3- Watching Baby grow. It makes me a little sad to think about how much she’ll change in a year, but it’s also really exciting to think about how she’ll start to develop her own personality.
4-Traveling. Yes, we have a baby. We’re not scared. Not yet anyway! We’re going places, near and far. And, we’d love to have our wonderful babysitters friends join us!
5-Shopping. At non-maternity-clothes stores! And, wearing pants with actual buttons and zippers again. It’s sad, but true. This is something I’m really looking forward to.
These are my lists. They’re really much longer, but I won’t bore you with additional details. What’s on your list? Humor me … this is the extent of my social interaction right now.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sleep deprivation = nothing witty to write at this particular moment.
Baby is beautiful, amazing, and wonderful. She is gaining weight, though she still hadn’t regained her birth weight as of Christmas Eve. She’s eating, sleeping, and doing lots of things that involve bodily fluids all day long. She prefers to sleep during the day, not at night. She tends to need a diaper change right in the middle of the rare, but necessary naps I try (usually unsuccessfully) to take. She is a tiny, perfect, little handful!
Christmas was good. Baby partied all night and slept all day. She slept through the opening of her gifts … I suspect the coming years will be quite a different story. We tried to dress her in several of the cute Christmas dresses we bought before she was born. Christmas Dress = FAIL. She’s still too tiny for some ‘newborn’ sizes, so she definitely didn’t fit into the 0-3 month sized dresses. Since my one-month old didn’t exactly want to sport the ‘off-the shoulder’ look, she ended up in yet another snuggly, comfy set of pajamas.
Anyway, apologies for the really boring blog today. I have about an hour before I need to bottle prep, diaper change, feed, etc. the little angel …. That is, if she’ll actually sleep that long. She seems to have a sixth sense for crying any time I want to eat, sleep, or do anything besides sit on the couch and watch her sleep in her bouncer. Must (try to) nap now.
Friday, December 25, 2009
We’re not sure how a little girl who is exactly four weeks old can comprehend the notion of celebrating the holiday season, but she somehow decided that she wanted to party all night long. She indulged right along with the adults, eating considerably more than her normal day’s haul. And, she had no intention of sleeping. Not at 9:00 p.m., not at midnight, not until almost 4 a.m. And, the Great Christmas Debacle? The Rejection of the Pacifier. The horror! Her beloved pacifier no longer wanted, and our beloved sleep no longer an option.
Needless to say, Brian and I rang in Christmas morning with just a couple hours sleep and a bottle of champagne. This might be the first day I have been glad to have the option of supplementing Baby’s diet with formula! We love our little girl so much, especially as we celebrate Christmas today … we’re just hoping that she’ll allow us a couple of holiday naps.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Baby says growth spurt means ….
-Baby is hungry ALL the time.
-Baby in inconsolable. Fussy any time she’s awake without a bottle in her mouth.
-Baby wants what she wants when she wants it. And she wants it … NOW.
-Baby says screw your schedule.
-Baby says screw your beloved sleep.
-Baby wants what she wants when she wants it. And she wants it … NOW.
We love our sweet little angel, but the growth spurt has definitely thrown us for a loop! Just when we settled into a nice feeding/sleeping routine, we hit the 3-week growth spurt. Who cares if she just ate an hour ago? Who cares if she has eaten the amount she should have had in an entire 24 hour period by noon? She’s hungry, NOW. If she’s not sleeping, she wants to be eating. And, no, infant’s don’t seem to understand the concept of ‘just a minute’ or ‘it’s almost ready’ … did I mention that she wants what she wants when she wants it (NOW)???
As I understand it, we will go through this at 3 weeks, 6 weeks, 3 months and 6 months. It’s good to know what to expect because it’s a little heart wrenching to be unable to comfort your child. Sure it’s mildly amusing for the first few seconds when her head turns bright red, resembling a cherry tomato, and she does the billy goat cry. As an adult and as a parent, you know her bottle will be ready in about 90 seconds, but try explaining that to a baby who is roughly 24-days-old.
Speaking of reasoning with an infant, I learned last night that this is not really possible. Not with any success anyway. As I mentioned yesterday, we’ve succumbed to using the pacifier. It works like a charm. Except, of course, when she spits it out. This is a problem considering she has no real control over her arms/hands just yet and can’t put it back in her mouth herself. I tried to explain this to her about 3:30 this morning, but she wasn’t having any of it. She spit out the pacifier, cried because she wanted it back, and I got out of bed and replaced it for her. We danced this little dance about 8 times before she finally fell asleep (or before I did!). Oh the joys of becoming a new parent. I love my little girl more than life itself, but I am definitely looking forward to the day when sleep and sanity are more commonplace in my life!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
We’ve managed to find a few extra minutes with every day that passes, and life is starting to resemble some type of normalcy as we approach the one-month mark. Brian still refuses to give up X-Box or his guitar for sleep. On the other hand, I pretty much sleep any time and any where the opportunity arises … and I long for the day that I can sleep for longer than an hour and a half at a time. Can I put that on my Christmas List? A 3-hour stretch of sleep? Anyone?
In any case, we’ve had many adventures over the last few weeks (several of which have to do with bodily functions, so stop reading now if you’re squeamish) …
-Getting a onsie over a newborn’s head … not as easy as you might think.
-Amazing projectile spit-up episodes
-Vivid conversations regarding diaper contents
-Multiple weight checks at the doctor (which includes stripping down the baby and putting her on a cold, hard scale … she’s not a fan!)
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
…for the upcoming birth of our daughter, Avery Grace. She’ll be here Friday morning, and we cannot wait to meet her!
…for all of our wonderful friends and family who have showered us with love and gifts to help us prepare for Avery’s arrival.
…for the end of pregnancy and the beginning of motherhood.
…that Avery’s arrival will give us plenty of time to prepare for and enjoy the holidays, Brian’s favorite season.
…that the next time I post on this blog, I’ll be sharing pictures of our little girl!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
In thinking about this being my final pre-natal appointment of this pregnancy, most likely my final OB appointment EVER, I started to realize how many items/experiences/etc. I’ll never (EVER) have to deal with again starting in about 3 days …
1-Zofran, the anti-nausea God-send of a medication that allowed me to survive my hyperemisis-pregnancy even though the doctors couldn’t guarantee it was totally safe.
2-Maternity clothes. Let’s face it. Most women buy clothes to make them look smaller, even when they’re in their Size-2-Non-Pregnant glory. There is not a single piece of maternity clothing that can make you look smaller. Okay, I know I’ll probably still live in these for a while, but at least I’ll start to have other options soon.
3-Toilet Paper. Yes, I know I’ll continue to use it on a daily basis, but I’m hoping to stop going through an entire roll each and every day. Insider trading tip: Sell your market shares of toilet paper now! Consumption at my house is going down ASAP!
4-Darker hair. Sure, I know lots of beautiful brunettes, but I’m a natural-born-dye-job-blonde. I miss my lighter shade, and once these lightening-fast-hair-growing hormones are under control I’ll be back to my ‘natural’ self.
5-IV Pole. Seriously, how many people do you know that have their very own IV pole just sitting around in their garage? We also had a fridge full of anti-nausea meds in syringes and a box of glucose/saline fluids until a few weeks ago. If any of my family members are reading this, you better send me your Christmas wish lists soon. Once I’m a sleep-deprived new parent, I cannot promise that this one won’t get wrapped up in your holiday gift bag.
7-The epically slow passage of time. You know how, when you hear that somebody else is pregnant, it seems like they have a toddler two days later? Yeah, not so much when you’re the one who is pregnant. I’m definitely ready to move into a new phase of this experience. I’m ready for sleep deprivation to be caused by the joy of nurturing my child, and not leg cramps, bathroom trips, etc. I’m ready for general physical discomfort to be caused by my body healing and eventually getting back into shape (a shape other than ‘round’). I’m ready to meet Avery Grace and start our life together as a family! We’re about 62 hours away from her arrival!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Anyway, except for feeling pretty uncomfortable, I’m really excited to begin this week knowing that we’ll end it with our little girl! Friday morning can’t get here fast enough! That said, I’m taking bets and/or guesses as to what kind of curve ball will be thrown at us this week. We’ve managed to fall into the ‘that only happens to less than 2% of pregnant women’ category so many times over the last 38 ½ weeks, I can only imagine what will happen in the next 4 days!
Any thoughts? What kind of ‘excitement’ should we expect? Will it be related to pregnancy? Traffic? Weather? The holidays? I’m sure it will be something!
Friday, November 20, 2009
For those of you who know my sweet husband, you know he’s a bit of a perfectionist and a fairly intense neat freak. So, I was very excited when I found car seat protectors during the baby registry process. It’s a handy little piece of fabric that can be placed underneath a child car seat that is supposed to prevent the seat in your vehicle from being too damaged by the 20-30 pounds of baby and safety seat sitting on top. This great product even had a little flap that included a pocket for extra storage and looked very chic. At $15 a piece, I thought this was a great deal and registered (and received) two – one for my car and one for the husband’s car. I was very proud of this little find.
Fast forward to yesterday, and the technician tells me that we can’t use it. What? Huh? Isn’t it designed for this specific purpose? What else would you use it for? She tells me that, if I want to keep it in place, I’ll have to sign a disclaimer before she can officially approve the car seat installation. It will also void the manufacturer’s warranty and liability in the event of an impact (even if it’s obvious that the car seat itself was faulty and caused injury to my child). Well, that would have been handy to know about 3 months ago! There goes $30 worth of diapers.
I thought the wedding industry was a racket, but this whole baby product market really drives me insane. From products that claim to be safety tested and approved (by who? Your next door neighbor?!) to those that are constantly being recalled (seriously, if something is designed to be put in a baby’s mouth, maybe you shouldn’t use lead-based paint … just a thought), it all seems a little ridiculous to me. But that’s just my opinion.
Are there other products out there to avoid? Anything we should be weary about? And what do I do with the car seat protectors?!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Okay, off the soap box. Can you tell I’m almost 38 weeks, almost at the end? I’m definitely feeling the end-of-the-third-trimester frustrations. Anyway, the doctor’s appointment went well. Actually, it was fairly uneventful. As I already noted, Avery is still breech. She still has her feet on her head and refuses to move. Her heartbeat is right around 140, which is normal. And, I actually lost a pound. Who knew the ice cream and cookies pregnancy diet could be so effective?!
As someone who has never had real surgery before, I also had several random, but important questions for the doctor.
Q – Can I wear nail polish to the c-section?
A – Yes.
My response – Better schedule a pedicure.
Q – Can I wear make-up during the surgery?
A – Yes.
My response – Good. I was going to anyway.
Q – Can I wear contacts or do I have to wear glasses?
A – Contacts are okay.
My response – Good, because my glasses prescription is about 4 years old, and I’d like to be able to see my daughter when she’s born.
Now that I have answers to all of the important questions, I feel like the persuasion-to-acceptance stage is going to be a little more productive.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Here are a few pictures of the nursery. I'm a little disappointed, because the camera really doesn't do justice to all the cute butterflies and purple/green accents in the room.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
A Newborn's Conversation with God
A baby asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"
God said, "Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."
The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."
God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."
Again the small child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"
God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."
"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"
God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."
"Who will protect me?"
God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life."
"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."
God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you."
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."
God said, You will simply call her, "Mom."
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Here are a few stats:
How far along: 36 ½ weeksNet weight gain: 21 lbs.
Sleep: Sleeping well … for about 45 minutes at a time. Between the awful pain in my hips that keeps me flipping/rolling around all night and the frequent trips to the bathroom, I’m relatively impressed at how much sleep I’m actually still getting.
Baby movement: She moves like crazy! Except when she goes an entire day without moving at all and completely freaks me out. She’s a night owl for sure, and is much more active late in the day. She also reacts well to peppermint ice cream and Brian’s voice.
Cravings: None really. Luckily, some of the healthier foods that once made me so nauseous are back on my stomach’s approved list … fruit and grilled chicken have been treating me quite well lately.
Food aversions: Okay, so the grilled chicken has to come with extra pickles on a bun from Chic-fil-a, but it’s better than a fried sandwich! Veggies are still hit or miss.
What I miss: Diet soda, cold turkey sandwiches, champagne.
Looking forward to: The ultrasound on Thursday. Hopefully it will give us a better idea of what the coming weeks will bring!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
1 – 15 oz can of 100% pure pumpkin
1 – box of spice cake mix
1 – cup of semi-sweet or white chocolate chips
Preheat your oven to 350-degrees. Mix the 3 ingredients together. Do NOT add the eggs and oil the cake mix tells you to add. Grease your muffin tins and bake for 18-22 minutes. It can’t get much easier than that!
I actually used the miniature chocolate chips and made mini-muffins, which yielded about 4 dozen (and didn't take quite as long to bake, about 16 minutes). Otherwise, Stephanie says that you get about 15 regular sized muffins.
For somebody who loves to cook but hasn’t really been able to for the last 9 months, this was great! I actually felt somewhat useful again, even though this was super quick and really simple. I’m all about the 3-ingredient recipes these days, especially ones that don’t keep me on my feet for more than 15-20 minutes! Thanks, Stephanie!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
External version is where the doctor uses a sonogram to guide him as he applies external pressure to the baby and tries to get her to flip. It’s a procedure that is supposed to be relatively uncomfortable, even painful. However, it is also brief – they should know if they can successfully turn her in less than 5 minutes. That said, if it is a viable option for us (i.e., she’s small enough and has enough room to turn, there is enough amniotic fluid, etc.), we are probably going to try it. As far as I’m concerned, 5 minutes of pain is worth a shot if it means I won’t have to have a c-section and recover from surgery for weeks on end. Unfortunately, the procedure is not a guarantee – even if it works, she could always flip back. And, knowing our little ball of Attitude & Trouble, she probably will!
So, if external version doesn’t work and/or if we decide it’s not a good option, we’re looking at welcoming our little Avery Grace the week of Thanksgiving. We would likely end up scheduling the c-section one of the days toward the end of that week (Wednesday-Saturday), depending on the hospital’s holiday schedule and when they would allow ‘elective’ c-sections. We will know much more after the ultrasound next week, but time is definitely running out! She could be here in just 3 weeks! Until then, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that she flips – with or without the EV – and stays that way until December 4th!
Monday, November 2, 2009
Another general question I’ve been considering is exactly what I need to bring along to the hospital. Seriously, I have lists from websites, books, nurses, etc. and all of them are different. Lists seem to include anything from ‘pack everything you own’ to ‘just bring your belly and a car seat’ … none of which is helpful! For those of you who have done this recently, I’m taking any and all suggestions for what to pack and/or what not to pack. I mean, is there really time/energy to read books and magazines while you’re there? I can’t imagine so, but they’re on every list I’ve seen!
I’m also concerned over what type of outfit to bring for Avery’s homecoming. The problem is that she’s due in December. Technically, this is a winter month. But, let’s be honest, this is Texas! It could be 80 degrees. It could also be 40 degrees. She could fit perfectly in a newborn-sized outfit or need a size bigger. I think I have 3 different outfits and matching socks, mittens, hats, blankets, etc. piled up to go in the suitcase. With all of this concern and my luck, she’ll end up coming home in some hospital-issued onsie!
Overall, I have to say that packing a bag for a sunny, tropical island destination requires much less thought/planning than packing up to deliver a baby. And, I start making lists and packing weeks in advance of a vacation! For now, I should at least pull the suitcase out of the closet. Perhaps staring at its empty existence will inspire me.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Kelli, Lisa, Me, and Callie
They were so thoughtful in putting everything together, and they made some very tasty treats – all with pasteurized cheeses, so I could eat everything!
Lisa has gotten quite crafty lately. She made the cutest cupcakes and a diaper cake using our receiving blankets!
Although I was much better at taking pictures this time, I still only managed to get a few on my camera. Most of the pictures will be sent to me from others in the next few days, so I will post more when I receive them.
Thanks, girls, for a great day!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Following my 6-pound weight gain last month, I only gained 1 pound in the last 3 weeks. Of course, this made me freak out a little! Fortunately, the doctor doesn’t seem concerned at all about how this is affecting Avery. That puts my mind at ease (somewhat) regarding her health and development. But, let’s be honest, what we really need to worry about here are her clothes! We have about a thousand onsies and outfits that are sized 0-3 months, but I’m afraid they’ll swallow her up. So, of course, I needed to shop after the doctor’s visit! Brian sat patiently in a chair while I rounded up a few things that were sized for newborns. I really didn’t go overboard (yet) and I talked myself out of one really cute preemie outfit … you know, just in case. I know she’ll be gaining the majority of her weight over the next few weeks, but we have to be prepared, right?! Right?! And, anyway, she really needed that red velvet/santa-style dress and matching beret. Right?!
On another note, we got the ‘good news/bad news’ update on the H1N1 vaccine. The good news is that my getting the shot will pass immunity along to Avery. So, even though I’ll probably still be the hand-washing-anti-bacterial-soap nazi, I might actually let people see her once she arrives! The bad news is that my doctor’s office doesn’t yet have the shot-version of the vaccine. Nobody in Texas does. They thought they would have it by Oct. 15th, but that date has come and gone. They’re hoping to get it soon, and they’re hoping to have sufficient supply. However, they do suspect that there will be a shortage, so I have to continue to check on its availability on a regular basis.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
“…A birth doula provides continuous physical, emotional, and informational support before, during, and just after birth…” – (for more info, go to www.dona.org)
Brian’s definition is … “somebody who makes sure I don’t yell at him too much and can also get him a cheeseburger if labor lasts too long …”
I was initially thrown by the concept of a doula. My reaction was probably fairly similar to many of yours. I was thinking that this would only be necessary for people who are really into the touchy-feely-emotional birth experiences, you know –home births, water births, etc. And, we all know that that is not part of my birth plan! I will be in a hospital, with fluorescent lights and loud, beeping monitors … and drugs. Lots of drugs.
So, where does a doula fit into my experience? The more I researched, the more I learned. The true purpose of a doula is to make the mother as comfortable and informed as possible. She is a neutral third-party, and her entire responsibility is me! Who wouldn’t love that, right?! This is appealing on many levels. Consider how many shift changes the OB nurses might make during a long delivery or how many other patients they will also be attending. My doula will be able to explain things to me in further detail when a nurse runs out the door to see another patient. My doula will also help me with different relaxation techniques (breathing, massage, etc.), which is important given my lack of patience and propensity to overreact. I also just learned that getting an epidural too early can actually slow labor, so the relaxation techniques will help me get through some of the early labor process until I threaten to kill somebody if they don’t stick that big needle in my spine and make the pain go away!
And—Yes, Brian, I have it on good authority that the doula can also make a food run if your tummy starts growling. She is apparently there to provide support to the father, too.
If you’re pregnant and interested in learning more about the doulas we interviewed and/or the one we selected, let me know!
Monday, October 12, 2009
My Whine & Cheese:
Wine & Cheese for everyone else:
When I was initially pregnant and really sick, I couldn’t even think about wine. However, the cold weather and good friends gathered together by the fireplace really made me crave a nice, big glass of red wine. They were nice enough to mix up a tasty wine-looking punch for me to enjoy, and yummy pasteurized cheeses were also in abundance. All kidding aside, it was great to get together with everyone especially considering that my social life has been severely lacking over the last few months. Once again, I forgot to take pictures with my own camera. Even the ones I’ve included above were emailed to me this morning. I did manage to come away with about 4 shots of the cake and one of me with Paige at the end of the night, after everyone had gone home.
I promise to try to do better in the coming weeks. Until then, I blame pregnancy brain! My memory and attention span have been drastically diminished lately.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Thanks for understanding!
Monday, October 5, 2009
A Kick: As I mentioned last week, our sweet, little (stubborn) girl is currently in the breech position. Because I REALLY don’t want to end up having a c-section, I’ve been reading about different ways to get a baby to turn. The doula we interviewed on Friday suggested putting ice at the top of my stomach. It’s supposed to make the baby move her head away from the cold sensation. So, I thought … it’s worth a shot! I set my glass of ice water on the top of my stomach. And, this is where it became utterly apparent that this is my (stubborn) child. Instead of shying away from the cold sensation, Avery just started kicking at it. I could literally see the entire glass being moved up and down. I think we’re going to be in trouble with our independent, strong-minded child.
A Question: Okay, we all know I’m a little on the paranoid side when it comes to germs. I already got a flu shot and am just counting the days until the swine flu vaccine is available at my doctor’s office. I’m also making all the grandparents get their whooping cough shots, because this disease is apparently becoming a problem with babies again. So, here’s my question … is it rude/obnoxious/obsessive/unnecessary for me to ask/expect/require those visiting us at the hospital or at home after Avery is born to get their flu shots? Especially considering her due date is in December (not June), smack in the middle of flu season? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll already be vigilantly armed with anti-bacterial gels and soaps … baby mittens to keep people from touching her hands that will inevitably go straight into her mouth. But, considering that we all need oxygen, I can’t ask people not to breathe on her! What would you do?!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
We saw her kidneys, bladder, and all 4 chambers of her heart ... everything looks good. We caught a glimpse of her face and a little yawn right at the beginning of the ultrasound. However, she promptly curled up into a ball, covered her face with her arms and put her feet on her head. So, we didn't really get any good pictures this time. I’ve included a sonogram picture below, but you can really only see her forehead (on the left) and the blur of her arms/legs (in the middle).
Yesterday, I wrote about my itchy skin, and my doctor ordered a blood test today because this could be an indicator of liver function problems. However, I gained a whopping 6 lbs this month, which is about 40% of my total weight gain, so I'm guessing my skin is just stretching!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
To date, I have been lucky enough to avoid stretch marks. However, I’m afraid they’re coming. For the last few days, my stomach has been very itchy! I think my skin is stretching. Avery is finally growing! We have an ultrasound early tomorrow morning to track her growth progress since my weight gain has been minimal. Fortunately, I’ve been comforted by the fact that my stomach continues to grow. We’ll get more specific details about her development tomorrow. If all goes well, she should be measuring over 15 inches long, and she should weigh 3 ½ to 4 pounds!
Another comforting factor has been the change in Avery’s movements. Not only has she become more active in recent weeks, but the way she’s moving is changing too. Whereas before I was only able to enjoy her kicks, punches, and elbow jabs, she now seems to be ‘rolling’ around a lot more. As I understand it, this happens when babies start to gain more mass. It’s easier to feel their full body movements at this point. It feels a little like kneading dough. I’m also starting to see my entire stomach ‘jump’ more frequently. It’s a little spastic, but it makes me feel better every time she moves.
Please keep your fingers crossed, say prayers, think positive thoughts … whatever you do best … that everything goes well at our appointment tomorrow. It’s been a rough road, but hopefully tomorrow will bring reassuring news.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Never have I known a more faithful companion. No matter how much I try to push you away, you refuse to leave my side. No matter how many times I try to kill you off with cocktails of prescription drugs, you remain a constant force in my life. No matter how many ugly words and hateful slurs I throw your way, you’re still there. On occasion, I have experienced victorious nausea-free moments, even a day or two here and there. But, alas, you never let me down. You continuously return time and time again. You have out-smarted and out-maneuvered my every attempt to dislodge you from my life. You are a true and constant presence.
Your unwavering existence requires my gratitude. Thank you for taking over my entire pregnancy and life in general. Thank you for taking the joy out of being pregnant for the first time. Thank you for taking away my desire to ever be pregnant again. Thank you for taking my social life and even my desire to have one. Thank you for driving my poor husband crazy, much as he tries to hide it. Thank you for taking my ability sit upright, accomplish trivial tasks, or be very productive after 10 a.m. on any given day. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
P.S. Just so we’re clear, your days are numbered …. 66 and counting!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
As we begin the 31st week, I’m starting to realize just how much we still have to accomplish in the last quarter of this pregnancy, and that’s assuming that she holds out until the end. (I’m convinced that she’ll be early.) Receiving shower gifts that I have no idea what to do with is just the tip of the iceberg! At least we have the basics -- a crib, clothes, one box of diapers, and some baby wipes, and lots of eager grandparents! That should get us through the first day or two. Somehow, some way, we’ll start figuring things out. It’s just a little stressful for the Type-A, control-freak, first-time-parent-to-be that I am!
Monday, September 21, 2009
I really do try to incorporate some healthy foods, but the nausea is much worse on days when I eat oatmeal and yogurt than when I down a couple of breakfast tacos. I can’t explain it … it’s just the way my body seems to work right now. I do try to eat an apple or banana every day, but vegetables are definitely not on the menu (unless they’re fried, of course). I have also been known to eat 2-3 bowls of cereal in one day. However, my preferred foods lately include Mexican food (anything with beans, cheese, and a homemade tortilla), pizza, and fried anything. I made quite a sad, pregnant spectacle over the weekend when I was left counting out $4 in change for an order of fried gizzards (an old favorite comfort food) when I visited my dad … small town restaurants don’t always take credit cards, and they looked at me like I was crazy when I asked where I could find the closest ATM (18 miles down the road, by the way).
I actually wouldn’t really say I have a lot of cravings. The foods I mentioned simply seem to settle my stomach (if you can believe it) rather than trigger nausea. Let’s be clear, though, it is driving me a little crazy. I’ve always loved these foods, but I never would have eaten this poorly, this frequently pre-pregnancy. I am really looking forward to the days when I want to eat grilled fish and veggies again. Of course, I’ll also need a glass of crisp white wine to accompany that meal. All in good time, I suppose.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
My ‘PC’ response, “Avery, considering that I’ve only gained 10 lbs in this pregnancy, I’m just happy that you’re growing and becoming more active. It is very reassuring and makes me feel like you’re healthy and developing on track, despite my horrible diet.”
The response in my head, “Eleven more weeks?!?! God help me.”
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
That said, Avery has been much more active lately … she actually kicked the little machine that the nurse used to listen to her heartbeat when we were at the doctor’s office last week. Attitude! She is definitely my child. And, today, I’m pretty sure I felt her hiccup for the first time. Granted, she might have been doing that for weeks, but it was the first time I felt a truly rhythmic and consistent movement. It was pretty cool! I’m just hoping that it doesn’t become a habit when she’s crammed up under my rib cage in the last few weeks of pregnancy.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Alan & Brian working hard …
Thanks everyone for your generosity! We are so lucky to have such great friends and family!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
I also had the ‘pleasure’ of doing my glucose test today to check for gestational diabetes. For those who have never had this lovely experience, it consists of drinking a super-sweet orange drink, kind of like an orange soda. However, it contains a highly concentrated amount of glucose, tastes nothing close to yummy, and has to be downed in less than 5 minutes. Gross. The drink is followed by a blood test exactly one hour after consumption (results in a few days). Let’s just say that the taste is the least disconcerting aspect of this test. I think the drink contains something like the equivalent of the amount of sugar in a 5-lb bag of candy. Of course, I’m exaggerating, but the point is that it does not leave you feeling very well at all. So, I spent my morning hopped up on sugar and light-headed from having my blood taken. This was a lovely combination for the hour-long drive back to New Braunfels in the pouring rain.
I’m not complaining, though! I received the news about my weight-gain and it rained all in the same day. Good news all around!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Unpasteurized cheeses! Brie, blue cheese, any really awesome, stinky cheese …
Wine. Oh, wine….red wine, white wine, champagne. I really miss champagne.
Ice. Cold. Beer. In a frosty, frosty mug. So unfair when it’s 100+ degrees outside.
Friends. My social life. Wine. Drinking wine with friends.
Leaving home for more than an hour or two. And without a puke-bag in my purse.
Energy. Enthusiasm. The desire do to anything that cannot be done from my couch.
Aspartame. That’s right. Drinks/foods that aren’t sugar-laden.
Working out. Really. I’d at least like the option … or the energy.
Clothes. That fit. And aren’t ugly.
Did I mention wine and cheese?
There are a few things that I’ve loved about pregnancy …
Eating ice cream every day. Yum!
Eating pizza and Mexican food for most of my meals. My doctor said it’s okay!
Nap time! Sometimes multiple nap times in a day!
Realizing all over again how wonderful (and patient and kind) my husband is.
Realizing (again) how awesome my friends and family are.
Knowing they’ll understand why pizza, ice cream, and naps are first on this list.
Having the most awesome white elephant gift for Christmas … an IV pole. Watch out!
Feeling my baby move when nobody else can. And loving that bond.
Shopping for cute little girl clothes! And furniture. And décor. And, well, just shopping.
And, of course, knowing that we will get to meet our sweet, baby girl very soon!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
As an aside, I do have to comment about the online reviews. For some reason, when you google or yahoo-search for day care centers, you also get results for day spas and pet groomers/sitters. It struck me as very strange to realize that more people write online reviews for these kinds of places than for the child care providers! Perhaps that’s the result of being an exhausted parent … I’m sure I’ll realize that soon enough. However, I just thought it strange to see 5-6 reviews pop up for Noah’s Ark and Bark considering the fact that most of the places I wanted to learn about didn’t have a single review.
So, after a day of researching and making phone calls, we’re now on the waitlist for 4 day cares centers – 3 for February, one for next September, and we’re supposed to tour one other facility before they allow us to add our names to their list. I might have procrastinated somewhat, but this is 5+ months in advance! Who knew it could be so complicated?!
Monday, August 31, 2009
After considering all of these things and trying not to literally freak out about how I’m going to start visiting college campuses next week, I called my doctor’s office. I didn’t really care what they told me one way or the other. I was looking for either reassurance that this is just an overreaction, or I wanted them to officially advise me (and my employer) to avoid public places like schools. I just wanted a definitive answer. So what did they tell me? They told me that I should wash my hands frequently, avoid crowded places, and wear a mask if I can’t avoid places that are swarming with germy people. However, they’re not allowed to officially advise against these ‘activities’ because it could induce panic. Imagine if they started telling people not to go to school. In reality, I’m thinking … sure, wearing a surgical mask is going to go over great for a sales rep. Telling people I’d rather not shake their hand will win me tons of points. And, avoiding them all together will really boost sales.
I really have no revelation or inspired conclusion here. This is more of a rant than a thoughtful posting, but feel free to join my cause! It couldn’t hurt to increase paranoia, and hopefully boost awareness. WASH YOUR HANDS!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
I know for a fact that I would not have survived the last six months without my wonderful husband, who has been nothing short of a miracle. Aside from completely taking over the mundane day-to-day tasks, he also made midnight trips to the drug store for benadryl when I had a bad reaction to the IV medicine (it made my legs twitch!) and he even let me stick him with needles when I was too scared to do it to myself for the first time. One thing I’ve said from the very beginning is that the human race would cease to exist if we told other women what you actually endure in pregnancy. I am absolutely positive that I would do this all over again in a heartbeat for the baby I’m currently carrying. My confidence is much lower when I consider whether I will ever do it again. People smile and tell me to wait and see … perhaps they’re right, but I have a condition that less than 2% of pregnant women ever experience (and I’m almost guaranteed to get it again in any subsequent pregnancies). Ah, the miracle of life …