tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45749159572486582422024-02-20T02:40:07.829-08:00The Pregnancy Chroniclestgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-39061084406824242112012-07-17T09:03:00.001-07:002012-07-17T09:03:14.776-07:00Olympics!2012 is an Olympic year. Specifically, it is a summer olympics year. I am going to be delivering a summer baby soon. So in honor of these two events, I figured I would share the events of the "I'm nine months pregnant in the middle of the summer" Olympics!<div>
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First up is the toddler dash- You have a very active and curious toddler who hasn't mastered certain safety concepts yet. You must keep her safe at all costs and this involves moving your pregnant, swollen, sore self at high speeds frequently throughout the day. </div>
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Next event is the roll over. You perform this event while lying down in bed on either your left or right side to start. You need to roll from one side to the other. You lose points for grunting or pausing at the halfway point. You are disqualified from earning a medal if you come to a full standing position in order to re-position yourself.</div>
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Then there is the walk around the neighborhood. You know exercise is good and that walking can induce labor. You must walk around the loop with minimal stopping. You will be given a pulmonary function test before, halfway and at the end of your loop. Deductions include waddling excessively, groaning and holding your lower back. Points are given for good posture, walking up the hill instead of down, completing the small loop in fewer than 20 minutes and overall mood upon returning.</div>
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Onto the dressing of yourself. You must do this event at least twice in one day. First aspect is to find clothes that still fit comfortably. Remember that unless the clothing fits into the category of "dress" you must select both a top and a bottom. Second aspect is to put them on, which requires amazing lung capacity and an ever increasing flexibility from the athlete/ mom to be.</div>
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One of the best parts of the summer Olympics is the water events</div>
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Pool walking. You must put on the maternity bathing suit and try to ignore the fact that it is becoming too small. You must prepare your toddler for swimming. You must then drive to the pool. You then try for several minutes to coax said toddler into the pool before recognizing that she has her own agenda. Tag in your spouse for toddler duty as you enter the water. Try to dodge droves of other people's children. Try to avoid eye contact with other adults. Feel the water surround you. After a few moments look back over at your toddler to make sure she is still content with your spouse. Begin walking. Go slowly to avoid/minimize contractions. Visualize swelling going down. Walk about a half length of the pool before turning around. Repeat several times. </div>
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Shower- the challenge of this event is to avoid sitting for the entire time it takes to get clean. The second challenging aspect is to find a perfect temperature that does not render you dizzy or shaking from chills. The third challenging aspect is to get out and dry yourself without losing your breath * This event is often performed ahead of the dressing yourself event.</div>
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<li>Something special to do together with her before the arrival of the baby in a few weeks</li>
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So we arrive all gung ho at 9 am sharp, just as the place is opening. I pre pay in the farm store and Greg loads Madison into the Ergo carrier. We stop to admire the tractor before walking out to the blueberry patch. So far, we are warm, but Madison appears to be excited. Being 9 months pregnant, by the time we get there, I am breaking a small sweat and trying to catch my breath. Madison is trying to wiggle out of the Ergo and Greg appears to be calm.</div>
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Before taking Madison out of the Ergo, I demonstrate what we are going to do. I show her how to pick only the blue blueberries and put them in our containers. She smiles and nods and we take her down. Within moments, she is running down the row, grabbing any old berry she can find and either shoving it in her mouth as fast as possible or squishing it in the palm of her hand, watching the juice run down between her fingers. Greg and I take turns holding the containers and trying to guide/correct her. We have a mini communication challenge between us. We resolve it and keep trying to help Madison.</div>
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It becomes apparent fairly quickly that she needs to be held. I am grateful that I paid only for 1.5 quarts and that we didn't go to a place where you pay by the pound. I share this with Greg and he agrees but notes that former, childless versions of ourselves would have driven to the further out farm, paid by the pound, picked blueberries for hours, ate a picnic lunch and maybe continue to pick afterwards. Instead we were both hot and started rushing through the process a bit. Madison was getting increasingly whiny, we were all hot and nap time was on the horizon. </div>
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After finally filling our containers and a stop at the potty, we were back in the car with a frustrated toddler. </div>
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In hind sight we considered these points:</div>
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<li>It was a little too hot to comfortably enjoy ourselves</li>
<li>To Madison, blueberries are her candy. You would not expect a child who loves a particular kind of candy to sit in front of a bowl filled with that candy and not be tempted to eat one ( or several).</li>
<li>Blueberries have appeared at our local farmers market recently too. Her and I have developed a mini tradition of going to buy blueberries and whatever else looks good. We then find a bench and happily munch down some blueberries together. So of course she did not understand why we were asking her NOT to eat these</li>
<li>Apple and pumpkins (usually) cannot be squished when picking them, thus making it easier for eager, busy hands to handle.</li>
<li>Last year when we went, she was not walking yet and stayed in the Ergo the whole time, making it a very different experience for her and us.</li>
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Once we arrived at home though all was well. Madison happily sat down with a plate of blueberries and snarfed them until her heart was content. She will remember picking the blueberries I'm sure, but she will really enjoy eating (and drinking in a smoothie) them this week.</div>
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If you live where blueberries are in season, happy picking!</div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-14351556533323044552012-07-09T13:07:00.000-07:002012-07-09T13:07:19.969-07:00I can't wait to meet youDear Sweet Daughter,<div>
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Your dad and I are so excited to meet you. You gave us some signals last weekend that you were ready to make your debut but apparently you decided you weren't quite ready yet. That's okay sweetheart, we know we will get to hold you in our arms very soon. </div>
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Dad and I are busy trying to get things all set for your arrival. We have cooked some meals and frozen them so that our first week with you can be as smooth as possible. I have washed a lot of your clothes and have folded and organized them by size. Hopefully this week I will finish washing your diapers and back your bag for the hospital. Dad has been frantically researching room dividers as he currently uses your room as his office. Even your big sister Madison has been helping us get ready for you. She put the newborn diapers in your drawer and helped me pick out your changing mat. We have installed your infant seat in the car and Madison talks about you every time she goes in the car.</div>
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I am still feeling you move around inside of me. I think you are very strong and often wonder if you will have a spirited personality. Sometimes I think you punctured my bladder or broke a rib. Dad loves looking at my stomach and watching one of your small feet or pointy little elbows float by. He says it never gets old and I have to agree with him on that. Big sister Madison can't quite sit still long enough to feel you move, but I am sure you hear her talking and singing all day long. </div>
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I am hoping that when you do make your debut, that it is a smooth one. I trust you and I trust my body. I know you already know how to be born and my body already knows how to give birth so that is a winning combination right there. I pray each day that you are healthy inside of me and that you are getting all that you need. I try to balance life's craziness with quiet moments when I can. My quiet moments are your moments, times when you like to stretch, roll and jump. I hope you arrive quickly but not so quickly that Daddy catches you on the side of the road en route to the hospital. </div>
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I love you and am looking forward to your birthday</div>
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P.S. You do have a name by the way and we say it all the time to you but it is not yet public information</div>
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<b>"WOW you look like you are gonna pop any day now!"</b> <br />
Uhhh great thanks, I still have more than 7 full weeks to go. <br />
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<b>"Well you look like you're due July first!" </b><br />
Thanks again, that is a full four weeks ahead of my due date<br />
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<b>"You look really tiny, are you sure there is an actual, healthy baby in there?"</b> <br />
Yup, I am sure<br />
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"<b>Oh wow, your ankles are really swollen"</b> <br />
No they aren't actually, today is a good day. Why are you looking at my ankles?<br />
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These few comments all pertain to my size and appearance. You are not a medical professional. You do not know my weight gain or fundal height. My midwife, who measures these things at each appointment does. She is tracking them. She assures me that everything in the measurement department is as it out to be. This is my second baby. Things may look bigger or smaller than you expect them to but your comments don't make me feel stellar and don't lead to additional conversation. And really, why <b>are </b>you looking at my ankles?<br />
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"<b>You have to go to the bathroom again?"</b><br />
Uhhh actually yes, yes I do. There is someone the size of a melon snuggling with my bladder. Do you know what that feels like?<br />
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"<b>I can see that you are pregnant, but that doesn't mean that I am going to let you cut me in line" </b>(This was said on a fairly hot day at a public restroom that was relatively crowded). It should just be noted that I did not ask if I could cut or not. I did not make assumptions. I was just standing in line, minding my own business and trying to not pee on myself!<br />
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"<b>Baby care items are located over there" </b>(said by a drugstore worker when I entered the store) <br />
Obviously a pregnant lady is only there to buy diapers and wipes and other baby related items. I positively do not need any items for personal care, greeting cards or any thing else you sell.<br />
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Two years ago I was pregnant with her, probably just as uncomfortable, irritable, and anxious as I am today. Two years ago I had no idea of the amazing person that she would become. Two years ago I really was not sure how labor and delivery would go, what kind of mommy I would be or how such a tiny person would totally rock our world. <br />
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Madison is awesome. She is a very caring and compassionate toddler. She notices when people are upset and takes very good care of her baby. Her baby doll goes everywhere with her and that doll is well fed and never sitting in a stinky diaper for very long. Madison is also incredibly smart, she seems to be constantly making connections between people and events. She tries her best to retell events or stories. I think (though I may be biased) that she has a longer than average attention span for children her age. She loves animals and loves to read. She is affectionate, often cuddling with one of us or blowing kisses, or kissing the pictures of animals in her books. She is pretty easy going though can be a little shy with other people or in unfamiliar situations. There is not a day that goes by that I am not amazed by her thinking, by her little personality. She routinely makes us laugh and we can't get enough laughter from her. <br />
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Madison is getting ready to be a big sister. I know it will be a transition for her, but I am curious to see how she will react to the tiny human. I am curious to see if those loving and nurturing tendencies will carry over. I am curious to see what she will teach her baby sister and excited to see how much more mature she looks next to the baby. <br />
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I hope that she enjoys her party and the time with the extended family. I hope I can find a way to make the celebration reflect just who she is and I am excited to plan a special time for her before such a big change takes place.tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-67818819209418021522012-05-17T10:45:00.000-07:002012-05-17T10:46:01.988-07:00Mommy blogger?I never really thought of myself as a mommy blogger. But I am a mommy and I have a blog. These days, I use my blogging energy to write about my children: either the one boarding as a uterine passenger or the the one making me laugh throughout the day with her antics. Does that make me a mommy blogger?<br />
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Some of the other blogs I read that are also written by mommies have features that my little old blog does not have. Some feature photos of the children, some feature give away contests. Others focus on product reviews and some have advertising and lots of links to recommended websites. Some blogs out there are poorly written and others read like best selling novels.<br />
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Recently though, it has come to my attention that some "mommy bloggers" are actually making money by writing their blog. This is somewhat baffling to me. How do I turn a simple blog into income? Where does the income come from exactly? How often do I need to actually blog to make said income? I am pretty sure that I need more followers than the 4 I currently have. I could probably spend some time and energy jazzing it up a bit, but where to go from there and is it even worth it?tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-70668119488411566482012-05-17T10:27:00.000-07:002012-05-17T10:27:31.086-07:00Funny things about being pregnant while caring for a toddlerPregnancy is different for each woman. Women come into pregnancy with different expectations, at different stages of life and have different reactions to the physical and emotional changes. This makes sense, right? What I did not realize was that being pregnant while caring for my older daughter would make this pregnancy more interesting and humorous to say the least.<div>
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A few weeks back I must have taken on the pregnancy habit of moaning or groaning when I dropped something and I drop things all the time. Any of you who know me outside of the blogosphere know that I am a pretty clumsy person. About a week or two ago, Madison dropped something and made a groaning sound, pointed at the dropped object, groaned again, and said "mama". She cracked herself up with this routine for several days. If that wasn't enough, she also started making the groaning sound when she saw me drop something. </div>
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Apparently I did not learn from this though. I continued to be pregnant and clumsy which means that I continued to drop things and as anyone knows, it gets increasingly more difficult to bend down and pick stuff up. ( I will pick up anything I drop that might be dangerous to her, like sharp objects or choking hazards, regardless of I am feeling at that moment). So I guess I started dropping things, Madison continued to notice and at some point along the way I said "Daddy will pick that up later". Now when there is something on the floor ( a toy she dropped, a piece of prechewed and then rejected food, etc) she points at it and says "daddy" with a huge smile across her face. She is just imitating me and my bad behavior, but remains pretty good about cleaning up her toys when asked. </div>
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I feel like the first trimester is coming back. I am nauseous more frequently and I am super exhausted. I have other ailments too of course but I do not want simply list my ailments and call it a post. For now, I am just quietly celebrating the arrival of the third trimester and praying that things go as smoothly as possible from here on out and that the little bean can be healthy.</div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-60999954328621172062012-05-02T14:06:00.000-07:002012-05-02T14:06:32.891-07:00Is it July yet?I am very anxiously awaiting the arrival of July. The midwife assures me that I am healthy and that the baby is healthy. Good news. However, being pregnant and keeping up with a toddler is somewhat challenging. There are days that I feel like everything from my lowest rib to my knee is either hurting or stretching. Those are the days when Madison seems to be her most energetic. Those uncomfortable days are the same days that my energy is even lower than normal. In general, it is getting more difficult to pick her up as I struggle to find a comfortable position to hold her. <div>
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With Madison, I would get home from school, eat a snack and then immediately nap for a good solid hour whenever I could.</div><div><br /></div><div>Back to my starting weight plus ( as of this past Friday) a few extra pounds:)</div><div><br /></div><div>I had my first prenatal massage of this pregnancy last week and it was amazing. For a few hours, I wasn't sore or achy. There are not a lot of massage therapists in my area who are actually certified in prenatal massage. I feel lucky to have found the right person for me during this time period. She does not use the table with the belly cut out of it and instead uses lots of pillows. The belly hole table freaks me out. Her information is <a href="http://sarahernstedwards.com/node/3">here</a> in case any of you are interested.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope to sign up for a prenatal yoga class soon or get back to walking regularly. We had a burst of warm weather a few weeks back but since then its been seasonal or cold and I haven't felt like walking</div><div><br /></div><div>So far we are at an impasse for naming this little one.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay well miss Madison is up singing from her nap. Hopefully another whole month won't pass without an update</div><div><br /></div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-18613402119107841352012-03-06T08:39:00.004-08:002012-03-06T08:58:22.630-08:00Breathing easier<span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">The anatomy scan was last week and this week I just feel so much better, less anxious for sure. Less anxiety means better sleep so hooray for that.</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "> The doctor's name was Dr. Bundy. As in Al. Cue the theme song to the old television show, <a href="http://www.theme-songs.info/married-with-children-theme-song/">Married with Children</a>. I had a few funny jokes I thought about cracking but smirked at Greg instead and kept them to myself, at least until the Dr. left the room. I am sure he has heard his fair share of jokes anyway and did not need my commentary.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">I was anxious to get started with the highlight of the visit anyway, seeing our little someone and finding out if everything looked okay. Though I was slightly uncomfortable on my back, I was more interested in what we saw on the screen than my discomfort. Right away, two little feet appeared. The doctor talked us through the whole thing and told us all the measurements he was taking. The baby appeared to be sucking a thumb, just like big sister Madison. The heart had both ventricles, the umbilical cord was working as it should. The spine and bones were all visible. The hemispheres of the brain were intact. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">It is absolutely breath taking. There on the screen in front of me is this little person, this little life that my husband and I created. He missed the anatomy scan with Madison because he was at the 2010 olympics so I think it was even more magical for him. The doctor left the room, we made a few jokes and I shifted positions. The doctor returned and rechecked all his measurements. Turns out the baby is measuring a bit small for the age but not enough to warrant concern or push the due date back. The baby measured a few days off from the due date, but less than a week, which is within the margin of error anyways.. My own ob was not particularly concerned and recommended a follow-up ultra sound around seven months.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">I am </span>surprisingly<span style="font-size: 100%;"> not worried. Madison was a few days late. I was sick at the beginning of this pregnancy for a long time. Greg and I are smallish people ourselves. And all the major things are present and looking good, even if they are small. As my mom would say, "good things come in small packages."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-77688992537548213972012-03-06T08:16:00.002-08:002012-03-06T08:38:48.965-08:00The elusive topI have been on the search for a professional looking, interview worthy maternity dress shirt. My suit jacket will no longer button over the baby, so I will be wearing just a pair of black pants and a dressy shirt. I thought that procuring this top would be relatively easy.<div><br /></div><div>Off I treked to several local maternity clothing stores. One large chain store that has a maternity department offered only t shirts and tank tops and other summery, very casual clothing. Sure the jeans fit nicely, but no work appropriate tops were to be had. At motherhood maternity, the two quasi acceptable shirts were actually quite hideous. Prints and empire waists. I would not wear the particular prints or the style of shirt pre-pregnancy so I certainly am not going to wear it now. I even checked the clearance section because I was hoping to find a long sleeved shirt since it is still chilly here. I flipped through racks of several ugly sweaters but came up empty handed. My last stop was the outlet mall. I was disappointed to learn that the stores there do not carry maternity clothes and the one maternity store that was there was replica of the motherhood store I had already visited. Not to mention the fact that it reeked of body odor. Most pregnant women I know have a heightened sense of smell. Body odor is gross anyway and even worse when you are pregnant.</div><div><br /></div><div>I did not have enough time to order from an online maternity store. And I get frustrated with that too. Many of the models on some of those websites do not even look pregnant. I understand that they are models, but at least strap on one of those fake belly things if you are modeling maternity clothes.</div><div><br /></div><div>So the options were go to a regular store and try on a few shirts in a bigger size or try to work with what I had at home. Disenchanted with my shopping experiences, I decided to try on some of my clothes at home. I found a button down shirt that I bought during my first pregnancy that fits decently. It is not a maternity shirt but is cut a little on the lose side and falls a little longer on me. It will be weird to interview in something other than my well fitting black suit, but hopefully my qualifications and personal skills outshine any wardrobe blunders.</div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-84732417691384837752012-02-25T04:50:00.002-08:002012-02-25T04:56:54.429-08:00AnxiousThe big anatomy scan is coming up. Unfortunately, we booked the appointment right after the start of the new year, so it has been on my mind for a while. As our appointment gets closer, time seems to go even slower. I think I have spent more time online on "birth boards" this time around than the last. Originally I wanted to see if other people were as sick as I was and how they were managing. Now it just seems to fuel my anxiety as I read about some of the things that have gone awry with the health of the mother or the baby.<div><br /></div><div>I have to remember that I am doing the best that I can to take care of myself and the little uterine passenger. I have to keep reminding myself that I have done this once already and that somehow I did manage to bring a beautiful healthy person into this world. I hope and pray that I am able to do it again.</div><div><br /></div><div>18 weeks tomorrow.</div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-36154637192227497832012-02-09T07:39:00.001-08:002012-02-09T07:47:35.245-08:00Weeks 14 and 15Progress is slow. Time is even slower, I feel like I have been pregnant forever already and we have not even reached the half way mark yet. <div><br /></div><div>Progress:</div><div><ul><li>At the appointment last week with my midwife, their scale showed I gained 4 pounds. I was nervous about gaining 4 lbs in two weeks but she said its fine since I am still just trying to gain back all that was.</li><li>Tapering the IV hydration. Down to just half a liter a day</li><li>Also trying to taper the IV zofran, with the goal of getting this thing out of my arm</li><li>Spending time with Madison again during the day so Greg can work</li><li>Some creative energy is returning as well</li><li>Was able to make it out of the house and to my sister in law's baby shower all by myself</li></ul><div>Struggles:</div></div><div><ul><li>Still many food aversions and smell sensitivities</li><li>Heartburn</li><li>Finding a comfortable position for resting/sleeping</li><li>Drinking water throughout the day</li><li>Shortness of breath ( already?!?!)</li><li>Round ligament pain</li><li>Low energy on a good day, down right exhausted most of the time</li></ul><div>Random other things:</div></div><div><ul><li>Realized that the next time I see Madison's pediatrician for a well child check, I will have another baby with me</li><li>Really want to be somewhere warm so I can swim. The idea of gym pool sounds repulsive to me right now (when the warm weather comes they take the roof off which makes it more bearable)</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-3324815666296067262012-01-27T10:46:00.001-08:002012-01-27T11:01:21.597-08:00Same timing, different pregnancyI thought this blog was a thing of the past and then there I was, Thanksgiving morning with a positive pregnancy test in my right hand. Found out that the due date is the end of July 2012, right around the same time that Madison will be celebrating her 2nd birthday.<div><br /></div><div>This pregnancy has been more intense than my first. I lost more weight earlier on. I have needed to have both home IV hydration and iv anti-vomiting medicine. It has been a lot harder to take care of myself with Madison being a bright eyed and energetic toddler. As a result, Greg has had to miss a considerable amount of work to take of her because I simply couldn't. That has caused us a lot of stress. My thyroid is out of whack and they wanted me to not only send me a thyroid specialist but also a maternal fetal medicine person to discuss iv nutrition.</div><div><br /></div><div>I looked through the older posts on this blog and saw a lot of similarities with the timing. January 2010 I was home sick and nervous about going back to work. It was refreshing to read that I did not gain any weight until the second trimester was well underway. I used this blog to back up my decisions not to see the maternal fetal medicine specialist. There were other factors too but I ultimately believe in my body and its ability to grow a healthy baby. We did it once so....</div><div><br /></div><div>This is week 13, the end of the first trimester. I have gained back 2 of the lost pounds, but obviously have many more to go. I started to show! Friends have brought us dinner a few times, which has been very helpful since the smell of basically anything cooking is extremely nauseating. My mom has helped out with watching Madison for all of my medical appointments. Another friend has been kind enough to drive all the way here with her daughter on a regular basis to help out with Madison so Greg can have a few work hours. I started this morning trying to reduce the iv fluids. Its been a few days since I last vomited. I have been trying to spend time with Madison during the days so Greg can work a bit more. I am eating more than just crackers. Hopefully I start to feel better soon and can resume some more normalcy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bring it on, 2nd trimester!</div><div><br /></div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-30533586077461768652010-07-26T13:36:00.000-07:002010-07-26T13:55:38.574-07:00Numbers, emotions, and still pregnant3 out of 5 couples from our natural childbirth class have had their babies already! We are not one of those three! 2 of those 3 couples were do a week ahead of us and the other one shared our due date. Once all of the little ones have been born and there is some reasonable recovery time, we are planning a potluck get-together. I was excited to hear from and even more tickled at seeing the pictures that they sent over. Then, emotions being what they are at this point, I was a little more than sad that our sweetie hasn't arrived just yet. 1001 "what-ifs" raced through my mind faster than I could even voice all of them.<div><br /></div><div>I tried to keep myself busy: there were phone calls to my family, you tube distractions, shopping and browsing a local farm stand, trip to the gym pool, a movie, reading, board games, a book store run and watching Baby Girl Milette continue to find space to dance around. Still my mind wandered back to : Is it today? what about now? Is that a <b>REAL</b> contraction? Greg was fabulously calm. He helped me to find distractions, answered my questions in a reassuring and confident way, helped me into whatever position I thought would be comfortable and spent a fair amount of time talking to her. I love when he talks to her, it just makes me melt.</div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of melting, the weekend was disgustingly hot and humid so that probably did not help my restlessness. Today is warm but with no humidity and breezy. The breeze feels amazing and I have been appreciating it all day. I am, at this point, still pregnant. I am ready, a bit anxious ,and hoping she is ready to join us soon.</div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-68604082845827123052010-07-23T12:10:00.000-07:002010-07-23T12:28:55.449-07:00you got yourself a date!The midwife joked around that I could have the baby tomorrow because she is on call at the hospital where we are planning to deliver and that I could just stop by. Sounds like a plan to me. Oh, except for the actual labor and delivery part which is still terrifying. <div><br /></div><div>Anyway not much else to report. Lost a pound since last week. Baby's heart rate is still loud and strong and we can still hear good acceleration during movement. Currently not in labor though she did say that Baby Girl Milette's head is nice and low. </div><div><br /></div><div>So we sit and wait. And take a nap. </div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-17169110259644397402010-07-21T06:04:00.000-07:002010-07-21T06:06:39.005-07:00Countdown is in single digits?!?!Four days until the estimated due date? Deep breath in, slow breath out. Repeat.tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-33663471084502982932010-07-18T05:36:00.000-07:002010-07-18T05:44:48.627-07:00The baby's name is....Ok I am really not telling. My family is slightly obsessed with the game "Guess the baby's name". I told Greg this morning that I am about ready to say yes to everything they suggest. And alternate that with other random words, like "el sacapuntas" and whatever other nonsense comes into my mind at the time. In addition to endless rounds of "guess the name" they are also obsessively playing "guess the birthday" and "guess the weight". I know everyone is excited to meet her and most days I am glad for the enthusiasm but sometimes when we are all together and everyone is shouting out names or birthdays its a little annoying. And not to mention the fact that I don't have control over when she will actually be born!<div><br /></div><div>Today is 39 weeks gestation, which is amazing. Anytime now is good for me, little one. Everything was okay on Friday at the midwife appointment and I even managed to gain a little weight. She went over when to call the office and checked to make sure everything was ready. She also told me I needed to make appointments for week 40 and week 41. The appointment for week 41 falls on our five year anniversary. I really would hope to not be pregnant then, but again it is not in my control.</div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-75822608043519468792010-07-14T05:50:00.000-07:002010-07-14T05:57:33.152-07:00Sigh of reliefBaby Girl Milette is happy as a clam and doing just fine. She has enough amniotic fluid for the time being. Her heart was beating like crazy and we could see her chest rapidly rising as she practices breathing. She is also apparently head down and face down so we could not see her sweet little face via ultrasound. That's okay though because I am sure that we will see it soon enough. They estimated her weight to be 6lbs 150z which is average size. <div><br /></div><div>So for now, I am glad that everything looked okay. I am anxiously awaiting her arrival and trying to keep the panic to a dull roar. </div><div><br /></div><div>Stay tuned!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-29013431541525441762010-07-13T05:53:00.000-07:002010-07-13T06:12:27.878-07:00My baby knows how to be born...... she just has not done it yet! Also, my body knows how to give birth. It already knows. It knows as much as my mother's and grandmother's and great grandmother's bodies knew. (These gems of wisdom are from <a href="http://www.wellpregnancy.com/">Julie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bril</span></a>l, Now if I can just get the mind to relax a bit....<div><br /></div><div>In addition to it being amazingly uncomfortable due to heat, humidity and a full term pregnancy; the last few days have been also filled with anxiety. There is of course the normal end of pregnancy "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OHMYGODIHAVE</span> TO <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">DELIVERTHEBABY</span> but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">IHAVENOIDEAHOWTODOIT</span>! daily freak out. Then there is the added anxiety of finding out Friday afternoon that I need to have an ultrasound. The midwife wants to make sure that the baby has enough amniotic fluid. </div><div><br /></div><div>Even though I am measuring where I should be, I haven't gained any real weight since the mid-late May. Even though the baby's heart rate sounds great on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Doppler</span> monitor in the office, they want to make sure. Make sure that everything is okay. She says the baby is a little small for this point in gestation, but they are guessing at the baby's weight from the outside, so it is not terribly accurate and I am trying not to focus on it. </div><div><br /></div><div>While she says that she thinks everything will be fine and that is just a precautionary measure, I am not at ease. I paced the floors last night when I should have been sleeping. I did <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Internet</span> research which basically only serves as fuel to paranoia. I have tried to distract myself with random activities but I think at this point, I need to hear that it is going to be okay and I desperately need to meet Baby Girl <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Milette</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>It seems like my efforts with the iron supplement are making a small difference as my iron levels did go up slightly. So that is some good news.</div><div><br /></div><div>The ultra sound is later this afternoon. I need to stay busy. I think I will start by taking a shower and a trip to library. And taking several deep breaths....</div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-77508189641867648902010-07-06T07:07:00.000-07:002010-07-06T07:11:00.319-07:00too hotIt is way to hot to be 9 months pregnant. It just is. Ideas for staying cool:<div><br /></div><div>Bookstore before lunch</div><div>Cool salad for lunch</div><div>"swimming" at the gym in the afternoon</div><div>visiting my moms tomorrow</div><div>buying tons of books at the bookstore and camping out in the bedroom with the AC<br />covering the mattress with ice cubes and rolling on them</div><div>visiting some sort of museum this week</div><div>eating too many popsicles and too much vegan ice cream</div><div>frequent showers</div><div><br /></div><div>other ideas are welcome...</div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-26878923001857289112010-07-03T05:42:00.000-07:002010-07-03T05:53:28.189-07:00Not exactly the advice you give to everyoneAt the end of the appointment with the midwife yesterday, she said " Go home. Get Fat! Come back fatter next week". I imagine that not too many people have been told that by a medical care provider. I haven't LOST any weight, but I also haven't gained more than a pound in the last 7 or so weeks. <div><br /></div><div>My blood pressure was on the low side but since I was feeling okay, she wasn't too concerned. When the nurse suggested that the midwife recheck it to make sure, the midwife said that it is just me being me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Baby Girl <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Milette's</span> heartbeat was strong, in the 140-150 range</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, we also talked about upcoming appointments, went over our birth plan "sketch", turned in my health care proxy forms. All in all, she wants to see me gain more weight before the baby comes ( which is SOON) but otherwise everything looks good.</div><div><br /></div><div>Earlier this week, I tried to cut out the anti-vomiting medication yet again. And yet again, I was back to puking fluids at 4 am! Not exactly what I would call fun times. With the heat being sometimes oppressive, I need to stay hydrated so, um, puking fluids is not really a good choice. The midwife suggested cutting the tablets to try to wean myself off more slowly or a lower dose. Perhaps before my next appointment, I will have some luck with cutting the pills. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and in case you were wondering, I feel like Baby Girl <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Milette</span> is EVERYWHERE, she has officially taken over my whole body. </div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-88392259838545746842010-06-29T13:25:00.000-07:002010-06-29T13:29:18.109-07:00UPDATE on previous postSo I bought a maternity bathing suit. Finally. I was at the store looking for something else when I noticed it. They had one, and only one left and it was my size and on clearance. So, throwing caution to the wind, I took it home put it on and went to the pool at our gym with my lovely husband. In a word, fabulous!!!!<br /><br /><div>The water wasn't too cold so I could float around and I utilized the kickboard. The suit fit well and stayed where it was supposed to. For the first time in probably 6 weeks, I did not feel my back ache, I did not feel the weight of my stomach or any downward pressure. I even got a few kicks of cheering encouragement from Baby Girl Milette.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fabulous!</div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574915957248658242.post-28693129325041572182010-06-29T06:25:00.000-07:002010-06-29T07:05:38.964-07:0026 Days until the due date??!?!?!Seriously??!?! I am not going dwell on the speed of time, again.<div><br /></div><div>Anyways, yesterday was the first day of maternity leave/summer vacation. In a fit of determination, I set off the beach. By myself. One of my colleagues had recommended a beach that I had never been to. So off I went with my lunch, my blankies, tons of water, and a few other props to keep myself comfortable.</div><div><br /></div><div>I should first mention that I do not own a maternity bathing suit. And I refused to be on the beach bare belly. So I wore a bikini top from many summers ago, a loose fitting tank top, bottoms from yet another bathing suit from many summers ago and some gym shorts. None of these items matched any of the other items, so I was quite the sight.</div><div><br /></div><div>So after a longer than anticipated ride to get there, I made it. It was already nearly 90 degrees in the parking lot around 9 am. All I wanted to do was plunge in the water, which is extremely out of character for me, but I have been extremely hot recently. Anyway, first a stop to use the bathroom, then I lugged my gear out of the trunk. Staring at me was a daunting flight or two of stairs that I had to go up to get to the beach. So up the stairs and the hill I trudged, only to find more stairs on the other side. I dropped my stuff and ran breathless into the water, which was a chilly 57 degrees. Sounds like exactly what I needed with being so hot right?</div><div><br /></div><div>Well Baby Girl Milette disagreed, loudly and a strongly. As soon as I made it in to my hips (or the region formerly known as my hips) it was contraction city. So I took the hint and got out, after splashing some water on my upper half. I set up the camp and went for a walk, crossing over to a sand bar. I tried to go in again because the water was warmer and once again, 2 contractions back to back.</div><div><br /></div><div>I tried to rest on the blankie but couldn't find a comfortable position. Then it was uphill and upstairs to the bathroom. After 20 minutes there and back, I went into the water, being careful to avoid the baby zone. I went for another walk in the opposite direction and tried to sit on the balnkie to do some people watching but once again couldn't get comfortable. I decided that it was time for lunch and couldn't wait any longer to dig into my tabbouleh salad. Imagine then my dismay when I learned that I had not brought a fork with me. As I was bemoaning that situation, I realized the tide was coming in and my camp was in danger of being taken over by the next wave. So I moved everything up beach. </div><div><br /></div><div>After yet another hip high adventure into the water, I decided I would go back up the hill and up the stairs to get a fork from the concession stand. I arrived out of breath and practically panting. The 16 year old who was working informed me that forks were for customers only. I promised to buy something later and patiently explained my situation. Thankfully, he gave me the fork and said I did not need to buy anything. Back to the blanket to realize that I have already consumed more than 50oz of water and that I am now out of water ( that I could have bought at the concession stand!) I ate my salad, splashed in the water a few more times and decided that it was time to go. </div><div><br /></div><div>Back up hill and upstairs with all my gear, a pit stop in the changing room, a dollar in the vending machine for water and to the vehicle. The beach was absolutely gorgeous and I was sad that I couldn't spend more time there enjoying it. I welcomed the blast of AC and drove away, feeling like I had worked really hard when I was planning a relaxing day. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here is what I learned:</div><div><ol><li>Maybe a maternity bathing suit would have been a good investment after all</li><li>Baby GIrl Milette does not like cold water</li><li>A spouse/girlfriend/companion would have made things easier</li><li>When planning a beach trip while pregnant, understand where the bathrooms are in relation to where the beach actually is</li><li>Bring a fork, always</li><li>Bring way more water than you normally would</li></ol><br /></div><div>Fun times!!</div><div><br /></div>tgmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04392686567818581399noreply@blogger.com0