While explaining to my midwife why walking, sitting, driving, moving, and of course, trying very carefully to get on the exam table was so immensely painful, she made a few concerned noises, and a few 'why in the world would you do that???' faces.
After the exam she told me she's pretty sure I dislocated my pelvis.
I'm sorry. What???
Well that sure explains a lot.
No freaking wonder I want to saw off the lower half of my body.
I knew all this swelling, bruising and down right excruciating pain couldn't be normal. They say you forget all the pregnancy pains and what not after the baby is born, but I'm beyond sure THIS pain didn't happen during my other pregnancies.
I mean...I think I'll be fine for labor and delivery, but can I have that epidural for the remainder of my pregnancy?? PLEASE?!?!
If narcotics were a wise choice....well, I'd be all over that one. But they aren't, so here we sit. In pain...or discomfortableness (whatever). Debating on wither I should take a heat pack, or an ice pack to bed.
Sweet cheeses.
My so sweet midwife suggested I try a massage, and if that doesn't help put things back where they should be, I should go see a chiropractor. And for the love of all things, no heavy lifting (including housework), lots of mild stretching, plenty of rest, and Tylenol if needed. Well crap. Two children, 5 and under, and I'm supposed to take it easy? Shoulda been a comedian. Heh.
You mean to tell me, that the last 2 months of pregnancy aren't going to be a living hell?? There's relief for this nonsense? Yeeeah, buddy!!
So, Saturday I have a massage scheduled. I'm beyond excited....not that I have such a painful reason to receive a massage. But excited that my sore tired body has some relief in the near future. At least temporary relief.
Otherwise, Madalynne is doing great! She's head down, still, with her back to my left side and her feet jabbed into my right ribs.
When she stretches out, we can distinctively distinguish the length of her oh so tiny feet. Makes my heart happy. And her feet are ticklish...that or she just really hates them being touched.
She moves the most when I'm doing dishes. Favorite. :)
I was lucky enough to be able to do a little shopping, today. I'm much more comfortable (and okay with being pregnant for, quite possibly, 2 more months) with some clothes that fit better. So so lovely.
And, I'm pretty sure I might be breaking out the flip flops for spring!!
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Are We There Yet?
For some reason, the third trimester of this third pregnancy has proven itself very...'discomfortable.' Or for all those pessimist out there...down right painful. And this past week has presented it's very own set of challenges. Between heartburn, restless legs, cramps, returned nausea, and just general discomfort from my uh...expanding girth, well, I'm exhausted. I don't know how these women who have like 53 (slight exaggeration) kids handle the last trimester. Feeling worn out and tired, I was beginning to wonder how I was going to make it through the rest of this pregnancy without losing my mind.
Then Friday night happened. And now, I have no idea how we're going to make it through with any shred of sanity left.
Jayme comes out of the bathroom and says "Mom, the toilet overflowed all by itself!!" Oooh, ALL by itself? Right. So, I went to investigate the damage.
And lets note that Jon was not yet home from work.
From the hallway, I could tell the carpet was wet. As I got closer, I heard dripping noises. Upon turning the corner I saw that the ENTIRE bathroom was an inch deep with water, it was leaking into the hallway and down the heater vent. Sigh. After using EVERY SINGLE towel in the house, and some blankets to soak up what I could, I put them all in a 20 gallon tub we use for Jayme's toys. I then decided to carry said tub to the washing machine. I was fine until I set it down. Something somewhere in my pelvis region, did this nauseating pop and snap thing. Blinding pain followed. I'm a little surprised I didn't just pass out.
After the initial shock of the pain wore off, I grabbed the mop to see what I could do about the rest of the water. You can't just leave standing water in the heating vents. Forgetting, of course, that we had a perfectly functional wet vac in the other bathroom. So 20 gallons of shoving the mop down the heater vents and ringing it out later, Jon is finally home, and my face has reached a whole new level of puffy/swollen from crying. Being the hero he is, he grabbed the wet vac, and finished cleaning up. Which might have made me cry a bit harder because I could have saved myself quite a bit of work...and pain if I had realized the wet vac was available.
Fail. Just fail.
So I grabbed a hot pack and fused my butt to my bed. By about 3 AM, I was too 'discomfortable' to sleep any longer. I tried sleeping on the couch. That didn't go well. At all. It's not nearly as painful this morning, as long as I don't move too fast, or try to put pants on by myself.
During Isaiah's birthday party, last night, I sat down next to my Dad for a minute. I was gonna get up but my body kinda just said no. I told Dad I'm insanely frustrated with my body. I'm suddenly incapable of things that I used to do, and that I NEED to do every day. It's making me a bit crazy. After the party, Peter, Deb, and Sara stayed to help Jon clean up the kitchen. I felt ridiculous not being able to clean my house without excruciating pain. I am, however, incredibly grateful for all the help we've received.
From all the research I've done, there isn't a whole lot I can do about it, until after the baby is born. Squatting helps ease the pain for a little bit. Sitting on my yoga ball helps a bit, too. But only for a little while. I'll take what I can get at this point.
The next few weeks are going to involve me waddling around, sitting in strange positions, with an ice pack or a hot pack pressed to 'undercarriage.'
Regardless of all the discomforts, aches, pains, and blah blah blah...I know Madalynne needs to 'cook' for eh...5 more weeks or so. Since my body isn't being quite as gracious as it was during other pregnancies, I'm a bit concerned she might try to come too early. We had to have a very serious talk with her about her not coming out until at least the 2nd of April,
Reasoning; 3 weeks early is okay...I mean, Jayme turned out alright, didn't she? (please hold all arguments...) Also, an April 1st baby? That's just mean. So April 2nd...or later. Please, body. Contain this child until then.
Now, we'd been sorta subconsciously planning for the 8th of April. Those of you that know me best, know why. But due to other circumstances, April 8th might not be the best day...not that I really want it actually planned. I'd like for my body to do this all on it's own. Please and Thank you.
Anyway...April 8th. A few months ago, a lady at a job site Jon visits frequently, handed him a job application. He brought it home, filled it out and sent it in. Then we waited. He eventually got an interview which lasted several hours and was spent with several different people he would be working with if he got the job. Then we waited some more. And waited and waited and well...waited. Between the holidays, and other things their company was dealing with it took awhile for them to get back to us. When he finally got a call back from their corporate people, they were more than thrilled with his application, experience, so on and so forth.
So, 2 weeks ago, he accepted the job offer to be the IT Manager for Eldorado Hotel and Spa in Santa Fe, making significantly more than he does now, with a much more predictable schedule.
I'm incredibly grateful for all the opportunities his current place of employment has provided him with. Without all the training and experience, this new opportunity wouldn't be available. I can't even begin to explain how incredibly proud I am of him! He works so hard to provide for us. I'm feeling particularly amazed at all the blessings that have come our way.
April 8th is his current start date. Assuming miss Madalynne doesn't make her grand entrance that day.
Then Friday night happened. And now, I have no idea how we're going to make it through with any shred of sanity left.
Jayme comes out of the bathroom and says "Mom, the toilet overflowed all by itself!!" Oooh, ALL by itself? Right. So, I went to investigate the damage.
And lets note that Jon was not yet home from work.
From the hallway, I could tell the carpet was wet. As I got closer, I heard dripping noises. Upon turning the corner I saw that the ENTIRE bathroom was an inch deep with water, it was leaking into the hallway and down the heater vent. Sigh. After using EVERY SINGLE towel in the house, and some blankets to soak up what I could, I put them all in a 20 gallon tub we use for Jayme's toys. I then decided to carry said tub to the washing machine. I was fine until I set it down. Something somewhere in my pelvis region, did this nauseating pop and snap thing. Blinding pain followed. I'm a little surprised I didn't just pass out.
After the initial shock of the pain wore off, I grabbed the mop to see what I could do about the rest of the water. You can't just leave standing water in the heating vents. Forgetting, of course, that we had a perfectly functional wet vac in the other bathroom. So 20 gallons of shoving the mop down the heater vents and ringing it out later, Jon is finally home, and my face has reached a whole new level of puffy/swollen from crying. Being the hero he is, he grabbed the wet vac, and finished cleaning up. Which might have made me cry a bit harder because I could have saved myself quite a bit of work...and pain if I had realized the wet vac was available.
Fail. Just fail.
So I grabbed a hot pack and fused my butt to my bed. By about 3 AM, I was too 'discomfortable' to sleep any longer. I tried sleeping on the couch. That didn't go well. At all. It's not nearly as painful this morning, as long as I don't move too fast, or try to put pants on by myself.
During Isaiah's birthday party, last night, I sat down next to my Dad for a minute. I was gonna get up but my body kinda just said no. I told Dad I'm insanely frustrated with my body. I'm suddenly incapable of things that I used to do, and that I NEED to do every day. It's making me a bit crazy. After the party, Peter, Deb, and Sara stayed to help Jon clean up the kitchen. I felt ridiculous not being able to clean my house without excruciating pain. I am, however, incredibly grateful for all the help we've received.
From all the research I've done, there isn't a whole lot I can do about it, until after the baby is born. Squatting helps ease the pain for a little bit. Sitting on my yoga ball helps a bit, too. But only for a little while. I'll take what I can get at this point.
The next few weeks are going to involve me waddling around, sitting in strange positions, with an ice pack or a hot pack pressed to 'undercarriage.'
Regardless of all the discomforts, aches, pains, and blah blah blah...I know Madalynne needs to 'cook' for eh...5 more weeks or so. Since my body isn't being quite as gracious as it was during other pregnancies, I'm a bit concerned she might try to come too early. We had to have a very serious talk with her about her not coming out until at least the 2nd of April,
Reasoning; 3 weeks early is okay...I mean, Jayme turned out alright, didn't she? (please hold all arguments...) Also, an April 1st baby? That's just mean. So April 2nd...or later. Please, body. Contain this child until then.
Now, we'd been sorta subconsciously planning for the 8th of April. Those of you that know me best, know why. But due to other circumstances, April 8th might not be the best day...not that I really want it actually planned. I'd like for my body to do this all on it's own. Please and Thank you.
Anyway...April 8th. A few months ago, a lady at a job site Jon visits frequently, handed him a job application. He brought it home, filled it out and sent it in. Then we waited. He eventually got an interview which lasted several hours and was spent with several different people he would be working with if he got the job. Then we waited some more. And waited and waited and well...waited. Between the holidays, and other things their company was dealing with it took awhile for them to get back to us. When he finally got a call back from their corporate people, they were more than thrilled with his application, experience, so on and so forth.
So, 2 weeks ago, he accepted the job offer to be the IT Manager for Eldorado Hotel and Spa in Santa Fe, making significantly more than he does now, with a much more predictable schedule.
I'm incredibly grateful for all the opportunities his current place of employment has provided him with. Without all the training and experience, this new opportunity wouldn't be available. I can't even begin to explain how incredibly proud I am of him! He works so hard to provide for us. I'm feeling particularly amazed at all the blessings that have come our way.
April 8th is his current start date. Assuming miss Madalynne doesn't make her grand entrance that day.
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| 31 Weeks |
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| 32 weeks |
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
The Big Three Zero
We've reached the big three zero, folks. 10 to 12 more weeks...at the very most!! before miss Madalynne makes her grand entrance. We're thinking (or perhaps, hoping) it'll be more like 7ish weeks until she's here.
We had a baby check up, today. She's growing well, although, the mama hasn't gained any weight since the last appointment. It certainly feels like I've gained about 75 pounds (all in my ankles) since the last appointment.
I mostly waddle, but only because it feels like someone took a jackhammer to my pelvis. (Sorry for the graphic description.) My belly button has reached a whole new level of strange. My legs are sprouting new spider veins. My ribs are protesting. And my lungs are ticked about their new constricted space. And...the nausea is back. The lovely Braxton Hicks contractions have a reached a state of painfulness. It makes me excited but anxious at the same time. If we can make it 6 more weeks, I'll relax a little. Stay put, little princess. You need to cook longer!!
Also, someone asked me if I'm sure I'm not having twins. I most certainly, am not. Thank you for your concern.
Just wait, my poor, swollen body. It gets worse.
The entire pregnancy has, suddenly, caught up with me. I've finally started associating all this discomfort with pregnancy. It's odd. And I'm tired. Like really tired. This morning, all I had to do to want a nap was take a shower and get dressed.
Just a small disclaimer; I truly love being pregnant. It is entirely amazing to me. But this week....I am just tired. Previously mentioned.
Isaiah asked if we could go to the zoo. Before I could respond, Jayme says "Uh no...because if we walk at the zoo Madalynne would FALL OUT!" She's kinda right....sorry, Isaiah.
Madalynne is head down. Woot!! Already ready for lift off...or something.
I had a dream, the other night, that I was in a birthing tub. I looked down and saw her little blonde haired blue eyed beautiful-ness staring at me with a look that said "Ookay, Mom...you can finish pushing me out now...like right now. Yeah, thanks." Then a couple nights later I dreamed that she was breech so they did a c-section. The pulled her out to discover that she was a he. He was screaming, but looked exactly like the baby in my first dream. But since she was a he, the Dr's stuck him back in, sewed me up and said "Oh, well just try for a girl tomorrow." Whaaaat the heck.
I've started going through baby girl newborn clothes. They're so adorable!! And I found some left over newborn diapers. So so tiny!!
This weekend, I plan to wash, fold, and organize baby clothes. Then maybe next weekend, we'll get the crib put together. I feel like it's time I should pack my hospital bag, but that's a few weeks off, I think.
In other news; I'm pretty sure Jayme is finished with diapers!! Sunday night, while we were getting ready for bed, she tells me "I don't want to wear a diaper, tonight." Huh...ookay. So we put a couple blankets under her to protect her mattress and called it good. She hasn't used a diaper since and she hasn't had any accidents! Sweeeeet!!
Isaiah has finished his preschool workbooks. His writing skills, and his math smarts are pretty much just amazing to me. He's reading simple words really well. Some tougher words, he's figuring out, too. He'll see words while we're out and about and ask me what they mean. It's encouraging that he's absorbing things that I'm teaching him. Some days, it feels so entirely unproductive and wasteful. Then he does something amazing and I realize that the consistence and persistence is paying off.
He is also quite the gentleman. This morning, we were getting ready to leave. I sent them out to the car while I grabbed a few things. When I went outside, Isaiah had opened my car door. So sweet. I'm having a bit of an emotional battle with the fact that he's turning 5 next week....and the fact that Jayme turned 3 last month. What the heck is happening to my babies? Stop it, kids! Just stop it!
That's all for now. It's past my bedtime. ^_^
We had a baby check up, today. She's growing well, although, the mama hasn't gained any weight since the last appointment. It certainly feels like I've gained about 75 pounds (all in my ankles) since the last appointment.
I mostly waddle, but only because it feels like someone took a jackhammer to my pelvis. (Sorry for the graphic description.) My belly button has reached a whole new level of strange. My legs are sprouting new spider veins. My ribs are protesting. And my lungs are ticked about their new constricted space. And...the nausea is back. The lovely Braxton Hicks contractions have a reached a state of painfulness. It makes me excited but anxious at the same time. If we can make it 6 more weeks, I'll relax a little. Stay put, little princess. You need to cook longer!!
Also, someone asked me if I'm sure I'm not having twins. I most certainly, am not. Thank you for your concern.
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| 30 weeks |
The entire pregnancy has, suddenly, caught up with me. I've finally started associating all this discomfort with pregnancy. It's odd. And I'm tired. Like really tired. This morning, all I had to do to want a nap was take a shower and get dressed.
Just a small disclaimer; I truly love being pregnant. It is entirely amazing to me. But this week....I am just tired. Previously mentioned.
Isaiah asked if we could go to the zoo. Before I could respond, Jayme says "Uh no...because if we walk at the zoo Madalynne would FALL OUT!" She's kinda right....sorry, Isaiah.
Madalynne is head down. Woot!! Already ready for lift off...or something.
I had a dream, the other night, that I was in a birthing tub. I looked down and saw her little blonde haired blue eyed beautiful-ness staring at me with a look that said "Ookay, Mom...you can finish pushing me out now...like right now. Yeah, thanks." Then a couple nights later I dreamed that she was breech so they did a c-section. The pulled her out to discover that she was a he. He was screaming, but looked exactly like the baby in my first dream. But since she was a he, the Dr's stuck him back in, sewed me up and said "Oh, well just try for a girl tomorrow." Whaaaat the heck.
I've started going through baby girl newborn clothes. They're so adorable!! And I found some left over newborn diapers. So so tiny!!
This weekend, I plan to wash, fold, and organize baby clothes. Then maybe next weekend, we'll get the crib put together. I feel like it's time I should pack my hospital bag, but that's a few weeks off, I think.
In other news; I'm pretty sure Jayme is finished with diapers!! Sunday night, while we were getting ready for bed, she tells me "I don't want to wear a diaper, tonight." Huh...ookay. So we put a couple blankets under her to protect her mattress and called it good. She hasn't used a diaper since and she hasn't had any accidents! Sweeeeet!!
Isaiah has finished his preschool workbooks. His writing skills, and his math smarts are pretty much just amazing to me. He's reading simple words really well. Some tougher words, he's figuring out, too. He'll see words while we're out and about and ask me what they mean. It's encouraging that he's absorbing things that I'm teaching him. Some days, it feels so entirely unproductive and wasteful. Then he does something amazing and I realize that the consistence and persistence is paying off.
He is also quite the gentleman. This morning, we were getting ready to leave. I sent them out to the car while I grabbed a few things. When I went outside, Isaiah had opened my car door. So sweet. I'm having a bit of an emotional battle with the fact that he's turning 5 next week....and the fact that Jayme turned 3 last month. What the heck is happening to my babies? Stop it, kids! Just stop it!
That's all for now. It's past my bedtime. ^_^
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