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. ^_^
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Backhanded by the Third Trimester
I'm sorry....what??
3rd trimester??
Already??
It can't be!
I'm not ready for this!!!
Didn't I just get a positive pregnancy test like a week ago?
Noo, more like months ago. Time is going by much too quickly for my liking, right now.
Yes, we are, apparently, in the final trimester of pregnancy.
It really does feel like the 3rd trimester has, pretty much, just slapped me in the face. All I want to do is sleep and eat.
Since my last post, a lot has happened. Or at least it feels like it.
We've dealt with new life. We've dealt with death. We've dealt with birthdays. We've dealt with road trips, heart break, ice storms, cankles, 'cabbage patch doll' like feet, calves the size of...well...lets not talk about how big they got during a 27 hour car ride. There were tears, and maybe some laughs just because I was so blasted exhausted, and perplexed.
About 3 weeks ago, we found out Grandpa was really sick. He was acting very out of character, being combative with the staff of the rehab center he lived in. He was refusing his meds, refusing his food, and running the hallways naked...VERY out of character for this sweet, loving, gentle man.
They told us his kidneys were failing, his blood sugar was critically high, his intestines were dying. The list when on. By that Friday he hadn't improved any at all. He was in a Critical Care Unit in Martinsville, VA. He was heavily sedated, because he kept ripping his IV's out. He was on a respirator because his breathing was so labored. He was on dialysis to try and give his kidneys a chance. By that Sunday, his liver was also failing. He passed away the following Saturday, after we decided to remove all life sustaining treatment. More on this in a different post. I was okay when we first heard about his death, but now if I try to write about any of it, I will cry...again. So, later.
The Friday afternoon that Grandpa started dialysis, Deborah and I decided we were going to make the 1700 mile drive to see him one last time and say our goodbyes. We were on the road by 9:00 PM. The ride out went rather smoothly. I wasn't uncomfortable in the car...much, anyway. We made the dizzying trip down Virginia highways, making it to our hotel in the wee hours of Saturday morning.
We checked in, and carried all our stuff to our room. I peeled my my socks and pants, and discovered that my feet, ankles, legs, and knees were not my own. Shocked and perplexed I asked Deb if I was seeing things or if my legs really were twice their normal size. They were indeed. Fluid filled, swollen, purple, tingly nightmare.
With my other two pregnancies, I never had any swelling. At all. The nurses in labor and delivery joked that they were going to take pictures of my ankles because they were so beautiful.
I know, all pregnancies are different. But still, I was startled....and terrified.
When we went to visit Grandma in the rehab center, one of the nurses checked my blood pressure. It was super high compared to my normal, but not dangerously high. (More on the visit with Grandma later...again, I'm not emotionally stable right now.)
By the time we got home, early the next Thursday morning, my blood pressure was back to normal. My feet and legs, however, kept their swollen state for a few days. They're fine now as long as I don't wear shoes for more than like 3 hours.
My footwear of choice are my pink and white stripped flip flop slippers. It will probably stay that way for the next 3 months...or so.
Anyway, the 3rd trimester is here. Baby shower plans are in full swing. All I want to do is eat and sleep, previously mentioned, I believe. The numbers on the scale are climbing. My belly button has officially popped out.
I guess my theory of the baby being ready to come out when the belly button pops is now invalid. Bummer.
Isaiah asked me why it's taking so long for the baby to come out. He wants to hold her. : )
Jayme says we're going to call her Melon. I said we'll have to wait and see how big her head is first.
We have a check up on Wednesday. I'm curious to know if I passed my glucose test. I'm nervous about it this time, for some reason.
My wedding ring is stored safely in it's box because it no longer fits. My engagement ring still fits...only because it has a thinner band than the wedding ring. Plus, my hand feels kinda naked without it.
Here are some pictures documenting the growth of The Belly. ; )
3rd trimester??
Already??
It can't be!
I'm not ready for this!!!
Didn't I just get a positive pregnancy test like a week ago?
Noo, more like months ago. Time is going by much too quickly for my liking, right now.
Yes, we are, apparently, in the final trimester of pregnancy.
It really does feel like the 3rd trimester has, pretty much, just slapped me in the face. All I want to do is sleep and eat.
Since my last post, a lot has happened. Or at least it feels like it.
We've dealt with new life. We've dealt with death. We've dealt with birthdays. We've dealt with road trips, heart break, ice storms, cankles, 'cabbage patch doll' like feet, calves the size of...well...lets not talk about how big they got during a 27 hour car ride. There were tears, and maybe some laughs just because I was so blasted exhausted, and perplexed.
About 3 weeks ago, we found out Grandpa was really sick. He was acting very out of character, being combative with the staff of the rehab center he lived in. He was refusing his meds, refusing his food, and running the hallways naked...VERY out of character for this sweet, loving, gentle man.
They told us his kidneys were failing, his blood sugar was critically high, his intestines were dying. The list when on. By that Friday he hadn't improved any at all. He was in a Critical Care Unit in Martinsville, VA. He was heavily sedated, because he kept ripping his IV's out. He was on a respirator because his breathing was so labored. He was on dialysis to try and give his kidneys a chance. By that Sunday, his liver was also failing. He passed away the following Saturday, after we decided to remove all life sustaining treatment. More on this in a different post. I was okay when we first heard about his death, but now if I try to write about any of it, I will cry...again. So, later.
The Friday afternoon that Grandpa started dialysis, Deborah and I decided we were going to make the 1700 mile drive to see him one last time and say our goodbyes. We were on the road by 9:00 PM. The ride out went rather smoothly. I wasn't uncomfortable in the car...much, anyway. We made the dizzying trip down Virginia highways, making it to our hotel in the wee hours of Saturday morning.
We checked in, and carried all our stuff to our room. I peeled my my socks and pants, and discovered that my feet, ankles, legs, and knees were not my own. Shocked and perplexed I asked Deb if I was seeing things or if my legs really were twice their normal size. They were indeed. Fluid filled, swollen, purple, tingly nightmare.
With my other two pregnancies, I never had any swelling. At all. The nurses in labor and delivery joked that they were going to take pictures of my ankles because they were so beautiful.
I know, all pregnancies are different. But still, I was startled....and terrified.
When we went to visit Grandma in the rehab center, one of the nurses checked my blood pressure. It was super high compared to my normal, but not dangerously high. (More on the visit with Grandma later...again, I'm not emotionally stable right now.)
By the time we got home, early the next Thursday morning, my blood pressure was back to normal. My feet and legs, however, kept their swollen state for a few days. They're fine now as long as I don't wear shoes for more than like 3 hours.
My footwear of choice are my pink and white stripped flip flop slippers. It will probably stay that way for the next 3 months...or so.
Anyway, the 3rd trimester is here. Baby shower plans are in full swing. All I want to do is eat and sleep, previously mentioned, I believe. The numbers on the scale are climbing. My belly button has officially popped out.
I guess my theory of the baby being ready to come out when the belly button pops is now invalid. Bummer.
Isaiah asked me why it's taking so long for the baby to come out. He wants to hold her. : )
Jayme says we're going to call her Melon. I said we'll have to wait and see how big her head is first.
We have a check up on Wednesday. I'm curious to know if I passed my glucose test. I'm nervous about it this time, for some reason.
My wedding ring is stored safely in it's box because it no longer fits. My engagement ring still fits...only because it has a thinner band than the wedding ring. Plus, my hand feels kinda naked without it.
Here are some pictures documenting the growth of The Belly. ; )
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| 27 Weeks |
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| 28 Weeks. (I feel like a cow, this week) |
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
A Baby Update & A Few Funnies
A Baby Update
We had a baby check up, today! She is growing well, apparently, due to a very substantial placenta. My midwife, Laurie, says the reason Madalynne is measuring big is because she has a super great blood supply.
She said that most women either have a posterior placenta, or an anterior placenta. Mine is both. She said it's measuring well within acceptable ranges, so to not worry.
I was unreasonably excited about this news. I don't know why.
Even though I nearly stroke out every time I weigh myself, my weight gain is right on track...so they say.
3 weeks from today, the 3rd Trimester will begin. I can't believe it! This pregnancy is going by rather quickly, and I'm not sure that I'm okay with it. Regardless of all the pregnancy aches and pains, I truly love being pregnant. Nothing strikes my fancy quite like having a tiny human perform his or her acrobatics in my womb. I know...it's a bit sappy. And by 37 weeks, I'm DONE! But we're in that super happy 'baby moves all the time, responding to voices and sounds' phase. I LOVE IT!
Speaking of aches and pains...I've been running this whole pregnancy. Mostly without any issues. Yesterday, I barely made it a 1/4 mile before my uterus was so pissed I had to stop and sit down. I nearly burst into tears. My running shoes have officially been retired until after this pregnancy is over. I'm a bit sad, but I know it's for the best. Goodbye for now, old friend. Yoga will have to do for now. Don't get me wrong. Yoga is pretty great, too. Running has just been my go to exercise/'stress reducer' for quite some time.
A Few Funnies
Jon stopped by on his way to work, yesterday, to pick up a few more tools he needed. He was getting ready to head out the door when Jayme yelled for him. "Dadddddy!!! Don't leave, yet! (and in her best singing voice) I neeeeed a kiiiiiiiss!" He followed her voice to the bathroom. She says "Not yet! Hold on! I'm pooping!!"
I almost want to apologize because so many of my stories involve pooping...but uh, they wouldn't be funny without the pooping.
I really thought I had a few more funny happenings to share, but my brain is rebelling once again. I'm quite sure there are more...maybe I'll think of them later.
We had a baby check up, today! She is growing well, apparently, due to a very substantial placenta. My midwife, Laurie, says the reason Madalynne is measuring big is because she has a super great blood supply.
She said that most women either have a posterior placenta, or an anterior placenta. Mine is both. She said it's measuring well within acceptable ranges, so to not worry.
I was unreasonably excited about this news. I don't know why.
Even though I nearly stroke out every time I weigh myself, my weight gain is right on track...so they say.
3 weeks from today, the 3rd Trimester will begin. I can't believe it! This pregnancy is going by rather quickly, and I'm not sure that I'm okay with it. Regardless of all the pregnancy aches and pains, I truly love being pregnant. Nothing strikes my fancy quite like having a tiny human perform his or her acrobatics in my womb. I know...it's a bit sappy. And by 37 weeks, I'm DONE! But we're in that super happy 'baby moves all the time, responding to voices and sounds' phase. I LOVE IT!
Speaking of aches and pains...I've been running this whole pregnancy. Mostly without any issues. Yesterday, I barely made it a 1/4 mile before my uterus was so pissed I had to stop and sit down. I nearly burst into tears. My running shoes have officially been retired until after this pregnancy is over. I'm a bit sad, but I know it's for the best. Goodbye for now, old friend. Yoga will have to do for now. Don't get me wrong. Yoga is pretty great, too. Running has just been my go to exercise/'stress reducer' for quite some time.
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| 25 Weeks |
A Few Funnies
Jon stopped by on his way to work, yesterday, to pick up a few more tools he needed. He was getting ready to head out the door when Jayme yelled for him. "Dadddddy!!! Don't leave, yet! (and in her best singing voice) I neeeeed a kiiiiiiiss!" He followed her voice to the bathroom. She says "Not yet! Hold on! I'm pooping!!"
I almost want to apologize because so many of my stories involve pooping...but uh, they wouldn't be funny without the pooping.
I really thought I had a few more funny happenings to share, but my brain is rebelling once again. I'm quite sure there are more...maybe I'll think of them later.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Some Baby Love
For those of you who missed the announcement via Facebook, Baby #3 is a girl!
Jayme was right about that one! ;) However, she was a little upset when she learned baby girl's name would not be Princess, but instead Madalynne Danielle. She says that Madalynne is too hard to say. We'll stay clear of the nickname 'Maddie'...it's much too close to nicknames of other family members. It's best to avoid any confusion. We shall see what nicknames stick when little miss makes her big entrance.
It's beginning to look like 'morning sickness' will just be a sporadic happening through this entire pregnancy. As long as I don't mix bananas and peanut butter, and as long as I don't eat raw tomatoes we're mostly okay.
Exhaustion is setting in again, even though we're still a few weeks away from the 3rd Trimester. I'd be super happy going to bed at 6:30 most nights. Daily nap time will start happening for this mama very very soon!
Last night was the first night I had a hard time getting comfortable. I guess it's time to bring out my pal, the body pillow. And I'm gonna have to start sleeping reclined soon....or just quit eating after 4:00 PM. Freaking heart burn.
My feet cramp if I'm on them too much, but can't say I blame them. Foot cramps suck. That is all.
One morning, a couple weeks ago, Isaiah tells me "Mom! Look! Your belly is growing up!!"
Thanks, kid. I hadn't noticed. ;)
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| 22 Weeks |
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| 23 Weeks |
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| 24 Weeks |
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| Madalynne - 24 Weeks |
In other news; I have a new nephew!! That's right! My pretty baby sister is a mama! On Saturday the 29th of December at 4:41 AM, sweet Zachary Parker made his grand entrance. He's quite the looker, and he has his Auntie wrapped around his tiny finger, already.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Half Time Show!!
Yes! We are half way there! Tiny Tot is measuring big for his/her gestational age. I kinda just hope they keep my due date the same so if the baby is born early it will seem like I was pregnant for a shorter amount of time. If that doesn't make sense to you, you probably haven't had a baby. ; ) Just kidding...nothing going on in my mind makes sense to me, so I doubt it will to anybody else.
I had my first bout of restless leg syndrome. Obnoxious. I've been exercising like crazy, so hopefully that will keep it under control.
On the mornings when I eat a super nutritious breakfast, some how seem to be the same mornings when morning sickness makes it's re-appearance. Lame sauce.
Our gender reveal ultrasound was last week, but the gender shall remain unknown until Christmas.
The belly continues to grow, although maternity clothes still just look retarded. Also obnoxious.
As sit here on the couch writing this, I've come to the realization that there is a sippy cup balanced oh so delicately on my belly. Thanks, Jayme.
We haven't talked at all about the kids being there when the baby is born, nor do I desire to have them witness that at such a young age. Anyway...Isaiah tells me the other day "I don't want to be there when you push the baby out. It would make my ears bleed."
We've decided on a boy name and a girl name. Finally. I know we still have plenty of time, but it just seems more real when there is a name picked out.
Vitamin E oil has been a savior when it comes to all that itchiness. I'm pretty sure I use half a cup of lotion on The Bump every night.
Here are some pictures of the baby and belly.
Stay tuned...the gender will be announced in less than 2 weeks!!
I had my first bout of restless leg syndrome. Obnoxious. I've been exercising like crazy, so hopefully that will keep it under control.
On the mornings when I eat a super nutritious breakfast, some how seem to be the same mornings when morning sickness makes it's re-appearance. Lame sauce.
Our gender reveal ultrasound was last week, but the gender shall remain unknown until Christmas.
The belly continues to grow, although maternity clothes still just look retarded. Also obnoxious.
As sit here on the couch writing this, I've come to the realization that there is a sippy cup balanced oh so delicately on my belly. Thanks, Jayme.
We haven't talked at all about the kids being there when the baby is born, nor do I desire to have them witness that at such a young age. Anyway...Isaiah tells me the other day "I don't want to be there when you push the baby out. It would make my ears bleed."
We've decided on a boy name and a girl name. Finally. I know we still have plenty of time, but it just seems more real when there is a name picked out.
Vitamin E oil has been a savior when it comes to all that itchiness. I'm pretty sure I use half a cup of lotion on The Bump every night.
Here are some pictures of the baby and belly.
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| 19 weeks |
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| 20 weeks |
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| Tiny Tot 20 weeks |
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| 21 weeks |
Stay tuned...the gender will be announced in less than 2 weeks!!
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