never ceases to amaze me

Okay, so first of all, I was pretty pissed off this past weekend because the d-man went to visit friends. I had to work on Saturday, so I couldn't go. I did spend much time cleaning and was realizing that I do much of that around here. This of course, made me angry...then I started thinking about how d-man was seemingly, at least to me, going away on weekends (well, 2) and having fun while I had to stay here and work or do baby things. So, yes, I was seriously jealous, but also had to have a talk about the cleaning thing. I really do like my job, so I understand the issues, it just sucks if he wants to go away, especially if he wants to go with his friends...out. Now, I don't need to drink to have fun, but I can't hang lately, unless I can lean back. ugh. So, we had a discussion....I think that things will be good, unless d-man wants to go away again...not sure how I will react to that one.

Anyway, on his trip, he saw some friends, mainly friends of his best friend, but close enough where they came to our wedding. He was able to see two new-ish babies, too! One of the babies' parents, he found out did IVF. It is now getting seriously common, or I am now noticing, I guess. I mean, this is a couple our age, not in their 40s or whatever....their issues had nothing to do with waiting too long. I mean, have people had these issues forever? Are we now more infertile as a whole because of hormones in milk or something else? Well, whatever the reason, I feel almost comforted to know it's not just us. It was siblings of friends, and neighbors of relatives, and now it's people I work with, friends, people I went to school with. I am not saying I am happy that so many people struggle with this, in fact, it's not a good thing, but I don't feel as alone about the whole thing. Don't get me wrong, it still sucks, but it is NOT abnormal.

Update on the actual pregnancy...well, not much to report. I think I am supposed to be counting movements now, which of course makes me nervous that she's not moving enough. I think she is but I always worry. Shouldn't she be moving more? OH, I don't know...doc next week. I'll see what he says.

still hanging in there...

If it's possible to grow exponentially overnight in the belly area, I think I did it. Plus, I seemed to have put on 3 pounds since yesterday. Of course, that happened last week and went away. I think I obsess about the weight thing, because I'll bet I go down again tomorrow.

So, things are progressing...obviously getting bigger but thankfully my issues have stayed the same...the rib thing, which I will bring up every time I write, and damn I pee all the time. But that's been my life for 34 years, so I guess I'm used to it. The big issue now is all of the research that me and d-man have been reading about the vitamins I am or was taking. So vitamin D is good, or bad, but now good. Folic acid is apparently in everything we eat, plus all vitamins and guess what...causes cancer. Awesome. So, hopefully I have not screwed myself or my daughter.

There is so much crap to worry about. I feel like it's much worse now... I mean plastics are now horrible to heat up and cause cancer. The coloring in soda now causes cancer. Cell phones F up our brains. I'm not even gonna mention the texting. I suppose I can let the d-man continue to worry about it for now.

So, we got a tour of the maternity unit at our latest class. I have to admit I was pleasantly surprised at it. I don't know, I figured that since much of the hospital is old and on the crappy side, it would be too. Not so. There was even a room for staff that was a suite. IF no other staff or family of staff have a baby when I do, we score. Of course if my FIL is the only anesthesiologist on when I have the baby, the epidural should be interesting. Lots of surprises...along with the whole labor and pain and blood and all that shit. Well, I've always thought of myself as tough. Guess we'll see....

Third trimester, holy shit!

So, it's official. According to my doctor, I am at 27 weeks as of yesterday, which by most of what I have been reading is the beginning of the third trimester. I feel like this has been the longest six months of my life...or almost 12 months, whatever. I mean I feel like we have so much to do since we have been putting things off....like getting a pediatrician, and figuring out how to friggin breast feed. But, that's okay. Three months is enough time. I hope.

Okay, the excitement this week, other than the pain and the visit to the doctor, which has gone away, was our first labor and delivery class. We are enrolled for three Thursdays. AND, we are the only couple in the class. There were two nursing students there, too, but other than that, just us. It was good. I was surprised at how, um, natural, or non-medical, it was. She was explaining (or pushing, I couldn't tell) natural labor without drugs. It was basic what happens when you go into labor stuff, but very down to earth. Next week we get a tour of the maternity ward...and we talk drugs. Should be fun!

So, the physical update is that although I wanted to gain three lbs in four weeks, it's looking like four. ugh....I suck, but it's okay. I was off the gym with the abdominal pain. Next week will be good, I swear. I feel huge, and I'm not hiding anything anymore, that's for sure. I'm still kind of pissed off that the ribs get smushed since I could totally hang if THAT felt okay. Ah, well, I'll get it back in three months.

Happy Valentine's Day, doc!

Okay, so today is v-day, which isn't that exciting, but today has been! I had a visit to the doctor that was unexpected. This wasn't because I wanted to say hi to him, but rather because somethings up, maybe, possibly...

We spent Saturday afternoon and night with some friends and we stayed overnight in Philly. I slept horribly on a double bed with the d-man and small pillows (not the crazy preggers pillow that I have graduated to). We went to breakfast and on the walk home I started getting achy pains on my abdomen but didn't think much of it. We ran some errands, finally ordered our expensive glider, and then went home to chill out. My achy pains started to get pretty bad.

I assumed it was what I have researched as round ligament pain. It was in that location, but it was pretty constant as opposed to the sudden shooting pain that seemed to be more common with that. Well, I decided that a yoga dvd would help...nope. Then the d-man actually drew a bath for me. That was awesome, even though I made him clean the tub first and it isn't exactly a soaking tub...probably way too hot for the baby, but I felt good while I was in there. Of course, the minute I got out it came back....was pretty bad when I went to bed, but the 4 times I went to the bathroom, I was okay, just moving gingerly...on purpose.

It was better but still there so I called the doctor this morning. He said to come in this afternoon, though he doesn't think it's anything. So, I did. He said that obstetrically, all is well (which is what I was afraid of..pre term labor or something). He said that if I feel worse to call him and he could send me for an ultrasound to see if something was wrong with my right ovary (it's on the right side), or if he'll check if it's something else, like appendicitis or something. SO, I am to call if it gets worse or I get scared that it isn't getting better. I like the doc...so I have no problem doing that.

The good thing is, d-man and I get to go to the peanut butter restaurant (yes, really) that we wanted to go to tonight. Funky peanut butter sandwiches..affordable. We are so romantic. Well, d-man gave me an awesome bath WITH candles, so I guess he is ;)

SO....hopefully, the pain will subside. I'll keep you posted.

Pain and ohm.....

So, first of all, I am reclining right now, not looking forward to going to my sister-in-laws, not because I don't wan t to have dinner with them, exactly, but because I'll have to sit in a chair. I went out with a friend on Tuesday and it was good up until the check came. Oh my god, my back ribs were on fire and they are getting there now. I REALIZE there isn't much room in there, and I don't have a looooong torso, but this sucks. I always thought I'd be able to go out and hang when I was preggers, as long as I didn't have high BP or something crazy. I figured later on, the back would hurt and I'd get tired, but this I hadn't heard of. So, my intestines are getting shoved up there and that only works for so long until the pain hits.

At work, I can sort of lean back in my chair and it actually feels okay...I've figured that out, but the books all say to stand up straight or sit up straight. That totally doesn't work for me. Only in a reclining position can I stretch my torso out. I'm not going to show weakness!!!! not yet.

I went to yoga last night and I thought it would alleviate some of this. Well, no, but it rocked. I haven't been to an actual class in years so it was great. It was actually difficult. I figured prenatal yoga would be easy stretches and almost a waste, but this was pretty hard core. I'm going back! I was greeted by a guy in some kind of samurai outfit when I got there...if that's not a reason to go back, I don't know what is!

I decided to post on facebook about my experience at yoga, and it totally outed me. I hadn't really done that, and I have a friend who puts on every time the baby kicks, which is annoying as hell, so I have been the opposite. That won't change, but the response was really cool. People are happy for me and I got a lot of congrats. If they only knew....

glucose, ice cream, and low gas

Sooooo, yesterday was eventful. I mean I started out with my glucose tolerance test. I fear that the eating of crap the week before wasn't good, but I can't give myself diabetes in a week, can I? I've had this before, when I had all the tests for PCOS. I wasn't diabetic or even pre-diabetic then. I didn't have insulin resistance, either. My glucose DID spike, however. That was a two-hour test, I believe. This one was the amateur one hour test. If I fail, though, it's a three-hour test. I don't want to fail. I need to eat better anyway, so maybe I can do so without the threat of gestational diabetes?

I guess I need to start today, however, because for some reason I thought it a good idea to buy a pint of Ben and Jerry's last night. I figured I'd have some while watching Up.....okay side note on Up. I knew it was about a man whose wife and he couldn't have kids and so they have a good life anyway, blah blah blah, but let me tell you, I lost it. I mean, it IS Disney and therefore, you are supposed to cry at some point, but I was really upset. I'm glad I waited until I got pregnant to see it though....anyway, the ice cream. It turned out to be the whole pint consumed. I'm not so worried about the calories, which in my old life would be four good beers (and a hangover, presumably) but was it the sugar? Was it me needing something to soothe me? I don't know. I wish it had been a pint of broccoli.

So the gas...this is where I lost it again, but after some Googling, have regained my composure. I came home from work today around five. I went to the kitchen to make some bran muffins while I cleaned the kitchen. As I went to pre-heat the oven, I noticed that the burner was on--very low. I don't know if I hit it..but then I remembered that I had it on high for the soup I had (prior to ice cream) last night and I believe that I turned it low but apparently not all the way off. I rightfully freaked out. I didn't smell gas, the carbon monoxide detectors didn't go off, I didn't feel sick, headache, nothing. I even actually turned on the oven for the muffins while opening the windows and turning on the fan.
I did what I always do in times of fear, I Googled. I found several articles about people who left gas on and woke up to a smell and headache, and called the gas company..but that's not what happened. I feel okay now because I read about people making broth and how it has to simmer for 24-72 hours! The people on the boards (and it was a mothering board) had no problem with this. I'm thinking there is something to the fact that the stove was not LEAKING gas but was on as if I were cooking something. I guess I am glad I don't have a cat that could have caught on fire. Because it would have a really stupid owner.

I'll be asking the doctor about this, but if I feel okay....I aired it out, still have the fan on...feel fine...and made the muffins with no incident.

YES, I'm worried about her...and also about my parenting skills.