Soooo, we went to the doctor's yesterday. I had the non-stress test (heart rate of the baby) and an ultrasound, which I hadn't had it a while (yes, it IS a girl). Baby is fine and there is more fluid than average but not too much. This is GOOD, because I totally though I was going to have a 10 pound baby. Afterwards we (yes, d-man came with me) had a usual appointment. I am, wait for it...not dilated. Now, as I am learning, I am not totally doing nothing down there, cervix is soft and short and something else....but not open. Well, maybe a tiny bit. BUT, it doesn't matter, I have to have everything working to be favorable.
The last appointment with the doc he told me that he was amazed that I was always in a good mood. Weakness is for wimps. This time I immediately asked about induction, which I TOTALLY don't/didn't want. He is not one of those docs who pushes it, in fact, he's the opposite. He said because I was making progress and because I never complain that I am pretty serious, so we went with Tuesday. I had talked about that date with d-man because it gives us a little more time to hope it will happen (HA) but it isn't too long...so that's it. We are either going in on Monday night or Tuesday morning. Because Monday is memorial day, we have to get VIP treatment to do this (d-mans dad is a senior member of the hospital staff, but we really don't want to piss off any nurses...). We'll probably go in Monday, though.
Plan is this, from what I understand....topical drug to "ripen" the cervix which is supposed to work overnight, then the from what I understand, horrible drug pitocin to start contractions the next day and because of the pitocin....probably epidural!
I am kinda wondering if we go in Monday if that means we leave on Wednesday morning, which is kind of scary, but maybe not. I never asked about that but maybe the two-night stay thing is after the baby is born?? who knows?
Anyway, memorial day weekend is beginning...well, tomorrow, and we are planning to swim, garden, and continue to prep. MAYBE I'll go into labor. hahahaha
Friday, May 27, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
wait is way more than two weeks...
Soooooo, woke up again to nothing. Well, I DID get to go to the bathroom every hour or so and each time I got into bed I felt cramping--that went away in a minute. I've never wanted to feel pain more in my life. I made the mistake of eating probably too much for dinner. UGH. My stomach is NOT big enough right now. Granted it was Indian (spicy food, check) but I need to realize that I can't eat a serving-even if I am hungry. At that point there is no way to get comfortable. AND it was friggin HOT last night in the living room.
Is this bitching? I think so. I put on facebook how I was annoyed with waiting and got so many people saying how they went a week late, etc. I don't know if that's reassuring or a guarantee that this kid is NOT coming until at least Friday. I hope not later than that because we have a wedding three four weeks from Friday and she needs to be able to take a bottle. I don't know that three weeks is enough time for that. That's not the real reason I want her to get here, tough. I am uncomfortable and bored out of my skull.
Damn kid is already showing traits of my husbands family by being LATE!!!
Is this bitching? I think so. I put on facebook how I was annoyed with waiting and got so many people saying how they went a week late, etc. I don't know if that's reassuring or a guarantee that this kid is NOT coming until at least Friday. I hope not later than that because we have a wedding three four weeks from Friday and she needs to be able to take a bottle. I don't know that three weeks is enough time for that. That's not the real reason I want her to get here, tough. I am uncomfortable and bored out of my skull.
Damn kid is already showing traits of my husbands family by being LATE!!!
Saturday, May 21, 2011
TMI and TMP
Okay, first of all, I am now officially overdue. My doctor did say that the due date is a median--half of his patients go before that and half go after. Riiight. I get that, but why am I in the "after" group? I am extremely uncomfortable. We did have a crazy picnic today and I probably ate too much, but I can't imagine THAT would make me feel THIS huge. There is no room for this girl in here. Trying all the labor induction stuff, but it doesn't work. Sex may have helped, since later that night, I actually saw a little blood (yes, that's good), so maybe there is some dilation going on. One can hope.
Anyway, my time at home has been sort of productive. I did put the bouncy seat together, got the thank you cards done and mostly sent, cleaned up, finished the nursery, watched "I didn't know I was pregnant" like eight times, and began to read the books from the labor class. So, yeah, this freaked me out. I'm only through the beginning and the part about all of the tests that they do when the baby is born. There's like six that they HAVE to do, but most hospitals do more. These are like the diseases that can't be cured but if you know right away that your kid needs to avoid food or something, you can sort of have a life with the baby?? But you have to know in like two days...and THEN it says you don't get the results for 10 days? WTF?!! So, again, more information is NOT good for me.
TMP is too much pink. There is too much pink in my house, but mainly in her room! The other day I had lunch with the MIL and she brought by one of THE boxes. We've gotten, or I should say I've gotten, because sometimes I wonder if she realizes the d-man is a part of this, too, like five or six of these boxes. They are from some baby boutique. That is the kiss of death. It is WHERE one gets prissy, ugly, mostly pink outfits that ONLY a 60-year-old can love. Honestly, I've really disliked all of these outfits. Of course I don't/can 't SAY that but they are in the back of the closet for the most part and will only be put on her at grandma's when I am not around.
Of course, not all pink was from the MIL, there is a lot elsewhere but I have a possibly (or completely, if it were up to the d-man) irrational uncomfortable feeling about the MIL. I understand that the grandparents love to just buy shit...and its what they like, not what I like, I mean I GET that, but I feel like she does that kind of thing for just about everything. She comes to the room and "offers" to help with it by doing things we didn't ask for and giving us advice that we don't want. I don't say a word. Maybe I should, because she isn't going to know me at all otherwise, she has a hard time understanding me in general, but my opinion is asked in this way..."this is beautiful, don't you think?" what?? I guess the idea that her not trying to get to know me is similar to my thinking that she is trying to mold my daughter into what she wants (and I see as prissy...onsies should NOT have collars). I don't know, but it does upset me. I know d-man thinks I am horrible since she IS trying in her own way to help or be nice. BUT, to someone as independent as me, and also wanting to share everything about parenting with my husband, it's frustrating to deal with the old-fashionedness of her thinking. She thinks some things the d-man says are "silly"...like the things we've read in the baby books (new research, etc). I mean, we agree on those things and we share everything.
Oh, anyway...this will be an ongoing frustration for me. I have to somehow try to feel comfortable around her and I'm sure things will change with the baby somewhat. (I did get the stare the other day, though...she stares at me and smiles at me at the same time. I think she's trying to exude an I care for you vibe, but it kind of freaks me out.) Now, if only this baby would actually come out...
Anyway, my time at home has been sort of productive. I did put the bouncy seat together, got the thank you cards done and mostly sent, cleaned up, finished the nursery, watched "I didn't know I was pregnant" like eight times, and began to read the books from the labor class. So, yeah, this freaked me out. I'm only through the beginning and the part about all of the tests that they do when the baby is born. There's like six that they HAVE to do, but most hospitals do more. These are like the diseases that can't be cured but if you know right away that your kid needs to avoid food or something, you can sort of have a life with the baby?? But you have to know in like two days...and THEN it says you don't get the results for 10 days? WTF?!! So, again, more information is NOT good for me.
TMP is too much pink. There is too much pink in my house, but mainly in her room! The other day I had lunch with the MIL and she brought by one of THE boxes. We've gotten, or I should say I've gotten, because sometimes I wonder if she realizes the d-man is a part of this, too, like five or six of these boxes. They are from some baby boutique. That is the kiss of death. It is WHERE one gets prissy, ugly, mostly pink outfits that ONLY a 60-year-old can love. Honestly, I've really disliked all of these outfits. Of course I don't/can 't SAY that but they are in the back of the closet for the most part and will only be put on her at grandma's when I am not around.
Of course, not all pink was from the MIL, there is a lot elsewhere but I have a possibly (or completely, if it were up to the d-man) irrational uncomfortable feeling about the MIL. I understand that the grandparents love to just buy shit...and its what they like, not what I like, I mean I GET that, but I feel like she does that kind of thing for just about everything. She comes to the room and "offers" to help with it by doing things we didn't ask for and giving us advice that we don't want. I don't say a word. Maybe I should, because she isn't going to know me at all otherwise, she has a hard time understanding me in general, but my opinion is asked in this way..."this is beautiful, don't you think?" what?? I guess the idea that her not trying to get to know me is similar to my thinking that she is trying to mold my daughter into what she wants (and I see as prissy...onsies should NOT have collars). I don't know, but it does upset me. I know d-man thinks I am horrible since she IS trying in her own way to help or be nice. BUT, to someone as independent as me, and also wanting to share everything about parenting with my husband, it's frustrating to deal with the old-fashionedness of her thinking. She thinks some things the d-man says are "silly"...like the things we've read in the baby books (new research, etc). I mean, we agree on those things and we share everything.
Oh, anyway...this will be an ongoing frustration for me. I have to somehow try to feel comfortable around her and I'm sure things will change with the baby somewhat. (I did get the stare the other day, though...she stares at me and smiles at me at the same time. I think she's trying to exude an I care for you vibe, but it kind of freaks me out.) Now, if only this baby would actually come out...
Monday, May 16, 2011
Home....
So, it's my first day as a housewife. I am not a SAHM (stay-at-home-mom) yet, since even though this kid is right HERE, she's not here yet. I do not like this and I've already checked my work email twice. I've gone grocery shopping, cleaned out my car, picked up the dining room and now I am playing online. I'm glad I am home, though, because I'm not exactly comfortable and I am peeing constantly.
The plan for today is to vacuum a bit, clean downstairs what I can, pack the bag, and start the damn thank-you cards. No, this is not nesting, just what I do when I am not at work. Also, I am anal about planning and being prepared for anything, so that's what I am doing, for the most part. I want to get things done so I can read up on labor and babies and everything (there's that preparedness thing again). I wanted to do that on the patio but the on and off showers all week are literally putting a damper on that.
In addition, I have a lunch planned with my SIL, MIL, BIL and his fiance, and hopefully d-man will come. That's tomorrow and the doctor is on Wednesday. After that...I really need it to stop raining! OR, she can be born, that would be fine with me. I guess I just keep walking and doing yoga. Not sure what else to do and of course I am freaking out that she'll be late and therefore huge (and therefore extra painful especially in the recovery..or need a c-section). But, due date has not yet arrived, so I am just going to try to relax.
I did get yet another exciting end of pregnancy symptom...charlie horse. Now, I've had these before, lots of times. I've even pulled my calf running...twice and pretty badly. BUT, this was amazingly painful. F-bombs flowing at 3am. All I could think of was how labor will be worse and that scared me of course. Who knows, though? Anyway, it still hurts and I need to stretch before I walk everyday. This, and I haven't been to the gym in like two months.
So....perhaps I can keep up with the blog, but I can't imagine I'll have any exciting reports until she gets here. She wants to come out alien style, I think....since she pushes that way all the time and refuses to drop down.
Well, guess I'd better get to work....
The plan for today is to vacuum a bit, clean downstairs what I can, pack the bag, and start the damn thank-you cards. No, this is not nesting, just what I do when I am not at work. Also, I am anal about planning and being prepared for anything, so that's what I am doing, for the most part. I want to get things done so I can read up on labor and babies and everything (there's that preparedness thing again). I wanted to do that on the patio but the on and off showers all week are literally putting a damper on that.
In addition, I have a lunch planned with my SIL, MIL, BIL and his fiance, and hopefully d-man will come. That's tomorrow and the doctor is on Wednesday. After that...I really need it to stop raining! OR, she can be born, that would be fine with me. I guess I just keep walking and doing yoga. Not sure what else to do and of course I am freaking out that she'll be late and therefore huge (and therefore extra painful especially in the recovery..or need a c-section). But, due date has not yet arrived, so I am just going to try to relax.
I did get yet another exciting end of pregnancy symptom...charlie horse. Now, I've had these before, lots of times. I've even pulled my calf running...twice and pretty badly. BUT, this was amazingly painful. F-bombs flowing at 3am. All I could think of was how labor will be worse and that scared me of course. Who knows, though? Anyway, it still hurts and I need to stretch before I walk everyday. This, and I haven't been to the gym in like two months.
So....perhaps I can keep up with the blog, but I can't imagine I'll have any exciting reports until she gets here. She wants to come out alien style, I think....since she pushes that way all the time and refuses to drop down.
Well, guess I'd better get to work....
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
pain in the ass
Okay so I am icing my ass...and I have been fantasizing about doing it all day. The final days (God I hope) of pregnancy are initiating me, I think. I have a hemorrhoid, and I hope it stays one. Yes, I am sure that number will grow when I actually push this kid out, but I'll deal with that when I have to. Since I am sure there will be more than just a hemorrhoid to deal with (and I'll have drugs), it'll be a whole different experience. The thing is, though, this hurts like a mother. Yes, I realize labor will be worse, BUT I can yell and swear and well, I'll be in labor, so it's expected. Right now, at work, I have to act like all is well. People are constantly asking me how I am doing and of course I say "hanging in there" with a smile. Can't really say...."well, the hemorrhoid is kicking my ass and preparation H is a bullshit product." Nope, can't do that. I do have a reputation to uphold, here.
So, aside from right when I get up and actually go for a walk, I am walking like an old woman. I am to the point where I curse everything when I drop something (keys, phone, whatever). It's interesting.
So, anyway...went to the doc yesterday and I was told I had a stubborn cervix, meaning nothing is happening, well, except for all that swelling. There is no dropping going on and all those other signs are eluding me as well. So, as much as I want this to happen, I just have a feeling it will be later than sooner. Of course, I am hoping that isn't the case, but....man I HATE having no control. Kind of a theme with this blog.
So, aside from right when I get up and actually go for a walk, I am walking like an old woman. I am to the point where I curse everything when I drop something (keys, phone, whatever). It's interesting.
So, anyway...went to the doc yesterday and I was told I had a stubborn cervix, meaning nothing is happening, well, except for all that swelling. There is no dropping going on and all those other signs are eluding me as well. So, as much as I want this to happen, I just have a feeling it will be later than sooner. Of course, I am hoping that isn't the case, but....man I HATE having no control. Kind of a theme with this blog.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
commercial.......
First of all, I gotta say that when I saw this commercial on tv, I cried. LOVED IT!!!!! I had the same reaction the first time I saw it on you tube, too. Take a look:
http://www.youtube.com/user/Pampers?blend=1&ob=5#p/u/6/OxbRdxbBROI
I mean, the references to howEVER the baby gets here and how it doesn't matter made me feel great. There is a huge company (who is yes, selling diapers, but appease me here) who sees so many other points of view that I felt legitimized, no matter what the church says.
Then I read the comments. It always brings me back to reality. Most seemed to be nice, but then there were the ones that pissed me off. First of all the abortion people---one said this was propaganda by the pro-lifers since there was a preggers woman in a wedding dress. Seriously? People are REACHING to get their OWN agenda out there. Of course there was the woman who commented on the opposite end, or had to agree with that. I just saw it as someone who probably didn't plan it but was having a baby anyway (her choice, just saying....). But then there was of course one that went into how wrong IVF was--unnatural! (though I was still so happy how prominent it was in the commercial) and how you should just adopt. People who are not in the situation are so friggin ignorant. I won't get into that but there is a lot that has to happen emotionally before you even get to the adoption thing, and THEN you need about 20k, so just adopting, is a big deal.
But anyway....I'm going to still love this ad, and the diapers we get will be the best bang for the buck, regardless of where they are made. So, it didn't do what it wanted necessarily for me, but I am a fan of pampers without giving them money...hahaha.
http://www.youtube.com/user/Pampers?blend=1&ob=5#p/u/6/OxbRdxbBROI
I mean, the references to howEVER the baby gets here and how it doesn't matter made me feel great. There is a huge company (who is yes, selling diapers, but appease me here) who sees so many other points of view that I felt legitimized, no matter what the church says.
Then I read the comments. It always brings me back to reality. Most seemed to be nice, but then there were the ones that pissed me off. First of all the abortion people---one said this was propaganda by the pro-lifers since there was a preggers woman in a wedding dress. Seriously? People are REACHING to get their OWN agenda out there. Of course there was the woman who commented on the opposite end, or had to agree with that. I just saw it as someone who probably didn't plan it but was having a baby anyway (her choice, just saying....). But then there was of course one that went into how wrong IVF was--unnatural! (though I was still so happy how prominent it was in the commercial) and how you should just adopt. People who are not in the situation are so friggin ignorant. I won't get into that but there is a lot that has to happen emotionally before you even get to the adoption thing, and THEN you need about 20k, so just adopting, is a big deal.
But anyway....I'm going to still love this ad, and the diapers we get will be the best bang for the buck, regardless of where they are made. So, it didn't do what it wanted necessarily for me, but I am a fan of pampers without giving them money...hahaha.
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