Our pregnancy is nothing short of amazing. So, let's review.
In week 10 we discovered that Huddy was just Huddy, no twins, thank goodness. Twins run on my side and even some triplets. We were relieved to find out we just had 1 bundle who looked like a starfish.
In week 12 we got to see just how handsome Huddy is. He was a big head with tiny appendages and he threw a fit when the tech made me move all over to wake him up so she could get her measurements.
In week 13, I started spotting. Had a freak out moment and was put on light duty and pelvic rest. My work couldn't accomodate this, so I got 2 weeks off. Two days later, on Mother's Day, I woke up in extreme pain. I thought I pulled a muscle. Then I thought I had a kidney infection and was a huge baby for making my mom and George take me to the ER for an infection. Turns out, it was Kidney Stones! Huddy's heart rate was high, mine was too, plus my BP was twice it's normal amount (I'm always low) and my oxygen was 2 points above the point where I would have been admitted. It hurt to be alive, let alone breath!
We survived it all, and after that, things got better. Sure, everything we own decided to break down, but we survived. I went back to work for a week or two, and then I was told to be a sub. And never called back. At 27 or 28 weeks I got unemployment. Very exciting stuff. We can finally afford to get Huddy STUFF!
Yesterday at 29 weeks and 6 days I learned how to use a push mower, and mowed our side yard. Only stopping to ask George to help pull up my pants. I couldn't pull the start thingy myself, so it was easier of I just held on (so the mower didn't turn off) while George tucked my maternity pants back up to my boobs. I am sure our neighbors loved watching this.
Nesting. It has appeared to come and go, sometimes I get a ton of energy and just clean. Like a madwoman. Then it goes away and I am lazy and tired. Last night/yesterday, it was bad. I did a week's worth of work in a day, and couldn't stop until 2 am when I just felt too achy to continue.
We found out we're rich. Apparently my unemployment means we don't qualify for anything. Not even a free breast pump! Which every single one of our friends has qualified for. Yet, we make less than them. Still trying to figure this out.
Last night I also learned that I will not be buying a crib. My friend from childhood, a male, is buying it. Which makes me very happy. He had hinted before, but I hadn't heard anything for months, so I was planning to buy it today and pick it up this weekend. Nope. YAY! CRIB!
Huddy is playing games with me. Not the fun kind where I push him and he pushes back. This game is called, "Breech? Or Not?" You see, this little fetus thinks he is soooooo funny! He spends a few days turning himself so he is just about ready to drop down in my pelvis, and then he changes his mind and come right back up. So, off and on for these few days I have some pressure, some hip pain, some toes under my ribs, and can eat, then he comes right back up and I can't even eat a whole piece of pizza! According to my book, this could continue until birth. NO IT WILL NOT! I am about to open up my belly and turn this kid myself and inform him that if he moves again, I will stop eating oranges. Which are his favorite. He kicks like crazy after an orange. And garlic.
I am 30 weeks today. 10 weeks until Prince Huddy is here. He just kicked up high enough where I felt it in my boob. And again. He's a happy little guy. Just took a break top watch my belly, and it DOES move when he kicks. So amusing!
I now need to get him in a mood to do this again when his Daddy is awake, and have him record it. Then put it on youtube so I can share it! So amused!
He has kicked 2 more times for Daddy. Very good boy. I am about to stand on the street and charge people to feel my belly. Everyone wants to touch it! He still has only moved for his Grandma, Graham Cracker (what I called MY Grandma, his Great-Grandma) and his Daddy. But we could change that. 9 pm and 7-8 am are his usual awake times. He is awake now because I ate. What did I eat? A pear. A hot dog. Ice Cubes. YUM!
Any day now, 3 of the 13 pregnant women in my life will deliver. One has an induction planned for Friday, but I think she will go before then. She is the most important. She is my old boss. Not BBBB, the one who left and made me supervisor. We are still close. And since our boys will be 10 weeks apart, we plan on getting them together. Huddy and her son, Dodge, can be best friends and do boy stuff together. Very exciting. And both their daddies play xbox too much, so they will both probably end up like that. BOOOO!
The other 2 pregnant women? One is a beyotch, the fertile who LOVES PREGNANCY and thinks it is so easy and getting pregnant was so easy. BLAH! We don't plan to let Huddy associate with THAT baby. (We don't see them often, so it won't be a problem)
The other is a friend from high school. We never hung out, and still don't, but we talk a lot. It's her second daughter and she is my venting buddy. We bitch to each other.
Huddy's calming down. Must be nap time in my uterus.
Makes me sleepy just thinking about it. Better go do something to keep me awake!
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Pregnancy in Fertiles and Infertiles
I dont think fertiles understand pregnancy at all. "I have had an easy pregnancy!" Really? Great! But don't tell me how easy it was to get pregnant and how easy pregnancy has been for you. Life just seems too easy for you and I want to smack you.
Getting pregnant. For us herbal supplements worked. I just wish I had known this 3 years ago.
Staying pregnant. When I bled at 13 weeks, I was convinced it was over. It wasn't a large amount of blood, but I have started every miscarriage with blood, so even seeing a little told me it was over. Luckily, it wasn't. Then I got kidney stones. And heard "distress". Which is never a good word for a pregnant woman to hear. Since then nothing immediately dangerous for Huddy has come along. But I have worried, every single day.
I haven't have a difficult pregnancy by any means. Just not an easy one. I have pubic dysfunction and my pelvis started moving before it should have, I had cysts driving me crazy my entire first trimester, I had a lumber injury back in 09 that I never really got taken care of that flared back up and pinched my sciatic nerve and I didn't sleep properly for 20 weeks.
I also had some adjustments to make. I was a 1 snack a day and one or two meals a day kind of girl. Suddenly eating every few hours confused the hell out of me.
Nothing major. But the first half of pregnancy was not "easy" and the second half has just been uncomfortable.
For my fertile friend, besides swollen ankles she has had no issues. I swell anytime I am in the heat, and have since about 16 weeks, and I get heat rash at least once a week. These things don't even register on my radar as something to worry about. Honestly, compared to the feeling of my legs going numb, or the shooting sciatica pain, they don't bother me at all.
This woman had her glucose 2 weeks before I had my early screen. She thought "no big deal" and just went to work without eating and then had her glucose on her lunch break. Only by then, she hadn't ate in 12 hours and she couldn't figure out why she suddenly felt faint and spent the next week hurling. She is going to an OBGYN who hasone of the highest ceasarean section rates in our area. Why? "Everyone in my family has used him." And everyone in your family has cried over the destroyed vision for labor when they were told they weren't progressing and needed a c section.
Do fertiles not think? Or research?
Our practice (which has midwives and then 1 doctor on call for emergencies or high risk deliveries) has the lowest rate for c sections in our area, in fact, it is 25% less than the practice with the 2nd lowest rate. She is going to a hospital that has NO NICU, nothing. AT ALL! Basically, if anything goes wrong with that baby, he will be put on a chopper and sent either to a different hospital or flown the hour (hour by car) to the Children's Hospital. If Huddy has any issues, the smaller ones will be dealt with at the hospital (both our 1st and 2nd choices have NICU's) or if it is more severe, he will be flown to the same Children's hospital. Why choose this hospital fertile friend? "It is where my step mother in law works".
Oh, and I did check out her baby registry the other day. She registered for 7 types of bubble bath. For a baby registry. All of her requests were the most expensive items in the store. Besides soaps, clothes and such, nothing on her registry was under $120. I showed George, who worked hard to make sure everyone can afford something from our registry, and he nearly died. He said it was a good thing I forgot to give her our address, because we couldn't have afford her shower anyway.
Okay, sorry for the super long vent about stupid things. I was just annoyed.
Oh, and they're naming their child after a VERY famous teen mom.
Today I went shopping. I returned a dress, and got a dress. But while trying this dress on, I realized, in my current bra, I look like I dont have a bra on. These things were wiggling every which way. And I have large breasts. Even when I weighed in at 116 lbs, I had DD's. Now they are a large DDD. Before pregnancy, it was a 38 DDD. Now it is a 44 DDD. I gained girth. Odd. Now for the challenge, find a store that carries 44 DDD in nursing bras. In store.
You can't. I have tried 2 malls.
So, Penny's as my Grandma calls it, ordered some for me online and since the lady felt sympathetic, she put in codes to take $6 off each bra. Which paid for shipping! So, in 2 weeks, I will have well supported girls! And nursing bras. I bought 2 cheapies that came in a 2 pack for night wearing and for the birthing tub, and then one more expensive one for every day wear. If I like them, I will buy more, but since I can't try them on, I didn't want to get too many. The downside is the look. They didn't have any good looking ones in my size. So, it is an ugly, granny looking nude one. The night time ones are grey and black.
Here is my challenge for you, find me a nursing bra, with supportive shoulder straps, that can still look attractive, in a 44 DDD.
I still don't like that 44. 38 is much better. It better go down after I finish nursing.
I watched birth videos. For 2 hours yesterday. I have decided the water birth looks cleaner, and calmer. I feel good about my choice. Let's hope everything goes as planned!
Getting pregnant. For us herbal supplements worked. I just wish I had known this 3 years ago.
Staying pregnant. When I bled at 13 weeks, I was convinced it was over. It wasn't a large amount of blood, but I have started every miscarriage with blood, so even seeing a little told me it was over. Luckily, it wasn't. Then I got kidney stones. And heard "distress". Which is never a good word for a pregnant woman to hear. Since then nothing immediately dangerous for Huddy has come along. But I have worried, every single day.
I haven't have a difficult pregnancy by any means. Just not an easy one. I have pubic dysfunction and my pelvis started moving before it should have, I had cysts driving me crazy my entire first trimester, I had a lumber injury back in 09 that I never really got taken care of that flared back up and pinched my sciatic nerve and I didn't sleep properly for 20 weeks.
I also had some adjustments to make. I was a 1 snack a day and one or two meals a day kind of girl. Suddenly eating every few hours confused the hell out of me.
Nothing major. But the first half of pregnancy was not "easy" and the second half has just been uncomfortable.
For my fertile friend, besides swollen ankles she has had no issues. I swell anytime I am in the heat, and have since about 16 weeks, and I get heat rash at least once a week. These things don't even register on my radar as something to worry about. Honestly, compared to the feeling of my legs going numb, or the shooting sciatica pain, they don't bother me at all.
This woman had her glucose 2 weeks before I had my early screen. She thought "no big deal" and just went to work without eating and then had her glucose on her lunch break. Only by then, she hadn't ate in 12 hours and she couldn't figure out why she suddenly felt faint and spent the next week hurling. She is going to an OBGYN who hasone of the highest ceasarean section rates in our area. Why? "Everyone in my family has used him." And everyone in your family has cried over the destroyed vision for labor when they were told they weren't progressing and needed a c section.
Do fertiles not think? Or research?
Our practice (which has midwives and then 1 doctor on call for emergencies or high risk deliveries) has the lowest rate for c sections in our area, in fact, it is 25% less than the practice with the 2nd lowest rate. She is going to a hospital that has NO NICU, nothing. AT ALL! Basically, if anything goes wrong with that baby, he will be put on a chopper and sent either to a different hospital or flown the hour (hour by car) to the Children's Hospital. If Huddy has any issues, the smaller ones will be dealt with at the hospital (both our 1st and 2nd choices have NICU's) or if it is more severe, he will be flown to the same Children's hospital. Why choose this hospital fertile friend? "It is where my step mother in law works".
Oh, and I did check out her baby registry the other day. She registered for 7 types of bubble bath. For a baby registry. All of her requests were the most expensive items in the store. Besides soaps, clothes and such, nothing on her registry was under $120. I showed George, who worked hard to make sure everyone can afford something from our registry, and he nearly died. He said it was a good thing I forgot to give her our address, because we couldn't have afford her shower anyway.
Okay, sorry for the super long vent about stupid things. I was just annoyed.
Oh, and they're naming their child after a VERY famous teen mom.
Today I went shopping. I returned a dress, and got a dress. But while trying this dress on, I realized, in my current bra, I look like I dont have a bra on. These things were wiggling every which way. And I have large breasts. Even when I weighed in at 116 lbs, I had DD's. Now they are a large DDD. Before pregnancy, it was a 38 DDD. Now it is a 44 DDD. I gained girth. Odd. Now for the challenge, find a store that carries 44 DDD in nursing bras. In store.
You can't. I have tried 2 malls.
So, Penny's as my Grandma calls it, ordered some for me online and since the lady felt sympathetic, she put in codes to take $6 off each bra. Which paid for shipping! So, in 2 weeks, I will have well supported girls! And nursing bras. I bought 2 cheapies that came in a 2 pack for night wearing and for the birthing tub, and then one more expensive one for every day wear. If I like them, I will buy more, but since I can't try them on, I didn't want to get too many. The downside is the look. They didn't have any good looking ones in my size. So, it is an ugly, granny looking nude one. The night time ones are grey and black.
Here is my challenge for you, find me a nursing bra, with supportive shoulder straps, that can still look attractive, in a 44 DDD.
I still don't like that 44. 38 is much better. It better go down after I finish nursing.
I watched birth videos. For 2 hours yesterday. I have decided the water birth looks cleaner, and calmer. I feel good about my choice. Let's hope everything goes as planned!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
I am BACK!
My goodness. It is so nice to finally have my laptop back. I was so excited I actually hugged her (aren't all beautiful things in life women?) and took pictures. I missed my baby Asus.
New things?
I am 27 weeks and 1 day.
I did my glucose test and almost died. Apparently 6 hours without food, then eating a poptart and then going another 6 hours without food sends my body into a tailspin. I was sipping some ice water after a bath, and then BAM I just felt like I was baking in an oven and would pass out any second. Luckily, George was right there and got me into bed so we could call the midwife.
Finances still suck. Between our cars needing $1500 worth of work, our hot water tank leaking, our computers both dying, and George's insurance hating us, nothing is working in our favor. I try not to be a worrywart, but at this rate, if we DON'T get it from our baby shower guests, I have no clue how we will get it.
I did decide that after 60 days of not hearing anything from the school, I should count myself jobless. So, I filed for unemployment. The school is claiming I am on a voluntary leave of absence. Well, if it is so "voluntary" I would have liked to go back about 3 seconds after it began.
And after 60 days of not hearing anything, I consider myself let go. So, when I do go back to work after Huddy is born (I'd go back into the working world now, but who hires a woman who is 27 weeks pregnant?) the 6 months of not working for the competition will be over.
I am trying not to get my hopes up on the unemployment thing. It wouldn't bring in too much, but it'd be enough to get a crib and some baby items. The downside? They want you to apply for a job at 2 places a week, yeah, when I have a newborn, I doubt I will be doing that.
The only reason I see for me not getting unemployment is that I wasn't at the school for 6 months. But I went straight from one great paying job, to the school, where I made several hundred dollars less, and didn't have more than 30 days off in between. Which the guy who suggested I file for unemployment said makes me qualify. I don't know.
Oh, and I have made a decision. An important one. I will be going back to school. I am going to attend the small community college that is 10 miles away, and try to take classes in the morning or evening or online, and then get a job working 4 hours maybe 4 days a week. All of this is after Huddy is born, so I would like to keep my time away from him to a minimum. But he will be about 6 weeks when spring semester starts, so I will be giving myself adequate maternity leave. I would like to just go to school, but even with grants and scholorships, I don't know that we will be okay financially, and only working 16 hours would be enough to give us some extra money.
Anywho, I will be doing my best to post at least 3 times a week now that I have a computer. And no job.
Stacey
New things?
I am 27 weeks and 1 day.
I did my glucose test and almost died. Apparently 6 hours without food, then eating a poptart and then going another 6 hours without food sends my body into a tailspin. I was sipping some ice water after a bath, and then BAM I just felt like I was baking in an oven and would pass out any second. Luckily, George was right there and got me into bed so we could call the midwife.
Finances still suck. Between our cars needing $1500 worth of work, our hot water tank leaking, our computers both dying, and George's insurance hating us, nothing is working in our favor. I try not to be a worrywart, but at this rate, if we DON'T get it from our baby shower guests, I have no clue how we will get it.
I did decide that after 60 days of not hearing anything from the school, I should count myself jobless. So, I filed for unemployment. The school is claiming I am on a voluntary leave of absence. Well, if it is so "voluntary" I would have liked to go back about 3 seconds after it began.
And after 60 days of not hearing anything, I consider myself let go. So, when I do go back to work after Huddy is born (I'd go back into the working world now, but who hires a woman who is 27 weeks pregnant?) the 6 months of not working for the competition will be over.
I am trying not to get my hopes up on the unemployment thing. It wouldn't bring in too much, but it'd be enough to get a crib and some baby items. The downside? They want you to apply for a job at 2 places a week, yeah, when I have a newborn, I doubt I will be doing that.
The only reason I see for me not getting unemployment is that I wasn't at the school for 6 months. But I went straight from one great paying job, to the school, where I made several hundred dollars less, and didn't have more than 30 days off in between. Which the guy who suggested I file for unemployment said makes me qualify. I don't know.
Oh, and I have made a decision. An important one. I will be going back to school. I am going to attend the small community college that is 10 miles away, and try to take classes in the morning or evening or online, and then get a job working 4 hours maybe 4 days a week. All of this is after Huddy is born, so I would like to keep my time away from him to a minimum. But he will be about 6 weeks when spring semester starts, so I will be giving myself adequate maternity leave. I would like to just go to school, but even with grants and scholorships, I don't know that we will be okay financially, and only working 16 hours would be enough to give us some extra money.
Anywho, I will be doing my best to post at least 3 times a week now that I have a computer. And no job.
Stacey
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Huddy
Well, still stealing my mother's computer. She made me french bread pizza, but she always makes things super crunchy. If a knife wont cut it, my teeth probably shouldn't try.
Huddy is a good growing fetus. Measuring 23 weeks 3 days. His roomie, my placenta, is still low, but not blocking the cervix, so we're good on that one. I was going to attempt to add a picture, but her computer still hates me.
Tomorrow my step dad is coming to get his stuff. If he leaves a certain dresser here, which I think he will, Huddy gets a pretty new dresser. We have also organized our bedroom and prepared a new plan. It is 99 and humid here. In order to keep the upstairs cool, we have to run the a/c 24/7. And even then it is still too humid up there to get any work done of the nusery. So, we are going to keep our bedroom downstairs and just let Huddy room in with us. Which means our little sitting room that we never use, gets a purpose! It is the dressing room for the bambino. And nursing station. We already have the rocking chair and some book shelves in there, so now we need a stand (Probably stolen from somewhere else in the house) and a dresser.
Since George isn't working, we have not bought anything for Huddy. Just some garage sale finds. We are hoping our Baby Shower guests get us hooked up or that George's September bonus is large enough to afford the major things.
Yep, still not working. We had a lawyer call the school, and they apologized and offered me my old position, but I have pride. They'd already told half the parents and all of my fellow teachers how I can't put sunblock on kids, so going back would've been hell. But they did release me from my non compete clause, so I can go wherver, but yet again, no one hires a pregnant chick.
I do love staying home though. It'd be better if we could have some extra money, but our house is so clean, and I make great meals every single night. Plus I can flip and flop my sleep schedule to meet George's so I can actually see my husband. The downside is that I am psycho. No one visits me, and I don't have the money to constantly be driving around the city to visit friends. Thirty miles each way? No one else seems to want to do it either. I used to constantly, and no one ever came to visit our house, but I have had enough. If you want to be friends, you have a give just as much as you take. I am willing to meet places, or visit if I am out that way, or pop in once for every time you pop in to see me, but my car is not a slave!
Now, back to why I am psycho, no one visits me. Just my mother for the last month. George and my mom, and trips to the doctor or store. It has made me very clingy to George. I cry when he goes to work, I follow him around like a puppy all day, and I feel the need to text, call, harass him constantly. He liked it at first, but I think he needs breaks. So, my mom has been bribing me to leave him. Which makes me cry, but a man can't survive if his wife is stuck up his butt constantly. I am just lonely.
B?ut, my best friend is flying in from Hawaii to stay for a month, she actually should be getting into Ohio right now, so I will get to visit her and hopefully that will help.
Anywho, I need to go grocery shopping and make dinner before the movies tonight.
Stacey
Huddy is a good growing fetus. Measuring 23 weeks 3 days. His roomie, my placenta, is still low, but not blocking the cervix, so we're good on that one. I was going to attempt to add a picture, but her computer still hates me.
Tomorrow my step dad is coming to get his stuff. If he leaves a certain dresser here, which I think he will, Huddy gets a pretty new dresser. We have also organized our bedroom and prepared a new plan. It is 99 and humid here. In order to keep the upstairs cool, we have to run the a/c 24/7. And even then it is still too humid up there to get any work done of the nusery. So, we are going to keep our bedroom downstairs and just let Huddy room in with us. Which means our little sitting room that we never use, gets a purpose! It is the dressing room for the bambino. And nursing station. We already have the rocking chair and some book shelves in there, so now we need a stand (Probably stolen from somewhere else in the house) and a dresser.
Since George isn't working, we have not bought anything for Huddy. Just some garage sale finds. We are hoping our Baby Shower guests get us hooked up or that George's September bonus is large enough to afford the major things.
Yep, still not working. We had a lawyer call the school, and they apologized and offered me my old position, but I have pride. They'd already told half the parents and all of my fellow teachers how I can't put sunblock on kids, so going back would've been hell. But they did release me from my non compete clause, so I can go wherver, but yet again, no one hires a pregnant chick.
I do love staying home though. It'd be better if we could have some extra money, but our house is so clean, and I make great meals every single night. Plus I can flip and flop my sleep schedule to meet George's so I can actually see my husband. The downside is that I am psycho. No one visits me, and I don't have the money to constantly be driving around the city to visit friends. Thirty miles each way? No one else seems to want to do it either. I used to constantly, and no one ever came to visit our house, but I have had enough. If you want to be friends, you have a give just as much as you take. I am willing to meet places, or visit if I am out that way, or pop in once for every time you pop in to see me, but my car is not a slave!
Now, back to why I am psycho, no one visits me. Just my mother for the last month. George and my mom, and trips to the doctor or store. It has made me very clingy to George. I cry when he goes to work, I follow him around like a puppy all day, and I feel the need to text, call, harass him constantly. He liked it at first, but I think he needs breaks. So, my mom has been bribing me to leave him. Which makes me cry, but a man can't survive if his wife is stuck up his butt constantly. I am just lonely.
B?ut, my best friend is flying in from Hawaii to stay for a month, she actually should be getting into Ohio right now, so I will get to visit her and hopefully that will help.
Anywho, I need to go grocery shopping and make dinner before the movies tonight.
Stacey
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