Friday, May 15, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Doctor's Update: Week 36
I will be pregnant forever.
Still at 1 cm.
But cervix is 60% effaced.
He did tell me to pack my bags, though. Which I guess I should do. Because not only do I have to pack for myself and for the one on the way, but also one for Alex. (Which... that's the only part I am worried about... getting Alex to her babysitters on the way to the hospital... if I go into labor like I did with Alex, it won't be a problem, because it took a long time for me to get to the point where Paul's life was in danger... but if it progresses quickly... it could be an interesting ride... the hospital is a good 45 minutes away from us to begin with... I've mentioned to Paul that we should keep the camcorder handy. He said he'd get back to me. I don't think he wants evidence of him throwing his pregnant and laboring wife out of the car on the highway.)
At least I've made a list. Not of things to pack, but of things that need to be done pre-baby. Laundry, setting up the bed, getting things like.. I don't know.. diapers. If I drop the ball, I could always just tape some of Alex's on him. Whatever.
To be honest, I am feeling so unmotivated at the time. In my head, I know that I have 4 or less weeks. And still, can't get it done.
I'll keep you updated. I go every week now, so look for a doc update next Wednesday. And perhaps if I am trying to avoid doing something that would actually be useful, another update will come sooner than that.
Still at 1 cm.
But cervix is 60% effaced.
He did tell me to pack my bags, though. Which I guess I should do. Because not only do I have to pack for myself and for the one on the way, but also one for Alex. (Which... that's the only part I am worried about... getting Alex to her babysitters on the way to the hospital... if I go into labor like I did with Alex, it won't be a problem, because it took a long time for me to get to the point where Paul's life was in danger... but if it progresses quickly... it could be an interesting ride... the hospital is a good 45 minutes away from us to begin with... I've mentioned to Paul that we should keep the camcorder handy. He said he'd get back to me. I don't think he wants evidence of him throwing his pregnant and laboring wife out of the car on the highway.)
At least I've made a list. Not of things to pack, but of things that need to be done pre-baby. Laundry, setting up the bed, getting things like.. I don't know.. diapers. If I drop the ball, I could always just tape some of Alex's on him. Whatever.
To be honest, I am feeling so unmotivated at the time. In my head, I know that I have 4 or less weeks. And still, can't get it done.
I'll keep you updated. I go every week now, so look for a doc update next Wednesday. And perhaps if I am trying to avoid doing something that would actually be useful, another update will come sooner than that.
Monday, May 11, 2009
For Future Referance...
Do NOT play the I'm-gonna-eat-your-foot! game prior to changing a poop-filled diaper. Makes it much harder.
In unborn fetus news, I have my next doctors appointment on Wednesday. Then I go every week. Only four weeks away! I am hoping that I have made some progress down south, but, not really counting on it. I was always so sure that I was going to be fully dilated and give birth right there at my check-up with Alex for the last 6 weeks of that pregnancy that I am hesitant to believe that I will go even one minute early with this one. I refuse to believe that I will be late though. But this is only to keep me sane. If I knew that I would be carrying this child even one week over 40, I would break down and cry myself to a restless sleep right here and now.
Speaking of restless sleep..... I have been coming down with some sort of virus for about a week now (SWINE FLU SWINE FLU SWINE FLU!!!). I'm sure it's nothing serious. But it's annoying and makes me that much more exhausted during the days and that much more restless during the nights. My upper torso feels like.... I don't know... there are lots of ways people describe it... hit by a truck, lost a fight with a prize-fighter, trampled by a herd of giraffe (herd? pack? I think things with hooves generally roam around in herds, correct?). Any of those would be appropriate. What crappy timing. Aside from vomiting for 3 months, I have avoided getting any kind of disease this entire pregnancy. Why now? When I am so close. Best I can do is get rest (HA!) and hopefully it will go away. If it gets too bad, I know my doctor will prescribe me something... but.... I hate taking medicine. Just ask my husband who has to take on the parent role and make sure I don't hide my pills in a pile of mashed potatoes or something equally immature. I would like to say that he knew what he was getting when he married me, but to be honest, it's quite easy to fake a seemingly adult persona when you are in a long-distance relationship quite literally up until the day you are married.
I will update again after my appointment on Wednesday, but I assure you (and myself) that it will be to merely tell you that I am still at 1 cm and that I will be giving birth at exactly midnight at my pre-determined delivery date- June 12. No sooner, and dear Lord, no later.
(Speaking of the Lord... I am reading Sex God by Rob Bell, and I highly suggest that it be put on reading lists everywhere, especially for those that are in relationships of any type... so that would be all of you. [Not just intimate relationships... any type... even if you hate everybody, that's a relationship, so go get the book.] It seemed to be a slow-start, but I am nearing the end and I can't get enough. He's got some really good things to say. Go. Read.)
In unborn fetus news, I have my next doctors appointment on Wednesday. Then I go every week. Only four weeks away! I am hoping that I have made some progress down south, but, not really counting on it. I was always so sure that I was going to be fully dilated and give birth right there at my check-up with Alex for the last 6 weeks of that pregnancy that I am hesitant to believe that I will go even one minute early with this one. I refuse to believe that I will be late though. But this is only to keep me sane. If I knew that I would be carrying this child even one week over 40, I would break down and cry myself to a restless sleep right here and now.
Speaking of restless sleep..... I have been coming down with some sort of virus for about a week now (SWINE FLU SWINE FLU SWINE FLU!!!). I'm sure it's nothing serious. But it's annoying and makes me that much more exhausted during the days and that much more restless during the nights. My upper torso feels like.... I don't know... there are lots of ways people describe it... hit by a truck, lost a fight with a prize-fighter, trampled by a herd of giraffe (herd? pack? I think things with hooves generally roam around in herds, correct?). Any of those would be appropriate. What crappy timing. Aside from vomiting for 3 months, I have avoided getting any kind of disease this entire pregnancy. Why now? When I am so close. Best I can do is get rest (HA!) and hopefully it will go away. If it gets too bad, I know my doctor will prescribe me something... but.... I hate taking medicine. Just ask my husband who has to take on the parent role and make sure I don't hide my pills in a pile of mashed potatoes or something equally immature. I would like to say that he knew what he was getting when he married me, but to be honest, it's quite easy to fake a seemingly adult persona when you are in a long-distance relationship quite literally up until the day you are married.
I will update again after my appointment on Wednesday, but I assure you (and myself) that it will be to merely tell you that I am still at 1 cm and that I will be giving birth at exactly midnight at my pre-determined delivery date- June 12. No sooner, and dear Lord, no later.
(Speaking of the Lord... I am reading Sex God by Rob Bell, and I highly suggest that it be put on reading lists everywhere, especially for those that are in relationships of any type... so that would be all of you. [Not just intimate relationships... any type... even if you hate everybody, that's a relationship, so go get the book.] It seemed to be a slow-start, but I am nearing the end and I can't get enough. He's got some really good things to say. Go. Read.)
Friday, May 8, 2009
Gal's Shopping Day
1) Go to Kohl's. Mother is in an excellent mood due to extraordinarily long nap on account of soothing thunderstorms. This will be a good day.
2) Carry child into store, notice that there aren't any shopping carts with child seat attached at this entrance. Not a problem, walk over to the other side of the store.
3) What luck! There's one more left (among dozens and dozens of regular carts).
4) Cart number one is squeaky. That's ok. I can deal with a little squeak. But this is a lot of squeak. Nope, can't handle that for the whole trip. I don't get out much. I want to do this trip squeakless.
5) Remember seeing lady at checkout at first entrance with a child-friendly cart. I'll go wait.
6) While I wait, I see no less than THREE couples WITHOUT kids using kiddie carts. I make sure to give them all dirty pregnant-lady-carrying-child-who-is-imitating-a-clock-which-involves-her-swinging-violently-back-and-forth-in-mother's-arms looks. Dirty, dirty looks. Fight the urge to take their hangers and shove them through their ears. Realize that this pregnancy has finally taken hold of my brain, and therefore all of my rational (or lack-there-of) thought.
7) Lady finishes checkout. I take over cart. Realize that cart number two has a busted buckle. This will not do. Clock-imitating is dangerous if not belted in. Would be yelling BABY OVERBOARD within ten feet. Cart number 2= fail.
8) Consider stalking childless couples.
9) See a userless child cart in middle of the misses section. High-five child and plop her in. Begin to push cart and realize that front wheels spin wildly out of control, causing cart to appear to be going over speed bumps every 3 feet. Wonder if I can get away with this one. Look at child's head bouncing off of rail and decide to ditch this one too. Cart number 3= fail.
10) Give up and see if I can go find squeaky cart again. Arms getting tired. Back getting tired. CONTRACCCTTTIIIOOONNNN..... OW OW OW. Anyway, where is that cart?
11) See two carts at entrance #2. Pick one that haven't tried yet. Squeaky. But not as squeaky as the other one.
12) Do shopping as quickly as possible. You lost business today, Kohls! I would have bought much more if the squeak hadn't driven me out of the store!
13) Stop at grocery store on the way home for milk.
14) Give child keys to play with while in store.
15) Purchase milk, salad, dressing, potato salad, coffee things, pop, and treats for dog.
16) Return to car to find that trunk and both sliding doors are wiiiiiide open. Look at child. Child returns look. Take keys with door-opening buttons away from child. Child begins to scream.
Good day.
2) Carry child into store, notice that there aren't any shopping carts with child seat attached at this entrance. Not a problem, walk over to the other side of the store.
3) What luck! There's one more left (among dozens and dozens of regular carts).
4) Cart number one is squeaky. That's ok. I can deal with a little squeak. But this is a lot of squeak. Nope, can't handle that for the whole trip. I don't get out much. I want to do this trip squeakless.
5) Remember seeing lady at checkout at first entrance with a child-friendly cart. I'll go wait.
6) While I wait, I see no less than THREE couples WITHOUT kids using kiddie carts. I make sure to give them all dirty pregnant-lady-carrying-child-who-is-imitating-a-clock-which-involves-her-swinging-violently-back-and-forth-in-mother's-arms looks. Dirty, dirty looks. Fight the urge to take their hangers and shove them through their ears. Realize that this pregnancy has finally taken hold of my brain, and therefore all of my rational (or lack-there-of) thought.
7) Lady finishes checkout. I take over cart. Realize that cart number two has a busted buckle. This will not do. Clock-imitating is dangerous if not belted in. Would be yelling BABY OVERBOARD within ten feet. Cart number 2= fail.
8) Consider stalking childless couples.
9) See a userless child cart in middle of the misses section. High-five child and plop her in. Begin to push cart and realize that front wheels spin wildly out of control, causing cart to appear to be going over speed bumps every 3 feet. Wonder if I can get away with this one. Look at child's head bouncing off of rail and decide to ditch this one too. Cart number 3= fail.
10) Give up and see if I can go find squeaky cart again. Arms getting tired. Back getting tired. CONTRACCCTTTIIIOOONNNN..... OW OW OW. Anyway, where is that cart?
11) See two carts at entrance #2. Pick one that haven't tried yet. Squeaky. But not as squeaky as the other one.
12) Do shopping as quickly as possible. You lost business today, Kohls! I would have bought much more if the squeak hadn't driven me out of the store!
13) Stop at grocery store on the way home for milk.
14) Give child keys to play with while in store.
15) Purchase milk, salad, dressing, potato salad, coffee things, pop, and treats for dog.
16) Return to car to find that trunk and both sliding doors are wiiiiiide open. Look at child. Child returns look. Take keys with door-opening buttons away from child. Child begins to scream.
Good day.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Reading the Signs.
Alot of motherhood (at least in non-verbal infant stage) is based on informed guesswork. Guess why she is crying, guess why she won't sleep, guess why she thinks dog food is more fun to eat than anything I make her. Guessing guessing guessing. I will be the first to admit that sometimes I guess wrong and then feel awful for all of the 30 seconds it takes Alex to forget that it took mommy a full hour to figure out that that big crap-filled diaper was the reason she wouldn't go to sleep, not that she was just being stubborn.
Well, sometimes it's easy. Like now for instance. I just got her up from her nap, but was unsure if she had actually slept or not. She is the queen at keeping herself awake for HOURS when it's nap time, sometimes staying awake in her crib a full 2 hours before she actually sleeps. And yep, I leave her in there the whole time, only going in on occasion to throw her pacifiers back in the crib. Because I know that if I get her up without her actually having slept, I will pay for it for the rest of the day.
Anyway, I just got her up, after alot of hesitation, because, again, I was not sure if she had actually slept. Well, I have my answer now. This one was easy. I am pretty sure that her head laying down in a pile full of noodles on her highchair means that no, she definitely did not sleep. Oh, and yep, that nails-on-blackboard scream that she just gave me where her veins in her forehead just about burst.... yep, did not sleep.
Now I get to guess what I do about this situation. Yay! (and this is where I start to get really sad/scared because I am about to start this stage allllllll oooovvvveeerrrr agggaaaaiiiinnnn).
Well, sometimes it's easy. Like now for instance. I just got her up from her nap, but was unsure if she had actually slept or not. She is the queen at keeping herself awake for HOURS when it's nap time, sometimes staying awake in her crib a full 2 hours before she actually sleeps. And yep, I leave her in there the whole time, only going in on occasion to throw her pacifiers back in the crib. Because I know that if I get her up without her actually having slept, I will pay for it for the rest of the day.
Anyway, I just got her up, after alot of hesitation, because, again, I was not sure if she had actually slept. Well, I have my answer now. This one was easy. I am pretty sure that her head laying down in a pile full of noodles on her highchair means that no, she definitely did not sleep. Oh, and yep, that nails-on-blackboard scream that she just gave me where her veins in her forehead just about burst.... yep, did not sleep.
Now I get to guess what I do about this situation. Yay! (and this is where I start to get really sad/scared because I am about to start this stage allllllll oooovvvveeerrrr agggaaaaiiiinnnn).
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