I knew I wasn't in labor, but seeing that's the only place they'll see you on a Sunday I figured I better go in. Baby was fine, I was not!
Matthew is such a great sharer...he decided to share his stomach virus with me! Once I got home the fever kicked in and I was pretty miserable for the rest of the day. Fortunately today I feel a lot better...still tired but better.
I started my bi-weekly non-stress tests today to monitor baby. I got Nurse Snippy today who was inconvenienced by my presence. It seems arriving 10 minutes early meant she couldn't go get her popcorn down at the cafeteria (which they ended up denying her anyway when she did go down). From talking to another patient on the way out I guess she's always that way. She really wasn't pleasant. She was even more annoyed when Zachary decided it was time for a nap and didn't want to move. That meant I had to stay on for another 10 minutes after drinking two large glasses of ice water.
No appointment until next week. Even though I'm supposed to go every 2 weeks I guess the doctor's schedule doesn't allow for that...go figure.
I've decided that I am only one person, and I can only do so much. Getting sick in the middle of the night was kind of a wakeup call. I could have called a neighbor or friend, but who wants to wake someone up at 3 am. And what if something HAD happened??
I'm missing Jeff more and more each day, and it touches my heart how much he misses me. I love him, my kids and my kid to be....I can't ask for much more.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
30 weeks
Well, we're getting down there. I had my appointment yesterday, quick and easy. My belly is only measuring 24 weeks, but she said that is because he's transverse (sideways). It still has me a bit concerned, but with the diabetes I'd rather have him measuring smaller than bigger. I start going every 2 weeks now, as well as bi-weekly non-stress tests to monitor him. Insulin got bumped again, no surprise.
It's strange being THIS pregnant and having people not even realize that I'm pregnant. I had two comments today...one saying they would have guessed 4 months, another saying she didn't even know I was pregnant. My doctor said I hide it well. I'm guessing once he shifts head down there won't be any more hiding it.
Don't get me wrong, I definitely have a belly, but it's not one of those cute little ball bellies...it's kind of an all over hugeness.
So if you have any extra turning vibes I'd appreciate it. He's got plenty of time, but I'd still rather him flip sooner than later.
It's strange being THIS pregnant and having people not even realize that I'm pregnant. I had two comments today...one saying they would have guessed 4 months, another saying she didn't even know I was pregnant. My doctor said I hide it well. I'm guessing once he shifts head down there won't be any more hiding it.
Don't get me wrong, I definitely have a belly, but it's not one of those cute little ball bellies...it's kind of an all over hugeness.
So if you have any extra turning vibes I'd appreciate it. He's got plenty of time, but I'd still rather him flip sooner than later.
Friday, February 6, 2009
29 weeks plus some!
Okay, so I forgot to post this week...shoot me!
29 weeks and 2 trips to the doctor's office. The first one was last week when I didn't feel well and the Z-man wasn't moving like he usually is. I got hooked up and everything was fine, bloodwork fine, etc. Then on Friday I noticed a bright red rash like thing on my left leg. It didn't itch or burn, just looked bright red, and my leg was more swollen than the right. Tuesday my doc calls me to let me know my thyroid was off and I mention to her the redness along with my asthma kicking in. She had me come in and they did an ultrasound on my leg to check for blood clots. I never got a call back, so I'm going to assume it wasn't! The swelling in that leg is now back to the usual typical swelling. The asthma I am attributing to the nice cold the kids shared with me!
My next appointment is Wednesday, which I'm assuming I will start going every 2 weeks from here out. We're getting close....but I wish it was closer!
29 weeks and 2 trips to the doctor's office. The first one was last week when I didn't feel well and the Z-man wasn't moving like he usually is. I got hooked up and everything was fine, bloodwork fine, etc. Then on Friday I noticed a bright red rash like thing on my left leg. It didn't itch or burn, just looked bright red, and my leg was more swollen than the right. Tuesday my doc calls me to let me know my thyroid was off and I mention to her the redness along with my asthma kicking in. She had me come in and they did an ultrasound on my leg to check for blood clots. I never got a call back, so I'm going to assume it wasn't! The swelling in that leg is now back to the usual typical swelling. The asthma I am attributing to the nice cold the kids shared with me!
My next appointment is Wednesday, which I'm assuming I will start going every 2 weeks from here out. We're getting close....but I wish it was closer!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Belly pic...
Okay, you're not getting the full picture because it's just not pretty, but I thought I'd post my 28 week belly shot. I've noticed a huge change this past week. I'm up about 8 pounds right now, which I'm trying to be okay with. I don't do well with change!
I'm SO DONE with maternity clothes though!
A night from you know where...
It started yesterday evening. The kids had "Parents Night Out" where they went and watched movies, played games, did art and had pizza from 6pm to 10pm. I decided to drive to Nashville and hit up the Carter's outlet as I got an email saying they were having a clearance sale. I drive off to Nashville and notice traffic is crazy, but figure that on my way back it should be cleared up. The trip to Carter's was uneventful (only spent $17 as they didn't have much as far as clearance). I shopped around a bit more, got the boys some pants at Children's Place for $4.99 (can't beat that). At 8:30 I decided I better head back. It's normally about a 45 minute drive. It took me the entire 1 1/2 hours to get back because traffic was STOPPED...no reason, just stopped. UGH!
So I pick up the kids, get home, get them in bed, and they all start coughing and saying they didn't feel good. I got Matthew to use his inhaler (the worst cougher of the 3), but within 30 minutes he was throwing up from coughing so much. I let him lay with me (after throwing up in his bed). He keeps coughing, and throwing up, and coughing. By midnight he finally fell asleep and then it was time for the cat and dog to act up. The cat kept thinking she wanted in the bedroom...meowing at the bedroom door. I let her in, and she gets on top of the dresser and starts knocking things off. I chuck her out. The dog wouldn't settle down for some reason. Usually she's so good about going to sleep. I kick her out too, but hear here pacing at the bedroom door. Finally about 3 am Matthew kicks me in the back, wakes me up, and I hear the dog whining. I go downstairs, let the dog out. Wait....let the dog back in. She's still acting funny....go back to bed, chase the cat out from the bedroom. Climb in...cat meows...I try to ignore her. That works until about 4 am. I get up, let the cat back in the bedroom and she thinks my shoulder would be a great place to sleep. Whatever! By this point I was getting pretty cranky. I doze until about 6 am when the dog starts whining again...this is NOT typical for her, so I figure she must need to go out. I go downstairs, let her out...wait....wait...wait...let her back in and she wants to go back out immediately. Still don't know what's up with the dog.
By this point my night is shot. The sun is starting to come up. I decide to get some breakfast, make myself some coffee and wait for the kids to get up...and wait...It's 9am and they kids are STILL asleep...they never do this on a Saturday when I want to sleep in.
I guess I better get used to it. I'm sure there are going to be many sleepless nights once Zachary is born.
It's going to be a long day.
So I pick up the kids, get home, get them in bed, and they all start coughing and saying they didn't feel good. I got Matthew to use his inhaler (the worst cougher of the 3), but within 30 minutes he was throwing up from coughing so much. I let him lay with me (after throwing up in his bed). He keeps coughing, and throwing up, and coughing. By midnight he finally fell asleep and then it was time for the cat and dog to act up. The cat kept thinking she wanted in the bedroom...meowing at the bedroom door. I let her in, and she gets on top of the dresser and starts knocking things off. I chuck her out. The dog wouldn't settle down for some reason. Usually she's so good about going to sleep. I kick her out too, but hear here pacing at the bedroom door. Finally about 3 am Matthew kicks me in the back, wakes me up, and I hear the dog whining. I go downstairs, let the dog out. Wait....let the dog back in. She's still acting funny....go back to bed, chase the cat out from the bedroom. Climb in...cat meows...I try to ignore her. That works until about 4 am. I get up, let the cat back in the bedroom and she thinks my shoulder would be a great place to sleep. Whatever! By this point I was getting pretty cranky. I doze until about 6 am when the dog starts whining again...this is NOT typical for her, so I figure she must need to go out. I go downstairs, let her out...wait....wait...wait...let her back in and she wants to go back out immediately. Still don't know what's up with the dog.
By this point my night is shot. The sun is starting to come up. I decide to get some breakfast, make myself some coffee and wait for the kids to get up...and wait...It's 9am and they kids are STILL asleep...they never do this on a Saturday when I want to sleep in.
I guess I better get used to it. I'm sure there are going to be many sleepless nights once Zachary is born.
It's going to be a long day.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
28 weeks...
When you get to this point you start dreaming about being done. I get offended when I tell people April and their response is "Oh, you still have a ways to go then." I want to yell NO I DON'T! I'm almost there, even though I know I'm not!
I forgot how painful pregnancy is. It's a joy, but at the same time the pain can be pretty rough at times. It's all worth it, I keep telling myself. His kicks are starting to hurt at times too, which I think is pretty funny. Matthew loves feeling my belly, kissing my belly, saying hi to the baby. Megan really could care less, even though she and Ben can't help commenting on every baby they see! Megan still is NOT happy that the baby isn't a girl, and keeps asking if I can try just one more time....NO WAY! If I could guarantee it was a girl I MIGHT consider it, but there is no way I'm going to chance putting my body through this again!
My next goal is 32 weeks. Obviously 40 is end goal (actually 39 because that's when I should have him), but I make mini goals! It makes the time go by faster.
I forgot how painful pregnancy is. It's a joy, but at the same time the pain can be pretty rough at times. It's all worth it, I keep telling myself. His kicks are starting to hurt at times too, which I think is pretty funny. Matthew loves feeling my belly, kissing my belly, saying hi to the baby. Megan really could care less, even though she and Ben can't help commenting on every baby they see! Megan still is NOT happy that the baby isn't a girl, and keeps asking if I can try just one more time....NO WAY! If I could guarantee it was a girl I MIGHT consider it, but there is no way I'm going to chance putting my body through this again!
My next goal is 32 weeks. Obviously 40 is end goal (actually 39 because that's when I should have him), but I make mini goals! It makes the time go by faster.
Friday, January 23, 2009
newest calculations
THESE WERE MY CALCULATIONS AT 7 WEEKS PREGNANT...
After this class I will have 4 more classes to take until my due date (maybe 3 if I switch to 2 weeks between classes instead of 1).
I will change the catbox about 66 more times until the baby is born.
I will fill the gas tank 33 more times.
I will have 231 more breakfasts
There are only 33 more Saturday's until I am due.
I will brush my teeth approx. 462 more times before the baby is due.
I will let the dog out approx. 1,386 more times before the baby is born.
There are only 14 more paychecks until the baby is born.
There are 330 more episodes of Little House on the Prarie before the baby is born.
There are 6 months and 18 days, or 33 weeks, or 231 days, or 5,544 hours, or 332,640 minutes, or 19,958,400 seconds until the baby is due.
NOW!!
I have 2 more classes until my due date.
I will change the cat box about 16 more times
I will have 83 more breakfasts
I will fill the gas tank 11 more times
There are only 11 more Saturday's
I will brush my teeth approx. 166 more times
I will let the dog out approx 415 more times (we've cut it down to about 5 times per day!)
There are only 7 more paychecks
I don't watch Little House on the Prarie anymore!
There are 2 months, 22 days, or 11 weeks, or 83 days or 1992 hours, or well...you get the point!
Oh, I adjusted my calculations on the fact that I will be delivering before April 22nd...I used April 16th instead.
After this class I will have 4 more classes to take until my due date (maybe 3 if I switch to 2 weeks between classes instead of 1).
I will change the catbox about 66 more times until the baby is born.
I will fill the gas tank 33 more times.
I will have 231 more breakfasts
There are only 33 more Saturday's until I am due.
I will brush my teeth approx. 462 more times before the baby is due.
I will let the dog out approx. 1,386 more times before the baby is born.
There are only 14 more paychecks until the baby is born.
There are 330 more episodes of Little House on the Prarie before the baby is born.
There are 6 months and 18 days, or 33 weeks, or 231 days, or 5,544 hours, or 332,640 minutes, or 19,958,400 seconds until the baby is due.
NOW!!
I have 2 more classes until my due date.
I will change the cat box about 16 more times
I will have 83 more breakfasts
I will fill the gas tank 11 more times
There are only 11 more Saturday's
I will brush my teeth approx. 166 more times
I will let the dog out approx 415 more times (we've cut it down to about 5 times per day!)
There are only 7 more paychecks
I don't watch Little House on the Prarie anymore!
There are 2 months, 22 days, or 11 weeks, or 83 days or 1992 hours, or well...you get the point!
Oh, I adjusted my calculations on the fact that I will be delivering before April 22nd...I used April 16th instead.
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