So this morning, I met with my doctor, and he did the usual. Here's the lowdown--
Baby's heartbeat: oscillated between 170 and 140s- he must really like FiberOne (Thanks, Stephanie, for the tip about loads of fiber prebabeh. Apparently, should one not be inclined to up their fiber intake, it can be quite unpleasant for a few days after birth. Having experienced this in the first trimester, I'm not really excited to do it again. Hence, the FiberOne.)
Momma's blood pressure: Normal. No preeclampsia for me. No swelling in my ankles either. Actually, that's like the one thing that hasn't (thankfully) gotten larger. Doctor was a little concerned about my headache until I informed him that, being the giant klutz I am, I hit my head the other day putting my shoes in my locker before a walk. Please pray for me to have more grace when it comes to carrying my child.
Weight: Lost 2 pounds. Hallelujia! I am still totally and completely fat, but the scale is moving in the right direction!
Cervix: 2-3 cm dilated; 80% effaced. Doctor says it looks favorable. Whatever that means. Beats the alternative, I suppose. I'd just *hate* to have an unfavorable cervix. :)
Other developments: Doctor wants to induce (didn't even have to ask!) on Saturday. Actually, he wondered if we were available as early as this afternoon! But Sean has loads of work to finish before he takes time off for his paternity leave, and if the truth be known, I have a few loose ends I'd like to tie up before I leave as well. So Saturday it is. Mister Swimmy will be born on his due date!
The emotions I feel? Sounds so cliche, but I can't even describe them! They are overwhelming me and making it hard to focus. I need more time to process this, methinks. Looks like I've got about three days to do that. Am quite excited though to be able to have one last date night with Sean before Swimmy arrives. Dinner and a movie? YES PLEASE!
That's all for now. Say a prayer for Swimmy's safe arrival, please.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Inducing Labor Naturally
So, everyone and their mother has a suggestion as to how to induce labor. Here are some I've heard recently:
1. Eating spicy food. Actually, this whole pregnancy, I've really craved spicy food, so this has been no problem for me. Lately, the food's been so spicy, it numbs my lips. Alas, no baby.
2. Eating pineapple. Also tried this one. Yummy. Resulted in heartburn (damned citrus acid). No baby.
3. Sex. Umm- no one needs to know about my sex life. No baby.
4. Walking. Every day. Several miles per day. No baby.
5. Massage pressure point near ankle. Tried this a couple times. Have no clue if I'm doing it correctly. Caused loads of Braxton Hicks. No baby.
6. Castor oil. Not trying this because of the following unpleasant side effects: (a) explosive diarrhea (gross); (b) vomiting; (c) can cause Swimmy to have his first b.m. (called meconium) in utero, which can infect the amniotic fluid and just generally be really bad news.
7. Nipple stimulation. This is weird. I'm not doing it.
I have a doctor appointment in the morning. I'm going to ask him to sweep my membranes (which basically involves seperating the waters from the uterine wall) - another way to naturally induce labor. I'm also going to ask him to schedule an induction (please keep your opinions to yourself, thank you- I'm not really inclined to listen to you if you're not my doctor) for next week if Swimmy doesn't make an appearance before then.
Sorry to sound like a jerk on the opinion front. You wouldn't believe how many times in the past week someone has tried to offer "helpful advice." It's annoying to hear about how everything you think is incorrect- especially when you're fat, uncomfortable, hot, and irritable.
1. Eating spicy food. Actually, this whole pregnancy, I've really craved spicy food, so this has been no problem for me. Lately, the food's been so spicy, it numbs my lips. Alas, no baby.
2. Eating pineapple. Also tried this one. Yummy. Resulted in heartburn (damned citrus acid). No baby.
3. Sex. Umm- no one needs to know about my sex life. No baby.
4. Walking. Every day. Several miles per day. No baby.
5. Massage pressure point near ankle. Tried this a couple times. Have no clue if I'm doing it correctly. Caused loads of Braxton Hicks. No baby.
6. Castor oil. Not trying this because of the following unpleasant side effects: (a) explosive diarrhea (gross); (b) vomiting; (c) can cause Swimmy to have his first b.m. (called meconium) in utero, which can infect the amniotic fluid and just generally be really bad news.
7. Nipple stimulation. This is weird. I'm not doing it.
I have a doctor appointment in the morning. I'm going to ask him to sweep my membranes (which basically involves seperating the waters from the uterine wall) - another way to naturally induce labor. I'm also going to ask him to schedule an induction (please keep your opinions to yourself, thank you- I'm not really inclined to listen to you if you're not my doctor) for next week if Swimmy doesn't make an appearance before then.
Sorry to sound like a jerk on the opinion front. You wouldn't believe how many times in the past week someone has tried to offer "helpful advice." It's annoying to hear about how everything you think is incorrect- especially when you're fat, uncomfortable, hot, and irritable.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Yep, 5 days to go, and STILL PREGNANT.
So I just typed a nice long post all about last week's doctor appointment, and despite the fact that this stupid flocking website said it saved my draft, it's not here.
Suffice it to say the ultrasound went well. Swimmy doesn't appear to be abnormally large, and it looks like I'll be able to deliver him no problema.
I will write more when I stop seething over the deleted post.
Suffice it to say the ultrasound went well. Swimmy doesn't appear to be abnormally large, and it looks like I'll be able to deliver him no problema.
I will write more when I stop seething over the deleted post.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
too excited to work
This afternoon at 1:30 I have a final ultrasound scheduled to estimate fetal weight and discuss options with my doctor.
I couldn't sleep last night, and I am having a really hard time focusing this morning (unless of course this is mah boss reading this, in which case, I am getting all manner of projects completed and generally ruling at work).
EEE. Only 4.5 hours to go. I love getting to see Swimmy's little mug on the camera.
I couldn't sleep last night, and I am having a really hard time focusing this morning (unless of course this is mah boss reading this, in which case, I am getting all manner of projects completed and generally ruling at work).
EEE. Only 4.5 hours to go. I love getting to see Swimmy's little mug on the camera.
Monday, March 14, 2011
omg.
it's now 80 degrees in las vegas, and i have no clothes that fit.
spent the weekend in cropped yoga pants, looking like an om version of jabba the hut.
spent the weekend in cropped yoga pants, looking like an om version of jabba the hut.
Friday, March 11, 2011
38 weeks, and the natives are getting restless
OK, maybe not so much the natives. But I sure am. I keep waking up feeling nauseated and crampy and thinking THIS IS IT, PEOPLE! And then I have some water and take a shower. And nothing. No cramps, no contractions, nary a twinge in the abdomen to speak of. Whomp, whomp. Pretty sure Sean's actually not going to believe me when it's actually the real thing cause I've thought THIS IS IT PEOPLE like eight thousand times already. And then it turns out I'm just gassy or something.
Even el doctor seems to think it'll happen soon based on the symptoms I'm having - namely the nausea, the cramping, and the bloody show. For those of you who are unawares of this unpleasantness, picture this (or skip ahead to the next paragraph should you be weak of stomach): you have a really bad head cold and a nose bleed at the same time, and you give the ol' schnoz a good blow. Yeah. That came out of me. I was truly repulsed. Anyway, that's sposed to be a good indicator that labor's going to start soon. But for me, it's meant diddly. We're going on 72 hours since that nonsense, and houston, we've got nothing.
I know I'm only 38 weeks though. And pregnancy is 40 weeks for a reason. And ol' Swimmy's brain is still baking away in there and developing (as are Swimmy's lungs and really just all of him), and I'm really trying to be patient. I just got so excited that he might be arriving soon, and it's hard not to be an **eensy** bit disappointed.
In other news, I had my 38 week appointment this week, and they checked mah fluid level (fine), gave baby a nonstress test (he passed), and checked my cervix (dilated to 3). Everything appears to be as it should be.
My goal for this week: enjoy the last few weeks of living life in the round and stop rushing everything so much.
Have a good weekend!
Even el doctor seems to think it'll happen soon based on the symptoms I'm having - namely the nausea, the cramping, and the bloody show. For those of you who are unawares of this unpleasantness, picture this (or skip ahead to the next paragraph should you be weak of stomach): you have a really bad head cold and a nose bleed at the same time, and you give the ol' schnoz a good blow. Yeah. That came out of me. I was truly repulsed. Anyway, that's sposed to be a good indicator that labor's going to start soon. But for me, it's meant diddly. We're going on 72 hours since that nonsense, and houston, we've got nothing.
I know I'm only 38 weeks though. And pregnancy is 40 weeks for a reason. And ol' Swimmy's brain is still baking away in there and developing (as are Swimmy's lungs and really just all of him), and I'm really trying to be patient. I just got so excited that he might be arriving soon, and it's hard not to be an **eensy** bit disappointed.
In other news, I had my 38 week appointment this week, and they checked mah fluid level (fine), gave baby a nonstress test (he passed), and checked my cervix (dilated to 3). Everything appears to be as it should be.
My goal for this week: enjoy the last few weeks of living life in the round and stop rushing everything so much.
Have a good weekend!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
37 week checkup
from an email i sent to a friend because i'm too lazy to do anything more-
am measuring 39 weeks, and doc is getting worried about baby's size. he scheduled an ultrasound in 2 weeks (umm cutting it close, huh, doc?) to see about baby's weight. he said if it looks like baby's gonna be bigger than 9 lbs (which he suspects), we will have to talk "options." which i'm hoping will include early induction rather than a c-section. he just doesn't think my body could handle delivering a 9 + pound babeh. he did tell me to "go easy on the starch" as it will keep babeh from growing so fast as he appears to be now. fat chance, bub. i have months of dieting ahead of me. i am living it up now!
[i wonder how much of this "knowing" babeh is big is just guesswork? i mean, don't you think it's entirely possible that he could be just a normal sized baby in there? how does the doctor know until babeh is actually born?]
also, i am not leaking fluid as i suspected yesterday. apparently, i am just one mucousy lady these days (sorry, tmi, i know), which senor doctor says is a good sign my cervix is ripening. they did a quick ultrasound just to check fluid, and he says it looks just ducky (my words, not his, obvi).
baby is engaged, i.e., super low, hence mah waddle to the loo every freaking twenty minutes. sigh. dilated to 1.5. woot woot. go cervix!
sooo we shall see what will be next wednesday at the 38 week appt.
yahoo! c'mon babeh jones. your mama wants to meet you!
am measuring 39 weeks, and doc is getting worried about baby's size. he scheduled an ultrasound in 2 weeks (umm cutting it close, huh, doc?) to see about baby's weight. he said if it looks like baby's gonna be bigger than 9 lbs (which he suspects), we will have to talk "options." which i'm hoping will include early induction rather than a c-section. he just doesn't think my body could handle delivering a 9 + pound babeh. he did tell me to "go easy on the starch" as it will keep babeh from growing so fast as he appears to be now. fat chance, bub. i have months of dieting ahead of me. i am living it up now!
[i wonder how much of this "knowing" babeh is big is just guesswork? i mean, don't you think it's entirely possible that he could be just a normal sized baby in there? how does the doctor know until babeh is actually born?]
also, i am not leaking fluid as i suspected yesterday. apparently, i am just one mucousy lady these days (sorry, tmi, i know), which senor doctor says is a good sign my cervix is ripening. they did a quick ultrasound just to check fluid, and he says it looks just ducky (my words, not his, obvi).
baby is engaged, i.e., super low, hence mah waddle to the loo every freaking twenty minutes. sigh. dilated to 1.5. woot woot. go cervix!
sooo we shall see what will be next wednesday at the 38 week appt.
yahoo! c'mon babeh jones. your mama wants to meet you!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Week 37 and Pregnany-Related Stupidity
Holy crow! On Saturday, I will be full term! I am having a baby you guys. Ohmigosh!
So, I totally have a half-way (ok, all-the-way) dumbass story brought to you by yours truly. I know you're all still shocked from reading I've ever done anything stupid in my whole life, so I'll give you a moment to compose yourselves.
. . .
Feeling better? Ok, then. So we've been having some issues with our washing machine. Actually, take that back. The machine itself is fine. It's the hose that connects the water supply to the machine that's being a little a-hole these days. It keeps clogging and leaking. Which leads to water on the living room carpet. Which is annoying, but it's only a little water, and we've just gotten used to needing a towel beside the washer because the property management company/landlord (not sure who's really to blame) is a total a-hole as well and can't get a plumber out to the house who can fix it. Anyhow, I digress.
So, my very handy husband (seriously- he is uber handy) decides to try some things himself to stop the leaking hose. Don't ask me what these things were because I only half way paid attention. Something about a screen and removing residual soap from the hose. Anyhow, he instructs me not to do laundry for a full 24 after he completes said handy endeavors, and I dutifully comply (woot! I can put off laundry a whole nother day!). Sunday comes around, however, and I need clean undies for work, so I toss a load in and head out to the backyard to read.
I am majorly chilling in the sunshine when I hear the dog door flap and see the dog come flying around the corner of the house like a banshee. She's an odd little dog sometimes, so I just chalked up her behavior to normal Phineas-ness. Well, a few pages later, I have to pee (story of my dang life these days), so I head in. And immediately, I hear running water, and my first thought is "Hell, Sean's fix didn't work. I am going to have to call the annoying lady who yells into the phone from the property management company. Someone kill me." So I walk to the linen closet to get a towel for the floor.
As I step into the living room, my thoughts change to "F*CK! OMG! SEAN IS GOING TO KILL ME!" Evidently, he had not reattached the washer to the hose, and all the water that should have gone into the washer is now all over the motherflocking living room floor. I mean, it is a lake in there, people.
Note: This is not me. I am not nearly so bald, hairy, or un-round.
Sigh. I spent the next two hours with our little carpet washer thing sucking water out of the carpet a liter at a time. Kill me.
Thankfully Sean wasn't mad. I mean, don't get me wrong, he wasn't *happy* at all, but he didn't yell or seem too annoyed at me. But now our living room carpet's all torn up, and it smells like wet jankiness in there. Sean has undertaken replacing the carpet pad, so hopefully that works and it stops smelling so waterlogged gross in the house.
I am a moron. Get this babeh out of me- he's sapping all brain power.
So, I totally have a half-way (ok, all-the-way) dumbass story brought to you by yours truly. I know you're all still shocked from reading I've ever done anything stupid in my whole life, so I'll give you a moment to compose yourselves.
. . .
Feeling better? Ok, then. So we've been having some issues with our washing machine. Actually, take that back. The machine itself is fine. It's the hose that connects the water supply to the machine that's being a little a-hole these days. It keeps clogging and leaking. Which leads to water on the living room carpet. Which is annoying, but it's only a little water, and we've just gotten used to needing a towel beside the washer because the property management company/landlord (not sure who's really to blame) is a total a-hole as well and can't get a plumber out to the house who can fix it. Anyhow, I digress.
So, my very handy husband (seriously- he is uber handy) decides to try some things himself to stop the leaking hose. Don't ask me what these things were because I only half way paid attention. Something about a screen and removing residual soap from the hose. Anyhow, he instructs me not to do laundry for a full 24 after he completes said handy endeavors, and I dutifully comply (woot! I can put off laundry a whole nother day!). Sunday comes around, however, and I need clean undies for work, so I toss a load in and head out to the backyard to read.
I am majorly chilling in the sunshine when I hear the dog door flap and see the dog come flying around the corner of the house like a banshee. She's an odd little dog sometimes, so I just chalked up her behavior to normal Phineas-ness. Well, a few pages later, I have to pee (story of my dang life these days), so I head in. And immediately, I hear running water, and my first thought is "Hell, Sean's fix didn't work. I am going to have to call the annoying lady who yells into the phone from the property management company. Someone kill me." So I walk to the linen closet to get a towel for the floor.
As I step into the living room, my thoughts change to "F*CK! OMG! SEAN IS GOING TO KILL ME!" Evidently, he had not reattached the washer to the hose, and all the water that should have gone into the washer is now all over the motherflocking living room floor. I mean, it is a lake in there, people.
Note: This is not me. I am not nearly so bald, hairy, or un-round.
Sigh. I spent the next two hours with our little carpet washer thing sucking water out of the carpet a liter at a time. Kill me.
Thankfully Sean wasn't mad. I mean, don't get me wrong, he wasn't *happy* at all, but he didn't yell or seem too annoyed at me. But now our living room carpet's all torn up, and it smells like wet jankiness in there. Sean has undertaken replacing the carpet pad, so hopefully that works and it stops smelling so waterlogged gross in the house.
I am a moron. Get this babeh out of me- he's sapping all brain power.
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