Well, Meghan...we missed getting this started for you in a timely fashion but hopefully you'll share with us what's left of your pregnancy journey as well as the birth of your LO! Please tell us about yourself!
Oh goody, another baby soon! I'd love to hear about you and your family.
Ivy (4) visits Nana
Yea Meghan, welcome to your lodge--can't wait to hear more.
Mommy to Max (8/23/05) and Gracie (6/22/07)
welcome to your lodge, hope you are doing well
<3 Dh Jason 3/22/03
Baby #4 11/24/13
I've already adopted Meghan as my "homebirth buddy" on the homebirth board so I'll pm her and make sure she catches her lodge before she has this baby!
Welcome to your lodge Meghan!
Hi! Thanks for the lodge--I'll try to actually get a few posts in it.
I'm still working full-time (sort-of; my 8-hour days have turned into 5 and 6-hour days this week) and with the two kids and my husband also wanting attention I can't seem to find much time to catch up on others' lodges and write posts like I want to...
I decided to work up until the day I went into labor (like I did with the other pregnancies) so that I could have more time off after the baby is born, but I wish I could know what day that will be... then I'd take the last 2 or 3 days off so I could actually let myself turn the focus inward and really be present during the end of the pregnancy.
On the other hand, it's not like I'm comfortable most of the time at this point, so I suppose the distraction of work is probably a Very Good Thing!!
Have a conference call with work in 5 minutes, so no time to write a real post. Hopefully I can get back on later today and write my introduction.
Timing my contractions again this morning... they were down to every 5 or 6 minutes for a short while, but looks like they're back up to 20+. Yuck, I hate the false labors at the end of pregnancy!!! I'm trying to ignore the contractions, but I'm still at the point of getting excited every time they start to get close together for a while. I'm sure that will wear off soon... my midwife guesses I've got one more week. We'll see if her intuition is right.
Hi everyone! Looks like I have a few minutes to work on my intro post, so here we go...
"Succinct" and "concise" are apparently not in my writing vocabulary, so apologies in advance for what will probably be a long post!
I live in Minnesota, in a house with my stepson (12) and daughter (, and husband.
My 12-year-old is very excited about the idea of having a little brother! He can't wait to teach his brother all about skateboarding and how to play video games and show him all his favorite movies. I don't think he quite realizes how long it's going to be before his new brother is ready for any of that... but he insists he'll be happy enough if he's just allowed to put Xander on the floor nearby while he sits in his beanbag and plays video games.
My 8-year-old daughter is NOT happy about the impending arrival. She's come to grudgingly tolerate hearing about the baby over the past few months (she no longer melts down and starts crying, insisting she doesn't want a new person in our family), but change is very hard for her. She also feels very strongly about patterns, and a new kid disrupts so many of the patterns of our family structure that she's having a really hard time adjusting (for instance, we have two adults and two kids, two boys and two girls. By age, we're sorted boy-girl-boy-girl, and by size. Adding a fifth person of any gender disrupts her patterns.) She'll slowly get used to it, though, it's just a good thing we've had months to ease her into the idea so she doesn't completely fall apart when he's born.
I had never planned on having another baby, so I'm trying to enjoy this whole experience to the fullest, even if it was unplanned!
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I wasn't eating well, wasn't getting enough sleep (I got up to catch my bus to work at 5:30 am for an 8-4:30 shift, but I also had to be up to pick up my husband from work at 2 am--and since he worked an opposite shift from me, we only really had waking time together one day per week). My memories of that whole time are a fog; I didn't have energy or free time to stop and focus on what was going on, how I was feeling, think about my soon-to-come baby, anything.
Our son was 3 at the time and he was VERY VERY energetic. And very demanding of attention at all times. To give a short example... besides not ever being still, he had incredible ability to keep going on something. He'd ask the same question over and over if he didn't like the answer. One day, I was sitting exhausted on the couch and he asked if he could have some milk. I said "no" (he has Type 1 diabetes and with the insulins he had at that time, he couldn't just have carbs anytime he wanted.) So he asked again. I said "no" again. He asked again... and again... and again. I was curious how long he would keep it up, so I started counting. I counted 542 times that he asked before I couldn't stand it anymore and sent him to his room so I could have a break before I lost it.
Anyway--he's now on Concerta (similar to Ritalin) and that transformed his life tremendously. Both kids have been in school for most of the pregnancy, so if I took a day off to rest, I actually got a quiet day at home. And best of all--I'm working a job with very flexible hours, and where my bosses actually have been encouraging me to telecommute as much as I want to! (They're trusting me to be responsible about when I should be present in person for meetings, etc.)
I'm working as a software consultant--basically, a computer programmer who doesn't sign on with one particular corporation, but I work for a small company and I sign on with various companies to help them with software projects. Usually I go in on a three-month contract, that turns into 1-3 years.
My consulting company is really just 6 of us independent contractors who got together and agreed to tithe some of our pay to one person to manage the taxes, benefits, etc. for us so we don't all have to do the paperwork. So there's no HR department, no paid vacation or maternity leave or anything like that. But we have a great health plan (the six of us made a decision together on which plan to pick), and because there's almost no overhead, my take-home pay is quite a bit higher than it would be if I worked for a big company.
The idea is, you take that extra pay and stick it in a bank account, and that becomes your own personal PTO bucket--you take as much time off as you want, you can pay yourself out of that bank account (until it runs out, of course). Fortunately, we've had no financial setbacks so I've been able to keep plugging money into that bucket for years, and that's going to allow me to take a full month off after Xander is born.
I'm very excited--with my first baby, I went back to work basically right away (long story that I won't get into, but I was 16, gave that baby up for adoption, and pretty much put it all behind me and pretended it never happened). With my second baby--my daughter--even though my husband and I were both working full-time, we were barely making enough money to scrape by, and all I could afford to take off was 5 business days. She was born on a Friday, and a week from the next Monday, I was back at work full-time. My husband's job provided family leave benefits, so he was able to stay at home for three weeks paid. (My job would have allowed me to stay home unpaid, but not paid... and we couldn't afford to lose the money.)
So... a whole month!!! People at my current job keep expressing shock or even disbelief that I'm not taking more time off than that, but a month seems like a dream to me. And now that my husband is a stay-at-home dad (ever since I managed to get into computer programming and make enough to support the family), I'm the sole income. I just don't feel comfortable staying out of work longer than a month...
Well, guess I'll stop my introduction there for now. It's noon and Xander's kicking incessantly to remind me to eat something, plus the heartburn is getting awful. Definitely time to take a break and take care of myself!!
I'll post more when I can... if I'm boring you, this is probably a good point to stop reading my posts!! LOL
Back again - 3 in the morning here. :P
Fortunately, I napped from 6-8 pm because I put in a very full 8-hour day at work (even if I am just dialed in from home, working on a laptop!) I kept intending to take a break, but then I'd decide to get just one more thing done... and before I knew it, 8 hours had gone by and I'd barely stopped to gulp down food at lunchtime.
The pattern the past few days was to get contractions that slowly would get stronger and closer together until they hit ~10 minutes apart, stay there for an hour or so, then jump to 30 minutes apart... then gone. They were getting to the 10 minutes apart point around 10 pm, so by midnight I could go to bed.
Well, tonight I was barely having anything at 10, so I thought maybe I'd actually get to sleep! Except I couldn't go to bed with my husband at 11, because Xander was WIDE awake and kicking up a storm--I tried to lie down, and the heartburn forced me right back up.
Ok, well no biggie--I've been getting to bed around midnight and I hoped Xander would be asleep by then. Read a book until around 1 am, when Xander finally quieted down and I figured I could attempt to lie down again.
Made myself lie in bed for 20 minutes... but the contractions were getting stronger and after I gagged and just about threw up (sorry TMI) at 1:20, I decided it was useless.
Been standing at the kitchen table working on a puzzle ever since. I can't even sit down for long--the contractions just make the heartburn too bad to stay that way. Plus, they're strong enough to be pretty uncomfortable; being able to "dance" in place and hula my hips around seems to help. I've been doing my best to block them out while working on the puzzle, but tracking the timing because when they hit their peak, I'll realize that I'm swaying strongly in place, whispering "ouch,ouch,ouch" to myself. LOL. They're staying 11-13 minutes apart, and have been for two hours now...
I don't know whether to hope this actually turns into something so I can finally say goodbye to the horrible heartburn, or hope that they fade away so I can get some real sleep before I actually do go into labor!!!
I'm very glad now that I made a special trip to Target to buy a puzzle; it's certainly helping distract me. And that I asked my mom and sisters to lend me some of their favorite books; when my eyes won't focus on the puzzle anymore, at least I know I can dig into one of the grocery bags and pull out a new book. (I thought they'd each give me one or two books... instead, every one of them showed up at the baby shower with a bag of 7-10 books!!! And since I have 5 sisters, that's a lot of books!)