I just wish I could say birth would kill my mommyzilla tendencies, but I know post partum hormones and lack of sleep won't help much.
To add to the bad news, Dh has time off saved - BUT - during the summer is when engineering firms get busy, and he has a lot of work coming. He told me today he expects to be able to take off *maybe* five days!
JUST ONE WEEK?! I may just die. Or kill him. And his boss. I haven't decided yet.
Can we cue panic music?!
He has several WEEKS saved, but he can't use them. Are you kidding me?! We've been planning him to take a few weeks off or do half days for MONTHS and NOW he springs this on me? ARGH! I am officially rescinding his 'good husband' status for the day
Last edited by SaucyVidel; 07-03-2008 at 06:17 AM.
Ugh, I feel for you Taryl! My DH is self employed, so he never takes significant time off after the birth either. However, I do have family close, so it's not as big of a deal. Will your ILs lend a hand with Callie (or would you prefer them not to do so )?
I'm sorry this is coming up unexpected! big hugs!
((Hugs)) Taryl. I'm sorry DH can't take off much more time. If I didn't have a live in nanny, I'd cry. Ryan has about 60 hours saved up and he may or may not take all of those off.
Ryan and Rachael
Parents to Chase, Abby, Hunter, Rachel, Caleb, Hannah & Nate
~Remembering sweet baby Oliver, born to Heaven October 20, 2009, & keeping Carole in our prayers~
Taryl, I'm sorry your DH can't take off more time! My DH will not be able to take much time off either. He contracts out and is booked SEVERAL days in July as well as out of town in July and August. I'm lucky my mom is close I can use her when I need her. You are lucky your DH is so WONDERFUL! I'm glad your cake was yummy!
I am so sorry to hear about your dh not being able to take time off. That is tough but I am sure you will be able to handle it but I hope you can figure some other arrangements.
Mommy to three gorgeous girls
at 6 weeks 22/10/09
It was a fairly routine appointment to start out with, and less stressful than some that I've done because I was EARLY, not late as usual (DH was shocked - but you know if I left five minutes later I'd have been 20 minutes late!). DH and Callie came back with me for the first time, usually they just play in the waiting room (there are toys in all the checkup rooms as well) but since there is more going on at each appointment and possibly decisions on my care DH needs to be involved in, I figured it was about time.
I didn't gain any weight this week, so I am still up just 5 this pregnancy. But despite lots of water and a really strong urge to pee I had total performance anxiety and had to try to get my protein and glucose readings again later. I swear it feels like I have a UTI, but every time they swab I'm fine. Le sigh.
The appointment was with Trina, the midwife I'd seen the least (and who I am not as naturally close with as the other two) but I must say it went surprisingly well. Our personalities are different, but nothing unbridgable. Anyway we went through the motions. She ended up taking out the ultrasound again to double check the baby's position (I think I've undermined their confidence in palpitating ) and of course the kid had rolled over and was laying, somewhat awkwardly, on my right side instead of the standard left. But all looked good other than that. Despite a ton of pelvic and bladder pressure she said the baby was still floating somewhat, which makes me think the head might be turned a bit and that is why I am getting that funky pressure.
She took my blood pressure and it wasn't great - 128/88... much higher than last week. I mentioned to her the waves of strong fatigue I've been having, where I'll be doing something normal and then my vision kind of goes grey and I just HAVE to lean against something or I'll collapse - it's too hard to even lift my arms.. and that couples with that blood pressure reading had her a bit concerned. It is definitely different than the normal pregnancy fatigue I've had before, but I kind of figured the baby was just laying on something important like, oh, my vena cava for example!
She seemed to think low blood sugar may have been a factor, but she wanted my urine results just to be sure and eliminate protein as a problem (as it was elevated last week). But alas, due to the performance anxiety I hadn't taken that reading yet. I went back and tried again and managed to eke out a pitiful amount, but enough to get a reading.
It was DARK! It looked to be around 100 ppm which is extremely high. I was shocked and had her come it to verify the reading.
Well poo. That started a cascade of tests! Since I have had a problem getting clean readings before due to a fairly leaky set of girly bits. She wanted me to do a clean catch and a blood draw as well. I HAD *BARELY* BEEN ABLE TO GET OUT THE LAST URINE READING! Ugh. So Peter was in the middle of the work day, Callie was getting fussy, and I had to sit around, drink water, and do a bunch of lab work.
I asked them if I could head out and come back later for the draw and clean catch after I refueled, as it were, and they said that was fine. So we went back to his office and decided to call his mom to see if she could watch Callie while I ran around drinking water and running some errands before the labs. Trina expressed that no matter what the results were she wanted me to get a blood pressure cuff and start taking at home readings, as well as come in for a general check on Monday, before my Thursday appointment.
Grandma was working the campaign office, unsurprisingly, and said she'd love to take Callie. So it was a quick 15 minutes over to the downtown office. I felt terrible doing it so last minute, and Callie really needed a nap soon as well as more food, but Grandma took care of it.
I kept chugging water and headed back towards the birth center, stopped at a (packed) Fred Meyer and bought the cuff ($60, I was sad!), and then proceeded to wait about a half hour in a Wendy's drivethrough only to get an entirely wrong order. *sigh*
Still, I made it back to the birth center without BURSTING from the building urine I was determined to hold and did the cleanest catch I could manage - they actually had me insert a tampon to deal with the cervical fluid in addition to the normal sterile wipe routine. I, fortunately, had no trouble getting a sample THIS time, though for the pain of the urge it was STILL a pitifully small amount. I went ahead and cheated and dipped my own sample out of curiosity and FORTUNATELY it was barely trace, which seems more likely. Cervical fluid is high in protein and throws off those readings.
Still, if they're checking for a UTI and all the other good stuff having the sample is useful, anyway. They still wanted to do a draw and double check that things looked okay, as well as having me log my pressures at home closely just to be sure.
My initial appointment was at 1:15, so I left the house with Callie at noon. By the time these labs were done it was past 4:00. Yeah. Callie was not thrilled. But apparently she was a good girl for Grandma and helped her inflate the helium campaign balloons, I had packed some extra snacks with her just in case and between those and what Grandma had she had enough food that she wasn't too hungry. She had never fallen asleep with the car seat front facing before, and by the time I pulled myself out of the roadside parking (25 cents for 12 minutes ) she was dead asleep.
Overall it was a good appointment, but just a PAIN with the blood pressure and protein issues. Even with the protein in acceptable ranges that doesn't change the fact that I've been feeling more and more weak, for whatever reason. I still feel 'good' by my own assertion, but the blah and exhaustion is taking over a bit more than I'd like.
And of course, now that I am term they may start pushing for inductions if they feel the need. And since my body isn't ready on its own yet that makes me say HELL NO!
I do get the feeling I may go into labor on my own by 39-ish weeks, but I won 't be disappointed too much if I don't. I just would love to go precipitously so I don't HAVE to worry about induction, you know?
Meh. I am not sure HOW I feel about all the developments, to be frank. I feel pretty good but acknowledge my body isn't handling it as well as I'd like, and feeling like I'm going to pass out in random intervals doing a whole lot of nothing isn't preferable, either!
It looks like the tests will turn up nothing significant, so we're in a holding pattern for now. A part of me is grateful just as a part of me is a bit annoyed. Oh well!
It was a long, long day.
Oh, gosh Taryl, I'm so sorry you had to deal with such a long, frustrating, and tiring day. You know, I get those weak, near-fainting spells too sometimes . . . I wonder what the heck it is.