Yikes, I've been a bad journal keeper! 18 days and no entry...I guess that's a good sign that things have been going well and, well...uneventfully.
Two weeks ago now we had our 22 week appointment (copied and pasted)...
While I was expecting a dull, in-and-out deal, it was actually a fun appointment! Most of that was likely due to the fact that we got to see the midwife since my doctor is out of town, and she is so friendly!! She definitely loves her job, babies, and pregnancy. You can hear it in her voice. Just so excited and happy about talking to you about your pregnancy.
We went over the 20 week ultrasound results. All is good: no cleft lip, 3 vein cord, 4 chamber heart, good on dates, fluids look good, etc...BUT I have a low lying placenta (2cm above cervix). She's not concerned, I'm not concerned, but we get another ultrasound at 28 weeks! Yay! And, she told me that the hospital will turn on the 3D! I was like, "What? They have 3D?? Why didn't they turn it on at the 20 week?" She said it was too early...which, I've seen 3D earlier than 20 weeks so I don't know what she was talking about but I'm pretty stoked about getting it! By then the baby will have more defined facial features anyhow, which if I recall correctly, she said is the reason they wait. The baby won't be so skinny then, so he or she will look more life-like.
She thought the baby was really active and told me to get some good running shoes. And I measured 23 weeks (one ahead) by fundal height.
Out next appointment is in 4 weeks, then we start going every 2 weeks Seems so early! We'll do the glucose test at the first 2 week appointment, which is with the midwife again (I think, I could be confused).
Since the 22 week appointment things have been going well and I have been feeling great (besides an occasional sore back). Actually, my boss has ordered me a new chair, which I hope will help with the soreness I feel at work. It's a thousand dollar chair so it better be good! And he better not ever hang this chair over my head when it comes time to make the real decision on whether or not I'll be returning to work permanently. That would just suck to deal with. I don't think he'd do that, at least not to my face.
Over the weekend my mom and sister got to feel the baby move. The little bugger has been going crazy after taking a few days off, so I'm glad they were able to catch a couple of kicks. Carrin is especially sweet...she just loves that I am pregnant Makes me pretty darn happy, too!
We go to the hospital today to do the tour of the maternity floor and to pre-register. I can't believe we're doing this already! But today is 24 weeks, so the big day is only going to get closer. It's so crazy to think about. After talking to Val last night and hearing about her shellshock these past 2 weeks since Sophia was born, I can't stop thinking about how much life is going to change. It's great to hear her advice and experiences, being a new young mom herself, and she is definitely drilling in to my head the fact that I cannot totally prepare for what life will be after the baby comes...even with the advice and words of wisdom of millions of moms. You just don't know until it happens to you. And I love her honesty about it, though it intimidates the heck out of me!
Also indimidating me these days is the scale. It's doing a real good job of going up, and up, and up. I'm not really worried about it, I just still can't get used to the idea of all this weight piling on...especially when I don't even feel like I'm eating a lot of extra food. I know my body is better utilizing the food I do eat so that contributes to the scale...it's just so bizarre. I mean, I'm 3 pounds more today than I was just 7 days ago. That's NUTS! It also makes me wonder if I've gone through a growth spurt. I feel like my belly has gotten bigger every day this week, so maybe it's not just an illusion and the scale is a reflection of actual growth. That would be nice.
The hospital tour and pre-registration last night was interesting, albeit a little scary! Scott and I both commented on how the appointment was making things all too real. I about crapped my pants when she pulled out the birth certificate application! What the heck?!? Already?? Of course it's just to make things easier while we're there having the baby, but that was odd. That helped things really hit home for me.
The birth plan questionnaire was also really interesting. She asked all sorts of questions from who would like to cut the umbilical cord to whether we'll accept visitors, to what types of pain medication I may or may not be interested in. I wasn't prepared to answer some of the questions...like the pain meds one. We ended up marking "as needed" but I considered "don't offer" for a few moments. Then I admitted that I'm not actually committed to natural labor (though I would like to try), and it wouldn't bother me for a nurse to offer medication when she felt I might like it, so we went with "as needed." I also learned a little about Stadol, and will be looking in to using it before resorting to the epidural. I don't know if I'm crazy, stubborn, or just curious...but I would like to see what unmedicated labor is like.
Seeing the birthing rooms was another shock. It was crazy to think that sometime soon our baby will be born in one of those 4 rooms. Yes, that's right...one of four. Only 4 rooms!!! I hadn't realized just how small the hospital is until we went there last night and saw for ourself. It's small. It worries me a little that there isn't a NICU (which I've always known) but I researched today and found out there is a NICU at Salem Hospital, which I would guess is less than 30 miles away. Not too bad, but it makes me really miss Bend where there is a NICU, and makes we wish we were closer to Portland where lots of hospitals have NICUs. Hopefully its a moot point...but ya never know.
All in all the hospital tour and pre-registration was a neat experience, and an eye-opening one. We have a lot to do in the coming weeks, and I look forward to it.
I got my new chair at work! It's wonderful...and I feel so spoiled Yay, me!
We have our last 4 week appointment tonight. Hard to believe we'll be going every two weeks from now on. Going to the doctor will feel like just another errand...like going to the grocery store for instance! Crazy, crazy.
I don't expect anything spectacular at the appointment tonight. Maybe an order to schedule the follow up ultrasound to check on the low-lying placenta, and a heads up for the glucose screening in two weeks. God, I hope I pass that. I have been gaining weight like mad the last few weeks and that sorta scares me. I haven't been eating too incredibly terribly, but the scale is reflecting some serious poundage. I hope, hope, hope I don't have a sugar issue. That would just ruin me!
Scott painted the baby's room on Monday! I love, love, love the color. It's really just what I wanted and so perfect! It's called Sisal, by Ralph Lauren. It's the most perfect tan. Not purple-y, and not too green, yellow or orange either. It's just right!
Now I'd like to get some furniture in there! We've been shopping for a black dresser and have just had so-so luck. We found one we really like at a regular furniture store, but it's like $559 for the dresser and $289 for the end table. That's just too much, considering that our budget for a chair, dresser and end table is $1,200. Then there's the ottoman, too. Yikes. We decided the crap at BRU really isn't worth the money, nor is the actual "baby furniture" we've seen, so we'll probably stick with the regular furniture stores. We've had the best luck there so far.
Scott told me to order the Pack 'N Play, so you bet I won't hesitate on that! It's not available in the BRU stores we have here, so I'm just going to order it and get it now so I can have something to look at and play with. I'll be using it a lot (bedside) so I want to be really familiar with it...I just might even fill up the changing station on it
I think our room is going to be great. Scott's still a little hesitant about using Joey's maple crib and pairing it with black accessories, but I think it will look nice when it's all put together. We put the 8 X 10 Kauai pictures in the frames, and until we find the black dresser, we'll keep them in the wood tone. Who knows, we may not go black afterall!
Well, I'm pissed! The Pack 'N Play is "Temporarily Unavailable Online." How annoying is that?!?!? But don't worry...I'll be checking every day.
Last night's appointment was rather unimpressive. The doctor irritates me so badly sometimes! She doesn't really ask me any questions, and is just so vague. "The heart beat's good." "Your uterus is measuring fine." But what about the numbers...I want NUMBERS!! We got the heart rate out of her because Scott happened to ask whether the rate increases or slows over the course of the pregnancy so she talked about that for a moment and said, "It was 144 today." I was surprised she had even counted it, and I said, "Wow, you counted it fast!" (She listened for only a short period of time) and then she told me the doppler counted it. I never knew her doppler had a display...as she's never given me the rate before! That kind of thing just annoys me. Why not keep the patient informed, you know? But alas, she was busy and my baby's heart rate was likely of fairly low importance to her, as was the rest of our appointment, except her desire to stress to us that the end of the pregnancy will be here sooner than we know it and we need to get a carseat and stroller really soon, especailly if we're ordering something fancy like a Maclaren or Peg Perego I thought that was really weird for her to mention the fancy strollers. Maybe we seem like the shi-shi stroller type (which is unusual in Albany)...but we're all Graco! Thankfully she'll be gone in two weeks when we have our next appointment and I get to see the midwife again! YAY! She's so great
Oh, and...luckily Scott remembered on our way out the door to ask about the follow up ultrasound! She didn't even mention it! I bet she hasn't even read the 20 week ultrasound report since the midwife was with us for that appointment. Anyhow, I had to go back and bring it up to the nurse, and we have the follow up ultrasound to check on the low-lying placenta in three weeks.
In other news...my shower is scheduled for Sunday September 10! Shower...wow. It's just crazy to me all these things that are happening to get ready for the baby. It's all so real, but I know I'll have no idea until the baby is actually here. I'm getting the finishing touches on the addresses today so Brooke can send them out next week. Wild and Crazy!
Holy smokes! Can you believe it? I hardly can. I am beaming and thrilled, purely excited...and a little terrified Everyone is telling me the end is closer than we think. I don't take that comment with a grain of salt. I know they are right!
We made some head way in our preparations last weekend. We ordered a beautiful dresser and nightstand from Good Night Room and a Best Chair from Segal's. Both should be here in about 6 weeks, I think. The dresser and nightstand are in black finish, and the chair is a swivel glider recliner in camel. So excited! I can't wait to put them in the room. Scott also painted the frames for the Hawaii photos, and they look great. We also bought some plain white onesies this week. Little by little...getting things done.
I have been feeling quite well lately. Tired of course, but I'm so happy that I can say that I feel great with honesty when people ask. I know that's not the case for everyone, and I am very fortunate. However, sleep is becoming a little more difficult between staying comfortable and sleeping through the baby's kicks, but I suppose it's just training. It would be nice if I didn't have to get up at 5am and function socially and professionally after such sleepless nights, but that day is coming. Today I wanted so bad to stay in my sweats and curl up on the couch rather than shower and head to work. But who wouldn't want that?
I got to do the glucose screening yesterday, which was a bit of a fiasco between a power outage all across town and trying to get to the appointment on time for the 1 hour blood draw...but I made it there, only twenty minutes late. The nurse said twenty minutes likely wouldn't throw the results off too terribly. I hope not. I just really don't want to fast for 4 hours again! The drink I could handle fine, but it's the fasting that sorta got to me. I felt queasy with all that sugar and no real food for 4 hours. Actually, by the time we got out of the appointment and back to the car where my nectarine was waiting it was 6:30 and had been 6 hours since I had had any food. Yikes. Don't want to do that again. And *note to self* next time you ever have to do a glucose screening, take some food with you in to the appointment!
We got to meet with the midwife again for this appointment since the doctor was out of town. She showed us how the baby is positioned and even placed both of our hands so we could feel the little butt. So cute!
And I got a short lecture about weight gain. She wasn't exactly concerned that I didn't gain any weight in the last two weeks (actually, according to their scales I lost .8 pounds) but she did encourage me to eat some ice cream and try to gain a pound a week. She also mentioned that if this continued and I start to experience vomitting or heartburn that she would check my thyroid for any changes. I'm sure I was just in a lull. I had been concerned about gaining too much weight per week so I did make extra effort to work in more fruit and healthy snacks, so that may have had an impact. But I swear...I wasn't dieting and I will eat more. In fact, the guys at work just brought me a Frosty from Wendy's and I'm eating it now. It's not even that good...but I'm still eating it. BTW, did you know that Wendy's makes a Vanilla Frosty now? Mine's chocolate, but I thought that was weird.
Oh, and...we got the Pack N Play! It became available online within a few days so I ordered it up quick. It looks great...I love the pattern and colors and can't wait to place it next to the bed with our little babe in it!
Good grief. One day, 24 hours, is definitely enough to drive a girl completely nuts. It started with the trunkload of crap that she insists on bringing for a single overnight stay. Two suitcases, a cooler...make that two coolers, and a crate of her "special" food. Oh, there's also the entire shelf in my refrigerator that she occupied with her vials of drops from her "quack-tor" (I maintain that this guy is NOT a doctor), and her nightstand full of pill bottles. All this for "chronic fatigue syndrome." Whatever that is. Within 5 minutes she had my clean island counter overrun with her things and piles of photographs that 1) I have already seen and/or 2) are of people I don't even fricking know!! While she was getting her photos out I was sitting on the couch painting my toes, using a stool in front of me to hold my things and place my foot. What does she do??? She sticks photos of people I don't know right on the stool where I'm obviously doing something!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And she got offended because I asked her to move the pictures.
And I'm sure you're dying to hear more! Along with the 20 or so sheets of paper that she pulled out of a bag (things she wanted to show me, or things she wanted me to look up for her on the internet) was a copy of my registry that she had printed. Apparently, according to her, I didn't register for the right bouncy seat, and, I also got laid in to about the "Essential Sling" I registered for. The "Essential Sling" is a grab-n-go, over-the-shoulder mini diaper bag. She believed it to be an actual baby sling so I got a grilling of: "Have you tried it?" "You can't just buy one without trying it." "I tired Linda's and I'm going to get one just like it." I asked her why on Earth would she buy a $50 sling for herself, and she said to hold my baby in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now there's a couple of things wrong with this situation: 1) She doesn't have $50 to spend on a novelty baby item 2) She lives over an hour away and will not be watching our baby on a regular (if at all) basis 3) A sling is a parent's tool. It makes multi-tasking easier for the parents, and it places the baby in a comfortable position on the parent. She WILL NOT be multi-tasking while holding my baby, so there is NO NEED for her to have such a tool. It's just nuts for her to think she needs that. Nuts!!!
Scott, who is normally quite patient with my mom, finally reached the end of his rope with her. There was a tense moment in the car where he actually told her to "Shut the f*ck up" or he would "send her packing." It was uncomfortable, but honestly...required. She just doesn't know when to stop, and even after a display of frustration like that, she doesn't get that maybe she's been doing something to annoy someone. Never, in any situation, has she done something wrong. Scott is very concerned that her behavior is tainting her relationship with her unborn grandchild, and I can't say I disagree with him. I just don't know how to talk to her about it, because she won't get it. She's not one to sit down and have a conversation with, and I don't know what to do. I honestly don't. Scott is already adamant about not letting her wait in the waiting room at the hospital while the baby is being born, but I just don't see how I can do that to her, as much as I also want her to know that things regarding the baby will be on OUR terms.
Why, oh why can't I just have a normal relationship with my mother? Why do I have to always be the responsible adult?
My shower is fast approaching, and while I am giddy with excitement , I am STRESSED OUT about what I am going to wear! I want to be a cute preggo mama for this. I was so NOT cute at my bridal shower and I hate looking at those pictures. I don't want to feel the same way about this party and these pictures. So what to wear? I DON'T know! I've shopped and shopped, and I have found nothing suitable. I have one last shot the day before the shower to find something at Motherhood, so please hold out for me, Motherhood! I could really use you right now!!
And speaking of mothers...mine is back to her regular self. No mention whatsoever about what happened with Scott, except to complain about it to my brother. He, like all of us, didn't listen...he knew better. It just bothers me that she can carry on with me as though nothing happened but complain to Dave that "Scott doesn't like her anymore." Now she will probably never ask me again how Scott's doing, what Scott's doing, or anything about him. Instead, she'll pretend he doesn't exist rather than confronting the issue and trying to resolve the problem. It's so her way, and I can't freaking stand it. No wonder she massacres every relationship she has. She ignores it the second there's any problem. Anyhow...I'm nervous about her at the shower. She's just so not pleasant to be around. In some way she will demand attention, and unfortunately it will be negative attention. So embarrassing. I wish Carrin was going to be there to help moderate her conversations, but no love there. I wish Carrin were here for many OTHER reasons too, not just to ease the uneasiness of mom. I miss her, and I hate that she's missing this part of my life. But alas...I love her dearly and she'll be there in spirit!