I hardly update much because pretty much things with my pregnancy have been going great. No problems have a risen (although I wake up with muscle pain oh joy!) and this pregnancy is pretty much moving along easily. A little too easy, I am just waiting for the "other shoe to drop" as the saying goes. What if I haven't had any complications because it is just setting me up for something big in the future? I tell you I am such a pessimist and worry wart.
So my work place is shutting their doors (we are division of a bigger company but this division isn't getting enough work to stay open) at the very beginning of March, horror! But the upside is they have an at-home-position which would be perfect for someone in my situation. It's only part time but you get paid based on speed and accuracy and I am verifier so I think I can make a decent pay check. I am still going to keep my options open.
Wednesday I went for my 3rd pre-natal check up, it was pretty much your run of the mill visit. I did give up more of my blood to see if I have a chance to be the carrier of a child with downs syndrome. I will know in 2 weeks the results and we will go from there. If they think there is a possibility that the child could have it I might end up getting an Amniocentesis which I really really really prefer not to happen. Oh and in one more month, March 20 to be exact, I get to go get an ultrasound and see what sex the baby is!!!!!!! I can't wait, a month seems so far away.
P.S. My husband and I have gone to the dark side, we bought a . . . .
A/K/A a gas guzzeling SUV. It is considered the family car but technically I like to look at it as my vehicle.
Decided to be brave and show off my pregnant tummy. (See end of entry for photo)
I've been sick since last Friday with a bad cold, it didn't keep my husband and I from going to the beach that weekend though and thankfully the worst of my sickness wasn't until Sunday evening when we were back home. I called my OB Monday and talked to one of the nurses about what medicine is safe to take and thankfully I could take Sudafed and some Robitusm DM. So suffice to say I have been drugged out for most of my sick days.
And boy did my belly seem to grow in a week! I now can barely fit into my tie string pants, I was hoping to wear those for quite some time. I am now left with just 3 pants I can fit in (and they are maternity pants). The downfall of my stomach getting bigger is I wake up with hip pain like every hour in the night and I just can't get comfortable. Oh, what fun it's going to be when I am really showing!
So 2 weeks ago on February 27 I celebrated my 23 years of living. I never imagined when I was "younger" that I would end up married with a kid on the way at this age. It wasn't what I had planned for my life just yet but I wouldn't have it any other way, this all was meant to be. For once I am truely happy with no fear of the happiness leaving me like I usually do when I am at a good place in my life.
The blood test, the one I talked about in the previous entry, came back in only one week and it was negative! Such a relief.
I am now working at home and so far am enjoying it and find myself working more than I thought I would. The motivation to work is still a little hard to gather up. I usually work from 8-11am and 12-3pm four days a week. The money isn't that bad either despite the part time hours.
Last two weekends have been busy. Went to a friend's wedding and to the beautiful Outer Banks.
Then the big question I had so desperately wanted answered was found out 2 weeks ago. Steven and I are expecting a BOY! and his name will be Jacob Logan. View image for ultrasound
I need to scan the picture of him giving us the middle finger during the ultrasound and I wish you could have seen him hiccuping the whole time (must have been that Mountain Dew I drank to give the boy a jolt for the ultrasound).
Boy has he been a very active little baby today kicking mommy dearest in the stomach. It's a weird feeling, I still find it hard to believe that a tiny human being is doing all that weird stuff to my stomach. He's kicks are getting harder, hard enough that I and Steven got to feel it with our hand. It only happened once but I know I can expect to feel it more and more as I get bigger and bigger.
The past weekend, what once was my room when I was growing up, was turned into what will become my son's room. The old ratty carpet was ripped out and tile was placed down. The god awful pink painted walls (it was not my idea when it was my room, I hate pink) were painted a cheery yellow color. A classic Winnie The Pooh border was added where the wall meets the ceiling. And with much cussing and frustration the crib/changing table was put together by Steven. Now all we need are a few more essentials and the room will be ready for Jake's arrival. To see the complete room just makes this pregnancy seem even more real because even after I've seen the ultrasound, heard his heartbeat, felt him kick me it still just doesn't seem real that I am carrying a new life inside me and that he will be here before I know it.
I was laying on my back on my bed as Jake started kicking the crap out of me. I was watching my stomach and what do I see with my own two eyes? My stomach jump with each swift kick he delivered to my stomach. That's my little soccer player!
Things are still running pretty smoothly with my pregnancy but there are two things that are bothering me (both dealable though). I am always hungry! I find myself constantly going to the kitchen to fix me up something to eat (occupational hazard of working at home) and I really need to watch my weight! Second is my sleep has left much to be desired. I wake up in the middle of the night and have trouble falling back asleep quickly. And I am in pain! Whatever side I am sleeping on I will have a pain on my hip or back on that side. Which has me worried about how it's all going to be when I get bigger and bigger.
So tomorrow I will be 28 weeks which marks the beginning of my 3rd trimester. Where did the time go? Seems like December, when I found out I was pregnant, happened just yesterday. Only 12 more weeks to go and I don't feel anywhere close to being ready for the new journey I am soon to embark on. Can you ever be truly be ready for your first child?
As I am typing this Jake is kicking me, I swear he knows when I am thinking about him and talking about him and writing about him. His kicks are quite strong when he wants to.
Two weeks ago I went for a doctor appointment. It was a very very very short visit, the wait in the waiting room being longer than anything. She measured my tummy, right on track, and asked me if I had any questions which I never do (any questions I dio want to ask I always draw a big fat blank on). She told me next appointment I would be taking another glucose test (I took one when I was 12 weeks) which I'm fine with unless I find out I have to take the 3 hour one. The 1 hour one wasn't that bad, even the drink, but the drink made my breakfast come up in the back of my throat. My next appointment is in 2 more weeks, the week I turn 30 weeks!!!!
Well hello 3rd trimester, I hope you treat me right like the other 2 trimesters!! Although I have a feeling I am going to have a rough 3rd trimester being that the other 2 were pretty much easy. Holy crap I can't believe that I am on the final stretch!!!
Finally got off my toucas and called the maternity center at the hospital I am going to give birth at and schedule a tour of their facilities. They are fixing up a new and expanded maternity ward but alas it won't be ready till fall of this year. Anywho I go for a tour the beginning of next month. I decided while on the phone with them to also schedule for their breastfeeding class which I am taking on July 6.
Found out the past 2 days that 2 of my friends are going to be mothers. One for the first time and another for the 2nd time (she has a 1 year old cute as a button girl). They have a long way to go, I couldn't imagine having to start back at first trimester again.
More and more I find myself start freaking out a little bit that I soon will give birth to my first child. There is so many more things I have to do and buy, I just don't feel like I will ever be ready to be a mom, it can be quite overwhelming.
Tuesday went to my 29 week appointment. Drank that oh so sweet Fruit Punch tasting glucose drink and found myself burping up that drink all morning. Waited forever to see the damn doctor only to see him for 5 minutes. Then some lady poked me and took my blood, I'm becoming a pro at getting a shot. I won't be going back to the doctor for another 4 weeks unless of course, knock on wood it doesn't happen, I fail the glucose test.
Again took my photo a day early, here is my "30 week belly"
BTW (going to jinx myself though) I have had 3 decent nights of sleep with hardly any pain!