|September 5, 2013||Filled under Oh baby!|
These days my skin is itching like crazy and I practically bathe in cocoa butter twice a day (sometimes more!). I look like I’m smuggling a melon under my shirt (and two more in my bra!). My hips ache from all the pressure when I lay on one side for too long, and you can actually see my entire belly move when he’s kicking up a storm. I guess you can say I’m really feeling pregnant now!
Random strangers are always asking me how far along I am, and the baby’s name and I really enjoy the extra attention. I think I almost gave the Dunkin Donuts guy a heart attack the other morning though. I was in the drive through before work ordering my favorite (decaf) iced caramel latte, and when I pulled up to the window he asked “boy or girl?”. It was early and I was still out of it (I miss caffeine!!) and I just looked at him with what I’m sure was a crazy face. He instantly looked worried as he quietly explained “you…you’re pregnant right?” Why yes, yes I am! We had a good laugh over it and he was obviously relieved that he did not just ask a non-pregnant woman if she was with child!
On a more serious note – during my recent visit with the prenatal specialist (I go every month to check my cervix since I had precancerous cells removed twice in the past) I knew it would’ve been my last appointment if everything looked good, but we weren’t so lucky. We learned that my cervix shortened (something I’ve been afraid of since the beginning) and was put on a more strict, but not full, bed rest and a daily dose of progesterone to hopefully keep our little guy inside as long as possible. Hearing you’re at risk for pre-term labor is not something anyone wants to hear, but we’re trying to make the best of a tough situation and follow doctor’s orders. Truthfully, I am really just trying not to think about it.
Corey has been such an amazing help by taking on all the cooking, cleaning, and basically becoming my servant 24/7. I am a textbook control freak and all I want to do is clean! and organize! Maybe this is the nesting phase I hear so much about? But I know I’ll have plenty of time for all that when our little man arrives and sometimes I have to literally banish myself to the bedroom (from the couch) just so I don’t have to look at the accumulating piles (which are hardly anything really) and specs of dust that stress me out so much. I really couldn’t ask for a more supportive partner through all this though. He constantly asks me if I need anything, how I’m feeling, how much water I’ve drank today, and never lets me forget a vitamin or my medication.
Our next appointment with the specialist is in 2 weeks and on my birthday (I also have to take my glucose test that same morning! Blah!). All I want for my birthday this year is a good visit with the doctor and a healthy baby.
And here’s a picture from our last ultrasound (24 weeks). This one of the only ones where he doesn’t have his hands in front of his face. I hope he’s a little less camera shy when we do our 3D ultrasound in a few weeks!
|August 9, 2013||Filled under Oh baby!|
22 weeks…we are moving right along around here. This is the stage of pregnancy where everyone says you will feel “wonderful” and “full of energy” and while I’m not gagging at the smell of certain foods (chicken…bleh!) and sleeping by 6pm, I am still completely exhausted at the end of the day (even though I spend most of it sitting behind a desk). After dinner I head straight for my pajamas and a big bowl of ice cream (and maybe a pickle…or three). Food just tastes so much better now than I remember it!
And another note on the not so lovely side of pregnancy…I have a confession to make: I wet the bed for the first time the other night. Yes, it’s true. I was just having a conversation with my mom about wanting to buy a mattress protector after one too many close calls and well, it looks like I need it sooner than I thought. Luckily, our mattress and my beloved boppy pillow were spared but my shorts weren’t as lucky. I’ll be strolling the plastic sheet aisle of Target this weekend.
On the brighter side of things, I am totally in love with the strong kicks I’m feeling these days. They’re not a mistakable little flutter anymore. This little guy is doing karate kicks inside my belly and I can’t get enough of it. Corey was even able to feel it a few times and is always asking me “is he kicking now?” to try and get another feel. I know I’ll miss the kicks when they’re gone so I’m trying to savor each and every one. Of course, when they are gone I’ll have something even more incredible to enjoy but for now…these kicks are my jam!
|July 12, 2013||Filled under Oh baby!|
I can’t believe I’m almost halfway through this pregnancy! It seems like just yesterday I was breaking open those home pregnancy test boxes and waiting for the results (funny story: it was actually April Fools Day when I woke up with the strange urge to take the test, so when I got a positive result at 7am I stopped at Walgreens on my lunch break to buy a 3 pack to make sure I wasn’t playing some cruel joke on myself. Two more tests later, and it was confirmed. I actually saved the last test just in case Corey didn’t believe me when I told him!)
My clothes are fitting tighter (or not fitting at all) and I bought my first round of maternity pants and shorts. That stretchy waist band is a life saver! I am really looking forward to a big(er) round(er) belly and feeling all the little kicks and punches. I’ve been feeling him move for about a week now, but it doesn’t feel like kicks at all. It’s more like tiny carbonation bubbles popping inside my stomach. Either way, I love every second of it.
I’ve been going kind of stir crazy lately since I’ve basically been put on bed rest for probably the entire pregnancy. While the bed rest is not “official” the doctors did tell me that I need to stay off my feet as much as possible, no lifting more than 10 pounds, and to increase my fluids because I’ve been spotting since week 13 (which is apparently very common, but still scary!).
1 scary emergency room visit and 2 frantic doctors office visits (one of which was just this Wednesday) later I learned my lesson and am basically chained to the couch or the bed as soon as I get home from my day job. Any time my feet touch the floor Corey gets this crazed look in his eyes and says “what do you think you’re doing?!” I know I should enjoy the pampering and the lounging in front of the tv while it lasts (my mom told me I’d be like chopped liver once the baby comes!), but I am not the lay around kind of person. I like to be moving, and working on projects, and cleaning. But, doctors orders!
The only perk to all these doctor visits is seeing our SON (still so crazy!) move around on the ultrasound machine and coming home with new pictures. It never gets old.