36 week update

Well, we weathered the storm.

Actually, we never even lost power, so we did really well. Others, unfortunately, were not so lucky. My parents had a tree fall on their cabana (first world problems, I know), proving they literally cannot go through a hurricane without some kind of tree falling on some part of their property. More importantly, there are many people across Louisiana and Mississippi who have lost everything to Isaac, so let’s all keep them in our thoughts and prayers and just generally send good, happy vibes their way.

In the midst of all this, I am now 36 weeks pregnant, so so very close to being full term. I was supposed to go to the doctor yesterday, but thanks to Isaac the practice was closed. The doctor called me first thing this morning to see if I could come in today (how’s that for service). Apparently they aren’t joking when they say they want to see you EVERY WEEK from a certain point. She checked me “down there” for the first time, and naturally, there is absolutely nothing going on. As of right now I am still closed for business, if you catch my drift.

However, there are two things she never hazards a guess on: When baby will come and how much baby will weigh. As The Good Doctor said, “The only person who knows when that baby is coming is the baby herself and God. And unfortunately neither are going to give you much of a heads up.” Also, she said (and I knew this, but again, always nice to hear from a doctor), whether or not you dilate early has little to do with it; you can walk around for weeks dilated or be completely shut up there and go into labor the next day. You just never know.

I’m not super ready for her to leave the wet nest quite yet (still have a few things to get, plus our natural childbirth class isn’t until next weekend), so I’m okay if she hangs out till the end of the month. Even if I feel like I’m about to burst at the seams (the Braxton-Hicks contractions are definitely getting more frequent and stronger, which I am not enjoying). But, just in case we do have an early arrival, I am going to get everything we need for the hospital together this weekend as well as install the car seat. Better safe than sorry, you know?

Hanging in there

Sorry I’ve been MIA this past week. Life has been a little hectic lately. So this will just be a quick update from our iPad since John is sick and has commandeered the laptop (I’m trying to stay away as the last thing I need right now is a cold).

In addition to a sick husband, in the past 72 hours I have dealt with an electrical fire almost burning down my house, said fire knocking out our AC and hot water for a day (our hot water may still be out, I’m not sure), and now there is a hurricane heading towards Louisiana.

So obviously I haven’t really slept much since Friday. I am cranky and really want to wash my hair. I somehow managed to brave Wal Mart after work and lived to tell the tale, so at least we’re stocked up for the next couple of days.

I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to update this week. It all depends on the severity of the storm and how long power is out. Hopefully by late this week I’ll be able to get back in the swing of things. But in the mean time I’m going to try to enjoy an unexpected one and a half days off of work and eat some junk food (I’m pretty sure this is an unwritten rule for hurricane, junk food is basically required).

(And FYI, autocorrect makes writing posts extremely difficult. The more you know.)

To whom it may concern

An open letter to every person, ever:

You may have already noticed this, but I’m pregnant. If this shocked you in anyway, I’m sorry. I know when you walk into the office you probably weren’t expecting to see an eight month pregnant person standing there, but I wasn’t expecting you to be so rude about it either, so I guess we were both surprised. Yes, I’m aware I look like I’m about to pop any minute. But I would appreciate you keeping your mouth shut when I respond I still have a month left. Yes, a whole month! And thanks for pointing out how big my baby must be. We LOVE to hear that.

Look, I’m going to level with you here. Most days my patience level is at like, a two, while my crazy level is more like, say, an eleven. And at any minute I’m literally one misguided comment away from snapping at you or crying. And trust me, neither of us want that.

It’s clear to me a lot of the general public don’t know how to act and speak around pregnant parties. With that said, I’ve decided it’s time for someone to lay some ground rules for when you come across a pregnant woman. Don’t worry, there aren’t many, and none are complicated:

1. Be mindful of what you say.

I get it. Not everyone has a filter. I myself am guilty of saying whatever pops into my head from time to time. But, when you exclaim “You’re never gonna make it till September!” or “You’re so big!” or my personal favorite, “Are you sure it’s a girl? I think the doctor is wrong!” it’s very difficult for me to not say something incredibly rude back to you. So, food for thought: If what you are saying can in anyway be taken as rude or offensive, keep it to yourself. Stick with safe things like, “You’re glowing!” or “You look fantastic for ___ months!”

2. Keep your hands to yourself.

Look, I’ve said it before, so I’ll say it again. My belly is not open for business. Someone beat you to it, so unless you’re invited in for a belly rub, hands off.

3. Be aware and be kind.

A little compassion goes a long way, you know? The kindest things a stranger has done for me while I’ve been pregnant have been small, but they’ve meant a lot. Like letting me go ahead in line at the store when I’ve only got a couple things, waiting a little bit longer to hold the door while I waddle in from the parking lot, or picking something up that I’ve dropped. Nothing special, but it’s the little things, you know?

See? Not too difficult. Believe me, I understand the importance of keeping things simple, I AM pregnant after all. So let’s have a truce: If you make an effort to be more conscious of the pregnant parties around you, we promise not to cry in your presence. Everybody wins!

Sincerely,

Hot Shot Mama and pregnant women everywhere

 

Signed, sealed, ready to be delivered

I was at the hospital today for the obligatory “baby is coming” tour, which wasn’t entirely necessary since my SIL just had a baby last week so I’ve pretty much seen everything. I was actually there by myself, as I mixed up the dates and John had a flight (can we say awkward? I was literally the only daddy-less mommy in the group). I would have just skipped it, but I felt bad taking up a spot and then not showing.

It ended up being pretty useful because I was reminded of the “OB Express” system Woman’s has, where if you are within 45 days of your due date you can do all your paperwork ahead of time so it’s ready for you when you need it. Since I am a “plan and be prepared” type of person, I figured now is as good a time as any to get it done. And I’m within 40 days (that’s just a little over a month, if you’re keeping track) so why not?

The whole process took only a few minutes and was definitely worth it to not have to worry about signing papers while in the throws of labor. And being back at the hospital made me SO EXCITED for Baby A’s arrival, I cannot even tell you. I’m beyond ready to meet my little girl, see her precious face, and give her so much love.

(And also, if I’m being entirely honest here, I’m just really ready to not be pregnant anymore.)

34 week update

So I spent yesterday home from work on pelvic rest.

When I woke up yesterday, I just felt horrible. Not that I feel great most mornings, but yesterday was especially brutal. I was having intermittent cramps across my abdomen and back. They were quite a bit more intense than any I have had prior, but I decided to go to work anyway to see if it would fade away. I was only there about an hour before I called in to the doctor, who basically told me to go home, lay down, avoid activity, and drink a crap ton of water; if I started to feel worse I was to call back, but since Baby A was still moving really good and there was no bleeding she said I should be fine to wait till my appointment today.

I did as I was told, and towards the end of the day I did start to feel better. We talked about it extensively today at my appointment, and we decided it’s time for me to really start taking it easy, not only at home but also at work, and I also need to be more careful with how much time I spend outside in the heat (simply put, it’s really, really, REALLY hot down here right now). She wrote me a note basically saying I am to partake in “minimal physical activity and minimal time spent outside”.

My boss at work is super great and understanding, and I know he’s willing to do whatever is needed, so the excuse is mostly for me. I am a proactive people pleaser by nature, so if I see help is needed somewhere, I’m going to get up and do what needs to be done. Now, everyone can be on the same page about what I can and can’t do at eight months pregnant and beyond. The goal here is to work as long as possible and avoid bed rest, so this is a good step towards that.

In other news, we’re measuring 34 inches across my belly (right on target), and I weigh the same I did at the last appointment, making my total weight gain from pre-pregnancy weight still 17 pounds. Today was also my last biweekly appointment. From here on out, we’ll be seeing the good doctor weekly, and she’ll be checking to see “if there’s any action going on down there” (her words, not mine).

If I was looking for an indication that this is almost over, I think that’s it. I keep focusing on the 40 weeks of pregnancy and forget I’ll be full term in just three weeks. Three weeks is a lot closer than six, you know? It’s time to get things in order, just in case we have an early arrival. I’m going to start getting together our hospital bags this weekend, and I’m almost done with all of Baby A’s laundry. Six more weeks (or less)!

(BTW, baby clothes: Super cute until you have to wash them for the first time. Everything has multiple pieces, and they’re all connected by plastic and tape. And don’t get me started on trying to keep all the pieces parts together after they’ve been washed.)

Weekend recap

You know, for needing a break so badly, we definitely had a productive weekend. Yesterday, John and I ran errands. I am on a mission to find a bigger basket for Amelia’s room to house her ever growing collection of toys. I was unsuccessful, but we did get some much needed tools for organizing the closet. We visited some family members and capped off the night with a nice dinner together. Even though we didn’t do anything special, I really appreciated being able to spend the whole day with John. Because of our schedules it doesn’t happen often, so it was nice just to have alone time with my husband. Especially since pretty soon that’s going to be SEVERELY limited, I’m trying to make the most of it now.

John had a flight today, so I tried to accomplish some more necessary errands he can’t stand. Like grocery shopping, something I haven’t done in over two weeks (our cabinets and fridge were pretty barren). I cleaned the house in preparation for a couple special visitors and returned some duplicate gifts I’ve received and purchased two necessary baby items: A diaper bag and a crib mattress. My mom and dad came to see our place and the nursery and took me to lunch (I don’t care how old you are, you can always appreciate a free lunch, and the older I get the more I appreciate the time spent with my parents).

I’ve spent the rest of the day just laying around, watching So You Think You Can Dance on Hulu and reading. Overall, it’s been one of the nicest weekends I’ve had in a while. Even though it was productive it was still relaxing, and dare I say it, even fun. Plus, the nursery is almost done!


(I promise all of those things will be out of the crib when she’s actually using it).

All it really needs is a few finishing touches. My mom ordered a beautiful pad for the rocking chair that I can’t wait to get in there, I want to get some small storage baskets for the first couple shelves of the bookcase, we have some staggered shelves to hang on the other side of the window, and it still needs a dresser. But, it’s almost there! And in only 6.5 more weeks I get to rock my sweet baby girl in it. Cannot wait :).

Sometimes…

…you just don’t have the energy to do the things you planned.

I apologize for the light posting this week. It’s been difficult physically, emotionally, and it’s been hot as fried hell. I’m too drained to anything productive but also too restless to call it a night. So while I do have many things I want to write about and talk about, they will have to wait, because right now all I want to do is watch a bad movie and eat ice cream.

Our regularly scheduled pregnancy griping will resume shortly, I promise.