This is a pretty long video, and if you aren’t a parent of a child with a limb difference (or somebody living with one yourself) I’m not sure you’ll give a hoot, but it inspired me. My husband is a musician (he plays guitar and bass) and one of the things he was sad about when we found out about our daughter’s limb difference was that she would never be able to play an instrument. Well, maybe she will.
So yeah. 29 weeks. I had an ultrasound this week. Apparently, my baby is big. And I have a whole lot of amniotic fluid. Like, on the high end of normal. Because what I really needed was for something else to freak me out. I’m just saying. Anyway, I’m doing away with the whole measurements and produce comparisons, because apparently my baby is so big that the doctor felt the need to compare her to Godzilla. I’m pretty annoyed about it. In case you couldn’t tell. In better news, I also had a doctor appointment and I passed my glucose test. Though everyone was shocked about it at the ultrasound office because of my GIANT FREAKY BABY. Are you SURE you passed your glucose test? Do doctors not know that pregnant women are already freaked out about pretty much everything? Especially pregnant women who already had abnormal bleeding, a short cervix, and a baby who is missing a hand? And then all he said after that was “it’s really nothing to worry about, but we’ll need to see you again in 6 months because there’s a slight danger of premature labor”. Yeah. Nothing to worry about. NOTHING.
I’m kind of in a bad mood about it. So I think I’m done with the blogging for this week.
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And finally the literature (by which I mean emails from pregnancy websites) agrees with me, I am in the third trimester. The home stretch! Holy nuts! In as few as 10 weeks (or as many as 14 – boo) I will have a brand new human being to take care of! I’m not at all nervous. Nor does it feel at all bizarre. In case you haven’t been trained to spot sarcasm, that was it. It feels very strange to know that a little human is going to come out of me, and that I will then be entirely responsible for its survival. Wowsers.
This week lil’ L is the size of an eggplant – oooo! ahhhh! She weighs roughly 2 & 1/2 pounds and is almost 15 inches long. Still smaller than my cats. In fact, when she’s born she will probably still be smaller than my cats. They’re pretty big cats. According to all of everything I ever see, hear, or read about pregnancy (and it’s quite a bit), my baby could now survive outside the womb if she were to be born this prematurely, but it would be much better to try to keep her in until at least 37 weeks. Um, really? As if there’s anything I can do about it! I’ve never felt less in control of anything in my life. I guess I COULD stop all of that horseback riding and jogging I’ve been doing. And maybe lay off the Pitocin. Seriously. I pretty much spend my days sitting on my butt or lying on my side because it’s too hot to do anything, I can barely walk, and I’m too tired to get off my ass.
I can tell that the baby is getting bigger because the kicks are getting stronger. Sometimes they aren’t even kicks, it feels like she’s just rolling over or something and jabbing me in the stomach along the way. When she lodges herself down in my lower pelvic region its difficult to walk. And AND sometimes she does one of her kung fu moves on my bladder with so much force and so quickly that even if I just went to the bathroom I’m in danger of wetting myself. Not cool, baby. Not cool. Other than that things are okay. I’m totally exhausted all of the time, even though I sleep roughly 10 hours a night. Okay, let me rephrase that. I’m in bed roughly 10 hours a night – who knows how much time is lost with the getting up and peeing. And with the waking up with shooting pains in one or both hips and having to heave myself over onto my other side. Yeah. I’m not sleeping well. Therefore, I am tired. It could be worse, though. And probably will be. This is, afterall, the trimester that is known for such delightful symptoms as Braxton Hicks contractions and leaky boobs. Party!
We went to our first of 2 childbirth classes this week. Surprisingly, despite watching videos of such things as women in labor, women having contractions, women pushing, and even the final seconds where the baby popped out, I’m still not that nervous. The teacher asked how many of us were planning on going natural and not at all surprisingly I was the only one who raised her hand. A few people snickered, a few people glared. I’m sure the snickerers think I’m crazy and that I’ll never pull it off. I’m sure the glarers are those competitive women who feel like I’m trying to make them feel inadequate. People get so touchy about stuff. Listen, I hate drugs. They tend to affect me more strongly than other people (I slept for nearly 2 days straight after being anesthetized to have my wisdom teeth out – no hyperbole). And, more importantly, I hate HATE HATE needles more than you can possibly imagine. Hate them. Especially ones that are being jammed into my spine. And once you get an epidural you’re sort of confined to bed. I’m more interested in being able to shift positions, perhaps wander around my room a little bit – you dig? Plus, I’m pretty sure (but not 100% so don’t yell at me) that with an epidural you also have to be catheterized. I’ve had one of those before, and boy was it unpleasant. I like to be in charge of my own bodily functions. UGH. I’d rather feel the pain of childbirth than experience all of that. So there! Aaaaaand I’ve gone off on a rant again. Sorry about it. Let’s get back to the childbirthing classes. The teacher also talked a lot about signs of premature labor and what to do. And how if your water breaks what sorts of colors are bad and how you should panic and scream and rush to the hospital if its one of the bad colors. Okay, not really, but honestly – that part scared me worse than childbirth. We have a second class next week. I’m sure it will be filled with more delightful topics like vaginal tearing and how labor can go horribly wrong. Can’t wait!
Tomorrow my mom is meeting me in St. George to bring all of the baby stuff I couldn’t drag home after my shower. I’m pretty excited. I heart my mom. We’re going to stay overnight since it’s a pretty long drive for her. Just the two of us chillin’ – we don’t get enough of that. Okay, sorry about the rant. See y’all next week.
Welcome to my third trimester! According to the all powerful pregnancy sources the third trimester doesn’t officially begin until next week, but eff that. According to my calculations 40 weeks divided by 3 trimesters = 13 weeks (and a few days) per trimester so stuff it pregnancy people. Not that this really means anything other than it’s the last trimester, and Baby L’s arrival draws ever closer. Did you like how I threw that L in there? It’s a teaser. Her name starts with L (barring any unforseen last minute mind changes) – now you can try to guess what it is.
I’m officially 6 months pregnant! This week Baby L is the size of a head of cauliflower, weighs just about 2 pounds, and is roughly 14 & 1/2 inches long. Are those measurements the same as last week? They are all beginning to sound the same to me. I check these emails every Friday and aside from the shiny, new produce references the information all sounds the same. Oh well. The gist? She’s getting bigger. As am I. In fact, as my husband so eloquently put it, my pregnant belly finally sticks out further than my boobs. Because that is pertinent information. But you guys, really, I feel huge. And it’s not like I’m going to get any smaller in the next 3 months. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to move, bend over, walk, breathe, basically just to live. And it’s so hot in Vegas. Mostly I just stay in the house with the lovely air conditioning, but when I do have to get out — what a challenge. Even sleeping at night is a chore.
Last weekend for my birthday Jason and I went to my dad’s house in St. George and we all went to Zion National Park. It was gorgeous and fun. Even though I was huge and breathless and could barely walk. I haven’t been there since my early 20s and had forgotten just how breathtaking Southern Utah is. I love it! And I’m so glad to be living at least close to my home state again. My dad bought a cute little junior ranger outfit that Baby L probably can’t wear until she’s 2 years old, but he couldn’t resist and was afraid it would be gone in 2 years when she gets big enough, which really, it probably will. It’s so damn cute how excited he is to be a Grandpa.
I had another ultrasound this week; my cervix is hanging in there so it was my last transvaginal (sorry) ultrasound. In 2 weeks I have another abdominal ultrasound scheduled to check L’s growth and anatomy again. Next week is the first of two childbirth classes, which I’m looking forward to. I guess. I mean, what can they really teach you? Shit is gonna hurt? Big ol’ baby is going to come out your hoohaw? How prepared can you really be? But, I’m going because I would like to be as prepared as possible. We’ll see what they have to say.
Firstly, the geek in me just has to say Happy Star Wars Day, May the fourth be with you. Secondly, tomorrow is my 35th birthday, and man does that sound old. Didn’t I just turn 30 yesterday? Time speeds up every year, I swear. This is sort of an epic year – well, mostly just the month of August – for my family, my mom turns 60, my little brother turns 30, and I’m having a baby. Yeehaw! Partay in Vegas! I really feel like we should be having a big party for both of them, but how’m I going to pull that off while being 9 months pregnant and/or giving birth? Hmmm..
Now for this week’s updates. The baby weighs in at roughly 1 & 2/3 pounds and measures around 14 inches. She is the size (according to the great produce comparison email) of an English hothouse cucumber (really? Is that the best you can do? I’m disappointed in that comparison) or a head of lettuce. That’s pretty big. My baby bump is growing nicely and I feel all waddley and awkward.
Apparently she’s at a fun, interactive stage where she can hear and react to sounds and light. My husband wants to play her some 80s rock music through the belly, I’m leaning more towards his gypsy jazz because I love it so much. Also, we can shine a flashlight at my belly to see if she moves toward or away from it, but doesn’t that seem kind of mean? Like teasing kitties with laser pointers, it’s funny but I always feel guilty. We’ll stick with the music.
She is now a full-on kicking and punching machine almost all day long and even wakes me up sometimes in the night. It’s pretty cool, though some of the thwaps are quite startling. The other day she did what I can only imagine as a Miss Piggy karate chop and scared the crap out of me. She also must be rolling around because occasionally it feels like every part of my insides is moving and being smashed at the same time. What a strange sensation this all is.
But what about me? I’m starving. And exhausted. Since I got home from Utah all I want to do is eat and sleep. I think maybe the baby is going through an enormous growth spurt and taking all of my food and energy. Makes sense, right? Please say it’s not just that I’m a lazy fat ass… please? Right now I’m sitting here thinking that my apartment really needs cleaning and wondering how in the hell I’m going to accomplish it. And I just ate less than 30 minutes ago and my tummy is already rumbling. Plus I’m still retaining water, getting fatter, and peeing all the time. Pregnancy makes one feel so attractive.
We’ve pretty much settled on a name, which I really shouldn’t be mentioning because I’m not actually going to tell you what it is. I’m a little superstitious (for lack of a better word) about it. We’ve been wavering back and forth between a few, but while I was in Utah we all just sort of started calling her the one name that I like the best and I think it has stuck. I’ll let you know in 3 months what it is.
That’s about it. Tonight we have to go register at Target (I swore I was not going to do 2 registries, but Jason’s mom and sister are throwing us a second shower for his side of the family and their friends, and they all live in Bullhead City, AZ, where there is no Babies R Us, so in order to avoid getting a bunch more clothes and blankets (which we sooooo don’t need), we’re registering again!), then tomorrow, to celebrate my birthday, Jason and I are going to St. George to visit my parents and we’re all going to Zion National Park (or Zions, as it is affectionately miscalled by all Utahns, (man I miss Utah)). I’m very excited. I haven’t spent a birthday with my family since I went home for my 30th. Plus, Zion. I haven’t been since I was 21. It’s such a gorgeous, unreal place. If you’ve never been, go right now. And while you’re at it stop at Bryce and Arches too.
Just a quick post to share some photos from the shower (click on one for a better view). Lots of pink, lots of goodies, lots of fun.
It was a lot of fun, and everybody was so generous. This girlie is one lucky little kid! Unfortunately I didn’t get to bring most of the presents home because I had to fly. The good thing about that, however, is that my Mama will have to come visit before the baby gets here to bring them to me.
The day after vacation is always a little weird. Getting back into your reality, catching up on stuff, doing laundry, etc etc. For me it’s always worse when I get back from Utah. I love Utah. I miss Utah. And it’s not just missing my family, because I see them much more often now. It’s a longing to be home. So strange. I know lots of people from lots of places and they never look back. Or maybe they do and they just don’t tell me. I could move back to Utah in a heartbeat, but it’s probably not in the cards for me for many reasons. So this morning I’m sitting here in the quiet, by myself but for the 2 sleeping kitties, feeling the baby kicking and punching around down there in my belly and missing my mom, my siblings, my step-dad, the crazy dogs, the noise, but mostly missing Utah. We did lots of fun things and I got lots of fun baby stuff, all of which I will blog about later. For today, though, I’m just going to be a little melancholy in the silence of my apartment. And maybe do some laundry.