Wednesday, April 22, 2009
40 Weeks, 4 days
For the record, I am still here. Still very pregnant. And a tad bit more uncomfortable than I was 3 days ago.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
40 Weeks, 1 Day
Nothing to report.
I don't have a photo of my belly but it probably has changed little since last week. I made the mistake of going to bed at 9:30 last night and found myself waking up at 4:30 and completely incapable of returning to sleep. I was also ravenous and raided the kitchen for cereal and strawberries. Now that the belly monster is satisfied, I'm waiting until Dave gets up for work before attempting to fall back asleep. Poor guy only has an hour of sleeping bliss before he has to drag his ass up and my tossing and turning will probably not be beneficial. I, on the other hand, can sleep peacefully all day if I do so chose. Furthermore, I can sleep peacefully all day tomorrow and the next and well probably the next because, well, I can't expect a baby of any relation to my family decide to show up on time. Now THAT would be ridiculous. I might as well milk my time off work and no show baby time as much as I can. Hah! 'Milk my time'....that's funny. Or it's funny if your 40+ weeks and baby delirious like I am.
To celebrate my due date yesterday, Krista and Mel and I went and got pedicures and then had a tasty picnic lunch in the park. The weather was glorious! And now my toes are prettied up for the baby because God forbid his first glance be of ugly feet. I got them painted "Billionaire Red" and the color lives up to the name. Boy Howdie! I like a little flashiness in my life these days - disregard the fact that I can hardly bend over to see my toes. Later, Dave and I celebrated National Record Store Day by spending ten minutes at the record convention-- 10 minutes is how long it takes for Dave to spend his record purchasing dollar maximum before we have to scoot out of there asap. All in all a good due date.
On the baby no here yet front: I've been having contractions on and off for about four days. These are a step above Braxton-Hicks belly tightening ones and do inflict some measure of pain but nothing I would call home about. I can still walk and talk through them easy enough and that basically means - no bones.
Oh and on a final note, I am now getting labor induction advice from complete strangers. Apparently acupuncture is the way to go. Or acupressure. And sex. And walking. And on and on and on...I've come to realize that being pregnant is sort of like being a teenager. When you're a teenager, you swear you'll never turn out like your parents and then years later you find you're exact replicas of them. When you're pregnant, you'll swear you'll never be one of those parents that doles out unsolicited advice to pregnant women. I guarantee that years down the line, I'll catch myself inflicting all sorts of "advice" on poor pregnant women. Smile and nod. Smile and nod. Note: for those who I know that have provided me with unmeasurable help, advice, and support, this does not apply to you... I am talking about the random waitress, barista, or lady with shopping cart on the street corner who assures me that their fourth child came out early because of some induction voodoo magic.
At this point though, I've heavily researched the topic. The one thing that seems to hold true in ALL cases of labor induction: The baby ain't coming out until it's ready. Simple as that. So no matter how much I circle the neighborhood, hop on one foot, eat spicy food, etc. This baby is not making an appearance until he is damn well ready no matter how damn well ready I feel!
I don't have a photo of my belly but it probably has changed little since last week. I made the mistake of going to bed at 9:30 last night and found myself waking up at 4:30 and completely incapable of returning to sleep. I was also ravenous and raided the kitchen for cereal and strawberries. Now that the belly monster is satisfied, I'm waiting until Dave gets up for work before attempting to fall back asleep. Poor guy only has an hour of sleeping bliss before he has to drag his ass up and my tossing and turning will probably not be beneficial. I, on the other hand, can sleep peacefully all day if I do so chose. Furthermore, I can sleep peacefully all day tomorrow and the next and well probably the next because, well, I can't expect a baby of any relation to my family decide to show up on time. Now THAT would be ridiculous. I might as well milk my time off work and no show baby time as much as I can. Hah! 'Milk my time'....that's funny. Or it's funny if your 40+ weeks and baby delirious like I am.
To celebrate my due date yesterday, Krista and Mel and I went and got pedicures and then had a tasty picnic lunch in the park. The weather was glorious! And now my toes are prettied up for the baby because God forbid his first glance be of ugly feet. I got them painted "Billionaire Red" and the color lives up to the name. Boy Howdie! I like a little flashiness in my life these days - disregard the fact that I can hardly bend over to see my toes. Later, Dave and I celebrated National Record Store Day by spending ten minutes at the record convention-- 10 minutes is how long it takes for Dave to spend his record purchasing dollar maximum before we have to scoot out of there asap. All in all a good due date.
On the baby no here yet front: I've been having contractions on and off for about four days. These are a step above Braxton-Hicks belly tightening ones and do inflict some measure of pain but nothing I would call home about. I can still walk and talk through them easy enough and that basically means - no bones.
Oh and on a final note, I am now getting labor induction advice from complete strangers. Apparently acupuncture is the way to go. Or acupressure. And sex. And walking. And on and on and on...I've come to realize that being pregnant is sort of like being a teenager. When you're a teenager, you swear you'll never turn out like your parents and then years later you find you're exact replicas of them. When you're pregnant, you'll swear you'll never be one of those parents that doles out unsolicited advice to pregnant women. I guarantee that years down the line, I'll catch myself inflicting all sorts of "advice" on poor pregnant women. Smile and nod. Smile and nod. Note: for those who I know that have provided me with unmeasurable help, advice, and support, this does not apply to you... I am talking about the random waitress, barista, or lady with shopping cart on the street corner who assures me that their fourth child came out early because of some induction voodoo magic.
At this point though, I've heavily researched the topic. The one thing that seems to hold true in ALL cases of labor induction: The baby ain't coming out until it's ready. Simple as that. So no matter how much I circle the neighborhood, hop on one foot, eat spicy food, etc. This baby is not making an appearance until he is damn well ready no matter how damn well ready I feel!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
39 Weeks, 3 Days
On a whim, I decided to go to Chipoltle for lunch today after my yoga class. The manager took one look at me as I finishing up my order and exclaimed, "Wow! You look hungry! Your lunch is on me today." I thought he was joking at first, but sure enough, the cashier rang up the order as a complementary meal! Now I normally would be put off by his comment but, hell, I'll take it for free food!
So, as I was walking back to my office with the hefty bag of free deliciousness, I came to the realization that there quite a few perks of being extremely pregnant.
1) I get to eat whatever I want, whenever I want and however much I want and people tell me I deserve it!
2) I am allowed to be lazy- hell, I'm encouraged to be lazy.
3) People move out of my way when I'm walking down the street. I mean, I don't necessarily need them to clear themselves all the way to the farthest side of the sidewalk, but it's nice to have the sidewalk right-of-way.
4) Everything I wear is spandex-- and it's socially acceptable.
5) People (even strangers) pick things up for me because they're terrified of what will happen if I attempt to bend over (so am I, frankly).
and the #1 reason it's awesome to be extremely pregnant:
6) I have only three more days of work until my maternity leave!!*
*I know this involves caring for a completely helpless being, enduring sleepless nights, stress, anxiety, etc., however not working is still pretty awesome.
Oh yeah--- and I'm going to have a baby! That's pretty cool too.
So, as I was walking back to my office with the hefty bag of free deliciousness, I came to the realization that there quite a few perks of being extremely pregnant.
1) I get to eat whatever I want, whenever I want and however much I want and people tell me I deserve it!
2) I am allowed to be lazy- hell, I'm encouraged to be lazy.
3) People move out of my way when I'm walking down the street. I mean, I don't necessarily need them to clear themselves all the way to the farthest side of the sidewalk, but it's nice to have the sidewalk right-of-way.
4) Everything I wear is spandex-- and it's socially acceptable.
5) People (even strangers) pick things up for me because they're terrified of what will happen if I attempt to bend over (so am I, frankly).
and the #1 reason it's awesome to be extremely pregnant:
6) I have only three more days of work until my maternity leave!!*
*I know this involves caring for a completely helpless being, enduring sleepless nights, stress, anxiety, etc., however not working is still pretty awesome.
Oh yeah--- and I'm going to have a baby! That's pretty cool too.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
39 Weeks, 1 Day
Another attempt at fashion for the rotund:
This was back on St. Patty's day. I cut out a felt shamrock and stitched on the belly of a green sweater that hardly fit past my belly-- had to layer it over a white cami so I wasn't baring it all!
Non-prego black dress I got somewhere some time ago paired with some winter boots from the Rack. I realized later in the day that this dress might have been a little shorter (length decrease due to belly size) that I'd have preferred. This was worn a couple weeks ago so let's just say, I doubt I could get away with it today.
The officially dubbed "Pregnant School Girl" look. Clearance prego skirt from Old Navy paired with non-prego $3 clearance sears sweater. Socks gifted from pops over x-mas and shoes discounted at the Rack. (Same white cami to avoid inevidable belly exposure)
This outfit is ALL maternity. Maternity skirt paired with black maternity flowy shirt. I actually paid full cost for the skirt but it was a hundred times over worth it - and my favorite prego item thus far. The shirt was gifted from my friend Jazzy, who had her baby girl back in Feb. Discounted boots from the Rack.
This was back on St. Patty's day. I cut out a felt shamrock and stitched on the belly of a green sweater that hardly fit past my belly-- had to layer it over a white cami so I wasn't baring it all!
Non-prego black dress I got somewhere some time ago paired with some winter boots from the Rack. I realized later in the day that this dress might have been a little shorter (length decrease due to belly size) that I'd have preferred. This was worn a couple weeks ago so let's just say, I doubt I could get away with it today.
The officially dubbed "Pregnant School Girl" look. Clearance prego skirt from Old Navy paired with non-prego $3 clearance sears sweater. Socks gifted from pops over x-mas and shoes discounted at the Rack. (Same white cami to avoid inevidable belly exposure)
This outfit is ALL maternity. Maternity skirt paired with black maternity flowy shirt. I actually paid full cost for the skirt but it was a hundred times over worth it - and my favorite prego item thus far. The shirt was gifted from my friend Jazzy, who had her baby girl back in Feb. Discounted boots from the Rack.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
39 Weeks
Pretty much as each day progresses, I become less mobile. I even need Dave's help standing up at night since I can hardly roll into a sitting position, let alone push myself up to standing. I make all kinds of noises just to try and get out of bed for my typical 5-8 bathroom trips at night. I've given up on acting anything remotely close to lady-like. I can't slouch these days, nor hardly sit up without reclining back because I've basically forfeited all the room I have left in my abdomen for the monkey residing in there. I feel bad for him too- I don't know how that guy can be comfy in there!
However, aside from discomforts, my spirits are still fairly high. I'm excited, anxious, and enthusiastic about what may happen in the next week or so. Fear has really played little part in my emotions.
One thing's for certain: I don't really like going out into public much these days because I feel like a walking zoo exhibit. You know-- equipped with little kids pointing, drunk guys shouting, mothers smiling, and young couples looking completely terrified at the sight of me. I'm not quite sure what I'll do if one more stranger comes up to me and asks 1) when I'm due 2) if it's a boy or girl 3) and his name 4) and then proceeds to tell me their own birth story, kids ages, and life story. There is only so much strangerly love that a pregnant lady can take these days. ;)
So I had ambition to do laundry and clean the apartment but then I realized I'm 9 months pregnant, low on energy, slow moving, and incapable of bending these days. Instead, I opted for cheesy chick flicks on netflix and some toast. I'll do laundry later.
However, aside from discomforts, my spirits are still fairly high. I'm excited, anxious, and enthusiastic about what may happen in the next week or so. Fear has really played little part in my emotions.
One thing's for certain: I don't really like going out into public much these days because I feel like a walking zoo exhibit. You know-- equipped with little kids pointing, drunk guys shouting, mothers smiling, and young couples looking completely terrified at the sight of me. I'm not quite sure what I'll do if one more stranger comes up to me and asks 1) when I'm due 2) if it's a boy or girl 3) and his name 4) and then proceeds to tell me their own birth story, kids ages, and life story. There is only so much strangerly love that a pregnant lady can take these days. ;)
So I had ambition to do laundry and clean the apartment but then I realized I'm 9 months pregnant, low on energy, slow moving, and incapable of bending these days. Instead, I opted for cheesy chick flicks on netflix and some toast. I'll do laundry later.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
38 Weeks, 4 days
For the record, I am still here and rotund as ever. I had my 38 week appointment and all was smooth. The NP even confirmed that he's dropped a bit (which I figured since I'm getting up to pee about 8 times a night!) and even told me she thinks I'll probably have a smooth labor. Of course, I know this is subject to change, but it puts me in a good mood. I scheduled my 39 week and 40+ week appointments as well as my 6 week post partum appointment. I also found out that procedure is to induce by 41 weeks-- so even if this boy is stubborn (like is mom), I'll probably be induced by the 25th (pretty close to my imaginary date!).
However, I have a feeling he'll come on his own. I've been having a lot more cramping that often accompanies a Braxton Hick contraction the past week or so and they've been getting stronger as the days progress. Nothing regular or anything but it is starting to get uncomfortable. I've also just recently noticed more pressure in my lower back.
To be safe, I packed up my hospital bag ;).
However, I have a feeling he'll come on his own. I've been having a lot more cramping that often accompanies a Braxton Hick contraction the past week or so and they've been getting stronger as the days progress. Nothing regular or anything but it is starting to get uncomfortable. I've also just recently noticed more pressure in my lower back.
To be safe, I packed up my hospital bag ;).
Saturday, April 4, 2009
38 Weeks
So I've decided that I'm not playing the waiting game. This baby's coming out on April 23rd-- and that's what I'm going with. It's five days past my official due date and 11 days past my lmp date. I can't do the he-can-come-at-any-time notion so I've decided he's coming on April 23rd. No reason for this particular date or anything but it has helped my sanity almost as much as oranges and dark chocolate have.
On a positive, it looks like Spring is here. If this boy stays in me longer, I'll get more time off in the summer. I keep telling myself this but I also bought a pineapple ;).
Here's the monstrosity as of this morning:
Still no stretch marks....I think I may be magical.
P.S. For those pregnant ladies out there, I found a nifty tool: http://contractionmaster.com/ I've even got the theme song stuck in my head for the Contraction Master! Who needs a stop watch??!! This thing is awesome and you can print out a record. Hurrah for laboring at home before heading to L&D.
On a positive, it looks like Spring is here. If this boy stays in me longer, I'll get more time off in the summer. I keep telling myself this but I also bought a pineapple ;).
Here's the monstrosity as of this morning:
Still no stretch marks....I think I may be magical.
P.S. For those pregnant ladies out there, I found a nifty tool: http://contractionmaster.com/ I've even got the theme song stuck in my head for the Contraction Master! Who needs a stop watch??!! This thing is awesome and you can print out a record. Hurrah for laboring at home before heading to L&D.
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