Yesterday I had yet another appointment. You know how I am always talking about how fast I am seen and I never have enough time to people watch in the waiting room...well this week, I got my wish. I had to wait 35 minutes before being called back, but just my luck there was no one very people watching worthy. There was a mom there with her four kids who was trying to sleep (I never see people with four plus kids looking happy) and then two other active duty people, but they were called back quickly. Thankfully I brought a book with me, so I happily read some Stephanie Plum while waiting for my turn.
Just before I was called back the carolers came by. It was super sweet to see them and cheered my heart. They were a little off key, but it was the fact that they were all coming together to sing that mattered the most.
Once I was called back, I got weighed (lost two pounds) and then was led back to a room to get my vitals taken. The doctor was super behind so a room wasn't even ready for me yet. I got my vitals taken (I had a temperature of 99.4, so I'm suppose to watch that - I've got a head cold right now) and then got to sit in the room for another half an hour before a room opened up for me.
By the time I finally got to see the doctor I had been waiting for an hour. She asked the usual questions, measured the fundal height (41, which is still a bit large) and listened to the baby's heartbeat. The baby's head is still down and everything is going good. She offered to strip my membranes, which means she would use her finger to loosen the bag of fluids away from the cervix. I declined as I strenuously believe that this is interfering with God's plan. God already knows when he wants my baby to come and I don't see any need or more importantly any right that I have to interfere with this. The baby will come when the baby will come, so it makes no sense to me to waste my energy or time trying to change that.
The doctor made an appointment for me for next Tuesday to have fetal monitoring done if I still haven't delivered. They will induce by the end of week 41, which I'm not too happy about. That is super interference.
My doctor and the back-up doctor both go on leave on the 25th (obviously they didn't plan that too well), so I'm hoping the baby will come before then. My gut has been telling me the 23rd to 25th this entire pregnancy, so hopefully Mama's intuition is right. I really don't want to have to deal with some unknown doctor, but baby will come when it wants too and I'm honestly fine with that. I wouldn't want it any other way.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
And the list gets shorter and shorter...
Name | Date | Sex | Weight |
Christin | 12.22 | M | 8.4 |
J.D. | 12.22 | M | 8.3 |
Greg | 12.22 | F | 7.9 |
Phithly | 12.23 | F | 7.6 |
Charlene | 12.23 | M | 8.2 |
Charlene | 12.23 | F | 8.2 |
Jill | 12.24 | F | 8.5 |
Melissa | 12.24 | 9.1 | |
Adam | 12.25 | F | 8.2 |
Domingo | 12.25 | M | 7.8 |
Domingo | 12.26 | M | 7.7 |
Bobbi | 12.26 | F | 8.6 |
Marlene | 12.26 | M | 9.2 |
Domingo | 12.27 | M | 7.5 |
Domingo | 12.28 | M | 7.3 |
Domingo | 12.28 | M | 7.2 |
Tony | 12.29 | M | 8.9 |
Michelle | 12.30 | F | 8.5 |
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The Good, the Bad and the Downright Ugly
We all know that pregnancy is quite a beautiful thing. I mean I have a little human being growing inside of me right now and how can that not be beautiful? Soon this little baby that up till now I've been the only one to really know will enter this world. That in itself is a miracle.
However, in reality pregnancy just isn't as beautiful as it sounds. It's really not and I would be lying if I said otherwise. Yes, it is a necessary evil in order to get my baby and one that I think I have been more than willing to endure, but it just ain't pretty.
First there is the nauseous that has plagued me for all 10 months. That's right...10 months of feeling like I'm going to throw up, which 7 times out of 10 actually does find me visiting the proclein throne. Not a very attractive feeling.
Then there are the horrific leg cramps that overtake me at night, as well as the most awful heartburn. I've tried everything, from changing my diet, to eating little meals, but nothing prevents the heartburn from appearing in the midst of my sleep. Instead, I now wake up on a nightly basis to this burning sensation and nasty taste in my mouth. I pop two Tums and drink a glassful of water only to repeat the process in another two or three hours. I don't know how people are able to live with heartburn - it's just plain hell.
If the leg cramps or heartburn don't get me up, then having to pee does. I can easily pee 6 or 7 times a night, which is quite irritating especially in the cold winter. Thankfully I have the route to the bathroom memorized from a semi sleep state and can manage to get there with only barely waking up.
According to Mark I am now a lumberjack who cuts down several dozen trees a night with my loud snoring. Not exactly something that makes me feel gorgeous. I've also begun drooling while I sleep, which is yucky to say the least. I feel so bad for my husband. It's like he is sleeping with a ogre or something. I look pretty normal when I go to bed, but by the time I wake up, I've been a snoring, drooling, peeing, heartburn feeling creature with bad breath. No wonder he no longer kisses me on the mouth when he gets home from work (its now on my forehead). I wouldn't want to kiss him either.
And that is only the night time part. I'm not even going to go into the expanding waist line, the stretch marks, the increased ear wax production and the stuffy nose that just won't leave. Plus the swelling of my hands and feet. I swear they are like three times their original size. I can't even wear my wedding ring anymore, which is really upsetting for me. But, I'll stop there. I don't want to scare you all off. I mean I do hope to still have friends once I morph back into a human again.
However, in reality pregnancy just isn't as beautiful as it sounds. It's really not and I would be lying if I said otherwise. Yes, it is a necessary evil in order to get my baby and one that I think I have been more than willing to endure, but it just ain't pretty.
First there is the nauseous that has plagued me for all 10 months. That's right...10 months of feeling like I'm going to throw up, which 7 times out of 10 actually does find me visiting the proclein throne. Not a very attractive feeling.
Then there are the horrific leg cramps that overtake me at night, as well as the most awful heartburn. I've tried everything, from changing my diet, to eating little meals, but nothing prevents the heartburn from appearing in the midst of my sleep. Instead, I now wake up on a nightly basis to this burning sensation and nasty taste in my mouth. I pop two Tums and drink a glassful of water only to repeat the process in another two or three hours. I don't know how people are able to live with heartburn - it's just plain hell.
If the leg cramps or heartburn don't get me up, then having to pee does. I can easily pee 6 or 7 times a night, which is quite irritating especially in the cold winter. Thankfully I have the route to the bathroom memorized from a semi sleep state and can manage to get there with only barely waking up.
According to Mark I am now a lumberjack who cuts down several dozen trees a night with my loud snoring. Not exactly something that makes me feel gorgeous. I've also begun drooling while I sleep, which is yucky to say the least. I feel so bad for my husband. It's like he is sleeping with a ogre or something. I look pretty normal when I go to bed, but by the time I wake up, I've been a snoring, drooling, peeing, heartburn feeling creature with bad breath. No wonder he no longer kisses me on the mouth when he gets home from work (its now on my forehead). I wouldn't want to kiss him either.
And that is only the night time part. I'm not even going to go into the expanding waist line, the stretch marks, the increased ear wax production and the stuffy nose that just won't leave. Plus the swelling of my hands and feet. I swear they are like three times their original size. I can't even wear my wedding ring anymore, which is really upsetting for me. But, I'll stop there. I don't want to scare you all off. I mean I do hope to still have friends once I morph back into a human again.
Another One Bites the Dust
So far Baby hasn't come yet, but I'm not really surprised by that. I always knew Baby wouldn't come till after the Due Date. I was 28 days late myself, so I wouldn't expect any child of mine to enter the world early. Sorry for all of you that are out of the running.
Name | Date | Sex | Weight |
Stephanie | 12.20 | 9.6 | |
Maria | 12.21 | M | 7.10 |
Erik | 12.21 | ? | 7.8 |
Cathy | 12.21 | M | 8.9 |
Christin | 12.22 | M | 8.4 |
J.D. | 12.22 | M | 8.3 |
Greg | 12.22 | F | 7.9 |
Phithly | 12.23 | F | 7.6 |
Charlene | 12.23 | M | 8.2 |
Charlene | 12.23 | F | 8.2 |
Jill | 12.24 | F | 8.5 |
Melissa | 12.24 | 9.1 | |
Adam | 12.25 | F | 8.2 |
Domingo | 12.25 | M | 7.8 |
Domingo | 12.26 | M | 7.7 |
Bobbi | 12.26 | F | 8.6 |
Marlene | 12.26 | M | 9.2 |
Domingo | 12.27 | M | 7.5 |
Domingo | 12.28 | M | 7.3 |
Domingo | 12.28 | M | 7.2 |
Tony | 12.29 | M | 8.9 |
Michelle | 12.30 | F | 8.5 |
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