Hey there!
Nothing to report on the baby front.
Kiddo had a much better day today. I took him to a local pizza and games place and met up with one of his bestest friends (and mine) to enjoy some time out. The boys had, as Kiddo has told me all afternoon, "lots and lots of fun", and so did I. :) Thank you, M, for getting us out of the house!
We took the long way home and went to the "big" HEB to pick up a few things. I only needed coffee and bananas basically, but I decided to take advantage of the vast square footage of the mega grocery store and walked the whole thing, pushing Kiddo in a gigantic, limousine of a shopping cart. I imagine we looked ridiculous. I probably could have put a whole month's worth of groceries in that cart, but all we had were 3 or 4 small items.
Anyway, there is more to tell about Kiddo, but I am getting started on this late and don't have the time or brain power to type it all out.
But I didn't want anyone to think I was in labor either so I thought it best I post something.
Good night!
Until,
D :)
Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Breaking Up
Ok, so the day didn't start out so great. I woke up and as usual, instantly thought about coffee. ;)
I knew I had to make a fresh pot this morning (I usually make enough for a couple of days and refrigerate it since I only drink one cup a day) so I got up and started putting everything together. Thoughts of steaming hot, fresh coffee filled my mind and a gentle smile crept over my face. It was going to be oh so good....
I usually buy bags of whole beans and grind them myself, and because the grinder is a bit of a pain to clean I will sometimes grind enough for a few pots and store the grounds in a small container the freezer. I knew my little container was almost empty, so I pulled out the grinder as well and assembled it so I could grind more beans for today's pot.
Everything was in place and I went to the pantry for the new bag of beans.
It wasn't there.
It wasn't in the freezer either. I know I bought a bag recently. I am NEVER without coffee!
I am without coffee. :(
I was able to make a small pot out of what I had left. Enough for today, but probably not a full cup tomorrow. I may have to make a grocery run tonight just for coffee.
I hate going to the grocery store on the weekend.
It may not seem like a big deal to you, but if I don't have a smooth coffee experience first thing in the morning, it taints the whole day.
So Kiddo wakes up and seems to be in a good mood, but after about an hour things start to go downhill. He told us all morning he was tired. Very strange for him, because he knows what that statement means, and he had slept through the night, so I was a bit concerned. Just before church he decided he didn't want to go. There was lots of tears and arguing and him screaming...but we eventually got him in the car and he seemed to be ok on the way there. Got him in the church; he happily went into his Sunday school room and that was that.
[oh by the way I opted to take my chances and didn't bring a towel to sit on. in case you were wondering]
When we picked him up after the service though, the teachers were both concerned about him because they said he cried almost the entire time he was there. He told them he was sad. They said he still was obedient, but he would just cry and they couldn't console him.
My poor guy.
He's been like this for days. I know it has to do with the baby and the tension in the house. Hubby doesn't agree. His recollection of when his baby sister was born is one of indifference. Somehow I don't believe he was so relaxed about it. I guess I should ask my mother in law. Not that it matters, because Kiddo is definitely reacting to something emotionally, and the only logical thing is the baby. I do realize that the 3 year old mind can be confusing too, but I think this is more than typical "3".
Regardless, I just don't know how to deal with it. We both came to tears on several occasions today.
But that could have just been because I am out of coffee. ;)
Until,
D :)
I knew I had to make a fresh pot this morning (I usually make enough for a couple of days and refrigerate it since I only drink one cup a day) so I got up and started putting everything together. Thoughts of steaming hot, fresh coffee filled my mind and a gentle smile crept over my face. It was going to be oh so good....
I usually buy bags of whole beans and grind them myself, and because the grinder is a bit of a pain to clean I will sometimes grind enough for a few pots and store the grounds in a small container the freezer. I knew my little container was almost empty, so I pulled out the grinder as well and assembled it so I could grind more beans for today's pot.
Everything was in place and I went to the pantry for the new bag of beans.
It wasn't there.
It wasn't in the freezer either. I know I bought a bag recently. I am NEVER without coffee!
I am without coffee. :(
I was able to make a small pot out of what I had left. Enough for today, but probably not a full cup tomorrow. I may have to make a grocery run tonight just for coffee.
I hate going to the grocery store on the weekend.
It may not seem like a big deal to you, but if I don't have a smooth coffee experience first thing in the morning, it taints the whole day.
So Kiddo wakes up and seems to be in a good mood, but after about an hour things start to go downhill. He told us all morning he was tired. Very strange for him, because he knows what that statement means, and he had slept through the night, so I was a bit concerned. Just before church he decided he didn't want to go. There was lots of tears and arguing and him screaming...but we eventually got him in the car and he seemed to be ok on the way there. Got him in the church; he happily went into his Sunday school room and that was that.
[oh by the way I opted to take my chances and didn't bring a towel to sit on. in case you were wondering]
When we picked him up after the service though, the teachers were both concerned about him because they said he cried almost the entire time he was there. He told them he was sad. They said he still was obedient, but he would just cry and they couldn't console him.
My poor guy.
He's been like this for days. I know it has to do with the baby and the tension in the house. Hubby doesn't agree. His recollection of when his baby sister was born is one of indifference. Somehow I don't believe he was so relaxed about it. I guess I should ask my mother in law. Not that it matters, because Kiddo is definitely reacting to something emotionally, and the only logical thing is the baby. I do realize that the 3 year old mind can be confusing too, but I think this is more than typical "3".
Regardless, I just don't know how to deal with it. We both came to tears on several occasions today.
But that could have just been because I am out of coffee. ;)
Until,
D :)
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Run Tonto Run
Another quickie...
Nothing to report really. Little Port minded all of the people who told him to wait till after today. I am having lots of weird pains and really loosey goosey joint issues though. And TMI ALERT - I vacuumed the house today and afterward lost some of my mucus plug. So, I think that could be a sign of things doing what they need to do.
Now the real question is, do I bring a towel to sit on at church tomorrow??!? LOL!! What if my water breaks?? I should at least try to spare the nice cushy seats in the sanctuary, right?
Lordy this pregnancy thing really takes away all modesty - from the beginning to the end. ;)
More tomorrow.
Until,
D :)
Nothing to report really. Little Port minded all of the people who told him to wait till after today. I am having lots of weird pains and really loosey goosey joint issues though. And TMI ALERT - I vacuumed the house today and afterward lost some of my mucus plug. So, I think that could be a sign of things doing what they need to do.
Now the real question is, do I bring a towel to sit on at church tomorrow??!? LOL!! What if my water breaks?? I should at least try to spare the nice cushy seats in the sanctuary, right?
Lordy this pregnancy thing really takes away all modesty - from the beginning to the end. ;)
More tomorrow.
Until,
D :)
Friday, March 28, 2008
Good Time Baby
Oh yeah, I forgot about the fun stuff...
So, last week at my doctor's appointment they did the usual weight check and blood pressure, etc. I noticed the number on the scale, but didn't know what the difference was from the week before so I didn't think anything of it.
Yesterday the doctor mentioned that I had a 7 pound weight gain last week, and they were somewhat concerned (though he never mentioned it) but now it wasn't an issue because this week I weighed 7 pounds less!
woo hoo?
So I guess I should keep my main diet the same; brownies and jelly beans? I lose weight that way! Yahoo! lol!
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Also, Miss Vick tagged me for a "7 weird things" meme. As soon as I can narrow it down, er, um, come up with 7 things I will post them for you!
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And finally, when we were out a couple of weeks ago tip-toeing through the tractors (say that 5 times fast!), Hubby took some maternity pics of me. Here is one of the images I really like.
So, last week at my doctor's appointment they did the usual weight check and blood pressure, etc. I noticed the number on the scale, but didn't know what the difference was from the week before so I didn't think anything of it.
Yesterday the doctor mentioned that I had a 7 pound weight gain last week, and they were somewhat concerned (though he never mentioned it) but now it wasn't an issue because this week I weighed 7 pounds less!
woo hoo?
So I guess I should keep my main diet the same; brownies and jelly beans? I lose weight that way! Yahoo! lol!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Also, Miss Vick tagged me for a "7 weird things" meme. As soon as I can narrow it down, er, um, come up with 7 things I will post them for you!
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And finally, when we were out a couple of weeks ago tip-toeing through the tractors (say that 5 times fast!), Hubby took some maternity pics of me. Here is one of the images I really like.
That was at 36 weeks (almost 3 weeks ago). I think I looked pretty good!
That is all. More tomorrow.
Until,
D :)
Fragile Heart
So, for two nights in a row now I have been waking up with severe leg cramps. It must be a sight to watch a gigantically pregnant woman hopping around on one foot like some one legged bunny! Thankfully Hubby hasn't been disturbed by my late night jump-a-thon.
1 cm dilated is nothing. I could walk around for weeks like this and no one would bat an eye. Well, I would bat an eye I guess because I only have 9 days left till my due date. But what I am trying to say is that there is no need for anyone to panic at this point because I am not in active labor. I guess I should have explained that before I posted stats on my blog.
Anyway, I am fine, but my poor Kiddo is not. He has been so upset since my appointment yesterday. He somehow got it in his head that yesterday was the day that the doctor was going to take baby brother out, so we have been dealing with random melt downs ever since. Several times he has come up to my belly and yelled "Baby brother come out, come out!!! Mommy, I don't think he hears us." :) It is really sweet, but I think the main reason he wants baby brother out is because I keep telling him about all the people that will come see us when baby brother comes.
Today though has been the worst. A few hours ago he was on the floor in the kitchen painting, and just as happy as a clam. Suddenly he burst into tears and I had to sit on the floor, rocking and holding him for a good 30 minutes while he cried. I think all the tension in the house is finally starting to get to all of us, but especially him. He isn't verbal enough to tell me what is wrong other than that he is sad. He can't tell me why he's sad or how I can make it better - so today we sat there and cried together. He is so quick to anger and upset today; just picking up his toys sent him into a fit of sobbing, and then a split second later a fit of anger. I feel so bad for my poor little guy.
At my appointment yesterday the doctor and I briefly discussed induction. The doc has already offered it a couple of times, but I have turned him down. At this point though, it is worth considering. The baby is almost term, so I have very little to fear about him being ready or able to make it on the outside before nature takes it's course. But I am completely torn for a couple of reasons. First, everyone knows that the more interventions one accepts in the labor and birthing process, the more likely more interventions will be needed and also that it raises the chances of c-section. Of course, if you've been reading this blog long enough, you know how against all that I am and that my wish is to have this baby intervention and drug free.
Don't get me wrong though. I am very realistic here and if there is anything going wrong in the process, I am not above doing anything deemed necessary for the safety and health of both myself and this baby.
But, there is a good argument for induction. My chances of having another baby with neonatal lupus are 25%. Not too bad, but not ideal either. And since no one can predict when exactly (or if) my body will decide to pass along the toxic antibodies that create the neonatal lupus, it makes sense to try to get the baby out before there is that opportunity. Logically, Kiddo could have only been sick inside me for a few short days, and had he stayed longer he may not have even made it. By the time he was born he was very, very sick. And aside from his kidney issues and my pre eclampsia symptoms, we had absolutely no idea that anything was wrong with him until I checked into the hospital and they discovered he was in distress. I had a completely normal pregnancy up until then. Sound familiar? That part scares me like nothing else in this world. And every day that goes by brings on more fear and tension inside me. I asked my doctor to do a Non Stress Test yesterday on the baby just for that reason. I have a feeling that as soon as I start having contractions I am going to be bugging him for another one as well. Of course, Port tested fine yesterday, but I am still on edge about all of it.
So I am thinking that if I don't have the baby by my next appointment I will ask for something to help kick things into action. In the meanwhile, I am researching more natural induction methods. And since both my parents and my inlaws read this blog, I most likely will spare them the embarrassment and not discuss those methods here. ;) But if you are curious, just do a quick Google of natural pregnancy induction and read for yourself.
I want to thank you all for your recent comments and ask that you keep us in your thoughts and prayers for the next few days if possible. I will try to post something every day to keep you all informed. I don't know if the hospital has free internet access, so it may be hard to communicate at that point, but I will certainly have Hubby bring my lap top if they do.
And if you have any suggestions for helping out my Kiddo, please feel free to share those as well.
Thank you.
Until,
D :)
1 cm dilated is nothing. I could walk around for weeks like this and no one would bat an eye. Well, I would bat an eye I guess because I only have 9 days left till my due date. But what I am trying to say is that there is no need for anyone to panic at this point because I am not in active labor. I guess I should have explained that before I posted stats on my blog.
Anyway, I am fine, but my poor Kiddo is not. He has been so upset since my appointment yesterday. He somehow got it in his head that yesterday was the day that the doctor was going to take baby brother out, so we have been dealing with random melt downs ever since. Several times he has come up to my belly and yelled "Baby brother come out, come out!!! Mommy, I don't think he hears us." :) It is really sweet, but I think the main reason he wants baby brother out is because I keep telling him about all the people that will come see us when baby brother comes.
Today though has been the worst. A few hours ago he was on the floor in the kitchen painting, and just as happy as a clam. Suddenly he burst into tears and I had to sit on the floor, rocking and holding him for a good 30 minutes while he cried. I think all the tension in the house is finally starting to get to all of us, but especially him. He isn't verbal enough to tell me what is wrong other than that he is sad. He can't tell me why he's sad or how I can make it better - so today we sat there and cried together. He is so quick to anger and upset today; just picking up his toys sent him into a fit of sobbing, and then a split second later a fit of anger. I feel so bad for my poor little guy.
At my appointment yesterday the doctor and I briefly discussed induction. The doc has already offered it a couple of times, but I have turned him down. At this point though, it is worth considering. The baby is almost term, so I have very little to fear about him being ready or able to make it on the outside before nature takes it's course. But I am completely torn for a couple of reasons. First, everyone knows that the more interventions one accepts in the labor and birthing process, the more likely more interventions will be needed and also that it raises the chances of c-section. Of course, if you've been reading this blog long enough, you know how against all that I am and that my wish is to have this baby intervention and drug free.
Don't get me wrong though. I am very realistic here and if there is anything going wrong in the process, I am not above doing anything deemed necessary for the safety and health of both myself and this baby.
But, there is a good argument for induction. My chances of having another baby with neonatal lupus are 25%. Not too bad, but not ideal either. And since no one can predict when exactly (or if) my body will decide to pass along the toxic antibodies that create the neonatal lupus, it makes sense to try to get the baby out before there is that opportunity. Logically, Kiddo could have only been sick inside me for a few short days, and had he stayed longer he may not have even made it. By the time he was born he was very, very sick. And aside from his kidney issues and my pre eclampsia symptoms, we had absolutely no idea that anything was wrong with him until I checked into the hospital and they discovered he was in distress. I had a completely normal pregnancy up until then. Sound familiar? That part scares me like nothing else in this world. And every day that goes by brings on more fear and tension inside me. I asked my doctor to do a Non Stress Test yesterday on the baby just for that reason. I have a feeling that as soon as I start having contractions I am going to be bugging him for another one as well. Of course, Port tested fine yesterday, but I am still on edge about all of it.
So I am thinking that if I don't have the baby by my next appointment I will ask for something to help kick things into action. In the meanwhile, I am researching more natural induction methods. And since both my parents and my inlaws read this blog, I most likely will spare them the embarrassment and not discuss those methods here. ;) But if you are curious, just do a quick Google of natural pregnancy induction and read for yourself.
I want to thank you all for your recent comments and ask that you keep us in your thoughts and prayers for the next few days if possible. I will try to post something every day to keep you all informed. I don't know if the hospital has free internet access, so it may be hard to communicate at that point, but I will certainly have Hubby bring my lap top if they do.
And if you have any suggestions for helping out my Kiddo, please feel free to share those as well.
Thank you.
Until,
D :)
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