Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Lo's Birth Story
I turned 38 weeks on Thursday, October 4th. It started out as a typical day at work for me, then I had to deal with some of the things that, as a pediatrician, are dreaded. The afternoon turned into being a very challenging one and very emotional for me, to say the least. I kept jokingly saying, "this day is going to throw me into labor." Little did I know...
At 1:15 am Friday morning, October 5th, I was awoken by the sensation that I was about to pee the bed. Turned out that it was just my water breaking. Thank goodness I wasn't starting to wet the bed again. I haven't done that in years! At the time I really wasn't sure if I was indeed going into labor. So what did I do? I did what anyone would do, I went back to bed. Well, I tried to go back to bed. I couldn't stop thinking about if my water really did break or not. So I got on google.com (wouldn't you have?) and read about "how to tell if my water broke." Gotta love google! Around 3 am, I got back up and went to the bathroom and realized something just wasn't right. I sat there and just stared at the toilet. It didn't look like urine...It didn't smell like urine...(sorry if TMI, but I want to remember this) Did my water really break? Why don't I know for sure? hmmm, was all I could think, my water really broke...it really did. Yes, I was sure...I think...
I knew if I woke Andrew up at that time, he would want to hurry to the hospital since we were making a 2 hour trip to the hospital that my doctor delivers at. Crazy, I know. Anyway, I really wanted to take a shower and shave my legs. So that is exactly what I did. I wasn't in any pain at all, not having any contractions that I could feel, so why not? After my shower, I woke Andrew up. It was around 4 am. I told him, "I think my water broke." He got up, in a daze, realized what I had just told him and packed his not yet packed hospital bag, I finished getting dressed, etc. we packed up our stuff and the dogs and we were on our merry way.
Andrew asked me if he thought he needed to hurry. I didn't think so. I wasn't in any pain, at all..yet. I remember being really hungry and knowing that once we got to the hospital that they wouldn't let me eat anything, I asked Andrew to stop at McDonald's once we got to the half way point of our drive. About that time, I started feeling a few contractions/pain, instead of stopping to get something to eat, I asked him to pull over on the side of the turnpike so I could throw up. It hit me so suddenly. Not sure if it was the pain or what, I wasn't really in a lot of pain, just a little uncomfortable. I hadn't puked once the entire pregnancy, until then. It was at that time that Andrew picked up the pace on the driving, bypassed getting gas and food, and got us to the hospital as quickly as possible.
I called my mom around 5:45 that morning to tell her. She immediately woke up my dad and my sister, even though I told her not to. She refused to go into work and came straight to the hospital. I told her it would be a while...but you know how mothers are?!?! However, I was so very thankful she was there.
We arrived at the hospital at 6 am.
They got us checked in, verified that my water broke, told me I was dilated to a 3, and hooked me up to the monitors. I was contracting, but they were irregular and I wasn't feeling a thing. The nurses called my doctor, who wasn't on call, but said he would deliver my baby regardless. So thankful for him, we were in great hands! He had me started on Pitocin right away, the devil of all drugs, to get my labor started since I wasn't really contracting but my water had been broke for 5 + hours.
I started having regular contractions, but wasn't feeling a thing...strange. Around 9ish, my doctor stopped by, said I wasn't in "labor" yet and we needed to up my Pitocin, ugh! He also mentioned possibly inserting an IUPC to measure my contractions internally, since I wasn't feeling them, he wasn't sure how strong they really were. Sounds like fun!
My sister got to the hospital around 11 or 12, I can't really remember, maybe it was earlier... She was my photographer :) It was at that time that the nurses came in to check me again. I was still a 3 and still not feeling any major pain. Walk in the park? Little did I know what was about to happen...
Around noon the nurses came in and said that my doctor wanted to go ahead with the IUPC. A nurse came in to do it. Long story short, she did not insert it correctly, hit something, separated something, who knows, but I started bleeding... A LOT, like clots! It was scary. She looked shocked by all the blood, NOT reassuring!! I had a small emotional breakdown at that time. I was scared! Even I knew that something wasn't right. My doctor wasn't in the hospital at that time, so he called the OB Hospitalist that was in-house and asked her to come see me. She was the nicest lady. Thank God! She examined me, did an ultrasound, checked my cervix, reassured me that the bleeding wasn't anything serious, even though she wasn't sure why I was bleeding so much and found that my part of my amniotic sac was still intact. She broke the rest of it, said I was dilated to a 4+, and reassured me again that everything would be ok and that baby looked perfect.
It was at that time that my labor "started." The contractions picked up. I felt pain and nausea. Around the time I was dilated to a 6-7, I was in pain, felt crummy, wanted to puke, and just didn't want to remember my labor like this. I finally opted to get an Epidural because I just didn't want to be miserable. The Anesthesiologist came and put it in rather quickly and said to give it 30-45 minutes to work. An hour later I was in excruciating pain and all that was numb was my right leg. That is it. I felt every contraction and they were coming closer and closer together and I felt like I was going to die! Pitocin and natural labor are NO JOKE! It was seriously an out of mind type of pain. The Anesthesiologist came back in, after I was already dilated to a 9+ to redo my epidural. So pretty much I experienced natural labor on Pitocin up until the time to start pushing, fun times! I remember barely being able to breathe I hurt so bad. I didn't say a word, I just closed my eyes and prayed and prayed and prayed. At that time, I was so thankful to have my husband and my mom at my side. They were my saving grace at that moment.
The epidural finally kicked in. I think he must have triple dosed me. Boy was I numb! I was also dilated to a 10 and completely effaced and ready to start laboring down. They let me labor down and push a little for almost 3 hours. Around 8 pm, my doctor made his appearance. He said baby just wasn't moving down. He gave me three options...continue to labor down (not recommended), try vacuum extraction for 2-3 rounds of pushes (recommended first), or go straight to c-section (which he also stated was a major abdominal surgery.) Yes, I know...
We opted to give the vacuum a try. It didn't work. Baby just wasn't moving through my pelvic bones. They were just too narrow...
My doctor said we tried as hard as we could. They told Andrew to put a pair of scrubs on, we were going to section. Poor guy was a nervous wreck. (Maybe sometime I can get him to tell his side of the story.)
I think my doctor stopped the vacuum/pushing around 8:30 pm and rolled me back to c-section 5 minutes later. 15 minutes later, at 8:50 pm, 19 hours after my water broke, our sweet baby was born. I got a quick peek at her and the tears just started rolling down my face. That was my baby. So surreal! I told Andrew to go with our baby, I would be fine. Little did I know how worried about me he was. My doctor did an awesome job with my surgery. I felt like I was in great hands. I do remember looking over at the things that hold the blood lost in surgery and it was almost to 1 liter. Yikes! That's a lot of blood, on top of all the blood I lost earlier in the day from the catheter placement. Good thing Andrew didn't see that.
My baby's apgars were 9, 9. Perfect! She weighed 6 lbs 5 ounces and was 18 1/4 inches long. After the nurses were done assessing her, Andrew brought her over to me to let me get a peek before they took her off to the nursery to clean her up while they were finishing up with me. He followed her and took pictures for me. After my section, it seemed like forever until they would let me see my baby. That was the worst part...being separated from my baby right away and everyone else getting to see her before me, not fair. While I was waiting, Andrew came to my side and we had a moment alone together to somewhat grasp what we just went through. Wow. What a day it had been. An emotional day at that.
I had gotten the "labor shakes" sometime around being dilated at a 9 and continued to have them after my c-section. When they wheeled me back to my room, they made me lay flat and I remember continuing to shake. Finally after what seemed like FOREVER, they let Andrew bring our baby back to me. I wish I remembered more about that moment, but I don't...I am so thankful for my sister for taking pictures so that I can have those memories captured. My sister also told me that Baby Lo was crying before Andrew handed her to me and once I held her she stopped crying. I just remember not being able to sit up, therefore I couldn't feed her right away. I also remember her being so stinkin cute and loving her full head of hair. My sweet baby couldn't have been more perfect.
Soon after, they took Andrew and us to the postpartum room where we would stay for the next three days. My "labor shakes" finally stopped. I finally got to attempt to breast feed my baby and didn't have a clue what I was doing. Not a clue. One of the nursery nurses came to the rescue and helped us out. The rest of the night is such a blur. I wasn't allowed to get out of bed, and I had a hard time moving. Andrew stayed up pretty much all night with me helping me with feedings and diaper changes. Thank God for a great husband!
We had a handful of visitors that sat in the waiting room of the hospital while I was in labor. It really meant a lot to us that they sat there all day or even part of the day to show their support and cared so much to be there for us during this special time.
I am so very thankful for my mom for being there for me the entire time and for my sister for her support and for taking these great pictures so I can always treasure these wonderful memories.
I can't say enough about my husband during this time. He was superman. He helped me with everything imaginable from the time we were admitted to the hospital and continues to do so. I thank God for such an amazing husband, I really don't know what I would have done without him. He's been my rock through it all and been so understanding.
We are so very blessed.
At 1:15 am Friday morning, October 5th, I was awoken by the sensation that I was about to pee the bed. Turned out that it was just my water breaking. Thank goodness I wasn't starting to wet the bed again. I haven't done that in years! At the time I really wasn't sure if I was indeed going into labor. So what did I do? I did what anyone would do, I went back to bed. Well, I tried to go back to bed. I couldn't stop thinking about if my water really did break or not. So I got on google.com (wouldn't you have?) and read about "how to tell if my water broke." Gotta love google! Around 3 am, I got back up and went to the bathroom and realized something just wasn't right. I sat there and just stared at the toilet. It didn't look like urine...It didn't smell like urine...(sorry if TMI, but I want to remember this) Did my water really break? Why don't I know for sure? hmmm, was all I could think, my water really broke...it really did. Yes, I was sure...I think...
I knew if I woke Andrew up at that time, he would want to hurry to the hospital since we were making a 2 hour trip to the hospital that my doctor delivers at. Crazy, I know. Anyway, I really wanted to take a shower and shave my legs. So that is exactly what I did. I wasn't in any pain at all, not having any contractions that I could feel, so why not? After my shower, I woke Andrew up. It was around 4 am. I told him, "I think my water broke." He got up, in a daze, realized what I had just told him and packed his not yet packed hospital bag, I finished getting dressed, etc. we packed up our stuff and the dogs and we were on our merry way.
Andrew asked me if he thought he needed to hurry. I didn't think so. I wasn't in any pain, at all..yet. I remember being really hungry and knowing that once we got to the hospital that they wouldn't let me eat anything, I asked Andrew to stop at McDonald's once we got to the half way point of our drive. About that time, I started feeling a few contractions/pain, instead of stopping to get something to eat, I asked him to pull over on the side of the turnpike so I could throw up. It hit me so suddenly. Not sure if it was the pain or what, I wasn't really in a lot of pain, just a little uncomfortable. I hadn't puked once the entire pregnancy, until then. It was at that time that Andrew picked up the pace on the driving, bypassed getting gas and food, and got us to the hospital as quickly as possible.
I called my mom around 5:45 that morning to tell her. She immediately woke up my dad and my sister, even though I told her not to. She refused to go into work and came straight to the hospital. I told her it would be a while...but you know how mothers are?!?! However, I was so very thankful she was there.
We arrived at the hospital at 6 am.
They got us checked in, verified that my water broke, told me I was dilated to a 3, and hooked me up to the monitors. I was contracting, but they were irregular and I wasn't feeling a thing. The nurses called my doctor, who wasn't on call, but said he would deliver my baby regardless. So thankful for him, we were in great hands! He had me started on Pitocin right away, the devil of all drugs, to get my labor started since I wasn't really contracting but my water had been broke for 5 + hours.
I started having regular contractions, but wasn't feeling a thing...strange. Around 9ish, my doctor stopped by, said I wasn't in "labor" yet and we needed to up my Pitocin, ugh! He also mentioned possibly inserting an IUPC to measure my contractions internally, since I wasn't feeling them, he wasn't sure how strong they really were. Sounds like fun!
My sister got to the hospital around 11 or 12, I can't really remember, maybe it was earlier... She was my photographer :) It was at that time that the nurses came in to check me again. I was still a 3 and still not feeling any major pain. Walk in the park? Little did I know what was about to happen...
Around noon the nurses came in and said that my doctor wanted to go ahead with the IUPC. A nurse came in to do it. Long story short, she did not insert it correctly, hit something, separated something, who knows, but I started bleeding... A LOT, like clots! It was scary. She looked shocked by all the blood, NOT reassuring!! I had a small emotional breakdown at that time. I was scared! Even I knew that something wasn't right. My doctor wasn't in the hospital at that time, so he called the OB Hospitalist that was in-house and asked her to come see me. She was the nicest lady. Thank God! She examined me, did an ultrasound, checked my cervix, reassured me that the bleeding wasn't anything serious, even though she wasn't sure why I was bleeding so much and found that my part of my amniotic sac was still intact. She broke the rest of it, said I was dilated to a 4+, and reassured me again that everything would be ok and that baby looked perfect.
It was at that time that my labor "started." The contractions picked up. I felt pain and nausea. Around the time I was dilated to a 6-7, I was in pain, felt crummy, wanted to puke, and just didn't want to remember my labor like this. I finally opted to get an Epidural because I just didn't want to be miserable. The Anesthesiologist came and put it in rather quickly and said to give it 30-45 minutes to work. An hour later I was in excruciating pain and all that was numb was my right leg. That is it. I felt every contraction and they were coming closer and closer together and I felt like I was going to die! Pitocin and natural labor are NO JOKE! It was seriously an out of mind type of pain. The Anesthesiologist came back in, after I was already dilated to a 9+ to redo my epidural. So pretty much I experienced natural labor on Pitocin up until the time to start pushing, fun times! I remember barely being able to breathe I hurt so bad. I didn't say a word, I just closed my eyes and prayed and prayed and prayed. At that time, I was so thankful to have my husband and my mom at my side. They were my saving grace at that moment.
The epidural finally kicked in. I think he must have triple dosed me. Boy was I numb! I was also dilated to a 10 and completely effaced and ready to start laboring down. They let me labor down and push a little for almost 3 hours. Around 8 pm, my doctor made his appearance. He said baby just wasn't moving down. He gave me three options...continue to labor down (not recommended), try vacuum extraction for 2-3 rounds of pushes (recommended first), or go straight to c-section (which he also stated was a major abdominal surgery.) Yes, I know...
We opted to give the vacuum a try. It didn't work. Baby just wasn't moving through my pelvic bones. They were just too narrow...
My doctor said we tried as hard as we could. They told Andrew to put a pair of scrubs on, we were going to section. Poor guy was a nervous wreck. (Maybe sometime I can get him to tell his side of the story.)
I think my doctor stopped the vacuum/pushing around 8:30 pm and rolled me back to c-section 5 minutes later. 15 minutes later, at 8:50 pm, 19 hours after my water broke, our sweet baby was born. I got a quick peek at her and the tears just started rolling down my face. That was my baby. So surreal! I told Andrew to go with our baby, I would be fine. Little did I know how worried about me he was. My doctor did an awesome job with my surgery. I felt like I was in great hands. I do remember looking over at the things that hold the blood lost in surgery and it was almost to 1 liter. Yikes! That's a lot of blood, on top of all the blood I lost earlier in the day from the catheter placement. Good thing Andrew didn't see that.
My baby's apgars were 9, 9. Perfect! She weighed 6 lbs 5 ounces and was 18 1/4 inches long. After the nurses were done assessing her, Andrew brought her over to me to let me get a peek before they took her off to the nursery to clean her up while they were finishing up with me. He followed her and took pictures for me. After my section, it seemed like forever until they would let me see my baby. That was the worst part...being separated from my baby right away and everyone else getting to see her before me, not fair. While I was waiting, Andrew came to my side and we had a moment alone together to somewhat grasp what we just went through. Wow. What a day it had been. An emotional day at that.
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I had gotten the "labor shakes" sometime around being dilated at a 9 and continued to have them after my c-section. When they wheeled me back to my room, they made me lay flat and I remember continuing to shake. Finally after what seemed like FOREVER, they let Andrew bring our baby back to me. I wish I remembered more about that moment, but I don't...I am so thankful for my sister for taking pictures so that I can have those memories captured. My sister also told me that Baby Lo was crying before Andrew handed her to me and once I held her she stopped crying. I just remember not being able to sit up, therefore I couldn't feed her right away. I also remember her being so stinkin cute and loving her full head of hair. My sweet baby couldn't have been more perfect.
Soon after, they took Andrew and us to the postpartum room where we would stay for the next three days. My "labor shakes" finally stopped. I finally got to attempt to breast feed my baby and didn't have a clue what I was doing. Not a clue. One of the nursery nurses came to the rescue and helped us out. The rest of the night is such a blur. I wasn't allowed to get out of bed, and I had a hard time moving. Andrew stayed up pretty much all night with me helping me with feedings and diaper changes. Thank God for a great husband!
We had a handful of visitors that sat in the waiting room of the hospital while I was in labor. It really meant a lot to us that they sat there all day or even part of the day to show their support and cared so much to be there for us during this special time.
I am so very thankful for my mom for being there for me the entire time and for my sister for her support and for taking these great pictures so I can always treasure these wonderful memories.
I can't say enough about my husband during this time. He was superman. He helped me with everything imaginable from the time we were admitted to the hospital and continues to do so. I thank God for such an amazing husband, I really don't know what I would have done without him. He's been my rock through it all and been so understanding.
We are so very blessed.
I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him. 1 Samuel 1:27
*please pray for those still yearning to start their family, may God bless them with a child when His time is perfect.
*please pray for those still yearning to start their family, may God bless them with a child when His time is perfect.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
38 Weeks
October 4, 2012
Pregnancy Stats:
Pregnancy Stats:
How Far Along: 38 weeks
Size of baby: She weighs about 6.8 pounds and she's over 19 1/2 inches long, like a leek.
(really...they are comparing my baby to a leek now?!??)
Size of baby: She weighs about 6.8 pounds and she's over 19 1/2 inches long, like a leek.
(really...they are comparing my baby to a leek now?!??)
Total Weight Gain: 19 pounds so far...have another weigh in tomorrow...oh boy!
Gender: It's a GIRL!!!
Movement: She doesn't stop, she especially moves with Andrew plays the guitar. I have diagnosed her with in-utero ADHD ;)
Sleep: What is the definition of sleep exactly?
What I miss: A good nights sleep, being able to move without pain, running/exercising.
Cravings: Cold things, sweet things, and chocolate, nothing new.
Symptoms: Pain/pressure/fatigue/heartburn/braxton hicks contractions...However, nothing major to complain about still. I've been blessed this pregnancy. Thank you God!
Maternity Clothes: Yep! Ive also stolen some of my brothers shirts and apparently my dads hoody. Whatever works, right? ;) I am still so greatful that I am able to wear scrubs to work! And so thankful my husband really doesn't care what I wear or look like for that matter.
Best Moment this week: My dad made a bookcase for the nurse which means we are getting the nursery finished! Finally!!!
Ready to meet this baby!!!
Ready to meet this baby!!!
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Waiting
I can't believe I have carried this baby to term. It just seems so crazy to me. We have wanted to start a family for so so long and now, it's only a matter of weeks at the most, until we meet our sweet baby that we have longed for, for what seemed like forever. So as the past 37 weeks have flown by, it feels as if the next few days/maybe weeks, are dragging by in eager anticipation of meeting this little girl. I found this poem somewhere, and it's just the perfect reminder that this amazing blessing from God will come when the timing is perfect.
Waiting
Dear Baby, here beneath my heart,
I thought that you might come today;
The timing seemed just right.
But the stars are out
And the moon is high
And sheepishly I wonder why
I try to arrange the plans
Of God.
For now I know
You will not come
Until the One who holds eternity
Rustles your soft cocoon
And whispers in tones that I will not hear,
“It’s time, precious gift.”
“Now it’s time.”
-by Robin Jones Gunn
Thursday, September 27, 2012
37 Weeks
September 27, 2012
Pregnancy Stats:
Pregnancy Stats:
How Far Along: 37 weeks
Size of baby: over 6 lbs and 19 inches long, like a stalk of swiss chard, hmm...
and the size of a watermelon...yikes!
Size of baby: over 6 lbs and 19 inches long, like a stalk of swiss chard, hmm...
and the size of a watermelon...yikes!
Total Weight Gain: 15 pounds so far...weigh in at the dr in the am though.
Gender: It's a GIRL!!!
Movement: She moves so much, I thought the baby's movement was supposed to slow down a little, but hers...not so much. She's a fiesty little thing already! She is still hanging out under my right rib cage....ouch! Hoping she comes soon, I am ready to meet this little monkey and my ribs are ready to have their space back ;)
Sleep: I can't remember what it was like to sleep well...oh well! I go to the bathroom 3-4 times per night and roll back and forth 10 times a night. I am getting prepared for having a baby wake me up at all hours of the night, but I can't wait till its actually my baby waking me up!
What I miss: A good nights sleep, being able to move without pain, running/exercising.
Cravings: Cold things and chocolate, nothing new.
Symptoms: Pain/pressure/fatigue/braxton hicks contractions...However, nothing major to complain about still. I've been blessed this pregnancy. Thank you God!
Maternity Clothes: Yep! Ive also stolen some of my brothers shirts and apparently my dads hoody. Whatever works, right? ;) I am still so greatful that I am able to wear scrubs to work! And so thankful my husband really doesn't care what I wear or look like for that matter.
Best Moment this week: Making it to full term! You can come anytime now baby girl! We are so ready to meet you.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
How to tell if your husband is going to be a good dad...
In honor of my husband's 30th Birthday today, I thought I would post 30 of the 100+ reasons why he is already the best dad ever to our baby girl that we get to meet in just a few short weeks.
1. He downloads the app "What to expect when you are expecting," before you even know there is such a thing, and recites to you, from memory, things you should begin to experience, and continues to do so every single week.
2. He then continues to question you daily about specific symptoms you may be experiencing.
3. Not only does he download the app, he posts in their forums asking for advice on names.
4. He asks you questions like, "does your back hurt," because he has read that it is probably going to start hurting soon.
5. When people tell him congrats, he replies, "Thanks I am pumped!"
6. He posts things on your facebook wall, like "Starting to feel a bit off balance? As your belly grows, your center of gravity changes, so you may begin to occasionally feel a little unsteady on your feet. Try to avoid situations with a high risk of falling. -love you"
7. He refuses to miss a doctors appointment.
8. He remembers things to ask the doctor that I have forgotten.
9. He talks to my belly and makes me put the phone on it so he can talk to the baby when he is not home.
10. He buys books on amazon entitled, "Dude You are Going to be a Dad," and "What to Expect When You are Expecting...for Fathers." And then he actually reads them!
11. He tells me he is never going to change a diaper and I know without a doubt, he is completely kidding.
12. He asks how his baby is doing every single day.
13. He tells me the only gifts he wants are to do with the baby.
14. He can't wait to get the nursery furniture in so he can put it together.
15. He then spends a friday night putting the crib together because he is as excited as I am to get the furniture in.
16. When we go to target, he really wants to look at the baby stuff and points out things to me that will look good in the nursery.
17. He reads books about how to be a great father and then tells me about them.
18. He researches diaper bags that I may like.
19. He tells me often that I am "providing a good home" for our baby right now.
20. He wants to have his private time with our baby, so he talks to her under the covers.
21. He starts taking guitar lessons and practicing daily so that he can play it for our little girl. He then learns how to play the specific lullabies that I ask him to.
22. He tells me often how much he can't wait to meet this little baby.
23. He insists on buying the tiniest little GOLD ballet slippers that she will probably only wear once...if thats not a sign of her already being wrapped around his finger, I don't know what is.
24. He takes me to see the movie "What to expect when you are expecting," and doesn't complain one bit.
25. He realizes how tired I am and doesn't hesitate to cook dinner for me every night after we get home from work.
26. He doesn't complain about my "honeydo" list for him and asks me what order I would like them to be done in before the baby gets here.
27. He tells me all he wants for his birthday is a healthy baby girl.
28. I hear on a daily basis that he just "can't wait till his daughter is here."
29. He actually knows what kangaroo care is and thinks it is a great thing!
30. He loves me and this baby more than anything else in the world. He hasn't complained one bit about my weird pregnancy related idiosyncrasies. He gets me, he tries his best to understand the way I am feeling and does what ever he can to support me. How did this sweet baby girl and I ever get so lucky?
Happy Birthday dear husband of mine! Turning 30 doesn't seem so bad when you have something so special to look forward to in the very near future, does it? I love you to the moon and back and can't wait to see you as a dad to our little kickboxer!
1. He downloads the app "What to expect when you are expecting," before you even know there is such a thing, and recites to you, from memory, things you should begin to experience, and continues to do so every single week.
2. He then continues to question you daily about specific symptoms you may be experiencing.
3. Not only does he download the app, he posts in their forums asking for advice on names.
4. He asks you questions like, "does your back hurt," because he has read that it is probably going to start hurting soon.
5. When people tell him congrats, he replies, "Thanks I am pumped!"
6. He posts things on your facebook wall, like "Starting to feel a bit off balance? As your belly grows, your center of gravity changes, so you may begin to occasionally feel a little unsteady on your feet. Try to avoid situations with a high risk of falling. -love you"
7. He refuses to miss a doctors appointment.
8. He remembers things to ask the doctor that I have forgotten.
9. He talks to my belly and makes me put the phone on it so he can talk to the baby when he is not home.
10. He buys books on amazon entitled, "Dude You are Going to be a Dad," and "What to Expect When You are Expecting...for Fathers." And then he actually reads them!
11. He tells me he is never going to change a diaper and I know without a doubt, he is completely kidding.
12. He asks how his baby is doing every single day.
13. He tells me the only gifts he wants are to do with the baby.
14. He can't wait to get the nursery furniture in so he can put it together.
15. He then spends a friday night putting the crib together because he is as excited as I am to get the furniture in.
16. When we go to target, he really wants to look at the baby stuff and points out things to me that will look good in the nursery.
17. He reads books about how to be a great father and then tells me about them.
18. He researches diaper bags that I may like.
19. He tells me often that I am "providing a good home" for our baby right now.
20. He wants to have his private time with our baby, so he talks to her under the covers.
21. He starts taking guitar lessons and practicing daily so that he can play it for our little girl. He then learns how to play the specific lullabies that I ask him to.
22. He tells me often how much he can't wait to meet this little baby.
23. He insists on buying the tiniest little GOLD ballet slippers that she will probably only wear once...if thats not a sign of her already being wrapped around his finger, I don't know what is.
24. He takes me to see the movie "What to expect when you are expecting," and doesn't complain one bit.
25. He realizes how tired I am and doesn't hesitate to cook dinner for me every night after we get home from work.
26. He doesn't complain about my "honeydo" list for him and asks me what order I would like them to be done in before the baby gets here.
27. He tells me all he wants for his birthday is a healthy baby girl.
28. I hear on a daily basis that he just "can't wait till his daughter is here."
29. He actually knows what kangaroo care is and thinks it is a great thing!
30. He loves me and this baby more than anything else in the world. He hasn't complained one bit about my weird pregnancy related idiosyncrasies. He gets me, he tries his best to understand the way I am feeling and does what ever he can to support me. How did this sweet baby girl and I ever get so lucky?
Happy Birthday dear husband of mine! Turning 30 doesn't seem so bad when you have something so special to look forward to in the very near future, does it? I love you to the moon and back and can't wait to see you as a dad to our little kickboxer!
Thursday, September 20, 2012
36 Weeks
September 20, 2012
Pregnancy Stats:
Pregnancy Stats:
How Far Along: 36 weeks
Size of baby: 5 lbs 12 ounces, size of a crenshaw melon, whatever the heck that is,
and around 18.5 inches long
Size of baby: 5 lbs 12 ounces, size of a crenshaw melon, whatever the heck that is,
and around 18.5 inches long
Total Weight Gain: 15 pounds so far...
Gender: It's a GIRL!!!
Movement: She moves a lot still and her movements have become rather painful at times, probably because she is getting bigger and bigger, and running out of room. Her eviction notice is coming soon! She still likes to camp out on my right side under my liver and rib cage and just hang out. She's claimed this space since day 1...not going to be a type A personality at all ;)
Sleep: I give up with sleeping well. I always get up a couple of times, to go to the bathroom or roll over to my other side, which takes a lot of effort, believe it or not. I have a feeling my days of sleeping are loooooong gone, and that is fine with me.
What I miss: A good nights sleep, being able to move without pain, running/exercising. I read that my uterus is up to one thousand times larger than before I got pregnant...which makes me feel huge and slow...yep that pretty much sums it up!
Cravings: Cold things and chocolate, nothing new.
Symptoms: Pain...And that's all I am going to say about that. Braxton Hicks. However, nothing major to complain about still. Praise God for that!
Maternity Clothes: Yep or shirts a size too big for me when I am not growing a watermelon, but mostly I just wear my husbands t-shirts and a pair of running shorts. And Thank God for being able to wear scrubs to work! So thankful my husband really doesn't care what I wear or look like for that matter.
Best Moment this week: Getting a good report at the doctor! We hung pictures up in the nursery finally. It's coming along! So ready to get this room finished. Have to get the bookcase my dad made me next week and I think we will be good to go!
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