Well, Baby Girl's due date has come and gone. I was really depressed yesterday. Not that I thought she would actually come yesterday, since only 5% of women have their baby on their actual due date. My doctor told me that 85% of women have their baby in the week before their due date, but I think he was just saying that to make me feel good, because the books that I have from the class I took in college say anywhere from 20-30% of women go over. Thanks for the false hope there doctor!
I've been having some cramps last night and this morning, and some other signs (that are just TMI so I won't get into it) that make me really hopeful that this child will be coming in the next day or two. But I'm really trying not to get my hopes up, you know? More as it happens, I guess.
Showing posts with label third trimester. Show all posts
Showing posts with label third trimester. Show all posts
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. This time I actually get checked, and I'm hoping that he finds that something is going on. Anything. I'll even take a centimeter dilated, which really doesn't mean much of anything. I swear if there's no dilation or effacement..... :(
A lot of people have been commenting that I look like I've dropped, and I think I agree with them. There's a lot more space between my belly and my chest now, and I can actually eat more than ten bites of food without being stuffed. If nothing else, I think I've dropped because her head is sitting directly on my bladder and if I drink all the water I'm supposed to I pretty much live in the bathroom.
I've actually gotten a good nights sleep a couple nights this past week. Not last night, but a couple, so that's something. I think it's God's way of preparing mothers for having a newborn and not sleeping a lot anyways. Warm up.
A lot of people have been commenting that I look like I've dropped, and I think I agree with them. There's a lot more space between my belly and my chest now, and I can actually eat more than ten bites of food without being stuffed. If nothing else, I think I've dropped because her head is sitting directly on my bladder and if I drink all the water I'm supposed to I pretty much live in the bathroom.
I've actually gotten a good nights sleep a couple nights this past week. Not last night, but a couple, so that's something. I think it's God's way of preparing mothers for having a newborn and not sleeping a lot anyways. Warm up.
Friday, August 7, 2009
38 weeks tomorrow! Still no signs of anything definite or real going on. The Braxton Hicks are coming more frequently - probably 8 or 9 times a day, but nothing steady. As of my appointment on Wednesday her head hadn't dropped down any. Boo! However, no protein in my urine this time, and my blood pressure is still good. Not as low as it used to be, but still hovering below the line where it's considered to be high. So that's good at least. Next week Dr. Knox will do a check to see if I'm dilated or effaced any. I've been praying like mad that I will be because I just do NOT want to go over. It has been a long 38 weeks, and I am ready to meet my baby girl.
I would guess that today she flipped around so that she was positioned with her face out, because I can't feel her hard little butt under my ribs when I poke around. Found a lump that I think was a hand near my belly button, and when I started to mess with it a little, she moved it. I was looking at my stomach at the time, and you could see this little lump travel a couple inches across my stomach. It's just so crazy looking!
On my list of things to get done this weekend: finish packing my bag for the hospital and buy a diaper bag. My bag is about half packed, I just need to add in my coming home outfit, toothbrush, and a couple other things of the sort. The problem is that I have so few maternity tops and bottoms that I just don't want to have to retire any of them by packing them in my bag.
Luke and Zane are going to the lake one last time tomorrow afternoon, and camping there overnight. Don't take that as a sign that you should go ahead and show up, okay Baby Girl? :)
I would guess that today she flipped around so that she was positioned with her face out, because I can't feel her hard little butt under my ribs when I poke around. Found a lump that I think was a hand near my belly button, and when I started to mess with it a little, she moved it. I was looking at my stomach at the time, and you could see this little lump travel a couple inches across my stomach. It's just so crazy looking!
On my list of things to get done this weekend: finish packing my bag for the hospital and buy a diaper bag. My bag is about half packed, I just need to add in my coming home outfit, toothbrush, and a couple other things of the sort. The problem is that I have so few maternity tops and bottoms that I just don't want to have to retire any of them by packing them in my bag.
Luke and Zane are going to the lake one last time tomorrow afternoon, and camping there overnight. Don't take that as a sign that you should go ahead and show up, okay Baby Girl? :)
Friday, July 31, 2009
Long overdue update
My God, I didn't realize it had been almost three months since I had updated this thing. I mean, I knew it had been a while, but good grief. So much for documenting my first pregnancy.
Three weeks to go. Here's the good, the bad, and the ugly of lately.
The Good: Almost done! The end.
Haha, no I kid. There's more good to it than that. Last weekend we got the nursery finished. Well, almost. Sunday we're going to hang the letters for her name and put up this really cool press on wall decor thing that I found at Hobby Lobby. THEN it will be finished. Of course, we're hanging the letters, then taking them down once the nails are in the wall so that someone with the initials of ZANE doesn't see the baby's name and tell everyone what it is. :) I shall post pictures when all of the decor is up and the stroller and bassinet are out of there. We ended up painting the walls a really nice greeen, to go with the green in the quilt. I really thought I would be a pink, pink, pink person. Well, her clothing is pretty heavy on the pink, but all of the pink paint we looked at was a bit too "bubblegum" for our tastes. The quilt has a couple different pinks and some green and brown and cream in it, so the walls make the room not too pink and bring out the green in the quilt nicely. We just took the window valance to Lowe's and had them do their color match thing, which was pretty dang accurate. I was pleasantly surprised.
Lots of baby movements. The other day I was sitting on the couch and gave my stomach a random pat. Totally startled the crap out of Baby Girl, because she pretty much jumped in there (as best as she can, that is). Pretty funny. Lots of hiccups this week too. And sometimes you can see what looks like a knee or elbow or something sweep across my stomach. It is just so cool, I can't even describe it.
Luke has been super sweet and helpful the last month or two. Tonight he pushed in the coffee table and got me pillows and wet washclothes so I could put my feet up to maybe get the swelling down some. It did nothing for the swelling, but it was very sweet of him I thought. Last night he was poking my swollen feet because if you press on them, they stay indented for a little while. Gross. He was having way too much fun with it, I thought. :)
The Bad: I have the Heartburn from Hell. Some advice that I have for all women out there: do not schedule a dentist appointment for three weeks before you are due. Because laying back in the chair was hell. I've had so much heartburn and acid lately that I was coughing the whole way through as a way to try to keep it all down. It. Was. Miserable.
Apparently she hasn't dropped yet, but there are days her head floats down into my pelvis, and dear God, I just want to curl up and die. It frakkin' hurts! Earlier this week it was raining and I thought when I left the bank that I could do a little bit of a job to my car. Not with her head ramming into my pelvis I sure couldn't. *shudders*
Sleeping is no longer enjoyable, and honestly, if I could make it the next three weeks without sleeping, I would. I put a pillow between my legs. I prop myself up. I wait until I super tired to go to bed. And I still toss and turn all night. And I'm so freakin' fat that if I lay on one side too long the arm I'm laying on gets numb. I can't just flip over either, because of all the pelvic pain. I have to either sit all the way up then turn to the other side, or get on my hands and knees to flip over. It's seriously a one to two minute ordeal.
And, The Ugly:
Some protein in my urine at my appointment on Wednesday. That, along with my perma-swollen ankles and calves and hands, and the unexpected FIVE POUND IN A WEEK WEIGHT GAIN has me worried. Those are all signs of toxemia/preeclampsia. Which I am at an increased risk for because of all of my fertility problems, and because I'm borderline GD. So I'm kind of stressing about my appointment next Wednesday. If my blood pressure goes up (which it hasn't yet, so there is hope) and I still have all those other symptoms, or the protein in my urine increases, that's the end of this pregnancy. I just do not want to be induced. Of course, I want a healthy baby more than anything, but oh I do not want an induction. That's always been one of my top things about labor and delivery - no induction. I don't want forceps, I don't want an episiotomy, I don't want all of that crap. I took that class in college you know. If you induce, the odds that you need everything else is so much greater.
But more than anything I want Baby Girl to be okay. So. If it comes down to it, I'll deal with an induction. In the meantime, I'm doing a lot of praying. And putting my feet up and trying to avoid salt. I also read somewhere that there *might* be a link between not getting enough Vitamin C and preeclampsia. So I have oranges and grapefruit in my fridge that I will be eating every day between now and next week. It at least makes me feel like I'm trying.
Three weeks to go. Here's the good, the bad, and the ugly of lately.
The Good: Almost done! The end.
Haha, no I kid. There's more good to it than that. Last weekend we got the nursery finished. Well, almost. Sunday we're going to hang the letters for her name and put up this really cool press on wall decor thing that I found at Hobby Lobby. THEN it will be finished. Of course, we're hanging the letters, then taking them down once the nails are in the wall so that someone with the initials of ZANE doesn't see the baby's name and tell everyone what it is. :) I shall post pictures when all of the decor is up and the stroller and bassinet are out of there. We ended up painting the walls a really nice greeen, to go with the green in the quilt. I really thought I would be a pink, pink, pink person. Well, her clothing is pretty heavy on the pink, but all of the pink paint we looked at was a bit too "bubblegum" for our tastes. The quilt has a couple different pinks and some green and brown and cream in it, so the walls make the room not too pink and bring out the green in the quilt nicely. We just took the window valance to Lowe's and had them do their color match thing, which was pretty dang accurate. I was pleasantly surprised.
Lots of baby movements. The other day I was sitting on the couch and gave my stomach a random pat. Totally startled the crap out of Baby Girl, because she pretty much jumped in there (as best as she can, that is). Pretty funny. Lots of hiccups this week too. And sometimes you can see what looks like a knee or elbow or something sweep across my stomach. It is just so cool, I can't even describe it.
Luke has been super sweet and helpful the last month or two. Tonight he pushed in the coffee table and got me pillows and wet washclothes so I could put my feet up to maybe get the swelling down some. It did nothing for the swelling, but it was very sweet of him I thought. Last night he was poking my swollen feet because if you press on them, they stay indented for a little while. Gross. He was having way too much fun with it, I thought. :)
The Bad: I have the Heartburn from Hell. Some advice that I have for all women out there: do not schedule a dentist appointment for three weeks before you are due. Because laying back in the chair was hell. I've had so much heartburn and acid lately that I was coughing the whole way through as a way to try to keep it all down. It. Was. Miserable.
Apparently she hasn't dropped yet, but there are days her head floats down into my pelvis, and dear God, I just want to curl up and die. It frakkin' hurts! Earlier this week it was raining and I thought when I left the bank that I could do a little bit of a job to my car. Not with her head ramming into my pelvis I sure couldn't. *shudders*
Sleeping is no longer enjoyable, and honestly, if I could make it the next three weeks without sleeping, I would. I put a pillow between my legs. I prop myself up. I wait until I super tired to go to bed. And I still toss and turn all night. And I'm so freakin' fat that if I lay on one side too long the arm I'm laying on gets numb. I can't just flip over either, because of all the pelvic pain. I have to either sit all the way up then turn to the other side, or get on my hands and knees to flip over. It's seriously a one to two minute ordeal.
And, The Ugly:
Some protein in my urine at my appointment on Wednesday. That, along with my perma-swollen ankles and calves and hands, and the unexpected FIVE POUND IN A WEEK WEIGHT GAIN has me worried. Those are all signs of toxemia/preeclampsia. Which I am at an increased risk for because of all of my fertility problems, and because I'm borderline GD. So I'm kind of stressing about my appointment next Wednesday. If my blood pressure goes up (which it hasn't yet, so there is hope) and I still have all those other symptoms, or the protein in my urine increases, that's the end of this pregnancy. I just do not want to be induced. Of course, I want a healthy baby more than anything, but oh I do not want an induction. That's always been one of my top things about labor and delivery - no induction. I don't want forceps, I don't want an episiotomy, I don't want all of that crap. I took that class in college you know. If you induce, the odds that you need everything else is so much greater.
But more than anything I want Baby Girl to be okay. So. If it comes down to it, I'll deal with an induction. In the meantime, I'm doing a lot of praying. And putting my feet up and trying to avoid salt. I also read somewhere that there *might* be a link between not getting enough Vitamin C and preeclampsia. So I have oranges and grapefruit in my fridge that I will be eating every day between now and next week. It at least makes me feel like I'm trying.
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