Beauty is intimidating.

Went to my weekly OB appointment this morning. First things first: if you’re pregnant and haven’t had your cervix checked for dilation, just know that it’s incredibly painful. Especially when your petite doctor has tiny little hands.

I am not dilated at all despite all of the Braxton Hicks contractions. Doctor says that’s normal and is no indication of when the baby will come. She’s seen women go from zero to 10 overnight. Some don’t ever dilate on their own. So we’ll see.

The perinatologist ended up putting me on medication. Sigh. This means induction (unless baby wants to do mommy a huge favor and come on his own). My OB told me that the perinatologist might choose to induce me NEXT week. If they don’t, she will induce me the following week. The perinatologist will be calling me tomorrow to discuss. At this point, if they are going to induce, they should let me pick the date. I’m going to push for a Wednesday so we could be home by the weekend. (I’m half joking, ok?)


My last day of work is Friday. This is bringing up all kinds of mixed emotions, mainly excitement and anxiety. I will have to write a separate blog on my anxiety. When it’s all said and done, however, I know that my life is just about to become even more beautiful than it already is. Infinitely more beautiful. I’m going to have my own little family. Whoa.

And I can’t wait.



The days of my life.

Just a quick update on what’s been going on. Brace yourselves. It gets crazy. Ok, not really.

  • Thanksgiving happened and that was fun. I was really worn down all day, but I chalked that up to being so pregnant.
  • The next morning I woke up with a sore throat and stuffy nose. Uh oh. We all know what that means. I immediately started drinking tons of fluids and taking Emergen-C to heed off a cold. It didn’t work. The cold still happened.
  • It sucks having a bad cold and being pregnant, just FYI. I had an OB appt today, but canceled because I don’t want to leave the house. I left the house yesterday and the cold, dry air really messed with my lungs and sent me down a spiral of hacking and dizziness. I left a message with the nurse to call me back and tell me what kind of drugs I can take (preferably ones that help me sleep). She called back and told me no Emergen-C but laughed when I told her too late. No biggie, just not recommended by her office. Oops. Baby is still disco dancing in my uterus, so I’m not worried.
  • I don’t know what’s going on with me, but I’ve been watching a lot of football with my husband (and kinda liking it) and also becoming slightly obsessed with the Star Wars movies.
  • I am almost 37 weeks pregnant, which is full term. Scary. We’ve still got a few things to get like a breast pump (really leaning toward the Hygeia, since it’s come so highly recommended by my doctor and my mother-in-law the nurse), and some nursing bras (thanks to Tamara for reminding me I need those), and some other little things. We’re pretty much all set up here with everything else. And baby clothes? He is set until he’s one. It’s kinda crazy. And I keep buying them, so I am also crazy.

Here’s one pile. There’s a lot more. Our mothers cleaned out a Carter’s or two.

  • Blood sugar is still good. Still annoyed at having to poke myself four times a day.

My life lately…

…has consisted of me doing the following things:

  1. Lots of doctor’s appointments. All is status quo. Baby is 5 lbs 12 oz now with 4 weeks to go. I’ve been monitoring my blood sugar and all is normal. The doctor is just being over cautious, which is…whatever. I am an exemplary patient. I do what they tell me to do.
  2. I have an almost 6 pound baby directly on my bladder. We saw his face again on Tuesday. He’s pretty damn cute if I do say so myself.
  3. Chris and I took a childbirth class. That was actually pretty interesting and I probably could have blogged about it. But. I didn’t. Sorry. Anyway, I learned a lot and so did Chris. He took a ton of notes and was really engaged. That made my heart pretty happy.
  4. After the birth class, we did something social for a change and had dinner with some friends. They were so kind to grill us some steak and we spent hours just talking and laughing. That was nice since once Henry comes I’m sure our social life will be even more non-existent.
  5. I finally had to fill out our birth plan. As of now, here’s where I stand: I am gonna go for all natural (like I’ve always wanted) but I’m signing the waiver form for an epidural in case I want one. And if things don’t work out how I want them to, then I’m not going to beat myself up over it (as long as baby is ok). The only thing I am adamantly against are analgesic pain killers.
  6. I’m training my replacement at work, which makes the whole “I’m going to be a stay at home mom!!!” more and more real. My life is about to be unrecognizable, and I’m both excited and anxious.
  7. I’ve gained a total of 20 pounds and I’m happy about that. My doctor thinks most of it is water weight since my legs and feet ARE HUGE. At my appointment yesterday, the doctor pulled up my pant leg to check out the swelling and audibly gasped. I wasn’t even offended. I was all, “Yeah, I know. It’s crazy, huh??” Let’s put it this way: I was wearing socks with monkeys on them (I’m 13 apparently) and the outlines of the monkeys were embedded onto my feet. And the top of the socks left a good 1″ dent in my ankles. Cankle town is no joke anymore. It’s  REALLLL.

I promise to be better about blogging soon. I’m just so exhausted lately. Last night, I laid down at around 8 pm and passed out cold. The other night, I fell asleep mid-sentence while talking to Chris and holding my iPad. I woke myself up a little while later by snorting really loudly and had drooled all over myself. Sexy.

Growing a kid takes a lot of a girl.

Shake that booty.

I used one of my remaining vacation days at work yesterday to tackle the 3 hour glucose test. I got there as soon as they opened, 6 am, and I felt nauseous before I even drank the crap. Fasting when you’re almost 34 weeks pregnant is not easy. The tech was a little wet behind the ears, but nice enough. He told me that the vast majority of women don’t make it the entire 3 hours before throwing up. Great. Thanks, dude.

I brought an iPad and watched some movies, which helped keep my mind off my queasiness a little bit. At the 1 hour draw mark, I noticed they were late getting me. So I went to the front desk and told them. It took them 10 minutes to call me back.  I was beyond pissed off. I told the tech that I wasn’t going to be here longer than I needed to and I sure as hell wasn’t re-doing this test, so he needed to remember me for the next 2 draws. At that point, I broke down into tears. Embarrassing. After he drew my blood, I went into the bathroom and cried for 15 minutes like a maniac. I was hungry, thirsty, tired, shaky, and really mad. The tears just kept coming and I was defenseless against them.

After that, I went outside for some fresh air and saw some people getting ready for an early morning balloon ride. It’s amazing how quickly I calmed down just by watching some damn balloons inflate.

It must be the pretty colors.

The next two hours went rather quickly, thankfully. And I didn’t puke! By the time I got home, I was so drained. I ate some food and passed out cold for a few hours. Then I woke up, answered my husband’s text messages, and promptly passed out again for a couple more hours. I’m so glad I had the foresight to take the day off.

Now I wait to see if I passed. I honestly think I did, but who knows. I’ve got a little over a month left in this pregnancy, so worst case scenario is I have to change up my diet a little for the remaining days. No biggie. I’ll do what I need to do.

In other baby news, the baby shifted again today. He’s been head down for a while, but his head was nestled on my left side and his butt on the upper right of my belly. This morning, I actually saw his little butt move to the middle of my belly. Then it started moving back and forth. He was shaking his booty! I called Chris in to see, and we both laughed. He’s already the light of our lives and we couldn’t be more crazy about this baby. I can’t wait to hold him.

Ok guys and gals. Make sure you vote on Tuesday (or before). Chris and I went last week to get the early vote on. There is no excuse for not voting, so just doooo it.


Snoogle time.

In an act of desperation, I dropped $70 on a pregnancy pillow called the Snoogle. Dumb name, but let’s hope it works. I am a tummy sleeper, and being pregnant isn’t conducive to that obviously. After a week of barely no sleep, I had to try something. The regular body pillow does nothing for me. My dog loves it though, so not a complete waste of money (ok, it totally was).

Wish me luck! I hear good things about this from previously-preg ladies, so I’m excited.

And if it sucks, I have the receipt handy.

I re-wrote the post that I tried to publish last night. After I wrote it, I realized I wasn’t quite ready to share yet. So, as one of my friends pointed out, maybe it was meant to be. Thanks WordPress for not working, I guess!