It's taken me awhile to get to where I can write this out since now my sweet little David is here.
My contractions began on Thanksgiving day, occuring about every hour from 10 am in the morning till around midnight when I finally went to bed. John and I were able to have Thanksgiving dinner, and watch the last UT football game of the season. My mother came to spend the night, and we all headed off to bed at midnight. As soon as I went to bed however my contractions starting coming every 8 minutes or so. I kept John up to hold my hand and time out the contractions, until they finally got to be 5 minutes apart. Around 2:40 am we got our things together, woke up my mother, and headed off to the hospital. We called John's parents on the way there to let them know the show had started.
We got to the hospital about 3:10, and we were taken to a room where they checked to see my dialation and said that I was effaced 90% but still only dialated 1 cm. The hospital called my doctor who said to observe me till the morning. It was then they moved me to a delivery room and hooked me up to an IV and the other monitors. My contractions kept coming as back labor, which was pretty painful. But my birth plan stated that I was not to be given an epidural until 4 cm. So I kept having contractions all morning until the Doctor came in around 10 a and checked me that I was now at 4 cm.
The Anesthesiologist came in about 11 am and administered my epidural. After that I felt much better as the pain from the contractions had subsided, and I was finally able to take a nap once the pain had gone away. They checked me again around 3 pm or so to see that I was now dialated 9 cm, and we were almost there. I waited another hour and half for the doctor to pronouce that I was at 10 cm and it was time to start pushing.
With the help of John, my mother, David and Donna; I pushed as hard as I could for 2 1/2 hours. By that time when the baby still had not come, they called the doctor in again and she did an ultrasound on me to see that the baby was transverse. His little head was jammed up against my pelvic bone. The Doctor then told us that even if we managed to get the head out his shoulders would get stuck, so we needed to do a C-section to get me delivered. I continued having to push as they administered more drugs to me to kill the pain, and wheeled me into surgery. John dressed in scrubs and came with me.
Through all the drugs and hormones I was freezing the whole time, but all the doctors and nursing staff did everything they could to make me comfortable. I barely felt anything when they cut into get the baby out. The doctor said I had been doing some really good pushing and that if he had been in a good position to come out naturally I would have pushed him out well. He was so stuck that the nurse had to actually push him back up so they could get him out.
At 7:32 pm, my little baby boy was born. In writing this now I'm remembering everything that we went through together and now the tears have started to come. He was 8 lbs. 12 oz and 22 inches long. Once they had finished cleaning him up and doing all the measuring, John brought him over to me so I could see him. Then they took my little boy to the nursery and John stayed with me as they sewed me back up. Then I was wheeled into the recovery room. I was released from recovery about 3 hours later and taken to my post partum room where I finally got to hold my son.
Though I am not unbiased, in my opinion he is the sweetest baby ever born. I love him so much that it almost hurts me to be apart from him. I kiss and love on him so much that sometimes he fusses at me, almost like he's saying "Sheez Mom! Enough already". But I can't help it. He's so adorable and sweet and cute and soft, that I just can't stop myself. My life has been forever changed by this little miracle, and I will love him till the day I die.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Past all due dates
So here we are after midnight on the 22nd....still no baby. He apparently really likes in there! I had an ultrasound this past monday and he was an average size, measuring about 7 lbs, 15 oz. and we got a picture of his face. Though it was in the ultrasound gray and silver tones and not a 3d. But it's all fine with me cause I got his 3rd trimester picture for his baby picture frame.
However, now we are past the new due date of the 16th, and past the old due date of the 21st. Past the muscle testing of Dr. Martin, and now we're going into the gray murky realms of...whenever. They've set me for an induction on the 28th, but I have a feeling that I won't make it to that date. I think as I have throughoutthis pregnancy that we're going to sit down for Thanksgiving dinner, cut the turkey, and my water's going to break. That's the image I've had about his birth since I found out how close his due date was.
As for me, I'm kind of happy to still be pregnant. As I've said before I look on towards the future with a mixture of fear towards going through labor and the deep need and desire for David to come out and join the world so I can hold him in my arms. This week John and I have both been struck with a head cold, so I really didn't want for the baby to come yet. I'm slowly getting better, and now I'd like to get the house cleaned for his arrival, and get those final last few things done. So I look on David's lateness again with a mixture of feelings, but mostly trusting in the wisdom of David's own timing. He's going to come when he's ready and depite what my mother says on this I don't really have any say in the matter. I know my son will come when it's right for him to.
However, now we are past the new due date of the 16th, and past the old due date of the 21st. Past the muscle testing of Dr. Martin, and now we're going into the gray murky realms of...whenever. They've set me for an induction on the 28th, but I have a feeling that I won't make it to that date. I think as I have throughoutthis pregnancy that we're going to sit down for Thanksgiving dinner, cut the turkey, and my water's going to break. That's the image I've had about his birth since I found out how close his due date was.
As for me, I'm kind of happy to still be pregnant. As I've said before I look on towards the future with a mixture of fear towards going through labor and the deep need and desire for David to come out and join the world so I can hold him in my arms. This week John and I have both been struck with a head cold, so I really didn't want for the baby to come yet. I'm slowly getting better, and now I'd like to get the house cleaned for his arrival, and get those final last few things done. So I look on David's lateness again with a mixture of feelings, but mostly trusting in the wisdom of David's own timing. He's going to come when he's ready and depite what my mother says on this I don't really have any say in the matter. I know my son will come when it's right for him to.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Maternity Leave
Well I am finally on maternity leave from work...it's my 4th day of being on my official matrernity leave. I've been waiting for my nesting instinct to kick in so that I can really get this house clean for the baby, and so I can get the nursery really finished up. Today is the first day that I've had any kind of feelings or inclination in that vein, but I am hoping that it gets a little stronger since I'm still kind of ho-hum.
The baby seems to be doing fine, not that I've seen him since 5 months. But by the feel of his many kicks and twists and turns, he seems to be doing well. The Doctor thinks he's "pretty big" but God only knows what the scale is there. I was 9 lbs. 1 oz. when I was born and John was 8 lbs. 8 oz., so I've been expecting for David to be over 9 lbs.. The Dr. said that if she had to induce she would probably do another ultrasound to see how big he was before making that decision. I would be happy to get another ultrasound so that I could get my 3rd trimester picture for the babies ultrasound photo frame. I'm keeping my fingers crossed there.
My Due date is getting closer and closer, and everyone is on baby watch at this point. Mom is sleeping with her cell phone by the bed. The ladies at the church are on high alert everytime I call her. John is semi concerned when ever I have pause or make a noise. I'm a mixture between being totally freaked out about labor and becoming a mom and really wanting to hold my baby and have him outside of my body. But I'm sure he's going to make his appearance when he's ready. C'mon november 21st!
The baby seems to be doing fine, not that I've seen him since 5 months. But by the feel of his many kicks and twists and turns, he seems to be doing well. The Doctor thinks he's "pretty big" but God only knows what the scale is there. I was 9 lbs. 1 oz. when I was born and John was 8 lbs. 8 oz., so I've been expecting for David to be over 9 lbs.. The Dr. said that if she had to induce she would probably do another ultrasound to see how big he was before making that decision. I would be happy to get another ultrasound so that I could get my 3rd trimester picture for the babies ultrasound photo frame. I'm keeping my fingers crossed there.
My Due date is getting closer and closer, and everyone is on baby watch at this point. Mom is sleeping with her cell phone by the bed. The ladies at the church are on high alert everytime I call her. John is semi concerned when ever I have pause or make a noise. I'm a mixture between being totally freaked out about labor and becoming a mom and really wanting to hold my baby and have him outside of my body. But I'm sure he's going to make his appearance when he's ready. C'mon november 21st!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Sad news
John's last living grandparent Gigi, passed away today. Gigi was a pistol of a woman, and she had a wonderful life. She was about a week away from her 91st birthday when she passed. We were hoping that Gigi would live to meet the baby, but she can now protect and watch over David in energy and love.
As I'm sitting here wondering what to write I keep thinking of all the great times I spent with Gigi. Though I'd only known Gigi for about 3 years now, she had become very special to me. I'm a pretty family oriented person and I was very close with my own grandmother. I lost my own grandmother about 9 years ago, and having Gigi in my life made it as though I had that part of my family back again. Now with her passing I'm again feeling the sting of losing such a loving presence in my life.
I'm grateful that I did get to spend time with Gigi learning about her past and her life. I learned about her life in Dalhart during the Dust Bowl and Depression era, about her time in DC during the war, and her life afterwards living in DC. I'm grateful that Gigi was able to be at our wedding, and that she passed knowing that the Poole line would continue on in our son. I'm grateful for the times we spent with Gigi in DC, for being able to be there at Gigi's 90th birthday party; for the weekend shopping together in Port Aransus, and for all the other little moments I got to spend with her. I'm mostly grateful that because of all these experiences and everything I learned that both John and I will be able to pass on our memories of her to our son.
We all love you Gigi, and we all know that you are now in a better place. I keep reminding myself how full of energy you were, and that energy never dies. Energy can never be destroyed, it only changes form. So though you may not be here in physical presence with us any longer, I know that your energy and your presence is not gone from us completely. I believe in reincarnation, and I believe that we continue to meet and experience the people that mean the most to use throughout our lives and through out our incarnations. So keeping those beliefs close to me, allows me to say that I will meet you again Gigi. Though I may not perceive exactly who you are to me, I know that my soul will recognize you right away. You have touched my life, and in turn you have already touched our son's life. Thank you for sharing your time and love with us on this plane. Rest in Peace.
Frances "Gigi" Poole
Nov. 1 1919 - Oct. 23 2010
As I'm sitting here wondering what to write I keep thinking of all the great times I spent with Gigi. Though I'd only known Gigi for about 3 years now, she had become very special to me. I'm a pretty family oriented person and I was very close with my own grandmother. I lost my own grandmother about 9 years ago, and having Gigi in my life made it as though I had that part of my family back again. Now with her passing I'm again feeling the sting of losing such a loving presence in my life.
I'm grateful that I did get to spend time with Gigi learning about her past and her life. I learned about her life in Dalhart during the Dust Bowl and Depression era, about her time in DC during the war, and her life afterwards living in DC. I'm grateful that Gigi was able to be at our wedding, and that she passed knowing that the Poole line would continue on in our son. I'm grateful for the times we spent with Gigi in DC, for being able to be there at Gigi's 90th birthday party; for the weekend shopping together in Port Aransus, and for all the other little moments I got to spend with her. I'm mostly grateful that because of all these experiences and everything I learned that both John and I will be able to pass on our memories of her to our son.
We all love you Gigi, and we all know that you are now in a better place. I keep reminding myself how full of energy you were, and that energy never dies. Energy can never be destroyed, it only changes form. So though you may not be here in physical presence with us any longer, I know that your energy and your presence is not gone from us completely. I believe in reincarnation, and I believe that we continue to meet and experience the people that mean the most to use throughout our lives and through out our incarnations. So keeping those beliefs close to me, allows me to say that I will meet you again Gigi. Though I may not perceive exactly who you are to me, I know that my soul will recognize you right away. You have touched my life, and in turn you have already touched our son's life. Thank you for sharing your time and love with us on this plane. Rest in Peace.
Frances "Gigi" Poole
Nov. 1 1919 - Oct. 23 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Strange new dream
Last night I woke up around 4:00 am thinking about bottle feeding the baby for the extravaganza. Crazy thing about it was that I thought I was dreaming about bottle feeding the baby during the extravaganza, until I had been awake for about 5-10 minutes which was when I realized I was actually awake.
Anyhow, I tossed and turned, unable to get back to sleep for about an hour. Still thinking about random baby things until sometime after 5:00 am when I finally dozed off again. When I did finally get back to sleep I had this odd dream.
I was back in High School, but I was driving the new car that I just bought (we traded in the PT Cruiser for a 2008 Toyota Camry Hybrid). Ali and Caryn were there and had just returned from Ireland (they're really coming back any day now) and I wanted to show them the new car. So I took them outside to the parking lot. I found the car and I opened the door and sat inside, which was when I realized that it was not my car...at least not all of my car. Instead of the fancy controls and navigation system that the car actually has, it looked like the inside of a Ford Escort (the car I actually drove in High school). There was a tape deck where the navigation system should have been, and all the dials and interior was black instead of the gray and silver that the car actually has. But the car still looked the exact same on the outside.
I got out and knew this wasn't my car. Then a "mechanic/gaurd" came out of the little shack house that was in the middle of the lot, and suddenly there were like 5-6 other guys there. I accused all of them of stealing the inside of my car. Which they sort of semi fessed up to. I then went searching for the inside of my car. Suddenly the parking lot was a parking garage and I traversed 4 -5 levels of this parking garage, until I finally found this small room where there was this boxy looking Buick that was painted the same shade as my Camry.
I got in and knew that this was my car, even though it looked nothing like the actual interior of my car. But all the controls were so fancy and digital that in my dream this was the "inside" of my car that had been stolen. I told the main "Mechanic/Gaurd" that this was the inside of my car and he said he would put it back in my actual car. This is where the dream ends because I woke up and had to go to work at this point.
As far as the baby front goes, we've finished taking our classes. I'm at 34 weeks along now, so I've only got 6 weeks left of the pregnancy, as long as I don't go early or late. ( I love how I refer to my labor in the text of a volcano exploding). The baby is moving pretty fiercly these days and at times I feel like he's trying to pop out of my navel. I'm pretty uncomfortable most of the time these days, but especially standing up, walking etc is really a b**ch, cause it feels like there's a bowling ball pressing on my va-jay-jay. I walk a heck of a lot slower, and with a definite waddle now. I feel like Godzilla attacking Tokyo at times. Forget about bending down, bending over, bending in any which way is uncomfortable and I tend to get lightheaded when I try it. John has to help me up all the time these days. The swelling feet and hands has cleared up a bit though since I spend most of my time sitting or lying down now. Like I said I'm just generally uncomfortable, and I'm ready to have this baby. I'm now at the "Please get him out of me" stage.
Anyhow, I tossed and turned, unable to get back to sleep for about an hour. Still thinking about random baby things until sometime after 5:00 am when I finally dozed off again. When I did finally get back to sleep I had this odd dream.
I was back in High School, but I was driving the new car that I just bought (we traded in the PT Cruiser for a 2008 Toyota Camry Hybrid). Ali and Caryn were there and had just returned from Ireland (they're really coming back any day now) and I wanted to show them the new car. So I took them outside to the parking lot. I found the car and I opened the door and sat inside, which was when I realized that it was not my car...at least not all of my car. Instead of the fancy controls and navigation system that the car actually has, it looked like the inside of a Ford Escort (the car I actually drove in High school). There was a tape deck where the navigation system should have been, and all the dials and interior was black instead of the gray and silver that the car actually has. But the car still looked the exact same on the outside.
I got out and knew this wasn't my car. Then a "mechanic/gaurd" came out of the little shack house that was in the middle of the lot, and suddenly there were like 5-6 other guys there. I accused all of them of stealing the inside of my car. Which they sort of semi fessed up to. I then went searching for the inside of my car. Suddenly the parking lot was a parking garage and I traversed 4 -5 levels of this parking garage, until I finally found this small room where there was this boxy looking Buick that was painted the same shade as my Camry.
I got in and knew that this was my car, even though it looked nothing like the actual interior of my car. But all the controls were so fancy and digital that in my dream this was the "inside" of my car that had been stolen. I told the main "Mechanic/Gaurd" that this was the inside of my car and he said he would put it back in my actual car. This is where the dream ends because I woke up and had to go to work at this point.
As far as the baby front goes, we've finished taking our classes. I'm at 34 weeks along now, so I've only got 6 weeks left of the pregnancy, as long as I don't go early or late. ( I love how I refer to my labor in the text of a volcano exploding). The baby is moving pretty fiercly these days and at times I feel like he's trying to pop out of my navel. I'm pretty uncomfortable most of the time these days, but especially standing up, walking etc is really a b**ch, cause it feels like there's a bowling ball pressing on my va-jay-jay. I walk a heck of a lot slower, and with a definite waddle now. I feel like Godzilla attacking Tokyo at times. Forget about bending down, bending over, bending in any which way is uncomfortable and I tend to get lightheaded when I try it. John has to help me up all the time these days. The swelling feet and hands has cleared up a bit though since I spend most of my time sitting or lying down now. Like I said I'm just generally uncomfortable, and I'm ready to have this baby. I'm now at the "Please get him out of me" stage.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Taking for Granted
As my pregnancy progresses, I've come to realize certain things that I always took for granted before and never will again. I will never again take for granted -
1) My shoe size
2) Drinking any kind of alcohol
3) Shaving my legs
4) Pulling up my pants
At almost 8 months pregnant now, my feet have begun to swell. I used to be a size 10 in my shoes, and a perfect 10 at that. My feet, strangley enough were one of the prettiest body parts I had. Even if they were a bit stinky ;D. I had a nice arch, cute little toes, and a slender curve to my feet and my ankles. But all that has changed now. Now, they are puffy little pastries that feel like they want to explode from the inside out. My ankles....are practically non existant. The creepiest thing about my feet now is when they get so swollen that the tops of my feet hurt when I walk. The fluid pools down in my feet and when I step, the tops of my feet jiggle which makes them hurt. The only relief I have found so far is to keep my feet propped us for an extended period of time. Which is not so easy a task when you work 40 hours a week and come from and married in to my two families.
Drinking alcohol.....this one is kind of a no brainer. I never felt like I was a lush or an alcoholic, but I would consider myself a moderate drinker. Though to listen to me talk now, you would think I was one step away from the Betty Ford clinic or a DUI. It's really more that when you take away all possibility and hope of enjoying a beer or a glass of wine after a hard day, you start to realize how much you enjoyed those times. Also when you are like me, and most of your evenings out centered around a few wonderful friends and smoky bar where you could sing your heart out at karaoke; you also begin to realize how much of your social life was centered around alcohol. Even if you didn't over indulge, you still miss happy hour when your pregnant.
Pre pregnancy, shaving my legs, used to be considered a chore. Now it's a luxury. Performing any task below your burgeoning belly is a luxury these days, including getting a pan out of the cupboard to cook dinner in. So since I rarely see my legs or my feet anymore unless I have them propped up on the couch, I often neglact that I have a small forest growing on my legs. I can only take "warm" baths which to me is just silly....why take a bath at all if it's just going to be "warm". And even with a bath you still have to perform yoga like stretching to shave your legs. In shower, perhaps? Not in a stand up shower, and not 7 -8 months pregnant. You might go unconsious from leaning over too long. So how did I manage it? Very carefully...sitting indian style in the shower, and doing one side of the leg at a time.
When you consider your lack of ability to bend over, coupled with your lack of balance due to your shift in gravity with the baby belly; you can start to see why pulling up your own pants would give a pregnant woman trouble. Then combine that with the swollen feet, making your feet bigger then usual, and you might get a visual image of what I look like getting dressed these days. I grab my pants off the hanger with trepidation each morning, take a deep breath, and hope for the best. It usually takes me several attempts to get my foot into the pant leg. I may lose balance and either wind up on the bed (it's very important for me to attempt this near a soft surface) or I could step on my pants in the fast reflex to balance myself on both feet. Then as I pull the pant leg up, there's typically a 30 - 40 % chance that my foot or a toe will get stuck at the very bottom of the pant leg and I can't get it free. So I usually end up on the bed again in those instances. Of course after that leg is done, I have a whole other leg to do this all over again. Between the bending over, the falling down, and the getting stuck....I never realized how adept I was at pulling on pants before my pregnancy. It had never crossed my mind that I was a frickin virtuoso at dressing myself, before I couldn't dress myself anymore.
Now with still 2 months to go until I can hold my child, I wonder what new experiences are in store for me? What other mundane tasks will I no longer be able to perform in a month? Will I ever return to my previous glory in dressing and grooming myself? I can only hope and pray that I will be able to pull my pants up once again with out the necessity of being falling distance from my bed. One thing is for certain though, I will never take these things for granted again.
1) My shoe size
2) Drinking any kind of alcohol
3) Shaving my legs
4) Pulling up my pants
At almost 8 months pregnant now, my feet have begun to swell. I used to be a size 10 in my shoes, and a perfect 10 at that. My feet, strangley enough were one of the prettiest body parts I had. Even if they were a bit stinky ;D. I had a nice arch, cute little toes, and a slender curve to my feet and my ankles. But all that has changed now. Now, they are puffy little pastries that feel like they want to explode from the inside out. My ankles....are practically non existant. The creepiest thing about my feet now is when they get so swollen that the tops of my feet hurt when I walk. The fluid pools down in my feet and when I step, the tops of my feet jiggle which makes them hurt. The only relief I have found so far is to keep my feet propped us for an extended period of time. Which is not so easy a task when you work 40 hours a week and come from and married in to my two families.
Drinking alcohol.....this one is kind of a no brainer. I never felt like I was a lush or an alcoholic, but I would consider myself a moderate drinker. Though to listen to me talk now, you would think I was one step away from the Betty Ford clinic or a DUI. It's really more that when you take away all possibility and hope of enjoying a beer or a glass of wine after a hard day, you start to realize how much you enjoyed those times. Also when you are like me, and most of your evenings out centered around a few wonderful friends and smoky bar where you could sing your heart out at karaoke; you also begin to realize how much of your social life was centered around alcohol. Even if you didn't over indulge, you still miss happy hour when your pregnant.
Pre pregnancy, shaving my legs, used to be considered a chore. Now it's a luxury. Performing any task below your burgeoning belly is a luxury these days, including getting a pan out of the cupboard to cook dinner in. So since I rarely see my legs or my feet anymore unless I have them propped up on the couch, I often neglact that I have a small forest growing on my legs. I can only take "warm" baths which to me is just silly....why take a bath at all if it's just going to be "warm". And even with a bath you still have to perform yoga like stretching to shave your legs. In shower, perhaps? Not in a stand up shower, and not 7 -8 months pregnant. You might go unconsious from leaning over too long. So how did I manage it? Very carefully...sitting indian style in the shower, and doing one side of the leg at a time.
When you consider your lack of ability to bend over, coupled with your lack of balance due to your shift in gravity with the baby belly; you can start to see why pulling up your own pants would give a pregnant woman trouble. Then combine that with the swollen feet, making your feet bigger then usual, and you might get a visual image of what I look like getting dressed these days. I grab my pants off the hanger with trepidation each morning, take a deep breath, and hope for the best. It usually takes me several attempts to get my foot into the pant leg. I may lose balance and either wind up on the bed (it's very important for me to attempt this near a soft surface) or I could step on my pants in the fast reflex to balance myself on both feet. Then as I pull the pant leg up, there's typically a 30 - 40 % chance that my foot or a toe will get stuck at the very bottom of the pant leg and I can't get it free. So I usually end up on the bed again in those instances. Of course after that leg is done, I have a whole other leg to do this all over again. Between the bending over, the falling down, and the getting stuck....I never realized how adept I was at pulling on pants before my pregnancy. It had never crossed my mind that I was a frickin virtuoso at dressing myself, before I couldn't dress myself anymore.
Now with still 2 months to go until I can hold my child, I wonder what new experiences are in store for me? What other mundane tasks will I no longer be able to perform in a month? Will I ever return to my previous glory in dressing and grooming myself? I can only hope and pray that I will be able to pull my pants up once again with out the necessity of being falling distance from my bed. One thing is for certain though, I will never take these things for granted again.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I've been negligent
I don't even remember my last post on here. I think it was in July. John and I have just been so busy for the past few months that posting on the Baby blog fell off my radar of things to do. I'm sure that no one is even following along anymore, it's been so long. What all have we done? Well, there was my birthday, then John's Birthday, then we hosted a Snippets, we went on vacation in San Francisco, had my baby shower, had the air conditioner crap out on us twice, moved John's office to make way for the baby room, had the car repair guy use my car for his personal use while we were on vacation, went to a UT game, and this weekend we're going to the coast with John's family.
As for the baby front... weekend after this John and I have our birthing class, then the weekend after we have the Newborn care class, and the weekend after that the Breast feeding class. I'm currently in week 30 of my pregnancy and I'll be in week 34 by the time I finish all the classes. Mostly that means that once I finish the classes I'll have 4 weeks before I go on maternity leave. Which is almost as exciting as having a baby.
David's been kicking up a storm, but it's hard to tell a pattern just yet. He kind of just moves when he feels like it. We're starting to get the baby room set up for him, and John's plan is to have it mostly done by the beginning of October. Right now it's just a mostly empty room except for a dresser and some bags of clothes from the baby shower. I'm trying to get all the Thank You notes for the baby shower gifts written and out to everyone, along with everything else of course.
Since it is early fall (still feels like summer though) I'm going to be starting the rehearsals for the Prancing Papas soon. I have to choreograph and teach them the dance while I can still move. Which won't be for much longer since I'm already slow and waddling along. Especially when David sticks his head in my pelvic bone and tries to bust his way out early. Makes it kind of hard to walk then.
At night I basically get up to pee every 2-3 hours, and I'm still having odd dreams. Like dreaming about the Real Housewives of DC last night, or dreaming of co-workers getting fired, then having another dream about telling them about the dream. usually I have to wake up to go to the bathroom so I don't remember all the dreams I have anymore.
My feet have grown, and they swell up during the day now too. I get canckles, and even though I exercise and drink water and keep my feet up they still will swell to be like clown feet. I only have a couple pairs of shows I can wear anymore and they all stink to high heaven. It's also hard for me to stay on my feet for very long now, so now my shopping tends to be short.
Everyone asks me how I'm feeling these days, and my typical answer is "pregnant". The real answer is I feel pretty good, aside from the constant peeing, the waddling, the swelling, the back ache, and the sore feet I feel great. I'm just wondering if I can last another 10 weeks of this. But at least I haven't yet reached the "get it out of me" stage. I'm still in the "Get me a drink" phase.
As for the baby front... weekend after this John and I have our birthing class, then the weekend after we have the Newborn care class, and the weekend after that the Breast feeding class. I'm currently in week 30 of my pregnancy and I'll be in week 34 by the time I finish all the classes. Mostly that means that once I finish the classes I'll have 4 weeks before I go on maternity leave. Which is almost as exciting as having a baby.
David's been kicking up a storm, but it's hard to tell a pattern just yet. He kind of just moves when he feels like it. We're starting to get the baby room set up for him, and John's plan is to have it mostly done by the beginning of October. Right now it's just a mostly empty room except for a dresser and some bags of clothes from the baby shower. I'm trying to get all the Thank You notes for the baby shower gifts written and out to everyone, along with everything else of course.
Since it is early fall (still feels like summer though) I'm going to be starting the rehearsals for the Prancing Papas soon. I have to choreograph and teach them the dance while I can still move. Which won't be for much longer since I'm already slow and waddling along. Especially when David sticks his head in my pelvic bone and tries to bust his way out early. Makes it kind of hard to walk then.
At night I basically get up to pee every 2-3 hours, and I'm still having odd dreams. Like dreaming about the Real Housewives of DC last night, or dreaming of co-workers getting fired, then having another dream about telling them about the dream. usually I have to wake up to go to the bathroom so I don't remember all the dreams I have anymore.
My feet have grown, and they swell up during the day now too. I get canckles, and even though I exercise and drink water and keep my feet up they still will swell to be like clown feet. I only have a couple pairs of shows I can wear anymore and they all stink to high heaven. It's also hard for me to stay on my feet for very long now, so now my shopping tends to be short.
Everyone asks me how I'm feeling these days, and my typical answer is "pregnant". The real answer is I feel pretty good, aside from the constant peeing, the waddling, the swelling, the back ache, and the sore feet I feel great. I'm just wondering if I can last another 10 weeks of this. But at least I haven't yet reached the "get it out of me" stage. I'm still in the "Get me a drink" phase.
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