Wednesday, March 25, 2009
This past week I actually got sick again. I know, in the words of my OB "wow this pregnancy has really knocked your immune system out." Yup, he's right. I have pretty much been sick every 2 weeks, but ya know I will probably never appreciate my immune system more than I will after Miya is born. Whatever I have now has been the worst so far, and my doctor believes that it is basically the same infection that never really goes away and just keeps coming back stronger than before. So this time we are trying a stronger antibiotic with a super powered cough syrup with codeine in it. He is really hoping that at least this cough medicine will help me to sleep so I can be well rested for labor...I happen to like the thought of that. We would love your prayers that my body would respond well to these antibiotics and that this will be the end of this sickness for good!
So, in bigger news, baby Miya is really ready to go! I am 2cm dilated and my cervix is pretty much completely thinned out and ready to go. My Dr. just kept saying "oh this is so great, her head is so low and in the most perfect position and your body is just as ready as it can be!" That was music to my ears as I have been having lots of contractions. He said I am very "favorable" for labor and he really thinks she is going to come soon, he feels even stronger about his prediction that I will not make it to my 40 week due date. Sounds wonderful.
So we will keep you posted. Could be any day now, how crazy is that :) Any suggestions of last minute things I should get in before she comes?
Monday, March 23, 2009
The funniest part has been the lack of sleep that has come with this waiting game, especially for my sweet husband. Saturday night I woke him up after having contractions 5 minutes apart that were painful enough I couldn't sleep through them. I jumped out of bed exclaiming "we need to pack the bag!" Needless to say neither of us got good sleep that night and the contractions eventually tapered off. Another funny thing that cracks me up is I tend to want to "check on Lew" throughout the night. I don't know why I do this, but it has only happened since I have been pregnant, and it is definitely worse now as we near the end. Basically, I wake up and get this impulse to "check on him" which looks like a poke, or a tap, or just saying his name. In response poor Lew (who probably thinks I'm waking him because I'm in labor) jumps out of his sleep and replies "are you ok" or "what's wrong?" to which I reply "oh nothing, I just wanted to make sure you were ok". And being the sweet husband he is, he just says ok and rolls over and goes back to sleep. My sister-in-law Rachel reminded me of the Dad from Father of the Bride 2 (which happens to be one of my all time favorite movies) who eventually resorted to sleeping pills because of the many nights of interrupted sleep and false labor. The sleeping pills totally knocked him out and go figure, finally, real labor starts for both his wife and daughter and he is totally incapacitated from the sleeping pills. Resulting in a very funny scenario for everyone. Hopefully it won't get that far for us, but I watched the clip below from the movie and laughed so hard at the thought of it! I included the clip for your viewing pleasure :)
So the waiting game continues. I will find out if there has been any progress on Wednesday. Until them I am walking as much as possible (drs. orders!) and nesting like crazy to keep myself busy. Also an update on my blood pressure: I have been checking it at home and it has been low every time! Yay! Thanks for your prayers. We shall see what happens!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I saw my OB yesterday and everything looks great, I made a little bit of progress this week which is good, he still holds to his prediction that Miya will come right around her due date maybe a little early. We'll see! My group B strep culture came back negative (which is always good news I suppose) and the only thing that alarmed him a little was my blood pressure was up. However, being the skeptical nurse that I am, I think my BP was up because the nurse took me right back as soon as I walked in the door, had me jump on the scale, go the bathroom and go to the exam room all in one swoop then sat me right down to check my blood pressure. I mean a pregnant woman (37 weeks pregnant at that!) needs a chance to sit and catch her breath! So anyways then once he told me it was high he wanted to check it again, and of course it was still high, but not quite as high as it had been. I told him: "Now that you told me it's high I'm going to be anxious about it and that will probably make it high again!" He decided to be cautious and has instructed me to cut salt (which I hardly eat much salt), drink more water (I don't think this is humanly possible, unless I live in the bathroom) and sit with me feet up most of the day (I'm happy to oblige on this one). I am still slightly skeptical. I think it was a fluke, but what do I know. I haven't had any swelling, which is great, so I am not worried. But if you think of it pray that it will be down for my next visit, so poor Dr. Z can stop worrying about it, and so we can continue to wait for Miya to come on her own.
That's it for now! We'll keep you posted if anything eventful happens :)
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Another component of hormones, and lots of time of your hands, is lot's and lots of reflection! I feel like I will spend an hour or so just sitting and "remembering"where Lew and I were a year ago today, or 6 months ago etc... Also as this pregnancy has drawn close to the end I have thought even more about the last 9 months and there is so much I don't want to forget about this journey. Lot's of of the memories are just funny random things, but none the less, I'm sure down the road they will be a fun memory. So, in essence, this is my way of recapping the last 9 months :)
(I'll try to recap in order starting close to the beginning)
-This pregnancy wasn't planned. Our plan was to wait until the fall or winter, which was only a few months away. But now looking back I can see how God's timing was oh so perfect (isn't it always?)
-I had a "gut" feeling I was pregnant at least a week before I took a test to confirm. This was funny because we were in the beginning of the process to buy a home and I had this raging feeling that we should put it on hold, but it was hard to explain to my sweet hubby why. I'll never forget the night we sat with our small group talking through our thoughts on buying now having kids later, or having kids now and buying later...My gut was "kid's now, buy later" and Lew was still trying to sort through what God's will for us was....Just a week later I'll never forget the laughter that erupted when I shared with the dear ladies in our small group that God has made His will "VERY" clear, without a shadow of a doubt :) It was a sweet memory and taught Lew and I a lot about trusting God's timing, rather than our own.
-Lew was the one to tell me I was pregnant. It was a very early morning (probably just slightly before 5) I was getting ready for work and I had taken a pregnancy test but forgot about it (imagine that!) and Lew went to the bathroom and came out with a confused smile and just said "your pregnant!?" It was a funny moment. I wasn't surprised....but I'm pretty sure he was! That was one of the hardest days at work (this is when I was at the PICU) because I was very distracted by the news.
-Our first ultrasound showed that our pregnancy started out as a twin pregnancy, which apparently is very common. I remember the 2 weeks we had to wait in between ultrasounds to confirm if there was 1 or 2...it was a funny time. Though we would receive 2 children as a great gift...we were still overwhelmed by the thought of 1!
-For the first few weeks I took a pregnancy test about every morning just to "be sure" it was real. Thank goodness for dollar tree brand pregnancy tests!
-Morning sickness kicked in at about 7 weeks and progressed until about 14 weeks. Thankfully, I rarely had to throw up during that time frame, but sometimes I almost wished I would. Zofran helped but I was a little leery of taking it too regularly so I just spent a lot of time resting (sleep did wonders on the nausea) and munching on crackers.
-For the first month of my pregnancy I cried every day when I was getting ready to go to work. It was just the thought of working a 12 hour shift and leaving before 6 only to get home after 8 that made me weary. I learned a lot about dependence on the Lord during this weary phase, and boy was it a joy when Lew and I prayerfully decided that transitioning to something part time and a little less demanding was the right decision.
-A few of my cravings in the first trimester: Cereal, most types, but in particular peanut butter captain crunch, life, cracklin oat bran, and peanut butter puffins. I craved fruit like crazy mostly: watermelon, oranges, grapes, and apples. I also liked any fruit juice, for some reason it was hard to just get down water so I really drank a lot of what Lew called my "cocktail" which was either seltzer water mixed with juice, or ginerale mixed with juice (usually cranberry juice). Oh and it had to have lots and lots of ice, crushed was best, especially the crushed ice my hubby made with a plastic bag and our meat mallot :) I also cannot forget my saving grace which was slurpees. I LOVED the coke flavor mixed with a little bit of pina colada. Even as I type this now my mouth is watering. Those things got me through many a hard days. I also loved watermelon italian ice. Another staple was potatoes, I especially loved mashed potatoes from a box! Foods I LOATHED in the first trimester: ANYTHING that had to do with meat....the thought made me gag. Especially ground beef. I remember one night I really wanted to serve Lew and make him a yummy dinner. I think I was going to make tacos, I had everything ready but as soon as I started cooking the ground beef I felt the sickest I think I have ever felt. That meal prep was cut short by a very unfortunate trip to the bathroom....and to be honest it wasn't until recently that cooking ground beef seemed manageable again. I also hated vegetables, garlic or anything that smelled like it. Funny enough I hated most foods that had an odor, so that eliminated most cooked food. So, basically I drank most of my nutrition during the first trimester!
The only cravings I can think of that have carried all the way through to this point: still the fruit juice thing with ice, oranges and most fruit, scrambled eggs, and potatoes. We pretty much eat scrambled eggs once a day :) I also crave potbelly's a lot. Once I got over the "no meat" phase all I wanted was the italian sub from there with everything on it including lots and lots of hot peppers.
-I felt her first movement around 16 weeks. I don't remember what I was doing but all I remember was feeling what felt like bubbles, or popcorn. The feelings got stronger and stronger and by 18 weeks I was feeling definite movement.
-When it came time to find out the gender almost everybody was certain it was a boy, (shout out to Sam, Priscila, Mama Lewis, and Kelly who guessed girl :)) In fact still to this day I have random strangers come up to be and try to convince me that I am carrying a boy. I kid you not. If I had a penny for every stranger that comes up to me and says "oh it's a boy!" I would be a wealthy woman. I had one funny encounter with a woman at my work who said "oh you are definitely having a boy!" I assured her "nope ultrasound says it's a girl" and she replied with "Oh he's hiding it well, huh?!" I almost burst into tears... In fact it made me very alarmed that maybe the ultrasound tech had seen things wrong on the 20 week ultrasound. Thankfully I was able to breath a sigh of relief at the 36 week ultrasound when she assured me "it's still a girl!"
-This pregnancy is the first one (since my sister Hannah had Isaiah, the first grandbaby) where I am pregnant alone. Usually pregnancies come by twos in our family. But now I can't help but wonder, whose next? :) I have my guesses.
-This makes grandchild number 6 for my parents. That is 6 little ones under the age of 3!! It's hard to believe how close in age they are because they are all in such different stages right now. But I hope they will all be close when they are older. And I hope Brendon and Isaiah will protect all the girls :)
-We called Miya "poppy" up until we found out she was a girl and named her. It's hard to believe that she started out as a poppy seed and now is a watermelon!
-We were pretty certain about our chosen names by about 10 or 12 weeks. The boy name was a lot harder than the girls name, but we didn't fight at all over names. I think we kid around a lot, Lew had some very interesting choices picked out, but thankfully we were able to peacefully come up with names we both really liked.
-Lew has been unashamedly talking/singing/reading to my belly since about 10 weeks. Before she could hear of course, but I love his tender heart for this child growing in my belly :) Since about 25 weeks she loves to hear his voice. When he starts talking she just starts to move like crazy. She is gonna love her daddy, and I can't wait to see it.
-I loved the 2nd trimester. In fact I think the 2nd trimester is real gift from God, and probably the reason most women make it through the pregnancy sanely. I had bursts of energy during those 14 weeks that I don't know if I'll ever see again! I would tend to forget I was pregnant too, if it weren't for that growing bump.
-These past few weeks I entered this phase where I feel safest at home, or close to home. Isn't that funny? I have tried to explain it to Lew, it's this feeling of "she is coming any minute and I need to be close to home". Now granted I am just 36 weeks, so more than likely I have a few weeks to go, but I still feel this "safety" at home. I thought it was just be until I read about it in "What to Expect When you are Expecting." Apparently it's an instinct like the nesting instinct.
-I couldn't stand the sight or smell of coffee for the whole first trimester, but by the middle of the second trimester I would have some occasionally. Then when the 3rd trimester fatigue hit I wanted it more often. Lew and I made this "agreement" that if I was going to get coffee every day he would make the coffee and I would either get regular coffee, decaf, or half reg/decaf. The point has been to keep me from knowing what I am getting so I don't get hooked on the caffeine. It kind of makes me laugh though because I am usually pretty certain what I am getting, because by about 9 I can tell that I am running out of steam :) But it has worked pretty well so far.
I think that is it for now. Haha I wonder if anyone actually read this far! I think I did it more for the memory, so I guess it was a very selfish blog post!
Here is the most recent belly shot. We took it during 35 weeks. You can see how high she is, but she has since dropped some (Praise the LORD!) so I can breath slightly better and keep down more than a tablespoon of food at a time :)
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Today I had my 36 week checkup and it was so surreal. We got to see our little girlie one last time before we see her for real and it was so sweet to see her. She is still looking nice and healthy. And we were happy to find out "she" is still a "she". Yes I was slightly fearful that maybe just maybe the 20 week ultra sound was wrong, but the tech happily confirmed, she is all girl. She is measuring somewhere around 5lbs 12 oz. (give or take 1/2 a pound or so). Dr. Z is predicting she will be somewhere between the high end of 6 or low 7 lbs at birth, which is fine by me. I also found out that her head is a wonderful size, whatever that means :) I figure Dr.Z knows enough about this stuff and if he says it's good it must be good. Basically he was trying to explain how it's not too big and not too small. Apparently if it's too small it won't apply even pressure to the cervix during labor...so yippee for a good a good size head. Lew was able to come to this appointment and it was fun having him there. In fact he was so excited to be there he almost fainted during the ultrasound! When we wrapped things up I looked over to see my pale husband bracing for the wall and saying "I don't feel so well". Poor guy. The ultrasound tech just laughed and said "this happens to dads all the time! They get so excited and nervous when it comes close to the baby coming and sometimes they get faint." After getting something to drink he recovered ..and to his credit it was warm in the ultrasound room :)
I was hoping my contractions these last few weeks were actually causing some action, but I found out I am only at 1cm right now, which is pretty typical. She has dropped some which has provided some much needed comfort and allowed for slightly better digestion (and breathing!)
So now we wait. I asked my Dr if he thought she would be late or on time and he said he has a really good feeling that she will be very close to her due date, if not early. I know he's only guessing, but still! A girl has to hold on to some hope!
I took a belly shot the other day but still need to upload it. That is the update for now. I would love prayers for labor to start some time in the next 2 weeks :)
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Lew and I were in the car last night eating some Rita's and the song "It won't be like this for long" by Darius Rucker came on...and I burst into tears. I mean it wasn't just a tear here or there, it was like full on tears. Yeah I'm not a big crier, but I think I have a cried at least once a day for the past week. Sometimes it just catches me by surprise. Thankfully usually the tears are followed by bursts of laughter. That seems to be the way these hormones work. Tears than unstoppable laughter. It's actually rather enjoyable. At least it gives Lew a good laugh.
Anyways here are the lyrics to the song. I mean seriously can you blame me for crying? :) (I also added the song to my playlist)
He didnt have to wake up
He'd been up all nite
Lay'n there in bed listen'n
To his new born baby cry
He makes a pot of coffee
He splashes water on his face
His wife gives him a kiss and says
It gonna be ok
It wont be like this for long
One day soon we'll look back laugh'n
At the week we brought her home
This phase is gonna fly by
So baby just hold on
It wont be like this for long
Four years later bout four thirty
She's crawling in there bed
And when he drops her off at preschool
She's clinging to his leg
The teacher peels her off of him
He says what can i do
She says now dont you worry
This will only last a week or two
It wont be like this for long
One day soon we'll drop her off
And she wont even know your gone
This phase is gonna fly by
If you can just hold on
It wont be like this for long
And at times you'll think she hates him
Then he'll walk her down the isle
And he'll raise her vale
But right now she up and cry'n
And the truth is that he dont mind
As he kisses her good night
And she says her prayers
He lays down there beside her
Till her eyes are finally closed
And just watch'n her it breaks his heart
Cause he already knows
It wont be like this for long
One day soon that little girl is gonna be
All grown up and gone
Yeah this phase is gonna fly by
He's try'n to hold on
It wont be like this for long
It wont be like this for long
Monday, March 02, 2009
It all started Saturday morning. We had planned to go to Ikea to get a few things we still needed for the nursery. It seemed like everything we needed was there and we headed back home. In Lew's mind we were done for the day and would enjoy a nice relaxing day at home. In fact I think he even mentioned something about a tea party and reading together (yes my sweet love enjoys tea parties with his wife, and I'm sure his daughter will enjoy this about him when she is old enough to partake). Anyways, this pregnant woman had a very different idea. I got home and began opening and assembling everything we got at warped speed. I almost felt compelled to get everything done. So here I am assembling, hanging, and sorting poor Lew is just sitting puzzled...what happened to a nice relaxing tea party? There was no stopping me at this point. Until we found out we bought the wrong size curtain rod. Instead of just waiting to go back to ikea another time and return the wrong one for the correct size we ended up going back out to target to get the proper size rod (I wonder whose idea that was). Then we got home and the madness didn't stop there. I insisted that we could hang the curtain rod without a drill. Neither of us had done it before and I was sure we could do it. Of course I was wrong and it took about 4 holes in the wall and no progress to figure that out.
Around 4 (our day of nesting started at 8am mind you) Lew finally got his break. While I still tried to sort through clothes, books, baby stuff etc... Once Lew woke up from his nap we decided to borrow a drill from a friend (thanks Remy's!) and give the curtain rod another try. So we got the drill but still couldn't get the holes to go in as far as the screw needed to go in, it was like we were hitting metal at a certain point. We tried different spots thinking maybe it was just these certain areas of the wall...but still no success. Finally after a long time of trying and poor Lew standing on top of 2 phone books on a chair (see what he'll do to make his pregnant wife happy!) we finally had a successful hole on the right side. We were sure we figured out the perfect spot and went to finish up on the left side, except we still couldn't get the hole to work on the left side. We both sat down exhausted and did what any smart person would do...turned to our friend google. I don't remember what google told Lew to do but finally after one last attempt he got it! And there was lots of rejoicing in Miya's room! We hung the curtains and then looked up and laughed at the 6 or 7 "practice" holes that we made in our several attempts. We will no doubt never forget this day of nesting :) Then after we got the curtains hung I sat in the rocking chair and just looked around for a long while. I couldn't believe how much we got done in one day! We are pretty much done. Now we just wait for our sweet girl to make her arrival. The next project is to organize her closet. But I promised Lew we would take a few weeks for that...poor guy needs a break. I just never could have believed just how primal this nesting instinct is! It was as if in my mind there was no stopping these things just "had" to get done...even though there are 5 weeks left....it just doesn't seem very long, and what if she comes early (wishful thinking on my part?) We finally were done by 9 and I laid in bed awake for many hours thinking about things we still may need to get done before Miya comes. Then when I finally dozed off I dreamt about anchor screws and draperies. It seems my mind couldn't stop even though my body had finally slowed down.
Well without further ado, if any of you are still reading after the "book" I wrote above here are a few pictures of the progress we made. It's finally coming together. I just can't believe how fast time is going! Do you see those numbers on the side...34 more days. Yikes :)
It's hard to see in this picture but the little birdie mobile was one of my favorite purchase from etsy! It was a surprise from Lew. You can get a better look at it here.