Wow! It's getting close. In the last 5 days, we have been to a birthing class, breastfeeding class and put together the baby stuff. It was quite hilarious putting together the baby stuff because I guess they feel that using pictures is easier to understand than using words. I beg to differ on this point. We spent quite a bit of time trying to figure out if we were trying to put the piece in upside down using the pictures. The only word actually printed on some of the instructions is "snap" because aparently everything snaps into place and that's how you know it's together. Not very reassuring. My hubby has created "the list" which is his OCD way of feeling better about not knowing when Elijah will make his arrival. It includes reasons to call Labor and Delivery, what days he will be on call and who I should call if he's not there (with phone numbers) and how to get a hold of him at work. He's so cute. I think think the classes made him a little anxious that we are getting closer.
So I'm officially term so the baby can come anytime between now and the next 5 weeks. Does that seem like a huge window to anyone else? He could come today or a month from now. So basically, Baby has got all his necessary parts and is just putting on some weight (as is Mama). I'm starting to feel sluggish and kind of tired. Since I went to the birthing class I think I have been feeling symptoms but then I think I just think I'm feeling them because now I know what to look for. All I want to do right now is to be able to sleep on my back.
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Waddle, waddle
We are T minus 30 days! The amount of peeing that needs to be done at this point is absolutely ridiculous. Seriously, I got up 4 times last night to go to the bathroom. That is a record and not one that I care to break. It was suggested that I might want to cut down on my fluids in the evening. I’ll do my best.
Elijah is about 5 ½ pounds and about 19 inches long. At the end of this week he will be considered full term. But we hope that he waits until his due date when his Dad will have vacation. He moved down a little bit this past week leading to the peeing issues and the lovely waddling stride that Mama has been doing. It kind of freaked me out at first but I have been reassured that dropping or “lightening” can happen up to 4 weeks before birth, especially for a first pregnancy.
This week we will be going to birthing and breastfeeding classes. At the end of that, we should be all ready for little boy to arrive, right? Oh yeah, we still have to set up the crib and get the car seat installed and find a daycare and… We got time though.
Elijah is about 5 ½ pounds and about 19 inches long. At the end of this week he will be considered full term. But we hope that he waits until his due date when his Dad will have vacation. He moved down a little bit this past week leading to the peeing issues and the lovely waddling stride that Mama has been doing. It kind of freaked me out at first but I have been reassured that dropping or “lightening” can happen up to 4 weeks before birth, especially for a first pregnancy.
This week we will be going to birthing and breastfeeding classes. At the end of that, we should be all ready for little boy to arrive, right? Oh yeah, we still have to set up the crib and get the car seat installed and find a daycare and… We got time though.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Moving Day!
Tomorrow is moving day and we are oh so excited (sarcasm is hard to portray in type). For those of you who have not heard the drama, it goes a little like this. Around the time we told our landlord that we were pregnant, she informed us that they were planning to sell the condo we are living in. We decided we didn't want to wait until we had the baby, because then they would probably sell the place the day the baby was born and want us out two weeks later. So we started looking. And looked and looked and looked. Everyone keeps saying this is a renter's market, but I think everyone is trying to rent so it is impossible to find a place in our neighborhood in our price range.
So 2 weeks ago, we finally found a place (not in our current neighborhood) that we liked enough to go ahead and rent. Three days later, we get a note on our door that the property we are living in has been forclosed on and the bank wants us to call them so they can get us out the door ASAP. The next day, our neighbors downstairs call us because their bathroom ceiling is leaking and the water seems to be coming from our apartment. Our shower has been a little drippy recently, but nothing to get alarmed about. And, seriously, it's dripping into the bathtub, doesn't seem like that should be a problem. Micah tightens some screws and it seems to stop. In the mean time, the plumber has somehow gotten a hold of the bank that now owns our condo and tells them there is a problem in our unit and they should have someone come over and look at it. They can't fix it the first time, they have to turn off the water to the entire building, so we have to give our neighbors 24 hours notice, they come back two days later and fix it...we think. If this isn't the part that needs replaced, they will have to cut a hole in our neighbor's ceiling to tell where the water is coming from. But, we are out of there on Saturday, so we tell our neighbors to call the bank if they have any more problems (which, let's face it, with no one living there taking showers, it's probably not going to be a problem until someone else moves in).
So people came today to pack up our belongings and people will come tomorrow to move our belongings (apparently the same people cannot do both or on the same day?). And I will be there tomorrow to point at where people should put boxes. Can't wait. Then there is the unpacking! The fun never stops. All in all, I think it will be a good move, I just can't see it right now because it is looming over my head.
I feel my last couple posts have been a little dreary, so I will add something a little more upbeat. Baby B is 32 weeks this week and is 3 and 3/4 pounds, the size of a jicama (which I didn't know what that was until I moved here. They are quite a tasty vegetable, I think, that is kind of watery and refreshing). He has been getting the hiccups a lot lately, which means his little diaphram is getting a workout. It's a very odd feeling when he is stretching out and I can feel movement by my right hip and my left ribcage at the same time. This also instantly causes me to have to pee. Don't quite know how the physics of that works... We also are very excited to welcome one of Baby B's future friends, Little Girl O'Neill (first name pending), who was born yesterday!
So 2 weeks ago, we finally found a place (not in our current neighborhood) that we liked enough to go ahead and rent. Three days later, we get a note on our door that the property we are living in has been forclosed on and the bank wants us to call them so they can get us out the door ASAP. The next day, our neighbors downstairs call us because their bathroom ceiling is leaking and the water seems to be coming from our apartment. Our shower has been a little drippy recently, but nothing to get alarmed about. And, seriously, it's dripping into the bathtub, doesn't seem like that should be a problem. Micah tightens some screws and it seems to stop. In the mean time, the plumber has somehow gotten a hold of the bank that now owns our condo and tells them there is a problem in our unit and they should have someone come over and look at it. They can't fix it the first time, they have to turn off the water to the entire building, so we have to give our neighbors 24 hours notice, they come back two days later and fix it...we think. If this isn't the part that needs replaced, they will have to cut a hole in our neighbor's ceiling to tell where the water is coming from. But, we are out of there on Saturday, so we tell our neighbors to call the bank if they have any more problems (which, let's face it, with no one living there taking showers, it's probably not going to be a problem until someone else moves in).
So people came today to pack up our belongings and people will come tomorrow to move our belongings (apparently the same people cannot do both or on the same day?). And I will be there tomorrow to point at where people should put boxes. Can't wait. Then there is the unpacking! The fun never stops. All in all, I think it will be a good move, I just can't see it right now because it is looming over my head.
I feel my last couple posts have been a little dreary, so I will add something a little more upbeat. Baby B is 32 weeks this week and is 3 and 3/4 pounds, the size of a jicama (which I didn't know what that was until I moved here. They are quite a tasty vegetable, I think, that is kind of watery and refreshing). He has been getting the hiccups a lot lately, which means his little diaphram is getting a workout. It's a very odd feeling when he is stretching out and I can feel movement by my right hip and my left ribcage at the same time. This also instantly causes me to have to pee. Don't quite know how the physics of that works... We also are very excited to welcome one of Baby B's future friends, Little Girl O'Neill (first name pending), who was born yesterday!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Words of Advice
Dear Reader,
Please know that I am now 31 weeks pregnant and there is something I think you should know. No pregnant woman wants to hear that you think she looks big or small or any other way. The only acceptable comment to make about the way a pregnant lady looks in her 3rd trimester, is “great”. I don’t want to hear about how I’m bigger than your friend who is 9 months or smaller than your friend who is 6 months. Or “Wow, you’re really getting big!”. That was exciting when I was first starting to show, but now, it just makes me want to punch you. So remember, “You look great”. That’s all. Conversation about how I look is over. You may now proceed with other embarrassing personal questions.
Sincerely,
Pregnant Mama
Please know that I am now 31 weeks pregnant and there is something I think you should know. No pregnant woman wants to hear that you think she looks big or small or any other way. The only acceptable comment to make about the way a pregnant lady looks in her 3rd trimester, is “great”. I don’t want to hear about how I’m bigger than your friend who is 9 months or smaller than your friend who is 6 months. Or “Wow, you’re really getting big!”. That was exciting when I was first starting to show, but now, it just makes me want to punch you. So remember, “You look great”. That’s all. Conversation about how I look is over. You may now proceed with other embarrassing personal questions.
Sincerely,
Pregnant Mama
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Can you pick that up for me?
Baby B is starting to pack on the lbs to look more like a baby and less like skin and bones. He’s practicing his breathing skills by inhaling amniotic fluid (is there anything this fluid does not do?). Mama thinks he is also practicing his numchuk skills in there. Yesterday he had one of his body parts lodged in my ribs, which made it a little difficult to breathe. I kept poking him and he finally moved. He is now the size of an “English hothouse cucumber” or 14 inches from head to heel (this week we start including the legs instead of just crown to rump). The growing belly is making it difficult to cross my legs and bend down to pick things up, much to my husband’s amusement.
I was sort of getting away with wearing some regular shirts mixed in with maternity stuff, but now they are too short and getting too stretched out, so I am exclusively in maternity tops. Which means, I have to go shopping because I only have about 5 work tops and 5 non work tops. As you all know, I do not like shopping. Add to that that it is December and people are crazy nuts when it comes to shopping and you will see why I will be wearing the same 5 shirts over the next week or so. The good thing is I don’t have to worry about eating too much during the holidays when food is flowing through the office.
Yesterday, while shopping for my Christmas gift on-line, Micah found a thing that you could order to make a mold of your pregnant belly. We both agreed that that is probably the creepiest thing we’ve ever seen, even on the internet. People are weird.
I was sort of getting away with wearing some regular shirts mixed in with maternity stuff, but now they are too short and getting too stretched out, so I am exclusively in maternity tops. Which means, I have to go shopping because I only have about 5 work tops and 5 non work tops. As you all know, I do not like shopping. Add to that that it is December and people are crazy nuts when it comes to shopping and you will see why I will be wearing the same 5 shirts over the next week or so. The good thing is I don’t have to worry about eating too much during the holidays when food is flowing through the office.
Yesterday, while shopping for my Christmas gift on-line, Micah found a thing that you could order to make a mold of your pregnant belly. We both agreed that that is probably the creepiest thing we’ve ever seen, even on the internet. People are weird.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Random Thoughts for Tuesday Morning
In case anyone was wondering, the new Salted Carmel Signature Hot Chocolate at Starbucks tastes like liquid donut. It also has about the same amount of sugar as two donuts, so drink with caution (Baby B is bouncing off the walls in there). Plus it is ridiculously expensive. I would not recommend it unless you are interested in a sugar coma.
I am feeling pretty large this week but not very in charge. I am now 6 months prego. My back hurts especially when I sit all day at work. It mostly feels like my sacrum needs to pop but there is no good way to pop this sucker since it is very difficult to twist with a soccer ball in your stomach. Baby B is the length of an ear of corn (or a foot long Subway sandwich). He weighs about a pound and a half and my resources say that is a 4 ounce increase from last week, which is probably why I am feeling extra large this week. This week he is building his lungs so that when he is born, he can transport oxygen throughout his tiny body.
We are honing in on a name but are not ready to reveal our choice yet. It is actually me who is hesitant about it. It’s a lot of pressure to name another human being and I want to make sure we are not scarring him for life.
We rode bikes on Saturday in Coronado, which was quite fun. I was a little nervous about my balance but after the first 2 minutes of sheer panic, I seemed to do fine. Last night we went out and I sat on a couch that was much too low to the ground (which of course I didn’t realize until I got down there). So, I had to do a real “pregnant lady” dismount, which Micah found hilarious. He politely waited for me to start laughing before he started. My belly button is on the verge of popping out. If you have ever seen the inside of your belly button (if you have an innie), it is weird. It’s like, what if your nose or your ear turned inside out. It’s just not normal.
The scary part is that I’m only getting bigger…
I am feeling pretty large this week but not very in charge. I am now 6 months prego. My back hurts especially when I sit all day at work. It mostly feels like my sacrum needs to pop but there is no good way to pop this sucker since it is very difficult to twist with a soccer ball in your stomach. Baby B is the length of an ear of corn (or a foot long Subway sandwich). He weighs about a pound and a half and my resources say that is a 4 ounce increase from last week, which is probably why I am feeling extra large this week. This week he is building his lungs so that when he is born, he can transport oxygen throughout his tiny body.
We are honing in on a name but are not ready to reveal our choice yet. It is actually me who is hesitant about it. It’s a lot of pressure to name another human being and I want to make sure we are not scarring him for life.
We rode bikes on Saturday in Coronado, which was quite fun. I was a little nervous about my balance but after the first 2 minutes of sheer panic, I seemed to do fine. Last night we went out and I sat on a couch that was much too low to the ground (which of course I didn’t realize until I got down there). So, I had to do a real “pregnant lady” dismount, which Micah found hilarious. He politely waited for me to start laughing before he started. My belly button is on the verge of popping out. If you have ever seen the inside of your belly button (if you have an innie), it is weird. It’s like, what if your nose or your ear turned inside out. It’s just not normal.
The scary part is that I’m only getting bigger…
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Squash and Toenails
At week 22, Baby B is the size of a spaghetti squash. He weighs about 1 pound and Mama has been feeling him move around quite a bit. I hope that is not a sign of a hyperactive kid. Micah got to feel him move for the first time the other night. Last week Baby was moving around and I put his hand on my stomach. He said, “I think I felt something” and I was like, “no that was wasn’t him”. But this time he definitely felt him kick.
I’ve noticed some changes this week. One issue was that trying to cut my toenails was quite challenging. How do you get your food close enough to your body to see what you’re doing with your stomach in the way? I was kind of out of breath by the time I was done. Darn, I guess I will just have to get pedicures from now on.
I also had 2 strangers ask when my due date is, so I guess I look prego now and not just like I ate too many burritos. Pregnancy seems like it is going slowly now. I guess I was really looking towards the half way landmark and now that I’m past it, there is only the scary labor part to look forward to. And maternity leave, of course. Man, I wish I still worked at the ISO for their sweet, sweet maternity leave policy.
I’ve noticed some changes this week. One issue was that trying to cut my toenails was quite challenging. How do you get your food close enough to your body to see what you’re doing with your stomach in the way? I was kind of out of breath by the time I was done. Darn, I guess I will just have to get pedicures from now on.
I also had 2 strangers ask when my due date is, so I guess I look prego now and not just like I ate too many burritos. Pregnancy seems like it is going slowly now. I guess I was really looking towards the half way landmark and now that I’m past it, there is only the scary labor part to look forward to. And maternity leave, of course. Man, I wish I still worked at the ISO for their sweet, sweet maternity leave policy.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Baby Got Back
So people have been bugging me about a sharing a picture of my pregnant belly. Despite my husbands insistence that it is weird, I decided that I would go ahead and do it. Now you are probably looking at the blog and saying, "hey, where's this picture of fat Emily?". Well, let me tell you right now, you are not going to see it. I took a picture of myself in my pregnant state and I have to say that I was a little shocked at the result. Not the front part, but the back part. I was totally prepared to see my stomach sticking out in a potbelly way, but I was not prepared for my ass to be sticking out just as far in the back. Not pretty, my friends. Not that I thought being pregnant would be glamorous and I would look like , but, you can see the front and what's going on there. The back on the other hand, you got no idea what's going on there. So, I'm pretty much mortified right now and don't really want to show anyone that picture. My husband says, "you gotta have something in the back to balance out the front or you would just fall over". Wise words. Wise words. I'm sure in a couple weeks I will come to grips with the physics of it all and might be ready to share. Until then, you will have to satisfy yourself with grainy ultrasound pictures of Baby B - who, by the way, should be making his/her gender known to us this week and will thus have more pictures soon.
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