On the 4th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me...
4 doctor's appointments a week.
Whether it's a NST, an appointment with a doctor, or the two calls from the service center to collect my blood sugar, I've seen the inside of my doctor's office more than any other time in my life. In fact, up until now, I was in maybe just once a year. This has been a big change! I do like knowing my OB better and I'm very comfortable with having her as my OB. It's good information to have. It's hard to evaluate a doctor if you only see them once a year!
Well, it's time for a nap.
3 days left...
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
On the 5th day of Christmas
On the 5th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me...
5 doctors/teams watching over me.
Between my regular OB, the high risk OB, the NST department, the Perinatal Service Center, and the nutritionist...I've got 5 different teams or doctors watching me this pregnancy. Being under constant supervision is really quite difficult but, it is neat to know that I have little to worry about. Being monitored so closely means that I have less to have to monitor.
Unfortunately, I have reached a new level of uncomfortable. I have forced myself to request half-days at work because I can't sleep at night and can't get comfortable during the day. I have trouble just getting up to do what needs to be done. So, as much as it pains me to have to do it, I have to work part-time for the next few days. I am hoping that I can sleep in small increments during the day to make up for the fact that I can't sleep long hours at night.
I did get to take a nap after work today and those two hours were excellent. Hopefully this will get me through the next four nights.
4 more days...
5 doctors/teams watching over me.
Between my regular OB, the high risk OB, the NST department, the Perinatal Service Center, and the nutritionist...I've got 5 different teams or doctors watching me this pregnancy. Being under constant supervision is really quite difficult but, it is neat to know that I have little to worry about. Being monitored so closely means that I have less to have to monitor.
Unfortunately, I have reached a new level of uncomfortable. I have forced myself to request half-days at work because I can't sleep at night and can't get comfortable during the day. I have trouble just getting up to do what needs to be done. So, as much as it pains me to have to do it, I have to work part-time for the next few days. I am hoping that I can sleep in small increments during the day to make up for the fact that I can't sleep long hours at night.
I did get to take a nap after work today and those two hours were excellent. Hopefully this will get me through the next four nights.
4 more days...
My Hugely Pregnant Self on Christmas
Just wanted you all to see my hugely pregnant belly from Christmas...
Sunday, December 25, 2011
On the 6th day of Christmas
On the 6th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me...
6 leg cramps a night.
These awful leg cramps come nearly every night and have been since the start of pregnancy. Elevating my feet on my body pillow at night has helped but not fully resolved the issue. I will be glad when these go away. Regardless of how much water I drink or how much potassium I get, still the cramps.
Five more days!
Saturday, December 24, 2011
On the 7th day of Christmas...
On the 7th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me...
7 moments of pregnancy brain a day.
All you women out there who have been pregnant know exactly what I'm talking about. I don't know what it is or why it happens but pregnancy causes the worst lapses of memory ever. I have the vaguest memory of something I am supposed to do or be doing but, I can't actually remember what it is.
It's made it horribly awkward at times. Especially when I suddenly remember what it was or when I find myself in the kitchen wondering why I went there originally. I wonder if it has anything to do with it taking so long to get TO the kitchen that by the time I get there, my fragile mind has already forgotten why I was going.
Alas, 6 more days. 4 days of work. 2 more appointments. Sooooo close!
7 moments of pregnancy brain a day.
All you women out there who have been pregnant know exactly what I'm talking about. I don't know what it is or why it happens but pregnancy causes the worst lapses of memory ever. I have the vaguest memory of something I am supposed to do or be doing but, I can't actually remember what it is.
It's made it horribly awkward at times. Especially when I suddenly remember what it was or when I find myself in the kitchen wondering why I went there originally. I wonder if it has anything to do with it taking so long to get TO the kitchen that by the time I get there, my fragile mind has already forgotten why I was going.
Alas, 6 more days. 4 days of work. 2 more appointments. Sooooo close!
Friday, December 23, 2011
On the 8th day of Christmas...
On the 8th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me...
8 restless hours of sleep.
I'm honestly looking forward to even a few hours of actual sleep. At this point, I lay down to sleep for more than 8 hours but I don't sleep. I have to get up to pee, to change positions, or to relieve the wrinkles on my sides from the bunching of the sheets or my shirt. How nice it will be to be able to get comfortable!
On the 9th day of Christmas...
Well, I'm a little late. I thought about it all day but when it came down to it, I never posted it. So here's the 9th day and a little later, I'll post something for the 8th day of Christmas!
On the 9th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me...
9 pieces of advice.
From sleeping, to feeding, to diapering, to washing clothes, to organizing her room, to what toys she needs, to what equipment to buy, to...the list goes on. Essentially, when you become pregnant, everyone has a piece (or six) of advice for you. The comical movies that show the frustrated mother trying to sort through all this advice is not far from the truth. I've heard advice that directly conflicts with other advice. The interesting thing is, in the end, the parents still have to get their own rhythm and decide for themselves, as a family, what they are going to do.
I am not bothered by the advice. I do enjoy hearing the different tips but I hope no one is offended if we don't do things exactly the way they suggested.
7 days left...
On the 9th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me...
9 pieces of advice.
From sleeping, to feeding, to diapering, to washing clothes, to organizing her room, to what toys she needs, to what equipment to buy, to...the list goes on. Essentially, when you become pregnant, everyone has a piece (or six) of advice for you. The comical movies that show the frustrated mother trying to sort through all this advice is not far from the truth. I've heard advice that directly conflicts with other advice. The interesting thing is, in the end, the parents still have to get their own rhythm and decide for themselves, as a family, what they are going to do.
I am not bothered by the advice. I do enjoy hearing the different tips but I hope no one is offended if we don't do things exactly the way they suggested.
7 days left...
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
On the 10th day of Christmas...
On the 10th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me...
10 new friends.
You know how every time you have a major transition in life your friendships and friends change? Think about when you first started middle school or high school. You have the same people around you but you're not friends with the same people necessarily. Pregnancy has done much the same. I have the same exact people around me but I relate to these people differently and am friends with different ones. I find myself connecting more with those who have kids or those who want them. Not that I don't love my friends who don't want kids, it's just harder to find things to talk about because your every waking thought and moment has to do with your kids. For singles and those who don't want children, they simply don't care to hear about these things. It's hardly fascinating or interesting but those with kids...they can relate to all your highs and your dreaded lows!
So in this aspect, I have definitely gained at least 10 new friendships.
9 days to go...
10 new friends.
You know how every time you have a major transition in life your friendships and friends change? Think about when you first started middle school or high school. You have the same people around you but you're not friends with the same people necessarily. Pregnancy has done much the same. I have the same exact people around me but I relate to these people differently and am friends with different ones. I find myself connecting more with those who have kids or those who want them. Not that I don't love my friends who don't want kids, it's just harder to find things to talk about because your every waking thought and moment has to do with your kids. For singles and those who don't want children, they simply don't care to hear about these things. It's hardly fascinating or interesting but those with kids...they can relate to all your highs and your dreaded lows!
So in this aspect, I have definitely gained at least 10 new friendships.
9 days to go...
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The 11th Day of Christmas...
On the 11th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me...
11 Trips to the bathroom.
Up until this last few weeks, I haven't had to go to the bathroom much more than usual. Prior to pregnancy I lived a beautiful carefree life where a bathroom was not a necessity everywhere I went. In fact, I only had to go a few times a day. Alas, now I feel it's the entire opposite. I find that I need the bathroom far more often and I'm one of the lucky ones whose baby isn't sitting on her bladder! Hard to believe. I couldn't imagine not being able to contain ANY liquids in my bladder. As it is I debate whether I should have that last drink of water before bed. I usually do. Then I'm mad at myself because I have to get up a few times a night.
10 days to go...
Monday, December 19, 2011
On the 12th day of Christmas...
On the 12th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me...12 new zits for popping.
Probably the first symptom of pregnancy, acne. It cooled off in the second trimester, but now it's back! It's not as bad as it was which is why it's only 12 and not the 40th day of Christmas.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Coming Soon...
With the countdown to Daisy nearing a close (18 days!) I figured I'd do a play on the 12 days of Christmas. This means I'll start next week on the 19th and finish my last day of Christmas on the 30th. Of course, I think I have to be at the hospital super early so...the last one may not be posted that day but a few days later.
While I'm here, I figure I should share a few of those less than glamorous moments of late pregnancy. I almost managed to avoid going in to L&D this whole pregnancy. Up until Friday that is. I had asked the doctor at what point I should be concerned about the swelling in my legs and feet. They told me if one was more swollen than the other or if it suddenly appeared. On Friday night, I had one tree trunk and one spindle. A call to L&D revealed we should go in to be evaluated. So our trial run to L&D began and a few hours later we were released. Apparently, 11pm is Daisy's most active time. She was a busy moving girl. No problems with my legs, she was just laying on one side more than the other. They said I didn't have any blood clots and to head on home. Finally made it home around 2am and promptly went to sleep.
For the most part, my feet and ankles swell every day within hours of getting out of bed. There's no stopping it or helping it, other than putting them up. Usually it's not painful but it is uncomfortable. Occasionally my feet do actually hurt, probably has to do with the skin stretching to its limits.
Let's see, other less glamorous parts of pregnancy. It take what feels like an hour to roll over in bed. My hips hurt so bad that rolling over has to be done in about eight or nine stages. I can't stay in one spot for too long because I get creases in my skin where the sheets wrinkled. This is the one time I need to be stocking up on sleep but it's definitely not happening right now.
On the up side, I'm only a few classes away from being done with classes for this semester. I have one more Nutrition class then the final and a final for human development on Wednesday. I'll be glad to be able to breathe and take a nap in the evenings rather than rushing off to class. I'll just keep counting them down.
While I'm here, I figure I should share a few of those less than glamorous moments of late pregnancy. I almost managed to avoid going in to L&D this whole pregnancy. Up until Friday that is. I had asked the doctor at what point I should be concerned about the swelling in my legs and feet. They told me if one was more swollen than the other or if it suddenly appeared. On Friday night, I had one tree trunk and one spindle. A call to L&D revealed we should go in to be evaluated. So our trial run to L&D began and a few hours later we were released. Apparently, 11pm is Daisy's most active time. She was a busy moving girl. No problems with my legs, she was just laying on one side more than the other. They said I didn't have any blood clots and to head on home. Finally made it home around 2am and promptly went to sleep.
For the most part, my feet and ankles swell every day within hours of getting out of bed. There's no stopping it or helping it, other than putting them up. Usually it's not painful but it is uncomfortable. Occasionally my feet do actually hurt, probably has to do with the skin stretching to its limits.
Let's see, other less glamorous parts of pregnancy. It take what feels like an hour to roll over in bed. My hips hurt so bad that rolling over has to be done in about eight or nine stages. I can't stay in one spot for too long because I get creases in my skin where the sheets wrinkled. This is the one time I need to be stocking up on sleep but it's definitely not happening right now.
On the up side, I'm only a few classes away from being done with classes for this semester. I have one more Nutrition class then the final and a final for human development on Wednesday. I'll be glad to be able to breathe and take a nap in the evenings rather than rushing off to class. I'll just keep counting them down.
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