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.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Stubborn Warrior
From the very start, Daisy has been one stubborn little girl. The only time she cooperated was during her nuchal scan at 12 weeks. Every other time, she has been stubborn. It took four anatomy scans to get a good look at all of her organs, arms, legs, etc. Although, personally, I think some of that had to do with the terrible ultrasound technician we had the first three times. She finally cooperated when we went in to see the lady who did her nuchal scan.
At any rate, our stubborn little girl hadn't turned over by the last scan. She should have been head down but it wasn't a huge concern. For the last several weeks, I've been able to feel where she is sitting in my belly. I couldn't tell whether it was butt or head I was feeling so I asked our awesome doctor if she'd be able to palpate my abdomen and tell. She said she couldn't even tell with her own pregnancy so she dragged in the ultrasound machine to check. Our stubborn girl is still breech.
As a result of this unfortunate positioning, our doctor has opted to schedule us a c-section...to be on the safe side as those appointments fill up quick. Ideally, she'll turn over on her own and we'll be able to cancel the C but if she does not, we have an appointment all set up. I'm unsure at this point if we'll be doing a quick scan at every appointment until then or if we'll simply wait until the day of the c-section to do one final scan.
At any rate, for now, we're scheduled for December 30th at noon. There will definitely be another scan done that day to determine if she is still positioned breech. If so, we go through with the C. If she's not, we go home and wait. This means we have 49 days left until our baby girl's possible arrival. This is really right around the corner.
A C-section means a long recovery. School starts up again January 18th and I have a few options for this: 1) She'll turn over, I'll have a normal delivery and I'll go back to school on time. 2) She doesn't turn over, we have the C-section and I get lucky and get into online classes. 3) She doesn't turn over, we have the C-section and I find a way to get back to school anyway. Finally, 4) She doesn't turn over, we have the C-section and I'm forced to take the semester off.
Plan 1 is my favorite plan. 2 would be the next best. 3 & 4 I would love to avoid. Especially 4. I can't afford to take a semester off. Getting all of my classes done so I can get on the wait list is already going to take another year. The wait list is 3 years long. I have to get this done as quickly as possible.
I do get to register for classes at the end of this month. My main aim, because of Daisy's position, is going to be for online classes. I should be able to get these done even if I have a C-section. If she turns, I'll be bummed that I don't have any traditional classes but I can't risk not being able to attend classes due to recovery time.
We will see. I've got a lot to process and ponder but one step at a time. At this time, I'm figuring God's got this all worked out, even if I don't and ultimately I'm going to leave it up to him to deal with.
49 days!
FFR
At any rate, our stubborn little girl hadn't turned over by the last scan. She should have been head down but it wasn't a huge concern. For the last several weeks, I've been able to feel where she is sitting in my belly. I couldn't tell whether it was butt or head I was feeling so I asked our awesome doctor if she'd be able to palpate my abdomen and tell. She said she couldn't even tell with her own pregnancy so she dragged in the ultrasound machine to check. Our stubborn girl is still breech.
As a result of this unfortunate positioning, our doctor has opted to schedule us a c-section...to be on the safe side as those appointments fill up quick. Ideally, she'll turn over on her own and we'll be able to cancel the C but if she does not, we have an appointment all set up. I'm unsure at this point if we'll be doing a quick scan at every appointment until then or if we'll simply wait until the day of the c-section to do one final scan.
At any rate, for now, we're scheduled for December 30th at noon. There will definitely be another scan done that day to determine if she is still positioned breech. If so, we go through with the C. If she's not, we go home and wait. This means we have 49 days left until our baby girl's possible arrival. This is really right around the corner.
A C-section means a long recovery. School starts up again January 18th and I have a few options for this: 1) She'll turn over, I'll have a normal delivery and I'll go back to school on time. 2) She doesn't turn over, we have the C-section and I get lucky and get into online classes. 3) She doesn't turn over, we have the C-section and I find a way to get back to school anyway. Finally, 4) She doesn't turn over, we have the C-section and I'm forced to take the semester off.
Plan 1 is my favorite plan. 2 would be the next best. 3 & 4 I would love to avoid. Especially 4. I can't afford to take a semester off. Getting all of my classes done so I can get on the wait list is already going to take another year. The wait list is 3 years long. I have to get this done as quickly as possible.
I do get to register for classes at the end of this month. My main aim, because of Daisy's position, is going to be for online classes. I should be able to get these done even if I have a C-section. If she turns, I'll be bummed that I don't have any traditional classes but I can't risk not being able to attend classes due to recovery time.
We will see. I've got a lot to process and ponder but one step at a time. At this time, I'm figuring God's got this all worked out, even if I don't and ultimately I'm going to leave it up to him to deal with.
49 days!
FFR
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Day Trip/Babymoon
Yesterday Working Man and I went to San Francisco. It was an idea a co-worker had for us to visit the California Academy of Sciences, aka the Steinhart Museum. It started off well...
Then there was this...tight, one-way streets. It was terribly hard to find our way and in the end, we got lost for about an hour or so in the city. But I did get a good picture out of it.
We definitely need to go back so I can get some more decent pictures. After the museum, we hopped over to Pier 39, a much faster venture, for dinner and meandering. Then we really had to go home. After all, I had to work today.
FFR
Then there was this...tight, one-way streets. It was terribly hard to find our way and in the end, we got lost for about an hour or so in the city. But I did get a good picture out of it.
Eventually we found our way. We had to rush through, not my idea of what I wanted but that's ok. It's an adventure. So here's some pictures for you:
We definitely need to go back so I can get some more decent pictures. After the museum, we hopped over to Pier 39, a much faster venture, for dinner and meandering. Then we really had to go home. After all, I had to work today.
FFR
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Pregnancies and Quick Showers...and Pictures
Before my body went all fun-house-mirror crazy on me, showers were a quick ordeal. In, out, 5-10 minutes. It was wonderful. Now pregnancy has made it rather difficult to do this quick shower routine. First off, once you get into the shower, you contemplate how to wash your lower extremities; like the feet. You can't just bend over to get to them...and you can't just hike up a leg to reach them. So you contemplate this for at least three minutes. Then you realize, there's no way you're going to reach them and figure the leftover soap from the rest of you is going to have to do. So now you start chasing the soap residue before it hits the drain.
Then you think, "Hey, hot water! I'll just boil the bacteria!" Turn up the water and let it boil your feet. It causes your stretching skin to itch so you start scratching all over and it looks like you've gotten into a fight but your feet are clean! Sort of anyway.
Then you contemplate the fact that you really need to get out of the shower but that hot water really does feel good on your aching back. Your feet are aching too but to get off of them you have to get out of the shower and, at this point in time, your back hurts more than your feet. Enjoy the heat, enjoy. Suddenly, the water is turning rather cool. It's been a good twenty minutes and the hot water is running out. You are forced out of the shower.
Now you're faced with a new challenge. How to dry everything. Sure, the top half is easy. It's the lower half that's difficult. You call for your husband who willingly and lovingly helps you dry your legs, back, and feet but isn't so loving or willing the next twenty times. You start just wiping your feet on the rug outside the shower and drip drying the rest.
Then you face your worst fear...the underwear. How to get those on without falling over? Ten minutes later, you realize that your monkey toes were made for challenges such as this. That and the bed for sitting on. Now, 45 minutes after the whole ordeal has begun, you're finally done. What used to take 10 minutes takes more than four times as long.
I will of course miss the ability to shower for long periods of time after Daisy is here but I'm definitely missing the short showers of yore.
Pictures of the fun-house-mirror body. This was just Tuesday at 30 weeks and 6 days! We were 13 sheets of TP for TP Tuesday by the way.
See the pink blanket on the glider? My friend from work made that for me. I loves it.
Notice, I can still wear my rings. I wonder when this ability will stop. I will miss them if I do happen to reach that stage. I secretly hope I won't.
Then you think, "Hey, hot water! I'll just boil the bacteria!" Turn up the water and let it boil your feet. It causes your stretching skin to itch so you start scratching all over and it looks like you've gotten into a fight but your feet are clean! Sort of anyway.
Then you contemplate the fact that you really need to get out of the shower but that hot water really does feel good on your aching back. Your feet are aching too but to get off of them you have to get out of the shower and, at this point in time, your back hurts more than your feet. Enjoy the heat, enjoy. Suddenly, the water is turning rather cool. It's been a good twenty minutes and the hot water is running out. You are forced out of the shower.
Now you're faced with a new challenge. How to dry everything. Sure, the top half is easy. It's the lower half that's difficult. You call for your husband who willingly and lovingly helps you dry your legs, back, and feet but isn't so loving or willing the next twenty times. You start just wiping your feet on the rug outside the shower and drip drying the rest.
Then you face your worst fear...the underwear. How to get those on without falling over? Ten minutes later, you realize that your monkey toes were made for challenges such as this. That and the bed for sitting on. Now, 45 minutes after the whole ordeal has begun, you're finally done. What used to take 10 minutes takes more than four times as long.
I will of course miss the ability to shower for long periods of time after Daisy is here but I'm definitely missing the short showers of yore.
Pictures of the fun-house-mirror body. This was just Tuesday at 30 weeks and 6 days! We were 13 sheets of TP for TP Tuesday by the way.
See the pink blanket on the glider? My friend from work made that for me. I loves it.
Notice, I can still wear my rings. I wonder when this ability will stop. I will miss them if I do happen to reach that stage. I secretly hope I won't.
Fun-House signing out,
FFR
Thursday, October 27, 2011
The Baby Shower
Last weekend I was incredibly fortunate to have an out of control, completely fun-filled, and totally overwhelming baby shower. Somehow, what was going to be one small party turned into a party of nearly 50 guests, just a little nuts. The beautiful thing was that it was nice to see everyone. The sad part was that I didn't get to sit and spend time with everyone. Very much like our wedding reception. At any rate, I am incredibly blessed by all of our friends and family. They really turned up the volume on this baby shower. I've never seen anything so amazing! Daisy is an incredibly lucky lucky girl!
My dad had to take all the photos as I was the guest so here's the baby shower from his point of view:
The most amazing diaper cake ever. Dorothy rolled and organized 84 newborn diapers and stuffed the layers full of onesies, socks, a bottle of cider, hats, and a ton of other great gifts.
Me and soon-to-be Grandpa!
All the grands and great grands (at least the ones who could be there). Four generations in a photo. One of my most treasured photos is a picture of five generations of women on my mom's side. I'm a wee baby but I had the very fortunate experience of knowing those women. I want Daisy to know everyone here and all those who couldn't be.
I finally have a belly! 7 months in!
I don't even KNOW how long it took to open all the gifts we got! Let's put it this way, it was light when we started, dusk when we stopped.
Gifts...
Gifts...
And more gifts!
MIL J measuring my belly for the ribbon game.
Great Grandma Esther won the ribbon game. She was maybe a centimeter off. Dorothy was maybe two centimeters off! It was a close call!
The dismantling of the diaper cake. I organized all the diapers out of it and found even more hidden items!
To all who came, thank you for an incredibly memorable day. Thank you for all the blessings.
Next up...I don't know. We've got 69 days to go before Daisy is here. That's the absolute last day for her to be inside me before they kick her out. Come baby come!
FFR
My dad had to take all the photos as I was the guest so here's the baby shower from his point of view:
The most amazing diaper cake ever. Dorothy rolled and organized 84 newborn diapers and stuffed the layers full of onesies, socks, a bottle of cider, hats, and a ton of other great gifts.
Me and soon-to-be Grandpa!
All the grands and great grands (at least the ones who could be there). Four generations in a photo. One of my most treasured photos is a picture of five generations of women on my mom's side. I'm a wee baby but I had the very fortunate experience of knowing those women. I want Daisy to know everyone here and all those who couldn't be.
I finally have a belly! 7 months in!
I don't even KNOW how long it took to open all the gifts we got! Let's put it this way, it was light when we started, dusk when we stopped.
Gifts...
Gifts...
And more gifts!
MIL J measuring my belly for the ribbon game.
Great Grandma Esther won the ribbon game. She was maybe a centimeter off. Dorothy was maybe two centimeters off! It was a close call!
The dismantling of the diaper cake. I organized all the diapers out of it and found even more hidden items!
To all who came, thank you for an incredibly memorable day. Thank you for all the blessings.
Next up...I don't know. We've got 69 days to go before Daisy is here. That's the absolute last day for her to be inside me before they kick her out. Come baby come!
FFR
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