Olivia's Perspective: Life Guided by the Eyes of a Child
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Portraits
I had good intentions of hiring a photographer for Olivia's first photos. However, I didn't do it before she was born, and was in no state of mind to do it after she was born. Finally, after 3 days of crying that I didn't get true newborn shots, I dragged us off our butts and to Picture People at 2 weeks and 3 days old. Considering Miss Olivia was one pissed little person about being naked and picked on, the photographer did a great job! I'm still a little sad that we didn't get professional pictures done those first days when she was asleep and tiny, I know there's no way I could have. I love these photos and I'm so glad we got them done!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Shorter Birth Story
... and more pictures!
My water broke at 4:50am on Wednesday the 29th. There was no mistaking what had just happened! I wasn’t really having contractions – just some very minor, very sporadic cramps. So we spent the morning wrapping up last minute things and napping. When the doctor’s office opened they told me to come in to verify my water had broken. From there, they sent me across the street to the hospital. We checked in at 10:30 and by 11:30 were starting Pitocin since I still wasn’t having contractions. By 2pm contractions were every 2 minutes and painful! At this point, I was only 2-3 cm dilated. I was trying to put off the epidural because I was afraid it would slow down the cervix dilation (if that was even possible). However, by 2:30 the doctor told me they were going to up my Pitocin again and everyone (easily) talked me into getting it then. The epidural went in at 3:15. Prior to it, I was in pain during contractions, but could recover between. After the epidural, I was miserable. I could still feel every bit of the contractions, but now I had a painful catheter and was confined to my bed (which was horrible since the contractions were a pain in the butt, literally, and the only thing that helped was standing). Finally the nurses agreed the epidural wasn’t working and called the anesthesiologist back to do another one. This epidural went in at 4:15 and by 4:20 I was in heaven! I was still just 4cm dilated, so the doctor told us to just relax. Basically, from about 5pm to midnight, we just slept. I was aware of the nurses being concerned about how slowing I was dilating, but Dr. Cherry was very comforting and consistently reassured me that slowly but surely I was making progress. Finally at midnight I was complete! I’d been awake about half an hour because I could feel the contractions again, and now I had intense pain in my back. The baby was at 0 station, so anticipating an hour to labor down and a couple hours of pushing, they gave me another shot into the epidural. At 1am the doctor came back and we started getting ready to push. The first push was at 1:30am and she was born just 12 minutes (and 21 pushes) later!
If everyone’s pregnancy and labor and delivery went this smoothly, we’d have 10 kids each. I couldn’t have asked for a better experience! Everything went perfectly. My husband was amazing, she gave me an easy labor, and the baby is absolutely perfect!
Olivia Louise Lamb was born at 1:42am on December 30, 2010 (1 day before her due date). She was 7 pounds 11 ounces, and was 20.5 inches long.
My water broke at 4:50am on Wednesday the 29th. There was no mistaking what had just happened! I wasn’t really having contractions – just some very minor, very sporadic cramps. So we spent the morning wrapping up last minute things and napping. When the doctor’s office opened they told me to come in to verify my water had broken. From there, they sent me across the street to the hospital. We checked in at 10:30 and by 11:30 were starting Pitocin since I still wasn’t having contractions. By 2pm contractions were every 2 minutes and painful! At this point, I was only 2-3 cm dilated. I was trying to put off the epidural because I was afraid it would slow down the cervix dilation (if that was even possible). However, by 2:30 the doctor told me they were going to up my Pitocin again and everyone (easily) talked me into getting it then. The epidural went in at 3:15. Prior to it, I was in pain during contractions, but could recover between. After the epidural, I was miserable. I could still feel every bit of the contractions, but now I had a painful catheter and was confined to my bed (which was horrible since the contractions were a pain in the butt, literally, and the only thing that helped was standing). Finally the nurses agreed the epidural wasn’t working and called the anesthesiologist back to do another one. This epidural went in at 4:15 and by 4:20 I was in heaven! I was still just 4cm dilated, so the doctor told us to just relax. Basically, from about 5pm to midnight, we just slept. I was aware of the nurses being concerned about how slowing I was dilating, but Dr. Cherry was very comforting and consistently reassured me that slowly but surely I was making progress. Finally at midnight I was complete! I’d been awake about half an hour because I could feel the contractions again, and now I had intense pain in my back. The baby was at 0 station, so anticipating an hour to labor down and a couple hours of pushing, they gave me another shot into the epidural. At 1am the doctor came back and we started getting ready to push. The first push was at 1:30am and she was born just 12 minutes (and 21 pushes) later!
If everyone’s pregnancy and labor and delivery went this smoothly, we’d have 10 kids each. I couldn’t have asked for a better experience! Everything went perfectly. My husband was amazing, she gave me an easy labor, and the baby is absolutely perfect!
Olivia Louise Lamb was born at 1:42am on December 30, 2010 (1 day before her due date). She was 7 pounds 11 ounces, and was 20.5 inches long.
Olivia's (Extra Long) Birth Story
This is the extra-long version! I wrote out every detail for myself, primarily. I'll add a condensed version in the next post.
I spent months telling everyone from my husband to my boss to my friend Julie (just hours before) that “it doesn’t work that way” and a very low percentage of women actually experienced their water breaking as the first clue they were going into labor. Then at 4:50am on Wednesday, December 29, 2010, it took me less than 3 seconds to realize what had woken me up was my water breaking. In the same way that water gurgles out of a bottle, that was what was happening to me. I got up, took a shower and started adding the finishing touches to our hospital bags. The night before, my friends Kat and Julie had been over, jokingly trying to talk me into having my water break and go into labor right then. I laughed and told them I thought it would be another week, so I wasn’t completely ready. I had gone to bed after Chris, and obviously, woken up before him. When his alarm went off at 5:30, he saw my side of the bed made and went into a panic thinking I had never come to bed and something terrible had happened to me. I was in the laundry room and couldn’t hear him calling me over the dryer. He was completely panicked, but finally found me. I assured him I had come to bed and that everything was fine. Once he had calmed down, I said, “You need to email your boss- my water broke.” He simply said “Okay” and started to walk out of the room. The door was about half way closed when suddenly it swung back open, he stuck his head in and said, “What?!”
Since I wasn’t having any contractions and the doctor’s office didn’t open for another few hours, I told Chris he had time to go into the office to drop off his company truck and some paperwork. He came back and we went back to bed until 8:15ish. I called my doctor’s office and they asked me to come in to confirm it was my water breaking (although there was no doubt in my mind). On the way to the doctor, we went by my parents’ to pick up some medication of Chris’s. They were both standing in the driveway, half asleep, with huge smiles on their faces. The doctor confirmed what was (really, really) obvious to everyone that my water had broken and sent me across the street to the hospital. I was incredibly excited to find out that my doctor was on call and would definitely be delivering the baby. We checked in around 10:30 that morning. Because my water had broken, the baby had to come within a certain time limit, since now there was risk of infection. I wasn’t having any contractions (other than very, very mild sporadic cramping), and we needed to get them started. I was put on a Pitocin drip at 11:30. At this point, I was only 1cm dilated. Also, even though she’d told me in the weeks before I had effaced, she said she didn’t think my cervix was any more than 10% effaced. In other words, no cervix progress at all. The Pitocin kicked in and I was having regular contractions by 12:30. By 2pm, they were incredibly painful and coming every 2 minutes. During the contractions, I was sure that if they got any more painful I wouldn’t be able to handle it. However, between contractions I felt fine. We were laughing and listening to music and having a good time. During contractions, it didn’t take long to find the only position I could handle – standing. I had back pain and a lot of pressure in my rectum. So I was standing with my hands on the back of Chris’s shoulders, leaning on him. He didn’t mind at all, it was like he was getting a back massage ;-)
The doctor checked me about 2:15 and I was 2-3 cm and no effacement change. At 2:30, though, Chris and the nurse pretty much had me talked into the epidural. I was trying to put it off as long as possible because I was afraid that it would slow things down, stop me from dilating, and we’d end up with a C-section. Predictably, I caved and asked for the epidural. The worst part of the epidural was when they asked Chris to leave the room. I started crying and panicking – I did not want him to leave my side. However, the nurse that was there was very calming and very helpful. The epidural itself wasn’t too painful and much easier than I’d anticipated. Sitting through contractions was hard, but I was focused on the end results – both of the epidural and of the labor, and that really helped me be calm and still. However, after the epidural I was miserable. Not only was I still feeling every bit of the contractions, now I was confined to the bed and had a really painful catheter. More crying followed – I was sure the epidural wasn’t going to work and I’d have to go through the whole labor feeling everything. Finally the nurses also were convinced that the epidural wasn’t working and started prepping for a second epidural. That was in place at 4:15 and by 4:20 I felt good – really, really good! At this point I was still just 2-3 cm dilated.
We went to sleep, and were periodically woken up to have me checked. At 5pm (12 hours after my water had broken), I was 4cm dilated, 90% effaced, and a -1 station. They added an internal monitor for the contractions and upped the Pitocin. At 7:30pm they added an internal monitor for the baby’s heart rate as well. This was quickly followed by oxygen and increased fluids because her heart rate was lower than they wanted to see. The doctor said she was glad to see I was now at 7cm, 100% effaced, and 0 station, so we were going to continue on as we had been. In other words, sleeping. Thankfully her heart rate came back up and we were off the oxygen by 10:15.
Dr. Cherry was absolutely great. I was very aware of the clock and the fact that most doctors want to see a baby out within 24ish hours of the water breaking. However, Dr. Cherry never once mentioned a C-section – she just kept telling me she was glad to see constant progress and that everything was going great. I knew what wasn’t being said by the nurses was that I was progressing too slowly, though. Chris had told me to not even think about C-sections, to visualize the birth that I wanted … and I just kept doing that. Dr. Cherry kept telling me everything was fine, and I kept the vaginal birth on the front of my mind.
At 9:30 I was dilated to 8.5 cm.
At 11pm, pain had woken me up. I was having pretty sharp back pain and was again feeling the contractions. Over the next half hour, the back pain became worse and worse. The doctor checked me, found I was at 9.5 cm dilated, and thought the epidural was wearing off. We talked and she explained that once I was complete (fully dilated and effaced) then we’d start pushing. However, that would take somewhere between 1 and 3 hours since this was my first baby. So we added another bolis shot (am I saying that right?) to the epidural, anticipating several more hours of labor. Since the baby was still at a 0 station, they rolled me over practically on my stomach to help her and me “labor down.” This was all done by 12 and they told us to go back to sleep so we could get some rest before pushing. They woke me up at 1am (now December 30) and told me I was complete and it was time to start pushing. Chris woke up out of his coma with the biggest smile on his face! By the time they’d setup the room and gathered all the doctors and nurses, it was almost 1:30.
The first push was at 1:30. I was shocked to hear that she had lots of hair and asked for a mirror. There she was! A full head of dark brown hair was right there and ready to be born. I sent the mirror back, afraid that seeing a tear or lots of blood would scare me out of pushing as hard as I needed, too, though. 12 minutes and 21 pushes later, she was born!
I’ll never forget the sound of Chris’s voice when she came out. He had been the best labor coach possible, and as I was pushing was encouraging and supportive and … wonderful. As she crowned and came out, his voice jumped 2 octaves and he started crying, “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmgyod, Sara she’s here!”
The whole experience was perfect. I wouldn’t have to stretch to say Chris and I had fun. The pain, thanks to the (working) epidural wasn’t bad at all. Migraines are worse than that labor and delivery. I felt what I assume was the “ring of fire” as she crowned, but it was barely painful and was mostly just helpful in letting me know to keep pushing!
I spent months telling everyone from my husband to my boss to my friend Julie (just hours before) that “it doesn’t work that way” and a very low percentage of women actually experienced their water breaking as the first clue they were going into labor. Then at 4:50am on Wednesday, December 29, 2010, it took me less than 3 seconds to realize what had woken me up was my water breaking. In the same way that water gurgles out of a bottle, that was what was happening to me. I got up, took a shower and started adding the finishing touches to our hospital bags. The night before, my friends Kat and Julie had been over, jokingly trying to talk me into having my water break and go into labor right then. I laughed and told them I thought it would be another week, so I wasn’t completely ready. I had gone to bed after Chris, and obviously, woken up before him. When his alarm went off at 5:30, he saw my side of the bed made and went into a panic thinking I had never come to bed and something terrible had happened to me. I was in the laundry room and couldn’t hear him calling me over the dryer. He was completely panicked, but finally found me. I assured him I had come to bed and that everything was fine. Once he had calmed down, I said, “You need to email your boss- my water broke.” He simply said “Okay” and started to walk out of the room. The door was about half way closed when suddenly it swung back open, he stuck his head in and said, “What?!”
Since I wasn’t having any contractions and the doctor’s office didn’t open for another few hours, I told Chris he had time to go into the office to drop off his company truck and some paperwork. He came back and we went back to bed until 8:15ish. I called my doctor’s office and they asked me to come in to confirm it was my water breaking (although there was no doubt in my mind). On the way to the doctor, we went by my parents’ to pick up some medication of Chris’s. They were both standing in the driveway, half asleep, with huge smiles on their faces. The doctor confirmed what was (really, really) obvious to everyone that my water had broken and sent me across the street to the hospital. I was incredibly excited to find out that my doctor was on call and would definitely be delivering the baby. We checked in around 10:30 that morning. Because my water had broken, the baby had to come within a certain time limit, since now there was risk of infection. I wasn’t having any contractions (other than very, very mild sporadic cramping), and we needed to get them started. I was put on a Pitocin drip at 11:30. At this point, I was only 1cm dilated. Also, even though she’d told me in the weeks before I had effaced, she said she didn’t think my cervix was any more than 10% effaced. In other words, no cervix progress at all. The Pitocin kicked in and I was having regular contractions by 12:30. By 2pm, they were incredibly painful and coming every 2 minutes. During the contractions, I was sure that if they got any more painful I wouldn’t be able to handle it. However, between contractions I felt fine. We were laughing and listening to music and having a good time. During contractions, it didn’t take long to find the only position I could handle – standing. I had back pain and a lot of pressure in my rectum. So I was standing with my hands on the back of Chris’s shoulders, leaning on him. He didn’t mind at all, it was like he was getting a back massage ;-)
The doctor checked me about 2:15 and I was 2-3 cm and no effacement change. At 2:30, though, Chris and the nurse pretty much had me talked into the epidural. I was trying to put it off as long as possible because I was afraid that it would slow things down, stop me from dilating, and we’d end up with a C-section. Predictably, I caved and asked for the epidural. The worst part of the epidural was when they asked Chris to leave the room. I started crying and panicking – I did not want him to leave my side. However, the nurse that was there was very calming and very helpful. The epidural itself wasn’t too painful and much easier than I’d anticipated. Sitting through contractions was hard, but I was focused on the end results – both of the epidural and of the labor, and that really helped me be calm and still. However, after the epidural I was miserable. Not only was I still feeling every bit of the contractions, now I was confined to the bed and had a really painful catheter. More crying followed – I was sure the epidural wasn’t going to work and I’d have to go through the whole labor feeling everything. Finally the nurses also were convinced that the epidural wasn’t working and started prepping for a second epidural. That was in place at 4:15 and by 4:20 I felt good – really, really good! At this point I was still just 2-3 cm dilated.
We went to sleep, and were periodically woken up to have me checked. At 5pm (12 hours after my water had broken), I was 4cm dilated, 90% effaced, and a -1 station. They added an internal monitor for the contractions and upped the Pitocin. At 7:30pm they added an internal monitor for the baby’s heart rate as well. This was quickly followed by oxygen and increased fluids because her heart rate was lower than they wanted to see. The doctor said she was glad to see I was now at 7cm, 100% effaced, and 0 station, so we were going to continue on as we had been. In other words, sleeping. Thankfully her heart rate came back up and we were off the oxygen by 10:15.
Dr. Cherry was absolutely great. I was very aware of the clock and the fact that most doctors want to see a baby out within 24ish hours of the water breaking. However, Dr. Cherry never once mentioned a C-section – she just kept telling me she was glad to see constant progress and that everything was going great. I knew what wasn’t being said by the nurses was that I was progressing too slowly, though. Chris had told me to not even think about C-sections, to visualize the birth that I wanted … and I just kept doing that. Dr. Cherry kept telling me everything was fine, and I kept the vaginal birth on the front of my mind.
At 9:30 I was dilated to 8.5 cm.
At 11pm, pain had woken me up. I was having pretty sharp back pain and was again feeling the contractions. Over the next half hour, the back pain became worse and worse. The doctor checked me, found I was at 9.5 cm dilated, and thought the epidural was wearing off. We talked and she explained that once I was complete (fully dilated and effaced) then we’d start pushing. However, that would take somewhere between 1 and 3 hours since this was my first baby. So we added another bolis shot (am I saying that right?) to the epidural, anticipating several more hours of labor. Since the baby was still at a 0 station, they rolled me over practically on my stomach to help her and me “labor down.” This was all done by 12 and they told us to go back to sleep so we could get some rest before pushing. They woke me up at 1am (now December 30) and told me I was complete and it was time to start pushing. Chris woke up out of his coma with the biggest smile on his face! By the time they’d setup the room and gathered all the doctors and nurses, it was almost 1:30.
The first push was at 1:30. I was shocked to hear that she had lots of hair and asked for a mirror. There she was! A full head of dark brown hair was right there and ready to be born. I sent the mirror back, afraid that seeing a tear or lots of blood would scare me out of pushing as hard as I needed, too, though. 12 minutes and 21 pushes later, she was born!
I’ll never forget the sound of Chris’s voice when she came out. He had been the best labor coach possible, and as I was pushing was encouraging and supportive and … wonderful. As she crowned and came out, his voice jumped 2 octaves and he started crying, “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmgyod, Sara she’s here!”
The whole experience was perfect. I wouldn’t have to stretch to say Chris and I had fun. The pain, thanks to the (working) epidural wasn’t bad at all. Migraines are worse than that labor and delivery. I felt what I assume was the “ring of fire” as she crowned, but it was barely painful and was mostly just helpful in letting me know to keep pushing!
I had to have a couple stitches, but nothing terrible. I sat there and watched Chris hold his baby girl’s hand while they cleaned her up and did the Apgar tests (scoring an 8 and 9, I must brag). She was starring right at him the whole time and definitely responded to his voice. When they brought her back over to me, we both knew she was an Olivia. There was a wonderful nurse in the room was took charge of the camera to make sure we got all the important shots of the first moments of our sweet girl’s life.
Olivia Louise Lamb was born at 1:42 am on December 30 after 21 long but easy hours of labor. She was 7 pounds 11 ounces, and was 20.5 inches long.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Christmas 2010
We had a very last minute, hodge-podge Christmas that turned out to be a lot of fun. No one made huge plans since we didn't know what the baby's plans were. Yet somehow, my entire family, plus Jake's friend John, and my Aunt Kari all came together. We had a delicious meal thanks to my mother and laughed a whole lot. We ate too much, then rolled on the floor in front of the fire complaining that we ate too much ... while nibbling on more pie. I really love our family Christmas's :-) Especially the ones where my parent's house is on the market and there's no furniture in the house ... hence the random pieces of furniture and dining table in the living room ;-)
Friday, December 24, 2010
39 Weeks! ... and Counting
39 Weeks!! I really cannot wrap my head around the fact that this pregnancy is almost over. I'm feeling much better today than I was when I wrote the last post (thank goodness!). Doctor told me to take it easy, and that's helped a lot more than just my feet. Things are quickly getting ready, and therefore, I'm ready - to have this baby!
Warning: Do not continue reading unless you want "TMI" ;-) I think the next few posts will probably all fall under that TMI category, but I don't mind sharing, so .... sorry?
Chris and I went to dinner Wednesday night and were discussing what the plan was if (when) I go past my due date. An hour later, I lost my mucus plug! I was very excited for the next 12 hours. Sadly, I went to the doctor Thursday for my regular appointment and found out there's still no more dilation. I will not complain about another week, because I certainly need the time to prepare - I just hope she isn't so cozy she never wants to come out!
My back pain is down considerably after spending the last 12 hours "taking it easy."
Contractions are totally gone. I had a few painful ones yesterday, but they are still "false" contractions since they are gone today.
My feet and calves are ugly. Very, very ugly.
My stomach is sore, but the doctor just called it "uterine sensitivity." K, thanks, well it's wonderful. Wonderful like someone just punched you in the gut.
I'm officially working from home until she's born and that alone has helped me feel 1000X more comfortable.
My blood pressure went up to 130/74 which is slightly elevated, so the doctor wants me to take it easy and stay off my feet.
Next appointment: Wednesday, the 29th. I have a feeling I'm gonna make it to that one. Grumble, grumble, grumble ...
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
37, 38 Weeks
This was Friday, at 38 weeks. At my 37 week appointment (which I had at 36.5 weeks) I had dilated 1 whole centimeter! Hahaha. Then Friday, a week and a half later at 38 weeks ... no more progress. Not really a big deal, but not all that exciting to hear, either.
LOL, do I look happy in that picture or what? 37 weeks was okay, I was still enjoying being pregnant.This last week has been awful. I just keep telling myself "A week and a half left, a week and a half left, I can do it ..." and then I start crying. I can't stand, sit, or lay down comfortably. I've given up on sleeping. I've got shooting pains going everywhere you can get shooting pains. And oh boy am I hormonal! Everything makes me nauseous. My feet look like tree trunks. My belly button hurts, of all things (which is still half out, half in).
Here's my (read: Chris's) to do list that needs to be done yesterday:
Clean the kitchen
Take speakers from garage to attic
Move clothes for storage to attic
Put shelves back in closet
FIX THE DAMN DRYER WHICH BROKE AT THE BEST TIME EVER
Unload the SUV full of garage sale stuff at Mom's house
Get FX's oil changed
Vacuum FX
INSTALL CARSEAT SO WE CAN KEEP OUR BABY
Fix baseboards in nursery (which RoadRunner so kindly destroyed)
Put furniture back in nursery
Finish decorating nursery
Choose a pediatrician
Fill out hospital forms
Write a birth plan
Buy groceries
Empty Chris's suitcases
Ship computer monitor to Asus for repair.
Yes, this list is making me very cranky. And it's not like we aren't busting our humps getting stuff done. Okay, Chris is busting his hump. I'm supervising. Chris cleaned out the garage this weekend! That was a major accomplishment. And now my car is in the garage!
ETA: We've also steam cleaned the carpets, re-arranged the bedroom, organized the office ...
And .... I'm tired of typing (read: thinking). See ya later.
Monday, December 6, 2010
36 Week Update
Let the waiting begin! Or more realistically, let the frantic whirlwind begin. If she came today, sure we have all the necessities - but I have a list a mile long of things I want to get done before she's born!
My 36 week appointment went great. I'm 50% effaced, but not dilated at all yet. Her estimated weight is 6 pounds, 3 ounces, although this can be off up to a pound in either direction. The doctor said her guess is that if I make it all the way to my due date, she'll be 7.5 - 8 pounds, but not over 8. First of all, I'm not sure I believe this. Chris and I were both over 8 pounds. Secondly, everyone keeps telling me I'm not going to make it to my due date. This is really going to mess with my head if I make it all the way to (or beyond) December 31.
My wedding rings are goners. I was wearing my real engagement ring with a face wedding band for the last week, but Saturday they both got put away and traded in for a $16 ring from TJMaxx. I'm swollen, but not terribly so. The fake rings are just more comfortable, and I'm all about comfort these days.
Friday, November 19, 2010
34 Weeks!
I'm not sure I ever posted this last one ... from 31 weeks:
And today, at 34 weeks:
I had a doctor's appointment that went generally well. I'm 34 weeks pregnant and measuring at 33.5. At my 30 week appointment, I thought she'd told me I was measuring at 37, but thankfully I'd just heard her wrong. She'd said 30.5 and not 37, phew! No giant baby in there ;-)
I feel great, except for some pelvic pain (which is no fun at all) and mild swelling in my feet. My belly button is half gone. As in, the top half is out, the bottom half is in. It's weird looking, but you'll have to take my word for it.
The baby is much lower than she was at our last appointment. My doctor found her heart beat down near my pelvis instead of up by my belly button like usual.
I also get the distinct impression the doctor doesn't think I'm going to make it to 40 weeks. She told me to take it easy so this girl stays put for another 2 weeks (but if I go into labor now, they won't take any steps to stop her). She said with a rather sarcastic smirk to not go more than 30 minutes from the hospital and that my body was doing a "really" good job of getting ready to deliver a baby. Granted, doctors have said stuff like this to lots of women who ended up going as far as 41 weeks, so only time will tell. I'd be fine with January!
P.S. I found that perfect rug. Crib is together. Pictures coming once the finishing touches are done!
Monday, November 15, 2010
Things Lately
Things I've missed during pregnancy:
- Sleeping more than an hour at a time
- Full mobility
- Easily putting on my shoes
Surprisingly, wine does not make that list. Soon, my belly button ring and my belly button will be on this list, but not quite yet.
Things I will NOT miss about pregnancy:
- Round ligament pain
- Charlie Horses
- Peeing all the freaking time
- Feeling like I've been kicked in the crotch
That's about it. The list of things I will miss about pregnancy is a mile long. I love, love, love being pregnant. For the record, I decided to write this now because I'm not positive I'll be able to include so many loves in about a month.
I continue to slow down. Chris had to come grocery shopping with me this weekend because I just can't do it by myself. I was glad he came because I was having a hard time even with his help! Yet, when we got home I got a second wind and cleaned out the fridge ... and the rest of the downstairs. I had to take Tylenol to sleep last night because every part of my body ached after just 4 hours of moving around.
6 weeks and 4 days until D-Day. Ya know, due date. At which point we will probably have a baby who still has no where to sleep and no where to hang her clothes. Yah, yah ... we're getting to that. More important to me right now if finding the perfect rug for her bedroom floor!
- Sleeping more than an hour at a time
- Full mobility
- Easily putting on my shoes
Surprisingly, wine does not make that list. Soon, my belly button ring and my belly button will be on this list, but not quite yet.
Things I will NOT miss about pregnancy:
- Round ligament pain
- Charlie Horses
- Peeing all the freaking time
- Feeling like I've been kicked in the crotch
That's about it. The list of things I will miss about pregnancy is a mile long. I love, love, love being pregnant. For the record, I decided to write this now because I'm not positive I'll be able to include so many loves in about a month.
I continue to slow down. Chris had to come grocery shopping with me this weekend because I just can't do it by myself. I was glad he came because I was having a hard time even with his help! Yet, when we got home I got a second wind and cleaned out the fridge ... and the rest of the downstairs. I had to take Tylenol to sleep last night because every part of my body ached after just 4 hours of moving around.
6 weeks and 4 days until D-Day. Ya know, due date. At which point we will probably have a baby who still has no where to sleep and no where to hang her clothes. Yah, yah ... we're getting to that. More important to me right now if finding the perfect rug for her bedroom floor!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Jinxed
I should have known yesterday's post would jinx me! After I posted about all my stupid moves while pregnant, I really topped the list!
I went out to my car on my lunch break to make a quick phone call ... and ended up falling asleep with the key in the ignition to the "On" position. I woke up an hour later with the battery completely dead. Thankfully I had a super helpful coworker with jumper cables that came and gave me a jump. While doing this, I found out that my battery is inside a plastic case with a cover. Half way home I'm thinking that I don't remember putting that cover back on. I pull over and thankfully find the cover ... just sitting under my hood on top of the engine.
Then I get home and my plan is to leave the car running so it can juice up, run inside and grab the dogs, then go over to my parents house for dinner. I go inside and go upstairs to change out of my work clothes. Except I put on my pajamas and got in bed. If it weren't for the dogs whining and barking at me like "WTH lady, we need to pee!" I may have never remembered the car was outside running and my parents were waiting on me. Ha! I was just all set and ready for bed ... at 4:45pm ;-)
SIGH .... if I only had a brain.
I went out to my car on my lunch break to make a quick phone call ... and ended up falling asleep with the key in the ignition to the "On" position. I woke up an hour later with the battery completely dead. Thankfully I had a super helpful coworker with jumper cables that came and gave me a jump. While doing this, I found out that my battery is inside a plastic case with a cover. Half way home I'm thinking that I don't remember putting that cover back on. I pull over and thankfully find the cover ... just sitting under my hood on top of the engine.
Then I get home and my plan is to leave the car running so it can juice up, run inside and grab the dogs, then go over to my parents house for dinner. I go inside and go upstairs to change out of my work clothes. Except I put on my pajamas and got in bed. If it weren't for the dogs whining and barking at me like "WTH lady, we need to pee!" I may have never remembered the car was outside running and my parents were waiting on me. Ha! I was just all set and ready for bed ... at 4:45pm ;-)
SIGH .... if I only had a brain.
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- Sara Louise
- South Austin, Texas, United States
- Consider yourself warned ... I'm "that" Mom.