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Woman with a Plan

22 Feb

After yesterday’s disappointing news at the doctor’s office I hit the self-tanner pretty hard as a form of self-therapy. Yes, I deal with stress by turning my skin orange. Don’t judge, it certainly isn’t the worst form of stress-management out there. I guess having newly (and artificially)-bronzed skin makes me feel just a tad bit more attractive, which, I firmly believe, is very important during pregnancy.

You gotta do what you gotta do to feel cute, right? After all, a giant belly certainly doesn’t do much for the self-esteem, whether it be from a human baby or a food baby.

I was trying (unsuccessfully) to explain this whole concept to Michael last night while we were out shopping for some last-minute baby-time items… He couldn’t understand why I wanted the cheap neon orange sports bra over the cheap black sports bra to wear under my hospital gown.

Luckily, JCPenney filled that particular void in my life and I walked out of the mall with this fancy little thing (okay, honesty time… pregnancy has affected my body in such a way that the word ‘little’ isn’t super accurate when describing my bras anymore) for only $14:

Cute, no?

A flash of neon under my hospital gown? Don’t mind if I do!
And yes, I’ve already thought about how awesome this
color will look against my (fake) tanned skin.

Sorry, I was just so excited about that cute thing that I couldn’t help but share.

Ps: the reason I’m getting a bra specifically for labor is because my hospital is all about immediate skin-to-skin contact. I’ve read a lot about it and apparently it has all kinds of benefits for the baby. But. Babies are covered in all kinds of nastiness when they are… freshly squeezed… and I don’t want to be wearing a bra that I’ll use ever again. I just don’t want to live in a world where it’s acceptable to wear articles of clothing that have once been covered in blood and slime and baby poop.

Moving on… I have a plan. Forget about my hesitation from yesterday, this little boy is going to be out by midnight tomorrow night. I have all of the necessary protocols in place to make it happen.

Phase 1: These little cuties. No big deal, but I’ve already eaten an entire one. It got kind of brutal toward the end… and my tongue is now covered in tiny little blisters. But hey, if it gets the job done…

Apparently pineapples contain bromelain, an enzyme that can soften the cervix.

Apparently pineapples contain bromelain, an enzyme softens the cervix.

Phase 2: I’ve been walking pretty much all day long. 4 miles, to be exact. And yes, it did take this pregnant chick all day to accomplish this feat because I broke it up into mini sessions. And now my back is killllling me. But it will all be worth it when I’m holding a little baby boy in my arms rather than my uterus at midnight tomorrow.

Phase 3: Evening Primrose Oil. Chalk full of prostaglandins, the stuff that softens the cervix. I’m allll over this stuff.

This 3-phase plan is my Trifecta of Success and will get things going so that my goal is accomplished by midnight. I have never been more determined to make something happen in my entire life, so I know it will happen (do you see how I’m relying on the power of positive thinking to produce a son and heir? If only the European monarchs had as much optimism as I do).

I shall update you when the contractions begin. And they will begin soon.

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No News

21 Feb

You know that saying ‘no news is good news’? Well turns out it’s a dirty lie.

I know this because I had a doctor’s appointment today and found out that not much is going on in terms of progress for me. I’m somewhere between 1 and 2 centimeters dilated and about 60% effaced. Just to recap, I was a little under 1 centimeter dilated and 50% effaced at my last appointment a week ago. Sigh.

All last week I could feel the little guy using his head as a battering ram against my cervix (which, btw, feels about as awesome as it sounds), so I was pretty sure I would see a bit more progress, but no dice. And I was planning on having my membranes stripped today but I wasn’t dilated enough. Sad day.

He (my doctor) also told me that I have a “pretty decent sized” little person in me, which, he went on to explain, means that the little monster is probably “only” 8 or 9 lbs. Does that seem gigantic to anyone else? Because I’m thinking it sounds absolutely huge.

On the bright side, I still have a few more days to process.

I’ve been thinking seriously all week about this whole “labor” thing… and also the whole “baby” thing, and it’s a little overwhelming. I mean, I obviously knew what the end result of my adventures through pregnancy was, but I’m feeling seriously, seriously under-qualified to deal with the massive project of raising a human baby into a successful adult.

So even though I feel like I’ve been waiting for years to go into labor, I’m really appreciating the extra time at this very moment.

One thing for sure is that I’m definitely down to days (and not weeks… or months…) because I have an induction scheduled for next week. The plan is that I’m going to go into the hospital for a Fetal Non-Stress Test (remember the last time I had one of those?) and if everything looks good I’ll be induced on Wednesday morning. 6 DAYS! What? I know, crazy.

Having an induction makes me really nervous that I won’t be able to do a natural birth. When labor is induced, doctors use a drug called Pitocin, a synthetic form of the hormone oxytocin which stimulates contractions. With Pitocin, however, contractions come a lot harder and stronger, making them waaay more painful than natural contractions… meaning that it’s much more difficult to deal with the pain. And. When labor is induced the chances of a cesarean increase as well.

I guess what this all boils down to is that I have had a bit of a stressful day trying to wrap my mind around everything. I’m trying to stay positive, but I’m also (kinda) panicking a little. Only 6 more days of pregnancy… going into labor… the possibility of not being able to follow anything in my plan… coming home with a baby… my life changing forever… Yikes. That’s a lot to deal with.

Um, yes. Now that you’re thinking about it, I wouldn’t mind some words of advice… The countdown is on, after all, and I’m feeling the deadline coming up quick…

39 Week Bumpdate

11 Feb
Do I look sick of pregnancy? Because I am sick of pregnancy. So, so sick of pregnancy.

Do I look like I’m sick of being pregnant? Because I am. So, so sick of it. So are my chubby little wedding ringless fingers…

Remember last week when I said that I didn’t think I’d make it to my due date? Well. I’ve officially changed my stance on that. Because I’m pretty sure this little boy is planning to take up permanent residence in my uterus.

Last weekend I was having a lot of contractions, but then they came to a screeching halt and haven’t been heard from since.

Meanwhile, I’ve been ready to go for weeks

Got my hospital bag, diaper bag, car seat, and boppy pillow just waiting to be used.

Got my hospital bag, diaper bag, car seat, and boppy pillow just waiting to be used.

Let’s hope he decides to make an appearance before this time next week because I would much rather post a picture of him than of my ever-growing baby bump (less of a bump these days and more of a boulder).

After a Long Absence… 36 Week Bumpdate!

21 Jan
36 week bumpdate

4 Weeks(ish) Left!

Helloooo blogosphere! After an extended disappearing act, I’m back and ready to party. And blog. And have a baby… because I am so sick of being pregnant 🙂

First of all, I apologize for having absconded my duties for so many weeks. Months. Eh, who’s counting?

Second, I have a lot of updating to do! I’ve been reading my brains out about childbirth and infant care, and I’m ready to share everything I’ve learned with the world. Get excited.

Now to get down to business, here are some of the changes that have taken place since my last post:

Heartburn: Omg. It’s like the oven has been turned up a few hundred degrees. I have gone through soooo many packs of Tums it’s just ridiculous.

Serious Drop in Energy: I have been sleeping ridiculous amounts at night. And during the day. It’s a little crazy how tired I am all of the time! The only problem is that sleeping has become incredibly uncomfortable. I can’t sleep on my back, I can’t sleep on my tummy, and I can only stay on each side for so long before my hips start aching. Not fun.

Stretch Marks: The Greatest Tragedy of All: A little piece of me dies a little every time I see a new one. And yes, I am keeping tabs on all of them (this is a pretty big statement because there are just so many of them). Breaks my heart. Right now they are growing like weeds on my hips and are just starting to form right under my bump. Too much info? Sorry! At least I’m not posting pictures… yet.

Swollen Feet & Ankles: This might be the most bizarre of all. I was really excited to get some Le Chameau rain boots (hello, I live in Seattle, the land of the endless monsoon). Who else owns Le Chameau rain boots? Yes, this trendy duchess:

Me and Kate are twinners.

Me and Kate are twinners.

We’re both pregnant and we have the same boots! Unfortunately, my ankles have been so swollen these days that I can’t get them on. Sad, sad day.

Apple Juice Cravings: Michael has figured out that this is the key to my heart:

Heavenly.

Heavenly. I could drink it every moment of the day.

Hoarding Baby Items: Diaper bag, car seat, stroller, diaper genie, ergobaby carrier, play yard, swaddling blankets, boppy pillow, rocking chair, you name it. If my baby needs it, I’m all over it. Around Christmas I realized that this little boy is coming sooner than I thought, and then the collecting began. I feel like a little rat hoarding baby things in the corner of our living room (because we haven’t quite figured out what to do with it yet…). You should see our stash, I kind of love it!

I’m getting pretty excited about this little boy coming and it’s actually starting to feel real! In the meantime I’ve been practicing my swaddling skills…

bears

It’s kind of fun! I read the book The Happiest Baby on the Block by Dr. Harvey Karp and it convinced me that swaddling the little man is going to make life a lot easier. More on that later though.

Happy Monday everybody! You’ll hear more from me soon 🙂

24 Week Bumpdate

29 Oct
Baby Bump 24 Weeks

That awkward moment when you realize that I’m actually a (pregnant) member of the undead… Kind of reminiscent of Twilight, right? No? Okay, that’s fine too.

New this week: During my first trimester, I remember I was just wiped out allllll the time. I went to bed early, woke up late, and usually took a nap during the day. Second trimester? Totally different story. I haven’t taken a single nap this trimesterT Until this week, that is… I was so tired this week that I actually took 3 naps. I’ve heard that when you get into the third trimester you get tired all over again. I’m still about a month away from that point, but I think my body is prepping for it. Or maybe I just need more sleep at night…

Other exciting developments include ever-increasing heartburn (so fun) and my first stab of round ligament pain (in the middle of the night when I rolled over).

Also.

That belly is really starting to look gigantic. I feel like things have really started cooking think week. And I had three strangers comment on my bump! I think that means I’ve clearly moved out of the she-could-stand-to-lose-a-few-pounds phase and am safely in the what-a-cute-pregnant-belly phase. It’s good to be here 🙂

Running & Cocaine

23 Oct

A few weeks ago Michael’s cousin, Melissa, and her husband, Kimball, invited us over to their house for dinner. They live in a little town called Maple Valley, which is a little ways away from the city, and it was so nice to drive through a canyon, see some open land, and spend time in a neighborhood. I forgot they existed! Can you tell that living in the city is killing me a little?

Anyway, Melissa and I were talking about running during pregnancy and she told me something that just blew my mind. During her first pregnancy, her doctor flatly told her that she absolutely should not be running during pregnancy, so she asked about her friend who ran 5 miles a day while she was pregnant. He said: “Well some women use cocaine when they are pregnant and sometimes their babies turn out fine, but that doesn’t mean you should do it too.”

Is that just crazy or what? Running and cocaine? I mean, they’re both pretty addictive, but I really don’t think they have much in common besides that.

Fortunately, we live in a time when doctors (with the exception of Melissa’s OB…) generally agree that exercise is healthy and completely safe during pregnancy. A lot of things have changed over the last several decades, apparently.

Pregnancy in the 1950's

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Anyone else think that “bump” looks a little lumpy and suspect?

Even though we are a few years past the whole be-careful-not-to-break-a-sweat-when-you’re-pregnant mentality, some of it obviously still lingers.

When I found out I was pregnant, I immediately dialed back my running. In fact, I had registered for the Wahsatch Steeplechase (which I hadn’t trained for…) and just skipped it completely after finding out I was pregnant. See, I’ve wanted to run this trail race for years, but after I crossed the finish line of the Ogden Marathon (in late May), I needed a serious break from running. So I took one.

Unfortunately, I had signed up for this beast several months earlier (it took place in late June):

Wahsatch Steeplechase

This race is seriously hardcore.
It gains 4,500 feet of elevation in the first 7 miles.
Someday I’m going to actually do it, but it will be when I want to do it.

Anyway, the day before the race I freaked out. I knew that a positive pregnancy test was the only plausible out, so I took one out of sheer desperation. I knew there was an option it would come back positive, but I didn’t feel any different and was genuinely expecting a negative result. Obviously the positive result was a complete shock. So much of a shock, in fact, that the only emotion I felt for a few days afterward was relief (at not having to run the Wahsatch Steeplechase).

Looking back to that day, I probably could have run it. I might have hated it (okay, let’s get real. I most definitely would have hated it… And there was a pretty high chance I would have come home with the Bloodiest Runner award at the end–yep, they give that out), but I probably could have run it without any harm to my little guy (who is kicking me quite ferociously at the moment).

Pregnancy Exercise

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Yesss. This is EXACTLY what I need for jogging in Seattle. Who doesn’t love a sexy maternity unitard? Oh wait…

Back in the day (think 80’s and even 90’s), doctors thought it was really unsafe for your heart rate to rise above 130 bpm during pregnancy. These days, we know there isn’t much truth to that. In fact, you don’t need to worry too much unless you start getting close to your maximum heart rate, which you usually can’t accomplish without an impressive amount of effort.

Exercise during pregnancy isn’t just okay to do, it’s healthy for you and your baby! According to WebMD: “Regular exercise during pregnancy can improve your posture and decrease some common discomforts such as backaches and fatigue. There is evidence that physical activity may prevent gestational diabetes (diabetes that develops during pregnancy), relieve stress, and build more stamina needed for labor and delivery.”

Health benefits aside, exercise makes me feel just a little hotter 🙂 Trust me, that goes a long way when the size of your belly is the most noticeable thing about you… It’s pretty emotionally tough to see your waistline quickly expanding and finding that your clothes don’t come anywhere close to fitting. Let’s not even talk about my arch-nemesis, the bathroom scale. But when I get out and sweat, I feel so much more attractive. I never realized how vain I am! Maybe it’s just me (though I suspect it’s not), but how I look is really important to me. And even though pregnancy has definitely forced me to alter my ideas of what is attractive, running gives me a little boost in the mornings. Shallow? Maybe. Worth it? Definitely.

Ps: If you’re pregnant and have never really been into exercising, you can start today! Seriously. I feel like I’ve heard all my life that you can maintain the intensity of your workouts after you get pregnant, but you certainly can’t start exercising if you haven’t already been doing it. FALSE! Unless your doctor gives you the thumbs down, you can start exercising for the first time when you are pregnant if you start out easy. Make sure to read this for more information if you’re thinking about exercising during pregnancy!

And on that note, I’m going to bed. And I have a doctor’s appointment in the morning! Am I the only one out there who absolutely adores these appointments? I’m just hoping this one doesn’t involve… an exam. You know what kind of exam I’m talking about. Eek.

23 Week Bumpdate

21 Oct
23 Weeks

23 Weeks

New this week: Nothing new this week, actually. A lot of kicking and punching (I think he’s attempting to get his black belt in utero). More heartburn (I’m almost out of Tums). Another emotional breakdown (I’m starting to feel really bad for Michael… he’s turning into quite the experienced counselor).

I feel like I’ve ballooned this week… Either I’ve gotten really fat really fast or little man is going through a huge growth spurt. He almost weighs a whole pound! I heard (on Grey’s Anatomy so I know it’s true) that babies can usually survive if they are born early at around 24 weeks. 1 lb. is the magic number. Not that I’m thinking I’ll deliver early, but I like to know that things will (probably) be okay if anything should go south.

Does that make me sound paranoid? I think it might be a symptom of pregnancy…