Still Here

I am still still alive and relatively well.  Just been so busy at work and preparing for little Holly's arrival that I haven't had 5 minutes to write or read any blogs.  I hope to catch up this weekend.

Health wise, everything is good, with the exception of a newly developed acid reflux from last night.  I haven't gained much weight and the doctor seems to be happy with my progress.

I do notice that I am much hungrier now than ever before.  If it doesn't move it is fair game.  Really hard for me to control my eating.  I am going to have to stock up on the fruits and veggie trays this weekend for mindless munching.  I can't go through another sleeve of Pringles like I did yesterday at work!

32 Week Appointment

By a miracle, I didn’t gain any weight this past month. The doctor was very happy and I was relieved. According to my scale at home, I had gained 3lbs over the weekend. I was perfectly maintaining weight all month, until this past weekend. I was sweating it out, but the doctor scale smiled upon me today. I didn’t even have to bribe the nurse!! LOL!


Today’s visit was just the usual measurements and listening to the heartbeat. She is perfect and beating at 146bpm. The doctor was very happy with that. We talked about my freak out episode last Wednesday and he laughed a bit. He agreed it was just paranoia.

TMI – She has been sitting on my bladder full time for the past 6 weeks. Feels like intense pressure on my vagina. It hurts when I walk, sit, stand, try to move in bed, lift my legs, put on my pants, socks, shoes, you name the activity and it hurts. Not a make me want to cry and take pills kind of pain, but a severe discomfort pain. I constantly feel like I have to pee, even when I don’t have to. So it is getting hard to determine when I really have to use the potty and when it is just my precious sitting on my bladder. I mentioned this to the doctor and he said the only relief for that is delivery. Oh Boy! Another 8 weeks of this! LOL!

The other important conversation we had was what to do if the baby doesn’t come by my due date. My biggest concern is not so much having the baby by the holidays but the lack of support I would have at home. My mom and sister are flying out from Miami specifically to help me those two weeks of Christmas. If I am a week late, I will only have the extra help for a few days. I am petrified of having this baby and being all by myself, without a support system. (Hubby will be home, but also working part time.) God forbid I have a c-section and have recovery issues and am by myself. I had to ask if he is willing to move things along if she hasn’t made an appearance by the due date? He said he is fine with my delivering the baby at 39 weeks or after, as long as my cervix looks good and is ready for delivery. So, new prayers are in order for a good ripe cervix at 39 - 40 weeks! Cheers!

Meltdown and The Patient Husand

Paranoia set in pretty hard this week for me.  Since Wednesday, I hadn't been feeling well.  No real symptoms, just feeling off.  I think it was just pure exhaustion.  I have been so dedicated to work, and not getting enough sleep.  (Still having those half night sleep sessions.)  I had noticed that I hadn't been feeling the baby move as much on Wednesday, at least not with the intense movements where I can see her kicks jump my belly.  I mentioned it to the hubby, but he brushed it off as my imagination.  I did spend most of the day sleeping and probably was too tired to notice anything.

That night, I woke up at 3am with full on set paranioa and was headed straight for a meltdown.  I was convinced she wasn't moving and something was wrong.  I got out of bed, walked around the house for 15 minutes, drank a glass of OJ, hopped around, did whatever I could think of to get her to move.  30 minutes later, nothing.  I panicked.  I went back to bed, in fits of tears and the hubby woke up.  The trooper that he is, got out of bed to help calm me down.  He has to be up in 2 hours to get ready for work.  He was so patient with me, even though he thought I overreacting.

We both read in one of our baby books that the babies respond to light in the womb, so he got up and found our heavy duty flashlight and started shinning it on the belly.  NOTHING.  Daniel poked and jiggled and squished my belly and nothing.  I was lying on my side, convinced that since I was sleeping on my back that I cut off her circulation, so doing anything to restore her oxygen supply.  Daniel got me a glass of ice water and I chugged it down.  Almost immediately, we started feeling some taps.  Nothing intense, but a few little movements to let me know she was okay.  It was the most stressful hour of my life.  Daniel said the next purchase this weekend was going to be one of those at home heartbeat dopplars.

Normal people would have called the doctor right away, but I wasn't sure if it was me being paraniod or not.  I couldn't remember for the life of me when I felt her last.  Damn that failing pregnancy brain and memories.  I can't remember anything.  Daniel was sure that he said I was feeling her move when we went to bed.  I didn't remember that conversation, but that doesn't mean it didn't take place!  So needless to say, I recommend recording or journaling movements as often as you can, so you have something to refer to.  I announce to the hubby whenever I feel movements and the time, so he can quote me back later.

The next day, Holly was back to her very active and intense kicking, hiccups and yabba dabba do time.  She has been that way all weekend.  We did go to BRU this weekend and bought the heart dopplar.  We couldn't really hear anything but a couple of beats and then swooshing.  The box said it would it be a very faint sound, and could only be picked up if the baby was in a good position. It also mentioned your body weight may have an affect on the readings as well.  So I wouldn't bother wasting the $25.  It was the cheapy Graco model.