So It's been a few weeks since the last post. Frankly there wasn't much to write about except for all of the bitching I would do about all the discomfort!
In a quick wrap up - Dr appointments every week, hips are sore, heartburn never ending, Bubba is on the LARGE side, my last day of work was the 19th, more hip pain and heartburn, lots of intense kicks and punches, cramping and pressure everyday, peeing every few hours especially in the middle of the night.
Thats what you've been missing! All good things though really.
We are about to hit some milestones that I've been dreading a bit. Yesterday's dr appointment was my "37 week" appt. Im 38 weeks tomorrow. My 37 week appointment with Henry was the same scenerio 37 weeks 5 days. That appointment was the last time we heard Henry's heartbeat. So at the appointment yesterday, I had my usual non-stress test. Bubba was NOT cooperating. He was moving like a banchee, kicking the monitor off whack and so the reading after the standard 20 minutes was not consistent. I stayed on for about another 20 minutes, and I didn't see a difference in the heart rate pattern, but the Dr said it was better and that everything was fine. Obviously something like that left me a bit uneasy - even more so because of the significance of the appointment date. I know they would not have let me go or said it was fine if it wasn't...they take good care of us there.
Saturday, tomorrow, is another day significant day to get through. We found out about Henry at my appointment at 38 weeks 5 days. They think he died several days before then. Looking back, I think he died the Saturday night before- the day I turned 38 weeks. That day this time is tomorrow. I have an awesome day filled with lovely distractions, lunch mani pedi day with my mom sisters and girls, but it still might be tough.
The amount of pressure I have and the cramping leads meto believe (probably ignorantly and incorrectly) that Bubba is getting really ready to come out. Lets hope so. He's good and strong in there, he's full term, we are so close and completely ready for him to be here. I would LOVE for him to come on his own and I would LOVE it even more if he would come out before next Thursday. That appointment is one of dread and anxiety, things I have been lucky to escape thus far in my pregnancy knowing they would creep up at some point.
We can get through it. I will survive the next few weeks no matter how trying. I will also survive the heartburn and mountains of Tums I go through daily and the pain in my hips, back, and heart.
But really Bubba, be good to Mommy. If you aren't ready to come out, make sure that you let Mommy know you are ok in there by giving her a good kick in the ribs or something. You have permission.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
NST Follow Up
Just a follow upon yesterday's NST- everything went well. I'll have one every week just to be super cautious, which I appreciate. His heart rate was great and he's been flipping around in there side to side nice and healthy.
The doctor said something today that I knew but I hadn't heard anyone say yet. She said that "we missed Henry being tiny". Henry was born 4lb 8 oz and 39 weeks. I had attributed it to atrophy because I thought it had probably been a few days in between an accident happening and us finding out. That part still might be true, but to think that 2-3 pounds atrophied is just not realistic. Henry was tiny. Now that I know what it feels like to carry a healthy baby boy in my belly I understand why I feel like such crap. Every feeling, every kick, every little thing (except for this nasty heartburn) is different this pregnancy. I have been telling myself that different is a good thing. And it really is.
But now I realize why last time I thought I was small, and why I could run up the stairs with little trouble, and why I didn't getup to pee in the middle of the night very much. I look back at this post and laugh at the very last sentence "...I dont think it could get bigger." Ha! Well, in my defense, I had no idea! And 1 day away from 35 weeks I really do believe that I couldn't get any bigger. But I now know better as Bubba is probably going to gain 2-3 pounds before he comes into this world and he is already close to 5 1/2 lbs. Oh it's going to get bigger all right. And, I'm sorry Phil, but I'm only going to get more uncomfortable! But he will be here soon. And I am so ready to meet him. More ready for this than anything else in my life.
The doctor said something today that I knew but I hadn't heard anyone say yet. She said that "we missed Henry being tiny". Henry was born 4lb 8 oz and 39 weeks. I had attributed it to atrophy because I thought it had probably been a few days in between an accident happening and us finding out. That part still might be true, but to think that 2-3 pounds atrophied is just not realistic. Henry was tiny. Now that I know what it feels like to carry a healthy baby boy in my belly I understand why I feel like such crap. Every feeling, every kick, every little thing (except for this nasty heartburn) is different this pregnancy. I have been telling myself that different is a good thing. And it really is.
But now I realize why last time I thought I was small, and why I could run up the stairs with little trouble, and why I didn't getup to pee in the middle of the night very much. I look back at this post and laugh at the very last sentence "...I dont think it could get bigger." Ha! Well, in my defense, I had no idea! And 1 day away from 35 weeks I really do believe that I couldn't get any bigger. But I now know better as Bubba is probably going to gain 2-3 pounds before he comes into this world and he is already close to 5 1/2 lbs. Oh it's going to get bigger all right. And, I'm sorry Phil, but I'm only going to get more uncomfortable! But he will be here soon. And I am so ready to meet him. More ready for this than anything else in my life.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Bubba's NST
I think the people who have the power to do such things should seriously consider re-naming the "Non-Stress Test". I found out today that I am having one tomorrow at my routine OB appointment and I've been stressed ever since! I think I'm worried about it because I didn't have time to mentally prepare. I need to have a talk with Bubba to make sure he does what he is supposed to do so that no one has any reason to worry.
He has been pretty entertaining this week though. He's had the hiccups a few times which I enjoy for some weird reason. I think I like it when he has them because they don't hurt me like his punches and kicks but I'm still reminded that he's in there and doing ok.
Every night when I go to lay down on my aching left side, he gets comfy and starts to punch. Without fail, as soon as I start to breathe calmly as I'm going to sleep, he takes his opportunity to get rowdy! I don't mind. I do mind when he does it so much in the middle of the night that it wakes me up and I can't go back to sleep.
I'm starting to feel the anxiety that I knew would come. I'm now 34 1/2 weeks and the end is near. I'm getting anxious about him getting here. The entirety of this pregnancy I've been pretty good with handling all of the emotions that come and go because of what happened to Henry. But I knew that everything might change the closer we got to Bubba's due date. I'm not worried that the same thing will happen to Bubba. I'm actually not worried about that at all. I know he is doing well in there. Part of my anxiety comes from being pregnant for so flipping long. All in all it will be 20 months straight with a short 2 month break and I'm ready to finally have my baby boy in my arms. And my body is definitely ready to find normalcy again. Part of it also comes because I worry about what it will be like when he does get here. Will I fall apart when I realize what I lost when Henry died? I will finally know what it is like to have a baby, my baby, to take care of. Will that remind me of what it should have been like last spring? It's all so unclear. Impossible to predict. I don't know how to prepare for all that is to come if I don't know whats coming. I know we'll get through it and Bubba will be here, healthy and probably ornery, soon.
There's a full moon on February 28. It's a Sunday. I'll be 38 weeks. Lets all pray he decides to come then! And pray the NST tomorrow goes well so I can go back to non-stress-ing.
He has been pretty entertaining this week though. He's had the hiccups a few times which I enjoy for some weird reason. I think I like it when he has them because they don't hurt me like his punches and kicks but I'm still reminded that he's in there and doing ok.
Every night when I go to lay down on my aching left side, he gets comfy and starts to punch. Without fail, as soon as I start to breathe calmly as I'm going to sleep, he takes his opportunity to get rowdy! I don't mind. I do mind when he does it so much in the middle of the night that it wakes me up and I can't go back to sleep.
I'm starting to feel the anxiety that I knew would come. I'm now 34 1/2 weeks and the end is near. I'm getting anxious about him getting here. The entirety of this pregnancy I've been pretty good with handling all of the emotions that come and go because of what happened to Henry. But I knew that everything might change the closer we got to Bubba's due date. I'm not worried that the same thing will happen to Bubba. I'm actually not worried about that at all. I know he is doing well in there. Part of my anxiety comes from being pregnant for so flipping long. All in all it will be 20 months straight with a short 2 month break and I'm ready to finally have my baby boy in my arms. And my body is definitely ready to find normalcy again. Part of it also comes because I worry about what it will be like when he does get here. Will I fall apart when I realize what I lost when Henry died? I will finally know what it is like to have a baby, my baby, to take care of. Will that remind me of what it should have been like last spring? It's all so unclear. Impossible to predict. I don't know how to prepare for all that is to come if I don't know whats coming. I know we'll get through it and Bubba will be here, healthy and probably ornery, soon.
There's a full moon on February 28. It's a Sunday. I'll be 38 weeks. Lets all pray he decides to come then! And pray the NST tomorrow goes well so I can go back to non-stress-ing.
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