Everytime I talk to my grandma and I complain about feeling fat or gross or something she says, "There is nothing more beautiful than a pregnant woman." Prior to being pregnant AND working on the postpartum/antepartum floor, I may have agreed with her.
However, now that I am pregnant and just chugging along, I've decided that feeling beautiful has not been in my vocabulary for quite some time... approximately 5 months. Here are some reasons why.... (CAUTION: I am about to be VERY blunt. Continue at your own risk.)
~ I have felt bloated since the day there were two lines on that stick. I was of course fighting a UTI like no other but even after that was treated, the bloating never ceased. Constant bloat. Constant chubby feeling.
~I have the face of a 16 year old hormonal boy. I remember the guys in high school how their faces were all oily and pimpley. That is me some weeks. Gross. I mean, I'm (sadly) almost 30 years old, do I really need to still be getting zits????? I don't remember my parents EVER having zits when they were this old... not that my memory was a steal trap back then, but you get what I'm saying.
~CANKLES!!!! AHHHHHH. My ankles have been swelling since 18 weeks of pregnancy. They've been swelling for 8 weeks now. So nasty. Some days I look like my little old ladies I used to take care of on the Med-Surg floor at St. James that had congestive heart failure. I asked my doc the other day what my BP was bc my ankles are always swollen. It was perfect. She said, "You think that's bad? Wait until you have a fat face and a fat ass then you are going to really feel pretty." Thanks Dr. D for setting things straight :) You make me excited for the next 14 weeks.
~Rectal pressure is not my friend. (Skip this part if butts and poop gross you out.) I've always had issues with my digestive tract. Always. Lately, as in the last 5 weeks or so, I have had a lot of rectal pressure after going number 2. I bought hemrrhoid pads for this problem. Do I think I have hemrrhoids? Not so much but I am willing to try whatever bc it gets to the point where I feel like I am walking funny. It's weird bc as far as I know, I am not carrying my fetus in my rectum. It is placed as it should be in my uterus. HOWEVER, rectal pressure continues on. A few days ago, I swear when the baby kicked (baby is breech right now) I swear the foot was going to come out of my rectum. He/she was doing a wonderful dance and going to town just stomping on my rectum. I was totally creeped out. I felt better when I received a text from one of my best friends saying she is having the same problem right now :) I keep the hemrrhoid pads close though. They are kind of my security blanket.
~Peeing of the pants is not so cool at 28. I think I pee my pants everyday. Sometimes it's not even associated with a sneeze. I just pee a little. Gross right?? I've decided to always keep an extra pair of underpants in my purse, book bag at work, glove compartment, lunch bag, make up bag, my pocket, wherever bc peeing your pants is just not as cool anymore. It's just gross. I mean, gross.
~Fatness is consuming me. I'm getting over the weight battle. I've gained 23 pounds so far. Oh joy. I'm tired of worrying about the weight gain. Whatever. However, my upper arms and thighs are getting so chubby. So nasty. Even though it is my third biggest fear, I have been forcing myself to look in the mirror naked lately. I'm hoping this helps me make better food choices bc stepping on the scale isn't really working....
But there are the good things about pregnancy....
I will have to touch on those for my next post. I have to get ready to go to the baby factory which sometimes reminds me of a torture chamber.
Happy Day Friends.
P.S. I love my baby and I love having him/her inside of me. I just don't understand all of the extra stuff that comes along with it.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
It's Bridge Time
Everyone in Charleston is very familiar with the Ravenell Bridge. It was just finished being built in 2005 when I moved here. It's the longest bridge on the East coast... It crosses the mouths of two rivers as they merge together and flow into the Charleston Harbor. There is a walking path on one side of the bridge for pedestrians and cyclists. It connects downtown Charleston with Mouth Pleasant. I think it's funny bc it kind of connects the ghetto of Charleston with the "rich,snooty" suburb of Mt Pleasant.The bridge rocks. Walking the bridge is so relaxing and calming. I used to walk it frequently when I lived in Mt Pleasant bc it was only a couple of miles away and a 10 minute drive. Now that I live on Daniel Island and in the boonies, it's a 15 mile-ish drive and a 20 minute drive. Since everything is pretty much separated by water here, there aren't that many short cuts to get places. It's pretty but annoying at times.
So this picture above shows about 3/4 of the bridge on the walking path side. It's a steep hike on one side and slow incline on the other. It's awesome. However, once you are up there, there are no shortcuts to getting down. So if you have a bathroom emergency, game over :) Being pregnant and walking this with the baby bouncing up and down on the bladder is funny. I feel like I have to pee for over half of the walk... in all reality there is barely in pee in their, the baby is just going nuts on the bladder.
Here is Bambino on the first landing of the bridge walk. I took these on a Monday at like 1 pm so there weren't that many people up there... only tourists and college kids. I only took these when I was by myself and felt like no one was watching me :) I didn't want to look like a loser. But I want Bambino to know the places he/she went while in the womb. You know, when I'd walk the bridge in my normal body, people honk their car horns at you... either at your front, or you back. Now that I am pregnant, no one honks. I take that back, I've had a few honks from the back when they couldn't tell I was preggo. But not from the front. It's hilarious. Everyone says pregnant women are so beautiful but not beautiful or sexy enough for a honk on the bridge. Totally cracks me up.
I love listening to my Ipod and walking the bridge. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a music video and I sing along with the music.... really loudly. I forget that I am not invisible. It's always embarrassing when I don't know people are behind me getting ready to pass me when I am singing in my own little world. At times like that I was say to myself, "It's so windy up here, they couldn't hear me anyway." :) Yeah, right. If I REALLY enjoy the song, I will even break into a dance move or two. It looks good :)
I can't wait to actually take the baby in his/her stroller and walk the bridge. I just love it so much. It's great exercise and a great way to clear your mind. Come visit and walk the bridge with me! You'll wish you had one too! (Unless you are from Charleston and reading this. In that case, call me and walk with me.)
Saturday, October 16, 2010
The creatures at the mall
I wish I could take pictures of people at the mall and put them in my "creepy people" folder/memory book in life. No one really just takes pictures at the mall so I would feel odd, and rude, pulling out my Nikon and going snapshot crazy. However, there are priceless people lurking in allll corners of the mall.
These were some of my favorites today...
~Drunk guy -- 50 something yr old man wearing a tucked in old guy type of T-shirt, belt, dirty Levi jeans, and chunky-clunky boots with the big fat tongue sticking up over the bottom of the jeans. His love interest was approximately the same age wearing khaki shorts that could have doubled as underpants for her, a skin tight shirt and matching boots. Drunk guy's eyes were so glassed over and drugged up looking. They were quite the pair as she dragged him to the contact solution section when he preferred to walk towards the children's clothing section. So creepy...
~Kid on the leash - I love love LOVE the kids on the leash. Alot of them remind of caged animals that finally have a bit of room to run. They are almost always pulling their parents behind them. I love the leash idea however Alex said we will never put our children on a leash like an animal. We don't even do that to our cat. So this little kid was so cute. He was a little Hispanic child that to me would have appeared like 5 yrs old but was probably closer to 2. He had a little bowl cut. He wasn't speaking English but I don't know if he was speaking Spanish either. His mom and dad were in their own deep conversation about something in Spanish he was wearing his leash/furry backpack thing pulling them forward bc he needed to get somewhere else fast. He was in the shoe section of Sears but needed out. So funny. I feel like he was going so nuts his head was literally spinning all of the way around on top of his shoulders. I found a place to sit down and watch for a few minutes. Funny.
~Rude people that own the walkways - I try to be polite to everyone I see. Being pregnant, I find that its a bit harder to perform this task bc I am realizing just how rude people are. When walking in the mall, it's common courtesy to share the walkway. I went to Sears to look at cheap running/workout/work shoes. It was the closest store to the deli I had eaten at so I went in their first. I don't normally shop there, not bc it's bad, but bc our Sears smells. I can't buy things from a location that smells... especially clothes. Since this was pretty much my first time being in there for more than 5 minutes, I really noticed the clientel (sp?). I don't think it's the store that smells, I think the people that shop their do not shower... I'm being completely serious. And they trash the store. However, not only do the customers in this store smell, but they are RUDE. I got out of MULTIPLE people's ways and no one ever said excuse me, or smiled, or said thank you. HOW RUDE. This went on the entire time I was in this store. Had their not been such a good deal on New Balance shoes, I would have hit the road. There were multiple teenage kids that basically walked by and kicked my shoe boxes as I was trying on shoes. A middle aged woman GLARED at me for walking on HER side of the aisle. I even got out of her way so she could pass by me. Maybe she wanted a red carpet thrown down ahead of her. I have decided not to go back to that store... or to avoid the mall on Saturdays which I think was part of the problem.
There were so many other people but my mind is drawing a blank right this second. There are weird creatures everywhere but I feel like the mall is a common meeting place for people of all degrees of creepy, crazy, or normal.
Happy Shopping :)
These were some of my favorites today...
~Drunk guy -- 50 something yr old man wearing a tucked in old guy type of T-shirt, belt, dirty Levi jeans, and chunky-clunky boots with the big fat tongue sticking up over the bottom of the jeans. His love interest was approximately the same age wearing khaki shorts that could have doubled as underpants for her, a skin tight shirt and matching boots. Drunk guy's eyes were so glassed over and drugged up looking. They were quite the pair as she dragged him to the contact solution section when he preferred to walk towards the children's clothing section. So creepy...
~Kid on the leash - I love love LOVE the kids on the leash. Alot of them remind of caged animals that finally have a bit of room to run. They are almost always pulling their parents behind them. I love the leash idea however Alex said we will never put our children on a leash like an animal. We don't even do that to our cat. So this little kid was so cute. He was a little Hispanic child that to me would have appeared like 5 yrs old but was probably closer to 2. He had a little bowl cut. He wasn't speaking English but I don't know if he was speaking Spanish either. His mom and dad were in their own deep conversation about something in Spanish he was wearing his leash/furry backpack thing pulling them forward bc he needed to get somewhere else fast. He was in the shoe section of Sears but needed out. So funny. I feel like he was going so nuts his head was literally spinning all of the way around on top of his shoulders. I found a place to sit down and watch for a few minutes. Funny.
~Rude people that own the walkways - I try to be polite to everyone I see. Being pregnant, I find that its a bit harder to perform this task bc I am realizing just how rude people are. When walking in the mall, it's common courtesy to share the walkway. I went to Sears to look at cheap running/workout/work shoes. It was the closest store to the deli I had eaten at so I went in their first. I don't normally shop there, not bc it's bad, but bc our Sears smells. I can't buy things from a location that smells... especially clothes. Since this was pretty much my first time being in there for more than 5 minutes, I really noticed the clientel (sp?). I don't think it's the store that smells, I think the people that shop their do not shower... I'm being completely serious. And they trash the store. However, not only do the customers in this store smell, but they are RUDE. I got out of MULTIPLE people's ways and no one ever said excuse me, or smiled, or said thank you. HOW RUDE. This went on the entire time I was in this store. Had their not been such a good deal on New Balance shoes, I would have hit the road. There were multiple teenage kids that basically walked by and kicked my shoe boxes as I was trying on shoes. A middle aged woman GLARED at me for walking on HER side of the aisle. I even got out of her way so she could pass by me. Maybe she wanted a red carpet thrown down ahead of her. I have decided not to go back to that store... or to avoid the mall on Saturdays which I think was part of the problem.
There were so many other people but my mind is drawing a blank right this second. There are weird creatures everywhere but I feel like the mall is a common meeting place for people of all degrees of creepy, crazy, or normal.
Happy Shopping :)
Friday, October 15, 2010
I can't believe we are working on a nursery...
My dad and my baby daddy putting together the crib :) It's so crazy to think we are at the point in life where we need to think about someone other than ourselves...and our cat.
The finished product... without the mattress, obviously...
My newest favorite purchase. Totally something I'd have my newborn wear :)
Aunt Meem gave Alex this picture/calender last year for Christmas for him to put beside his bed. I think this is the perfect thing for Bambino to have hanging in the nursery :)
Our two paint colors... we'll see if they are dark enough. No need to spend tons of money on pain and such when we are only renting and we won't be living here for forever.
Bambino's closet... Contrary to most people's belief we really haven't bought any of this stuff. Love the little box thing... This closet is super small.
Here is the baby's bedding. Max loves it :) He keeps playing in the bumper thing. He thinks it's his.
I do love it :) I'm glad we went with this crib. Originally we were going to go with a black crib but all of the ones we liked had horrible ratings... as in like "F" ratings. This beaut has an "A-" rating. We were good with that.
I will post most pictures as the room progresses! We are loving getting ready for this baby.
9 pounds and a cold...
Rough week on the health front for me...
Went to the doc for my 22 week appointment. I about had a stroke when I stepped onto the scale. I saw a number that I had never seen before on the scale... even at my fattest of fat. Geesh. I gained 9 pounds in 4 weeks. Needless to say, the ENTIRE office knew I was mad about it and knew I was going on a diet. :) Yeah, yeah, I'm pregnant. Yeah, I am supposed to gain weight. However, to go from gaining 8 pounds over 18 weeks to gain 9 more pounds in just 4 weeks is a bit ridonkulous. So in my head, as I waited the 40 minutes it took for the midwife to get done with hospital rounds and see me, I decided to go over all of my meals in the last 4 weeks.
Since my last weigh in I have... (no worries, I'm not going to name the meals, just the circumstances)...
-Been to Illinois for almost a week. Now, Illinois has all of my favorite foods. The fattest I have ever been (until now) was when I was living in Illinois. I ate my feelings back in the day. So, when I am back on my old stompin' ground, all of my favorites seem to find their way into my belly. I also had cake and cookies GALORE while I was there for Jennifer's wedding festivities.
-I threw a bridal shower for Alysia and Lee. Since no one wanted to take the rest of their food home, they left it at my house. I had enough chips and sweets to last me a lifetime. For the entire week after the shower all I did was graze around the kitchen.
-Alex and I threw a chili party. I ate for an entire day. This event was held less than 48 hours prior to my weigh in. I have the slowest digestive system known to man so I know that I was still holding 85% of that food in small and large intestines :) (You are so glad you are reading this...)
-I worked all night prior to my doctor's appt. I drink this 2 liter bottle thing and that particular night I had 3 of these bottles. I was a bit swollen and I am hoping some of that weight was "water" weight.
Oh, weight gain, how I loathe you.... None of those are excuses. Trust me. Alex is ready for me to never bring up weight gain again. Poor young chap is so tired of hearing me say I'm fat. My midwife didn't lecture me. She just pointed out that she saw how much I had gained but once she looked at my trend of weight gain, she said it was ok. Ok my butt.... We are changing things this week :) (As I nibble on the last piece of cake in the house from the party last weekend.) I'm buying a scale now so that I don't have to deal with going into a states of depression once every four weeks. I don't think Alex can handle it.
I also have a cold. I was feeling a bit crappy on Monday but ignored it. Got my flu shot on Tuesday. By Wednesday I felt like a dump truck had hit me. I went to work Thursday only to have the two girls I worked with that night spend the first three hours of the shift trying to get me to leave. I totally felt the love. They'd call people to come in for me when I'd be out of the nursery checking on some of my babies. It's funny, bc when I wasn't pregnant and felt and acted the same way, no one cared. Now that I am knocked up, they send me home every chance they get. Good thing I go part time as of Sunday! :)
So now I am doped up on Tylenol cold and flu. I'm going into work tonight bc I can't leave them hanging. I think it'll be fine. Besides, after tonight I have an entire week off! HOLLA!!
Hope you are all doing fabulous :)
Bambino is kicking away... best feeling in the world :)
Went to the doc for my 22 week appointment. I about had a stroke when I stepped onto the scale. I saw a number that I had never seen before on the scale... even at my fattest of fat. Geesh. I gained 9 pounds in 4 weeks. Needless to say, the ENTIRE office knew I was mad about it and knew I was going on a diet. :) Yeah, yeah, I'm pregnant. Yeah, I am supposed to gain weight. However, to go from gaining 8 pounds over 18 weeks to gain 9 more pounds in just 4 weeks is a bit ridonkulous. So in my head, as I waited the 40 minutes it took for the midwife to get done with hospital rounds and see me, I decided to go over all of my meals in the last 4 weeks.
Since my last weigh in I have... (no worries, I'm not going to name the meals, just the circumstances)...
-Been to Illinois for almost a week. Now, Illinois has all of my favorite foods. The fattest I have ever been (until now) was when I was living in Illinois. I ate my feelings back in the day. So, when I am back on my old stompin' ground, all of my favorites seem to find their way into my belly. I also had cake and cookies GALORE while I was there for Jennifer's wedding festivities.
-I threw a bridal shower for Alysia and Lee. Since no one wanted to take the rest of their food home, they left it at my house. I had enough chips and sweets to last me a lifetime. For the entire week after the shower all I did was graze around the kitchen.
-Alex and I threw a chili party. I ate for an entire day. This event was held less than 48 hours prior to my weigh in. I have the slowest digestive system known to man so I know that I was still holding 85% of that food in small and large intestines :) (You are so glad you are reading this...)
-I worked all night prior to my doctor's appt. I drink this 2 liter bottle thing and that particular night I had 3 of these bottles. I was a bit swollen and I am hoping some of that weight was "water" weight.
Oh, weight gain, how I loathe you.... None of those are excuses. Trust me. Alex is ready for me to never bring up weight gain again. Poor young chap is so tired of hearing me say I'm fat. My midwife didn't lecture me. She just pointed out that she saw how much I had gained but once she looked at my trend of weight gain, she said it was ok. Ok my butt.... We are changing things this week :) (As I nibble on the last piece of cake in the house from the party last weekend.) I'm buying a scale now so that I don't have to deal with going into a states of depression once every four weeks. I don't think Alex can handle it.
I also have a cold. I was feeling a bit crappy on Monday but ignored it. Got my flu shot on Tuesday. By Wednesday I felt like a dump truck had hit me. I went to work Thursday only to have the two girls I worked with that night spend the first three hours of the shift trying to get me to leave. I totally felt the love. They'd call people to come in for me when I'd be out of the nursery checking on some of my babies. It's funny, bc when I wasn't pregnant and felt and acted the same way, no one cared. Now that I am knocked up, they send me home every chance they get. Good thing I go part time as of Sunday! :)
So now I am doped up on Tylenol cold and flu. I'm going into work tonight bc I can't leave them hanging. I think it'll be fine. Besides, after tonight I have an entire week off! HOLLA!!
Hope you are all doing fabulous :)
Bambino is kicking away... best feeling in the world :)
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Kicks McGee
The feel of a kick from your baby is one of the coolest yet creepiest things ever... in my opinion.
I felt the first kick on September 7th, I was 17 wks 1 day preggo. Alex and I were "sleeping"... of course I wasn't bc it was like 6:30 am and that's just not something my body likes to do. I was laying there and I felt this little "pop" or "push" from the inside. I knew it wasn't gas. My gas doesn't like that :) It was awesome... and freaked me out a bit. I put my hand down on the part of my growing belly to the spot where I had felt the kick. I felt like a flutter under my skin. So I woke up sleeping beauty next to me and told him. I was expecting a party bc this was a HUGE deal. Instead he rolled over and said, "Well, that just means you can feel it and I can't, right?" I say, "yeah." He rolls back over and goes back to sleep. End of story. No party.
After weeks of trying to make the soon to be daddy sit still enough to feel the baby kick, we finally were able to get the two in sync together. Alex felt the baby move on September 28th. Again, while lying in bed, I put his hand on my belly and he finally felt the kick, movement, head butt, whatever. He was like, "It knows it's dad!" His reaction was so cute :)
That was also the night I had my first real contraction. WOWZAs! I was 20 wks and 1 day preggo. My entire uterus cramped up (in a painful way) and the pain reached all of the way around into my back. It was hard as a rock. It last about 2 minutes. I was in complete panic mode for a few minutes. It hasn't happened since. So crazy. I was amazed at how hard my uterus got! I have been feeling it in patients for years but it's so different when you're the patient.
An update on cramping.... it's intermittent and few and far between. I think I am just going to cramp. As long as I am high, tight, thick, and closed, I'm fine with it. :) I'm just living my life like normal now and will pray not to go out on bedrest :)
Happy Thursday, Lovies. My next post might include a note about hemrrhoid pads :) Get pumped.
I felt the first kick on September 7th, I was 17 wks 1 day preggo. Alex and I were "sleeping"... of course I wasn't bc it was like 6:30 am and that's just not something my body likes to do. I was laying there and I felt this little "pop" or "push" from the inside. I knew it wasn't gas. My gas doesn't like that :) It was awesome... and freaked me out a bit. I put my hand down on the part of my growing belly to the spot where I had felt the kick. I felt like a flutter under my skin. So I woke up sleeping beauty next to me and told him. I was expecting a party bc this was a HUGE deal. Instead he rolled over and said, "Well, that just means you can feel it and I can't, right?" I say, "yeah." He rolls back over and goes back to sleep. End of story. No party.
After weeks of trying to make the soon to be daddy sit still enough to feel the baby kick, we finally were able to get the two in sync together. Alex felt the baby move on September 28th. Again, while lying in bed, I put his hand on my belly and he finally felt the kick, movement, head butt, whatever. He was like, "It knows it's dad!" His reaction was so cute :)
That was also the night I had my first real contraction. WOWZAs! I was 20 wks and 1 day preggo. My entire uterus cramped up (in a painful way) and the pain reached all of the way around into my back. It was hard as a rock. It last about 2 minutes. I was in complete panic mode for a few minutes. It hasn't happened since. So crazy. I was amazed at how hard my uterus got! I have been feeling it in patients for years but it's so different when you're the patient.
An update on cramping.... it's intermittent and few and far between. I think I am just going to cramp. As long as I am high, tight, thick, and closed, I'm fine with it. :) I'm just living my life like normal now and will pray not to go out on bedrest :)
Happy Thursday, Lovies. My next post might include a note about hemrrhoid pads :) Get pumped.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Cramping,oh cramping...
So apparently I am averaging a month between posts.... Sorry... I actually have no idea if anyone even reads this. I will be better. I promise. Onward and upward.
I am cramping. Again. Ugh...
You know, I always just think I am being dramatic or making it up so I just let it go when things like this happen. For example, right after I got preggo, BEFORE knowing I was preggo, I had a UTI. I tried to treat it on my own with over the counter remedies. I feel certain I am a doctor in my own mind. I dealt with the UTI for two weeks!!! After realizing I was pregnant, I knew I had to get it treated. When I finally went to the doctor, he said I was fine. I had drank 6 liters of fluid over a 12 hour period... of course my urine is going to be completely clear and he said I didn't need any meds. I begged for him to give me some sort of antibiotic (I felt like a druggie begging for narcotics.) So, he prescribed me one. Two days later my OB called to say my urine culture was back and was in fact positive. I was like, "Told you so."
So I am worried that is what's going to happen if I go to to the doctor for my cramping. It started on with me feeling really crappy on Saturday night which I told myself was just from exhaustion. I had worked Thurs and Fri and threw a party for friends on Sat. Very little sleep was had. After sleeping off and on all night on Saturday and after 14 hours in the bed, I got up at noon and ran errands on Sunday. The "menstrual cramps" started within 30 minutes of me getting up and being active. Of course I can diagnose myself, so I called my best friend and asked her if she had them while pregnant. No. I called my other best friend who was working on the OB floor at the time and asked if this is normal. No. Both stated I should call the doctor. Do I call? No. I go shopping.
After two hours of shopping, on and off "menstrual" cramping, and back pain, I end up at Babies R Us. A sales person takes one look at me and says, "Are you ok? You don't look well." I say, "Thank you" and smile. At that point, I decide it's time to leave and go on bedrest for the remainder of the day. After three hours of time on the couch, I wanted to poke my eyeballs out. But I was continuing to cramp off and on. By cramping, I don't mean pain. There was no pain. Just discomfort. I really felt like my time of the month was in full swing. My back hurt, my cramping hurt, and there was no comfortable position. On top of all of this, my uterus was starting to tighten intermittently. There was no pattern to any of this at all either. Ugh...
The hubster was on his way from Marine Corps weekend most likely excited to see my face and have me be jump all over him. Instead, he got greeted with a phone call while driving that told him I was cramping. The next phone call he received was me telling him I had talked to the doctor on call. Poor guy. He was so worried. He didn't even want me walking up and down the stairs. :) Such a good hubby. (I did walk the stairs however. He can't lift this moose right now.)
After talking to a family friend, she said call the doc. I was shaking so bad. And my voice was cracking from nerves. I felt like I was calling about a patient at work. I seriously get myself so worked up that I can't function. :) She was very nice and called me back. She told me to take a hot shower and tylenol and call her back if it didn't go away. So I listened and obeyed.
I never called her back. I have had some cramping still but it's not terrible I have been on bedrest for 27 hours now (I had to take a break from it here and there.) It's time to get ready for work. We'll see what happens tonight. I will at least be in a safe place... they deliver babies where I work, ya know? :)
I will keep you up to date. I promise to write again within the next month :)
Happy Monday...
Hi Ho Hi Ho It's off to work I go....
I am cramping. Again. Ugh...
You know, I always just think I am being dramatic or making it up so I just let it go when things like this happen. For example, right after I got preggo, BEFORE knowing I was preggo, I had a UTI. I tried to treat it on my own with over the counter remedies. I feel certain I am a doctor in my own mind. I dealt with the UTI for two weeks!!! After realizing I was pregnant, I knew I had to get it treated. When I finally went to the doctor, he said I was fine. I had drank 6 liters of fluid over a 12 hour period... of course my urine is going to be completely clear and he said I didn't need any meds. I begged for him to give me some sort of antibiotic (I felt like a druggie begging for narcotics.) So, he prescribed me one. Two days later my OB called to say my urine culture was back and was in fact positive. I was like, "Told you so."
So I am worried that is what's going to happen if I go to to the doctor for my cramping. It started on with me feeling really crappy on Saturday night which I told myself was just from exhaustion. I had worked Thurs and Fri and threw a party for friends on Sat. Very little sleep was had. After sleeping off and on all night on Saturday and after 14 hours in the bed, I got up at noon and ran errands on Sunday. The "menstrual cramps" started within 30 minutes of me getting up and being active. Of course I can diagnose myself, so I called my best friend and asked her if she had them while pregnant. No. I called my other best friend who was working on the OB floor at the time and asked if this is normal. No. Both stated I should call the doctor. Do I call? No. I go shopping.
After two hours of shopping, on and off "menstrual" cramping, and back pain, I end up at Babies R Us. A sales person takes one look at me and says, "Are you ok? You don't look well." I say, "Thank you" and smile. At that point, I decide it's time to leave and go on bedrest for the remainder of the day. After three hours of time on the couch, I wanted to poke my eyeballs out. But I was continuing to cramp off and on. By cramping, I don't mean pain. There was no pain. Just discomfort. I really felt like my time of the month was in full swing. My back hurt, my cramping hurt, and there was no comfortable position. On top of all of this, my uterus was starting to tighten intermittently. There was no pattern to any of this at all either. Ugh...
The hubster was on his way from Marine Corps weekend most likely excited to see my face and have me be jump all over him. Instead, he got greeted with a phone call while driving that told him I was cramping. The next phone call he received was me telling him I had talked to the doctor on call. Poor guy. He was so worried. He didn't even want me walking up and down the stairs. :) Such a good hubby. (I did walk the stairs however. He can't lift this moose right now.)
After talking to a family friend, she said call the doc. I was shaking so bad. And my voice was cracking from nerves. I felt like I was calling about a patient at work. I seriously get myself so worked up that I can't function. :) She was very nice and called me back. She told me to take a hot shower and tylenol and call her back if it didn't go away. So I listened and obeyed.
I never called her back. I have had some cramping still but it's not terrible I have been on bedrest for 27 hours now (I had to take a break from it here and there.) It's time to get ready for work. We'll see what happens tonight. I will at least be in a safe place... they deliver babies where I work, ya know? :)
I will keep you up to date. I promise to write again within the next month :)
Happy Monday...
Hi Ho Hi Ho It's off to work I go....
Saturday, September 4, 2010
It's only going to get bigger...
So I have to come realize that people have no filter... and they are nosy. When it comes to pregnancy, as I have said before, and I will say again, everyone knows everything about being pregnant. Here are a few examples...
Most recently...
Situation #1
Tonight I went out to eat with two fab girls and I work leggings and a figure hugging T-shirt...trying to embrace the preggo look. I did notice as I left the comfort of my own home in an outfit that was figure hugging that my bump looked much larger than the day before but what are you going to do about it? I go to dinner. My work bf rubs my tummy and is soooo excited about it. I eat my food...not an obscene amount, shop at Old Navy a bit, then decide to take ice cream home to the hubs. I go to Brewsters. For this of you who do not know this, it's an outside ice cream place with a high counter so most of my body is not visible while speaking to the 17 year old ice cream delivery girl. As she hands me my ordered ice cream, she states, "This will make the baby go crazy tonight." I laugh politely. She asks, "When are you due?" I tell her. She then procedes to tell me that my stomach is very big and I look 7 months pregnant. My initial reaction was to tell her that I didn't want the ice cream anymore instead I want to go home and slit my wrists. Thank you for the self esteem boost, hoochie. But, trying to be nice, I put $1 in the tip jar, grabbed my 150 grams of fat from her and told her, "well, I'm almost halfway there. It's going to get bigger before it gets smaller. Have a good night." I get home and tell the hubs the story. He starts googling Brewsters on his phone to call that ignorant chick up and give her a piece of his mind. I told him to stop, she didn't mean any harm by it. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so nice to people's faces bc I most certainly haven't been nice behind her back...
Situation #2
Standing in work in my scrubs, everyone asks to see how big my belly is. Fine. There you go. I lift my scrub top and show them the appearance of it in a tank top. Awesome. Most people, the nice people, say, "It's barely there." "You really aren't even showing." "Oh, you are so cute." However, there is always one Negative Nancy in the bunch. She decides to blurt out, "You know, Sarah, you are going to grow a big belly and you are going to get wider. I can tell by your body type. You are going to be really wide." Thanks. Did you want to slash my tires while you slashed my self esteem or did you just want to do that later???
Situation #3
Take me back to work... So, I had to go to an interview in dress clothes but had to stop by my current job on the way. My belly had popped the day before at an early 13.5 weeks. Most people might be excited. Me, no, I was devestated. Am I being selfish? Most likely. I wouldn't care of society wasn't so flippin' focused on weight and appearance. Ok. So I go up to work and I see a few people who are like, "Oh my gosh! You are showing! You are so cute! I love your belly!" I felt cuter than I had the day before so I was like, "Ok, this is fine. It'll be good. Everyone is being supportive of the midsection baby chub." THEN I see another coworker who had been told I was showing. She looks at me from around the corner and says, "How many weeks are you?" I round up and say, "14". She says, "You are much too big to be 14 weeks. You shouldn't be showing or anything. You are too big." I respond, "I've only gained 4 pounds." The response I really wanted to say was, "I'm pregnant so that's my excuse. You're not. Whats yours?" BUT I just smiled sweetly and said, "It's only going to get bigger. Thanks for noticing."
People are flat out ignorant and RUDE. I mean, why would you think it's ok to tell someone they are too big? If I wasn't pregnant and just getting fat, would they come tell me, "You are too big. Far too big." No. They wouldn't say anything to my face. They'd just talk behind my back. I'm fine with that. All women do it anyway. Most men don't notice and most could care less how big a woman's belly has gotten. Women are brutal and complete hooches. So, I had ventured out in tight clothing, attempting to embrace the belly. I will now go back to wearing too big T shirts and work out pants for casual and wearing loose fitting sun dresses and tanks. As it gets colder, I shall pull out all of the hoodies and wear them until they fall apart this year. I can't take the rude comments. I'm not as tough as some women. I've had body image issues all of my life.
And my poor husband.... he has to build me up everytime I get dressed with him near me. I feel so bad for him. He has to tell my I'm beautiful and that he loves the way I look. He gets so tired of hearing how people offend me. He wanted to go up to work and talk to the women that had hurt my feelings. I said "no". And I knew he would have ripped the Brewsters girl to shreds. Glad I said "no" to the one. Although, she would have learned her lesson on not commenting on pregnant people's bellies.
I'm really not being selfish. I love my baby but I don't love my body. I never have. I love my baby belly body in the comfort of my own home or hidden behind my scrub top that I now wear a size bigger in. And to think, it's only going to get bigger....
Most recently...
Situation #1
Tonight I went out to eat with two fab girls and I work leggings and a figure hugging T-shirt...trying to embrace the preggo look. I did notice as I left the comfort of my own home in an outfit that was figure hugging that my bump looked much larger than the day before but what are you going to do about it? I go to dinner. My work bf rubs my tummy and is soooo excited about it. I eat my food...not an obscene amount, shop at Old Navy a bit, then decide to take ice cream home to the hubs. I go to Brewsters. For this of you who do not know this, it's an outside ice cream place with a high counter so most of my body is not visible while speaking to the 17 year old ice cream delivery girl. As she hands me my ordered ice cream, she states, "This will make the baby go crazy tonight." I laugh politely. She asks, "When are you due?" I tell her. She then procedes to tell me that my stomach is very big and I look 7 months pregnant. My initial reaction was to tell her that I didn't want the ice cream anymore instead I want to go home and slit my wrists. Thank you for the self esteem boost, hoochie. But, trying to be nice, I put $1 in the tip jar, grabbed my 150 grams of fat from her and told her, "well, I'm almost halfway there. It's going to get bigger before it gets smaller. Have a good night." I get home and tell the hubs the story. He starts googling Brewsters on his phone to call that ignorant chick up and give her a piece of his mind. I told him to stop, she didn't mean any harm by it. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so nice to people's faces bc I most certainly haven't been nice behind her back...
Situation #2
Standing in work in my scrubs, everyone asks to see how big my belly is. Fine. There you go. I lift my scrub top and show them the appearance of it in a tank top. Awesome. Most people, the nice people, say, "It's barely there." "You really aren't even showing." "Oh, you are so cute." However, there is always one Negative Nancy in the bunch. She decides to blurt out, "You know, Sarah, you are going to grow a big belly and you are going to get wider. I can tell by your body type. You are going to be really wide." Thanks. Did you want to slash my tires while you slashed my self esteem or did you just want to do that later???
Situation #3
Take me back to work... So, I had to go to an interview in dress clothes but had to stop by my current job on the way. My belly had popped the day before at an early 13.5 weeks. Most people might be excited. Me, no, I was devestated. Am I being selfish? Most likely. I wouldn't care of society wasn't so flippin' focused on weight and appearance. Ok. So I go up to work and I see a few people who are like, "Oh my gosh! You are showing! You are so cute! I love your belly!" I felt cuter than I had the day before so I was like, "Ok, this is fine. It'll be good. Everyone is being supportive of the midsection baby chub." THEN I see another coworker who had been told I was showing. She looks at me from around the corner and says, "How many weeks are you?" I round up and say, "14". She says, "You are much too big to be 14 weeks. You shouldn't be showing or anything. You are too big." I respond, "I've only gained 4 pounds." The response I really wanted to say was, "I'm pregnant so that's my excuse. You're not. Whats yours?" BUT I just smiled sweetly and said, "It's only going to get bigger. Thanks for noticing."
People are flat out ignorant and RUDE. I mean, why would you think it's ok to tell someone they are too big? If I wasn't pregnant and just getting fat, would they come tell me, "You are too big. Far too big." No. They wouldn't say anything to my face. They'd just talk behind my back. I'm fine with that. All women do it anyway. Most men don't notice and most could care less how big a woman's belly has gotten. Women are brutal and complete hooches. So, I had ventured out in tight clothing, attempting to embrace the belly. I will now go back to wearing too big T shirts and work out pants for casual and wearing loose fitting sun dresses and tanks. As it gets colder, I shall pull out all of the hoodies and wear them until they fall apart this year. I can't take the rude comments. I'm not as tough as some women. I've had body image issues all of my life.
And my poor husband.... he has to build me up everytime I get dressed with him near me. I feel so bad for him. He has to tell my I'm beautiful and that he loves the way I look. He gets so tired of hearing how people offend me. He wanted to go up to work and talk to the women that had hurt my feelings. I said "no". And I knew he would have ripped the Brewsters girl to shreds. Glad I said "no" to the one. Although, she would have learned her lesson on not commenting on pregnant people's bellies.
I'm really not being selfish. I love my baby but I don't love my body. I never have. I love my baby belly body in the comfort of my own home or hidden behind my scrub top that I now wear a size bigger in. And to think, it's only going to get bigger....
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Are there really two lines???
So, welcome, my dear friends, to my other blog...the blog about marriage, babies, and grown up life. But mostly, about my baby.
Here is the Bambino timeline thus far, just to get you up to speed, in you don't know already...
Alex and I decided that we weren't getting any younger and that maybe we should think about kids sooner rather than later. So, I went off of birth control and we decided to let nature takes it's course. Knowing I had been on birth control for years (bc of cysts) I knew that it would take awhile to get out of my system so we just decided to roll with it and see what happened. I saw my OB/GYN for my yearly on May 11. We talked about it and she said to just go with it and see what happens. But she said, "Do not start doing those ovulation tests and everything. Just relax and it will happen." Alex left for Africa for three weeks on May 28th... Bye Bye Hubby... Your life shall soon change...
On June 6th, after a night of partying with my college friends in northern Illinois, I got up at 6 am in the hotel room we were all staying and took a test. It appeared negative so I gathered up all of the evidence and threw it in my suitcase. Two days later, I woke up at my grandma's house, again at 6 am, to get on the road back to SC. Before my shower, I took another test since I had not had a monthly visit yet. TWO LINES. I was like, "What do I do now?" My sister was half asleep in the next room and grandma was asleep on the couch. Should I tell someone. Nope, instead, I take a shower. I looked down at my stomach at one point and said, "I guess I'm not alone in here anymore..." Such a strange feeling. Since I was unable to tell Alex, I went out to my car at 6:15 am and called one of my best friends from college. No answer. Crap. I called my best friend in South Carolina. She answered by saying..."Yesss?????" She was expecting my call :) She knew I was pregnant. She just knew. That's what best friends are for... Eventually I told my sister while we drove back to South Carolina. I thought she was going to wreck Black Betty (my car)... Oh, and after looking back at the preggo test from Sunday, there was a very faint line. Apparently when you take those things you need to wear your glasses and not be hungover while doing it bc there is a chance you MIGHT misread them.
On June 9th, my sister and I ate lunch with my SC best friend and then I took another pregnancy test in the bathroom of the restaurant. I mean, why wouldn't I pee on a preggo stick in Jason's Deli bathroom? It stated "PREGNANT" right away. The tears started flowing. My best friend at this point is 9 months pregnant and I am one month pregnant. We were all a sight for sore eyes. It was in that moment that it became real. I was thinking, "So I think my life is about to change." My first big hurdle... decreasing my caffiene and diet soda intake.
June 10th was my first OB visit but just for blood work. I had worked all night the night before and I was a bit wound up. After taking my blood pressure and asking me questions, the poor medical assistant was like, "Are you a bit nervous?" Let me see, um I just found out I am carrying a human being in my uterus that I will be responsible for from now until the end of time. No, I'm not nervous. This is a typical Thursday for me. After drawing enough labs for me to possibly need a blood transfusion after, she let me go home. The worst part of that day... being weighed. Nothing will depress you more than stepping on a scale. Ugh... However, Baby Bambino received his/her first gift this day. Aunt Meem has already provided boy and girl sunglasses and blankets for the baby in the belly...
June 14th - I was at the most dreaded place in the world. Walmart. Ugh. I got a phone call from my husband saying he was back on American soil and I needed to pick him up in Greenville (3.5 hours away) in 7 hours. So, I ran home, showered my body, and went to my best friend's house where she had dinner waiting. We made a shirt for me to wear that said "Baby Jackson" on it. This would be my way of telling Alex he is going to be a dad. It was the best I could come up with. So Alex found out on June 15th at 1 am that he is going to be a daddy. He was pretty shocked.... but extremely excited. We talked about names, nurseries, holidays, and our cat all of the way back to Charleston... It was perfection... and we had McDonalds which rocked my socks off.
July 6th we saw our baby for the very first time. I almost had a Rachel from Friends moment where I wanted to say, "I don't really see it." But once she got a good picture of the heartbeat, it became so very real. So crazy that something so very tiny could cause such nausea and tiredness. Our due date is officially February 14, 2011. On July 6th, Bambino was 1.42 cm long. It was so beautiful and perfect and made me tear up.
July 27th I heard the heartbeat for the first time. I was 11 weeks and 1 day preggo. To finally hear it, was soooo cool. I cried. Surprising I know. I had to see the doc that day for heart palpitations. Apparently my body hates night shift. A girl's gotta work so there isn't much I can do about that right now. I just need to take it easy and listen to my baby holder (my body.)
August 3rd I saw the baby again just by chance. I went in for my 12 week visit, the medical assistant said that if she couldn't hear the baby's heart beat she was going to do an ultrasound since I was still early. She ended up hearing it but I told her I wouldn't mind the ultrasound. When she put the ultrasound on my belly, she got the most perfect profile picture of my baby. It looked like something out of a magazine. The most perfect forehead, nose and mouth were right there. She started moving it around and the arms and legs went crazy!!! The baby was flopping everywhere! I starting crying... shocking... I know. So awesome. It was just a blob four week prior. Now, it looks like a baby!!!! She went to take a picture of Bambino and the little turd turned it's butt towards and wouldn't turn back. It was amazing though....
My next appt is on Monday. Nothing too special planned for that day...
We are super pumped. I have copious amts of pictures and random stories to tell and issues to vent about... That's why this blog might just become my best friend and shoulder to lean on.
It's 5:30 in the morning and I really need to try to sleep again. Oh the joys of pregnancy and having worked night shift for 7 years. I hope at least three people will be interested enough to follow this blog... and I promise, all of the postings will not be 10 pages long.
Happy Thursday
Here is the Bambino timeline thus far, just to get you up to speed, in you don't know already...
Alex and I decided that we weren't getting any younger and that maybe we should think about kids sooner rather than later. So, I went off of birth control and we decided to let nature takes it's course. Knowing I had been on birth control for years (bc of cysts) I knew that it would take awhile to get out of my system so we just decided to roll with it and see what happened. I saw my OB/GYN for my yearly on May 11. We talked about it and she said to just go with it and see what happens. But she said, "Do not start doing those ovulation tests and everything. Just relax and it will happen." Alex left for Africa for three weeks on May 28th... Bye Bye Hubby... Your life shall soon change...
On June 6th, after a night of partying with my college friends in northern Illinois, I got up at 6 am in the hotel room we were all staying and took a test. It appeared negative so I gathered up all of the evidence and threw it in my suitcase. Two days later, I woke up at my grandma's house, again at 6 am, to get on the road back to SC. Before my shower, I took another test since I had not had a monthly visit yet. TWO LINES. I was like, "What do I do now?" My sister was half asleep in the next room and grandma was asleep on the couch. Should I tell someone. Nope, instead, I take a shower. I looked down at my stomach at one point and said, "I guess I'm not alone in here anymore..." Such a strange feeling. Since I was unable to tell Alex, I went out to my car at 6:15 am and called one of my best friends from college. No answer. Crap. I called my best friend in South Carolina. She answered by saying..."Yesss?????" She was expecting my call :) She knew I was pregnant. She just knew. That's what best friends are for... Eventually I told my sister while we drove back to South Carolina. I thought she was going to wreck Black Betty (my car)... Oh, and after looking back at the preggo test from Sunday, there was a very faint line. Apparently when you take those things you need to wear your glasses and not be hungover while doing it bc there is a chance you MIGHT misread them.
On June 9th, my sister and I ate lunch with my SC best friend and then I took another pregnancy test in the bathroom of the restaurant. I mean, why wouldn't I pee on a preggo stick in Jason's Deli bathroom? It stated "PREGNANT" right away. The tears started flowing. My best friend at this point is 9 months pregnant and I am one month pregnant. We were all a sight for sore eyes. It was in that moment that it became real. I was thinking, "So I think my life is about to change." My first big hurdle... decreasing my caffiene and diet soda intake.
June 10th was my first OB visit but just for blood work. I had worked all night the night before and I was a bit wound up. After taking my blood pressure and asking me questions, the poor medical assistant was like, "Are you a bit nervous?" Let me see, um I just found out I am carrying a human being in my uterus that I will be responsible for from now until the end of time. No, I'm not nervous. This is a typical Thursday for me. After drawing enough labs for me to possibly need a blood transfusion after, she let me go home. The worst part of that day... being weighed. Nothing will depress you more than stepping on a scale. Ugh... However, Baby Bambino received his/her first gift this day. Aunt Meem has already provided boy and girl sunglasses and blankets for the baby in the belly...
June 14th - I was at the most dreaded place in the world. Walmart. Ugh. I got a phone call from my husband saying he was back on American soil and I needed to pick him up in Greenville (3.5 hours away) in 7 hours. So, I ran home, showered my body, and went to my best friend's house where she had dinner waiting. We made a shirt for me to wear that said "Baby Jackson" on it. This would be my way of telling Alex he is going to be a dad. It was the best I could come up with. So Alex found out on June 15th at 1 am that he is going to be a daddy. He was pretty shocked.... but extremely excited. We talked about names, nurseries, holidays, and our cat all of the way back to Charleston... It was perfection... and we had McDonalds which rocked my socks off.
July 6th we saw our baby for the very first time. I almost had a Rachel from Friends moment where I wanted to say, "I don't really see it." But once she got a good picture of the heartbeat, it became so very real. So crazy that something so very tiny could cause such nausea and tiredness. Our due date is officially February 14, 2011. On July 6th, Bambino was 1.42 cm long. It was so beautiful and perfect and made me tear up.
July 27th I heard the heartbeat for the first time. I was 11 weeks and 1 day preggo. To finally hear it, was soooo cool. I cried. Surprising I know. I had to see the doc that day for heart palpitations. Apparently my body hates night shift. A girl's gotta work so there isn't much I can do about that right now. I just need to take it easy and listen to my baby holder (my body.)
August 3rd I saw the baby again just by chance. I went in for my 12 week visit, the medical assistant said that if she couldn't hear the baby's heart beat she was going to do an ultrasound since I was still early. She ended up hearing it but I told her I wouldn't mind the ultrasound. When she put the ultrasound on my belly, she got the most perfect profile picture of my baby. It looked like something out of a magazine. The most perfect forehead, nose and mouth were right there. She started moving it around and the arms and legs went crazy!!! The baby was flopping everywhere! I starting crying... shocking... I know. So awesome. It was just a blob four week prior. Now, it looks like a baby!!!! She went to take a picture of Bambino and the little turd turned it's butt towards and wouldn't turn back. It was amazing though....
My next appt is on Monday. Nothing too special planned for that day...
We are super pumped. I have copious amts of pictures and random stories to tell and issues to vent about... That's why this blog might just become my best friend and shoulder to lean on.
It's 5:30 in the morning and I really need to try to sleep again. Oh the joys of pregnancy and having worked night shift for 7 years. I hope at least three people will be interested enough to follow this blog... and I promise, all of the postings will not be 10 pages long.
Happy Thursday
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