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Wednesday, May 11, 2011

This is (hopefully) it!

It's 5:03 am on May 11th....and we're being induced today.  I finally get to meet and hold my daughter today...hopefully.  There's a chance that, if the induction doesn't take particularly well, we'll get sent home.  That would suck. 

I didn't exactly have the best start this morning.  I had a very hard time falling asleep.  Usually, if I'm nervous or excited enough about something (first day of school, Christmas morning, etc) that I have a hard time falling asleep, I can do it if I take away my pillow and sleep on my tummy....not happening at the moment!

So I fell asleep around 2:15 or so after taking a hot shower to relax myself.  Since I wasn't supposed to eat or drink anything after midnight, and I'm a little apprehensive to begin with, my acid reflux is doing spectacularly well.  Ow.  As a result, around 4:30-4:45, I woke up when I choked on a nasty bile/acid combo and had to cough and sputter for a solid 2-3 minutes.  Mike didn't budge.  Since I can't have anything to eat or drink, getting the taste out of my mouth is almost impossible!  I'm currently sucking on a stick of gum like my life depends on it and swallowing as much of the flavor as quickly as possible.

I plan to "sneak" my regular zantac this morning with a small sip of water...there's no way I would survive an entire day without acid help!  Nooooo way!

So, today is (hopefully) the day...I'm going to meet my daughter.  How weird is that?  I mean, really?  A whole other person will be leaving from my body today and entering the world...and we're going to get to take her home and take care of her live life and experience everything for the first time....seriously, how crazy is that?!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Feel like I cheated...

So, at my 33 week appointment, my doctor said she'd stop my working at my next appointment, 36 weeks, which was during spring break.  OK, fine.  So I do all my sub plans, make preparations, tell the people at school I'm leaving, etc. etc. etc.   I'm also changing schools this year, so it's actually my last week at that school...ever.  Crazy.  So I go to my 36 week appointment (five days into spring break) and my doctor said, eh, you can keep working until your 37 week appointment since your swelling isn't that bad now.  Well, my swelling isn't bad because I've been off work and off my feet for the last FIVE DAYS...ugh.

So I go into work yesterday morning (what would be my first day "back" before leaving again after school on Wednesday...we're talking three days here) and I go up to the sub coordinator...and I didn't say anything.  I let her lead, and she told me that my sub was scheduled to start that day.  I didn't correct her.  I didn't tell them my doctor had given me three more days to work.  I totally feel like I'm cheating.  Does this make me a COMPLETELY horrible person?  I mean, seriously, being there for ONE hour Monday morning caused me to have more swelling than I did the entirety of spring break (stress!!), and I KNOW I'm better off at home...but I feel like I'm cheating.  *sigh* 

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Almost there...when did that happen?!?!

OK, so I've been freaking out this week.  It's my last week of work this week.  I'm a teacher, and the stress is making me blow up like a balloon...SO not the doctor told me this is it. I'm also changing schools for next year, which means that this is my last week at this school...where I've been for seven years.  So, lots of changes...which has made me feel a little off balance to begin with...

...but then I realized (as the pool for the baby's birthday was being taken at work) that I could feasibly and realistically have a child in a week or two.  Whoa, whoa, whoa...when did that happen??  I mean, intellectually, yes, I know that there is a child hanging out in there...and I know that this is a finite time in which she needs to grow...but wasn't I just thinking about hitting 20 weeks?  Didn't I just wonder last week whether or not I looked pregnant or just fat?  I see my nursery coming together...and we finally bought diapers...and...all of that...but it could actually HAPPEN soon...up until now it's just been kindof a vague, theoretical concept!

Now, don't get me wrong...I am beyond excited to meet her.  I can't wait to take care of her, and see her face, and watch my husband hold her for the first time, and read her some of the books I got for my shower (PS--we did the thing where you ask people to bring their favorite children's book in lieu of a idea EVER.  We now have a whole library of books filled with inscriptions of love!!). 

...BUT...I think what's freaking me out is that I know it's going to be a huge change, and I'm going to have a huge emotional reaction, and there is absolutely NO WAY to prepare for that!  I can buy diapers, and pack my bag, and clean the house, but I can't prepare myself to feel....whatever it is I'm going to feel.  It's FREAKING ME OUT. 

I feel really bad about it, because I don't want poor DH thinking I'm not happy (because I am) or for people to not think I'm excited (because I'm that, too)....but the incessant planner in me is FREAKING OUT about being unprepared!!  I know that once she's here and I see her that it will make sense...but it just seems so UNREAL at this point.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

9 weeks left!

I have no idea where time has gone!  I'm currently sitting at 31weeks/1day, and I only have nine weeks left!  I really doubt that I'll go full term, though.  I've made the doctor very aware of my family history of large babies (and even MIKE'S family history of it) so I think I'll be induced early.  I actually have a strong feeling that she might be an April baby...and I'm ok with that! :-)  I WOULD, however, like to do my last Atlantic City trip over spring break, so I hope she holds on in there until at least Easter!

So excited to meet my baby girl!

Nursery Pictures

Mia's Changing Table/Dresser (Note the cute monkey switchplate cover!)
Close up of the changing cute!
Mia's Bookshelf (Complete with Amelia Bedilia books!)
Window and window treatments
Mia's crib bedding
Mia's crib from the front

All we're missing are wall decorations, a new lamp, and a rug, and then this room will be done!

Monday, January 17, 2011

Flutters and fire

So I have two new pregnancy symptoms:

1)  She's a mover!  Ever since the ultrasound, her kicks have gotten more and more pronounced.  Some of them can even be felt from the outside, now.  Mike hasn't felt her yet....partially because she kicks so sporatically, and partially because I think Mike's a little impatient and/or frustrated with the process.  I don't blame him.  They're still pretty light, so it's hard to distinguish them from my heartbeat or breathing movements....but it will be soon!

2) O....M...G....the heartburn!!  I'm ready to breathe fire.  Seriously.  I'm literally hitting the maximum dosage of Tums EVERY day.  My doctor also said that I could use over the counter Zantac, but I'm trying to save that for the really bad days...the ones where I take two Tums, and then five minutes later I'm ready to burn down the house again.  *sigh*  Apparently there's a theoretical truth (to an extent) in the old wive's tale about hair and heartburn....a lot of one leads to a lot of the other.  At this rate, I think I'll be giving birth to Rapunzel.  Seriously, though...apparently the hormone balance/imbalance that causes heartburn also causes hair to we'll see!


23 weeks down, 17 to go!