Relaxing Doesn't Make Babies

Emotions

Feb 6, 2008 — 4:03 pm

Emotional roller-coaster is still running. I feel like on the outside I look normal, but inside I’ve been a mess. I’m not at that total breakdown stage… yet… and I’m still able to be chipper and happy and joking and go about my life. But there are frequent pauses where my emotions just turn to mush. I either get extremely irritable and want to snap my husband’s head off for little reason, or else something random just puts me on edge and I want to curl up in bed and hide from the world. The benefit of having dealt with depression for as long as I have is that I can recognize the signs of emotional instability in myself. I know when I first started feeling the depression it was like it had me, not the other way around. But now, after many years of medication and self-therapy (lots and lots of introspection) I feel much more detached from “it”. That’s how I feel about these pregnancy hormones. On one hand they’re happening to me and I can’t stop it – but on the other side I’m able to step back and watch it happening and say to myself, “This isn’t me.” Very useful.

Physically I’m doing much better. I decided not to reschedule my chiro appointment (Friday) because the pain I had was muscle aches from over-use… not nerve pain. So nothing the chiro could really do about it, you know? I just need to learn to take it easy on myself. It’s easy to forget I’m carrying around 15 extra pounds on me (give or take – the scale can’t make up its mind). I don’t know HOW it’s easy to forget, with this belly sticking out in front, but I guess some days I just feel so normal.

Speaking of weight… I’ve been doing very nicely in the weight gain department, gaining about a pound a week in a nice steady fashion. And then this past weekend my scale told me I’d gained over 3lbs in one week! I was really irritated by that. How does that even happen? No, I’m not really obsessing over my weight – or haven’t been at all. I do track it in a graph, because graphs make me feel good. And I don’t have any sort of arbitrary “goal” or “limit” set on myself, though I do have some numbers that I would like better than others, of course. If my body gains faster or more than I’d “like,” well, there’s not much I can do about it other than cut out the junk food that I sometimes eat. Otherwise I’m eating well and just trying to trust in my body to do it right.

I do know where those 3lbs went to, though – they’re all in my ass. I can feel it. Ugh.

(I just noticed, while looking at my graph, that there’s a pattern ever since week 20 when I started gaining weight. About once a month my weight jumps up multiple pounds in a week, then it drops and gains slowly… then another jump and drop. Huh. How weird.)

Really the only two physical complaints I have right now are the aching hips when I wake up – it feels like I’m sleeping on rock, not a soft cushy bed! – and the heartburn. But neither are totally oh-my-god horrible, either. The hips ache when I wake up, so I have to get up and walk around for a while to take the pressure off of them, then I’m fine. (Though they still feel bruised all day, if I bump them.) The heartburn is getting worse, and can really irritate me when I’m trying to sleep, but it’s pretty normal heartburn for 3rd tri and I can deal with it… sometimes it does require me sitting up in bed with my laptop for 3 hours at night when I’d rather be sleeping, but oh well.

It has taken me roughly 12 hours to write this entry (saving in drafts and coming back later) so I think I’ll post it now before my brain takes another major detour.

Roller Coaster…

Feb 5, 2008 — 4:09 am

This weekend was… interesting. I think I pushed myself a little too hard, and ended up paying the price for it. Friday I was at work all day, spending most of it on my feet. I do always try to take breaks and sit down in between being up, but my feet and legs still ache by the end of the day… I can feel this extra weight on me. Then after work I quickly drove home to change and my SIL and I went out to shop, which I did write about.

Saturday I was up early to cook breakfast for us before BIL showed up to work on the basement. I was okay emotionally when I got up, but my legs were freaking hurting. Just overuse, and then of course I had a crap night of sleep because they were tightening up, so in the morning I was a bit of a pickle. I decided, hey! Let’s take a bath. That worked last time. Yeah. Didn’t work so well. I drew the bath water (took forever) only to end up with a tub of lukewarm water and a large pot of water nowhere near boiling on the stove. Which led to meltdown #1 of the day. Den rubbed IcyHot on my sore legs while I attempted to calm down.

Unfortunately there was plenty to do, and no time for a nap (not that I could even have taken one at that point, still too sore). I ended up running to Home Depot a couple of times, which is always fun – pregnant woman wandering around Home Depot with a list that makes little sense to me. (I say “a couple times” because with my pregnant-brain I kept forgetting things!) I knew, logically, that I was simply feeling hormonal and emotional, but it was hard not to throw a hissy fit when I’m standing in the middle of the electrical aisle to buy electrical boxes and I’m staring at 3104 different types of electrical boxes (slight exaggeration). And of course cell phones don’t work all that well inside the fortress that is Home Depot, so I had to keep running (errr, walking slowly) to the front of the store to call Den and ask, “But which ONES?” So I was feeling very frustrated and still pretty sorry for myself on the way home. A song with a good beat came on the radio and I cranked it way up for fun – cranked up the bass too. Just like my brother in his car… it made me think of good times with my brother. I smiled. And then… thinking of my brother made me think of his dog, who just died a couple weeks ago. And suddenly I’m bawling as I’m driving. I call that meltdown #2 of the day.

Den had to apply some sealer to the basement, and I was warned to not be in the house while he was doing it… which worked out fine because I had that hospital tour to go on. Hour and a half spent mostly on my feet – they did let us sit when they could, but most of it was, you know, touring the hospital, which meant walking. Urk.

I did end up coming home and taking a nap. It helped tremendously… I woke up in a far better mood than when I went to sleep, which, trust me, we all appreciated. However I think the pets were on a secret Piss Mommy Off mission that day – they were all completely wired after having been confined all day due to the construction. Zeeke was being a total shithead… he was just so wound up with energy that he was actively looking for something bad to do: grab something off my desk, tip over a garbage can, harass the cat, bark bark bark, run off with something of mommy’s, try to eat mommy’s dinner, and so on. He was driving me NUTS. I was starting to get a little bit cranky. Nap or not, I was stilly achy and wanted to be left alone.

I decided, against my better judgement, to try the bath thing one more time. I put water on the stove ahead of time, drew the bath water. The whole time the dog kept running into the bathroom every chance he got. The cat too, he kept trying to climb INTO the bathwater, and I was repeatedly tossing him out of the damn room. (He does NOT take no for an answer. I don’t think it really penetrates his thick skull.) So the dog is running around being nuts, the cat won’t keep out of the bathroom, and the water, it is still lukewarm. I finally get a full bath, the water boils and we dump it in. I shut everyone out of the bathroom and get in the bath. Relaxing right? Well.. not quite. It still wasn’t warm enough, and it was cooling quickly. I still could have enjoyed it, if it weren’t for the fur floating all over. No matter how much I tried to pick out, the water still had this film of dust and fur and it was totally pissing me off. How the hell can I enjoy a nice bath like that? I can’t. I’m just sitting there naked in the bathtub getting more and more pissed off. Enter meltdown #3. I drained the bath and had a fecking shower. At least it was hot.

So that was my Saturday.

Sunday was better, for sure… but I still hadn’t gotten very good sleep overnight. In the morning I felt okay, but I could certainly feel that cranky hormonal self hiding just under the surface. Knowing we had a Superbowl party to attend that evening I decided (wisely, I might add) to have an extended nap mid-day to prepare myself. And this just shows how exhausted I have been lately with this crap waking-every-few-hours sleep: I took a nap in my bedroom, directly above where the men were working on the basement. Sawing, hammering, yelling over the radio, and every once in a while what literally sounded like a gun going off (some gun-hammer thing to drive nails into cement). And I slept through it all, for nearly 4 hours straight. Out COLD. I don’t think I’ve ever slept that deeply.

We were all grateful that I was awake and in a chipper-ish mood for the Superbowl party. (It still didn’t make the football any more interesting to me, though.)

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I believe I put on more than a few pounds this past week. I’m not really sure why, as I haven’t drastically changed any of my habits or anything, but somehow this past week I gained over 3lbs, according to my weekly weigh-in on Saturday morning. And I know where it went to: my ass! It feels so irritating when I’m sitting in bed. Too much flubber back there, man.

I also think I’m going to be outgrowing my newest bras shortly. Cup size is doing okay, but they’re feeling aweful tight around the ribcage again. :sigh: My ribs must be expanding some more to make room for the little guy. I figure I’ll have to find a 40C? I know my boobs are growing – I know that a 40C is a larger cup than a 36C – but it’s a little irritating to be getting stretchmarks on my boobs when I’m still a C cup! I am now getting little stretchmarks above my nipples… before they were only below the nipples.

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Can I just point out that today is February 5. Two calendar months until my due date. 60 days. Eeek! Today at work my supervisor was talking to me about when my replacement is going to start taking over some of my hours, and she asked if the end of the month was good. I looked at the calendar and thought for a moment, it’s a little earlier than I planned, but the way I feel now it’s definitely a good idea to have someone start taking over some of my hours soon. But then I realized we’re not talking the end of January, it’s February. Holy shit. We’re talking end of February, a month before my due date. Yeah… yeah, I’m definitely ready to give up some of my jobs, lol.

There are some things I’ll be keeping until the end, but I’m finding stuff like cleaning is getting harder and harder. Just bending over and squatting down gets more uncomfortable every week… feels like the baby gets shoved right up into my ribs every time I do it. It’s not like I can’t do things anymore… it just takes me longer to do them.

Plus I’m getting really burnt out with being so busy. :( I’m so freakin’ tired, I’m sleeping like shit, I have clients wanting their stuff done ASAP and my hours at work to put in. It’s a big juggling act, and I just feel so run down. I feel guilty for napping during the day, even though I know that I need it. I haven’t watched any TV at all in weeks – I don’t really have any interest in much TV, but there are a couple of shows that are saved on our DVR that I really want to catch up on, and I can’t seem to find the time to watch even one episode. I haven’t read even a few chapters of my lighthearted fluff novel since sometime last week. I have been even too tired to update this journal.

I’m ready for a break. There’s still a lot of stuff I want to get done before Devin arrives, I need to get the rest of my life in order, and I really really need to finish up my client projects so I can go on haitus. I was really hoping to have everything finished by March so I’d have time to rest and get things done. I hope I can still accomplish that.

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Okay, I think my heartburn has subsided enough to attempt to sleep again. Here’s hoping.

In Memory

Feb 4, 2008 — 8:12 pm

For Mary Ellen and Steve

There are just no words to describe how sad I am for Mary Ellen and her husband. I am glad ME is doing better physically. But emotionally… their journey will be a long one.

Hospital Tour

Feb 4, 2008 — 7:50 pm

Den unfortunately couldn’t come with me on Saturday for the tour (not that he was severely disappointed by this), and I, being a moron, forgot to reschedule the tour to a different date. So I went alone. But I got a ton out of it and was really glad I went! Bummer that Den couldn’t go, but oh well.

I might just write down all the notes I took, just so I have it all for posterity.

The L&D building has free valet parking, which I’ve never used before, but figure it will come it extra handy when I’m in labor! Unfortunately the tour guide (henceforth known as TG to save me typing) said the valet parking is only available between 8am and 4pm on weekdays. “So have your baby then!” she said. Bummer man! Finding a parking spot at this hospital is something equal to repeatedly banging your head on your dash. Just as an example, for this tour I ended up parking in a parking garage on the far other side of the complex and having to walk 15 minutes through the hospital to get to the L&D building. This brings up an interesting problem: does Den drop me off and go park the car, or do we park and go in together? Logically it makes more sense to drop off the laboring woman and go park and catch up later, but that leaves me without my husband for a good 10-20 minutes. I’m not so certain I like that idea. I guess we’ll have to figure that out when the time comes.

So when I’m in labor and I go to the hospital my first stop is the Registration desk. Pre-registration has already been completed for me by my Midwives (I asked), but you still have to check in there. Next stop is Triage (WITU or something?). We got a tour of triage. It’s on the first floor, and has two “pods” of four beds each. There was no one in there when we toured through (or they wouldn’t have let us actually into the pod). The pod is VERY similar to when I had my laparoscopy, the same kind of setup – one bathroom for the group of four “rooms”, and each room has only a curtain to pull across, it’s not really fully private. It was nice that it was familiar to me. There were monitors, of course, that they will hook you up to for a minimum of 20 minutes to check your contractions, and I assume they would also give an internal to check to see how far along you are. TG said to ask if you need anything at all to make yourself more comfortable… they can bring in rocking chairs, birthing balls, you can use the shower if you want to… she said most women in labor seem to just sit there waiting to be told what to do, lol, but that they want to make us as comfortable as possible. Interesting fact about Triage is that guess who covers it? My midwife group! Anyone else who comes into Triage, no matter who their care provider is, sees whichever midwife is on call. So I get to see the same provider throughout my stay, no strange OBs at all. That’s fabulous for me, especially knowing how positive my Midwife group is about natural birth and such.

Once they determine that I should stay – and TG said there is no set “rules” as to who gets admitted and who gets sent home, she said it depends on a lot of things. But if they determine that you ARE in full labor then you’ll probably get admitted. So they’ll transfer you from Triage up to the first floor, which are the LDRP (Labor/Delivery/Recovery/Postpartum) rooms. There are 37 private rooms. We got to tour two rooms – the room with the hydrotherapy tub, and one of the normal rooms. Now the hydrotherapy tub is interesting. There is only one room with a tub, so they do want to keep it open as much as possible. It is a fully equipped room, like the others, but you do not get assigned to it. If you wish to use the tub and it is open when you are admitted you get transferred to that room and have free use of it for as long as you wish. (If it is in use then you are shit out of luck.) At any time you can choose that you don’t like the tub and don’t want to use it at all anymore, at which point you get transferred back to a normal room (so they can clean and disinfect the tub and room for whomever else wants it). Or you can stay as long as you want. They do not “allow” you to give birth in the tub at this point in time (though they are trying to push through a policy change on that), but you can give birth in that room on the bed. After delivery you would again be transferred to a normal LDRP room for your postpartum stay. The good side is that, despite there being only one tub room, she said it is rarely ever in use! Most people choose epidurals or just have no interest in the tub, so it sits unused most of the time. (Of course the two other pregnant women I was touring with were also planning natural births, so we were all eyeing each other and asking, “So… when are you due?” LOL)

The “normal” LDRP rooms are what I would be staying in the entire time I was there, unless I have a c-section. Like I said, they are all fully private – and a pretty good size, too. There is a bed, a couch thing that folds out into a bed for the husband (though she said if it is uncomfortable they can bring in a cot for him instead), a desk, a TV, and a station for the bassinette/warmer/whatever that thing is they bring in for the baby. The lighting can be controlled from a remote attached to the bed, so you can dim them or turn them off or whatever you want to do. You can ask for a rocking chair or birthing ball. There is a private bathroom with a shower – the shower didn’t look too large, but it had a glass door, not some curtain thing. Also, what I thought was the coolest thing ever, they have available birthing bars!! When the bed breaks apart (the bottom half comes out to reveal a place for stirrups and space for catching the baby) there are two big metal holes in the lower half of the bed. So they can bring in a bar that fits into the bed, so you can hold yourself up to squat. How awesome!! (Oh, plus she said the stirrups are for when you’re getting stitched up, if need be – not for pushing.)

The LDRP floor used to have 3 nurseries. But apparently not many people actually use the nurseries anymore – everyone is rooming in. So one has become a conference room, another a storage room, and there is only one nursery left – and it didn’t have any babies in it, LOL. They are very encouraging of rooming in with baby, but TG said if you need a shower or whatever, they are happy to watch the baby for a little while for you! And she said you can write a note to put on the basinette stating “no pacifiers or bottles” if you are breastfeeding, and they keep a log of when baby has eaten last so they know baby has been fed and if they need to take baby back to you to nurse.

All in all the LDRP rooms are very nice, very comfortable looking, and I could easily see myself spending 2 days in there. There is also a menu, and mothers can order as much as they want, as often as they want, for free, during the kitchen’s open hours (closes at 7pm). Good stuff too, breakfast foods like pancakes and eggs and french toast, and sandwiches and soups and mmmmmm. So maybe staying in the hospital wouldn’t be such a horrible thing. ;) There is also a Friendly’s cafe that is open 24/7 (though it’s not in that building, it’s quite a hike across the hospital to get there, but that’s what husbands are for, right?), and you can bring your own food in. There is one kitchen on the LDRP floor, a small little room with a fridge and ice machine and snacks and drinks available.

As for other things provided… they provide mesh underwear and postpartum pads, but no toiletries. She also said that the pillows there are rather plasticy and it’s a good idea to bring your own.

The hospital is very pro-breastfeeding. On both the LDRP and C-section recovery floors there were display cases with breastfeeding paraphernalia and information arranged inside, as well as many pamphlets. TG said that the hospital’s Lactation Services offers 24-hour breastfeeding support. It is a group of IBCLCs. They have a line you can call to ask questions and get support; they visit every mother the day after giving birth to give help with breastfeeding; and they have a wide range of pumps and supplies available for sale or rental for cheaper than you can get elsewhere. They even do bra fittings. They strongly encourage all mothers giving birth to breastfeed. I will be calling them to ask them questions about my medication – why the Midwives didn’t suggest that, I’m not really sure.

Okay, so on that floor there is also an OR for c-sections (actually three ORs grouped together). We weren’t allowed to go traipsing through the OR, but she had a bunch of photos for us. Again, it looked very familiar, just like the laparoscopy OR (well, what I can remember of it – I was so loopy at that point I can really only remember bright lights…) and the retrieval/transfer suite. This may have been the strangest part of the tour for me – or at least the part that had me surprizing myself. Peeking through those doors and looking at those photos I felt perfectly calm about the idea of having a c-section. I used to be terrified of it. But I don’t know, having been through what I’ve been through already? I would like to avoid it, sure I would. But if Devin insists on coming out the same way he went in, I’ll be okay with that. Sure I’d be disappointed to miss out on the experience of birth, and I’m not fond at all of having to recover from surgery while having a new baby to look after. But I’m not scared anymore. My lap and my retrievals and transfers were all positive experiences for me (well, other than the fucking IV), and I’m quite sure I’ll be able to handle it.

If a c-section becomes necessary, she said they will take me in alone and make sure that everyone is stable before calling the husband is. She explained that they just want to make sure that there’s nothing dramatic going on because I guess partners can sometimes freak out when their baby or wife is in danger… imagine that. And the last thing they want is someone flailing about in there, getting in everyone’s way. Now I don’t think Den would do that – he’s not exactly the type to panic – but I understand their reasoning. I would just hope they’d bring him in quickly, because I would want him at my side.

After a c-section you are moved to the second floor, which is just for c-section recoveries. These are semi-private rooms – two beds per room. TG said they do their best to put one person per room, and IF they are full and have to double up they will assign you to a room that has a mother leaving that day or the next day so that you will have the room to yourself as soon as possible. Even after a c-section they will bring in a cot for your husband/partner and he can stay 24/7 with you. The baby can room in with you as well. But to be honest, the rooms looked much more like a hospital room. Very small and cramped (especially if you have a cot and baby basinette in there!), white, stark. A c-section post-partum stay is 96 hours (as opposed to the 48 hours after a vaginal delivery). I’m not so certain I would want to be stuck in that little room for that long.

The c-section recovery floor has a nursery as well, and there was actually a baby in this one. A precious little girl… OMG. I almost started crying. She was so beautiful and tiny and I just wanted to hold her in my arms. Devin’s going to be here soon and be just as small and precious – even MORE beautiful because he’ll be OUR baby, not someone else’s. Wow. That really got to me. Sniffle. A little bit of reality shock!

The hospital does offer to take “baby’s first photo” for you, it’s done through Our365. You can order announcements or photos through them. They’re rather pricey, though. As long as I can get a half-decent pic of Devin (or 300…) then I’m just going to do my own announcements for much cheaper. I guess it’d be nice if I had no clue how to get announcements, but being a graphics designer and hobbiest photographer… well, I just can’t see spending that much money on something I could do myself! (But gosh darnit are those announcements cute!)

I can’t remember if the NICU is on the second or third floor. One or the other. There is a NICU, the only level III NICU in the area – people transfer in all the time. There are no windows to the NICU so we didn’t get to see it – just murals of zoo animals in the hallways outside it. Down the hall was step-down, which did have windows…. for babies who aren’t so critical, but still need monitoring and care. I didn’t take a lot of notes at this point (because my feet were killing me and my mind was wandering), but I do believe she said that the hospital does offer “hotelling” for parents of babies in the NICU or step-down… for a fee you can stay in the hospital to be near them. Which is nice. I know the fact that the NICU is there is one of the reasons that Den insisted on this hospital.

And that’s as much as I can remember! I hope I haven’t forgotten anything already, lol. All in all I’m feeling VERY happy about this hospital. It was the one aspect of this birth that I didn’t have a say in, so I just kind of had my fingers crossed that it would be accepting of natural births and I made sure to prepare myself in case I ran into instances where their procedures differed from my wishes. But honestly, it sounds just wonderful. I’m sure not every nurse will be completely understanding, and not everyone there will share the same views, but it’s extremely reassuring to hear that the hospital’s normal policy and procedures are right in line with what I want. Takes a lot of pressure off. I may end up cutting a bunch out of my birth plan if I feel I don’t really need to repeat what they do anyways (as I know the shorter it is, the more likely it will be read).

I’m really starting to get excited about this birth. Maybe that’s an odd way to feel about labor. But yes, in a way it’s very exciting! It’s a huge turning point in my life, it’s a big obstacle to tackle… well, maybe not “obstacle,” but it’s certainly quite a life-changing experience. I’m preparing myself as best I can, I’m feeling very bouyed and encouraged by everything I’ve seen/heard/done so far, and I am really looking forward to experiencing it and getting to meet my baby boy.

… Still quite happy to wait another 2 months, though. Have a lot to do before I’m ready!

So Tired

Feb 4, 2008 — 7:37 am

I have stuff to write about and absolutely NO energy or time to do so. Usually when I have time I think to myself, “Self, do you want to write, or sleep?” Lately sleep has been winning, especially since I haven’t been getting near enough of it. (Reason? Take your pick: hungry, have to pee, heartburn, nightsweats…) As an example of how bad it is, take yesterday. I had gotten Not Enough Sleep but was up early to cook breakfast (mmmm) and do some stuff. But, knowing we had a Superbowl party to attend in the evening, I quickly realized that a nap was a necessity just so I would be able to go hang out with people without biting their heads off (it was pretty bad). So I took a nearly 4 hour nap in the middle of the day. What is significant about that? Well the fact that the boys (Den and BIL) were in the basement directly below the bedroom doing construction. Saws, hammers, yelling, and every once in a while what sounds like a shotgun (some hammer-gun thing to drive nails into concrete). And I slept through ALL of it. That is completely unheard of, people. I am not typically a deep sleeper.

This morning I am up eating leftovers (reheated crepes with cottage cheese – YUM!) and then I have to pick up an order for work. I think I will then take a nice nap before going to work, again, to prevent Major Emotional Disturbance. At some point I will write about the hospital tour I took on Saturday… but I’m not sure when. Maybe tonight I’ll have time.

ME’s Triplets….

Feb 2, 2008 — 2:28 am

FUCK. There is no better word to describe this. Not only does it sound like Mary Ellen going to lose those babies, but now she’s in danger too. It is so fucking unfair.

BRU Addiction

Feb 2, 2008 — 2:20 am

Tonight I went to Babies R Us with my pregnant sister-in-law, who is due at the end of May. We had a great time.

First of all, I am getting SO excited for these babies. They’re having a little girl, and tonight I found out the name they’ve chosen! I won’t post it here, since it’s not my news to share in such a public space, but I’m just so excited to know a name. We’re already planning to spend frequent time together after the babies arrive (she’s moving to part-time after the baby comes), so Devin and his cousin will be close.

Not to mention I’m really appreciating having a neice to buy things for. :D I love a lot of boy stuff on the market, but sometimes girl stuff is SO much fun to buy, lol. It’s great to have one of each in the family! And plus with a boy and a girl cousin this means at Christmas and birthdays family won’t feel obligated to get them the same stuff, you know? I think it’ll be good. SIL and I were talking about Christmas and how fun (and hectic!) it’s going to be with two little ones running around! It’ll be SO much fun I cannot wait. :)

SIL was totally evil today and got me to zap a few things to add to my registry. (I had no intention of doing so, we were going for HER registry!) A couple of small things… and a swing. I’m not 100% sold on that particular swing… it’s the Boppy travel swing. Only $60, compact, looks cute. But I’m just so unsure. A part of me really wants the Baby Papasan swing. Sigh. I just cannot make up my mind on the stupid swing.

I also took down some carseats to pick them up and carry them around. Ummm yeah. The SafeSeat I registered for, vs the SnugRide? I like the SnugRide better. The SafeSeat IS quite heavy. Shit. I’ve emailed Kel asking if she’ll peek at my registry and switch it if no one’s bought it yet. (I’m not peeking. I’m not peeking. I’m not peeking……)

Otherwise we just wandered the store and SIL scanned things that she still needed to add to her list. Her shower isn’t until April 29 – date chosen so that it’s far enough past my due date that I’ll be able to attend! Devin might be coming too. ;) It really depends when he arrives (and thus how comfortable I am with him being around so many people). If he doesn’t come, though, he’ll have to stay with daddy, and that soon after birth I am not comfortable pumping and leaving a bottle, soooo… daddy might be coming to babysit nearby so they can pop over for a feeding. Well I’ll have to figure that out later. I definitely want to be there.

I’m getting SO excited for my shower! I’m just… beyond excited. A day to celebrate Devin’s imminent arrival with friends and family. And yes, I’m excited to see what kind of stuff he gets! I’m really itching to buy everything we need, which I can’t do until after my shower. It is really HARD for me to sit here and do nothing for the weeks leading up to my shower… no fiddling with my registry (minus the couple of favors I ask of Kel… *shuffles feet* ), no buying stuff. Apparently I need a freakin’ hobby. I just want to nest SO bad. I want to set things up, I want to organize stuff, I want to check things off my list and make sure I have EVERYTHING in order.

A busy day for me – I ate horribly because between a chiro appointment, work, and then going out I just didn’t have much time to stop and prepare a meal. We ate at Ruby Tuesday for dinner, which was surprizingly good. They even had chopped hard-boiled eggs at the salad bar, for on top of your salad. Yay for protein!!

Good day, good day. My feet hurt by the end of the day, and I of course ate far too much for dinner (I was starving)… but I feel just very happy. I really think I have the best SIL ever. :)

Cravings and Food

Jan 31, 2008 — 6:48 am

For breakfast I just had a 2-egg omelette with a bunch of melted cheese on it, two slices of toast with jam, half a banana, a glass of orange juice, and some water. Do you know how many grams of protein that is? A lot. Eggs and cheese are a fantastic combo. I really appreciate meals where I can hit well over 20g of protein in one shot. Makes the rest of my day much easier… especially since I’ve been craving junk lately.

Yesterday for dinner – and this is all Kel’s fault – I went to McDonald’s and got nuggets, fries, and a milkshake. The nuggets were a disappointment, and this is not the first time. I sadly must conclude that pregnant-me does not like nuggets. The fries, however, were delicious. I love me some mcd’s fries, eeek. And the milkshake… well I only ever order a small, and usually that is too much for me. Yesterday I wanted a medium. And I drank the whole damn thing. Yep, pregnant me likes milkshakes just fine.

The chocolate cravings, they are getting bad. I bought some Dove Dark Chocolate bars the other day at the convenience store – don’t know why, but I love those right now (but only the dark chocolate). I’ve limited myself to just a couple of pieces of it a day, so far so good. I also seriously seriously love gummi bears (two very small – too small – packages inhaled the other night), twizzlers, and any other sort of candy. I am keeping that shit out of my house to the best of my ability (except the gummi bears, and I don’t regret that because YUM). Why oh why isn’t candy good for you? Life would be so much easier.

There’s a first for everything, right?

Jan 30, 2008 — 11:42 pm

I do some surveys online in my free time… I rack up points to hopefully redeem for a pitifully small amount of money. But I have time, I have lots of opinions, so why not actually put them to use. Someone wants to hear me.

Today’s survey was about happiness. I’m not really sure what use a survey like this would be put to. They asked all kinds of questions, asked you to rank your level of happiness in multiple life areas (life, body, work, family, relationship, etc etc), to select what things would make you happier, to evaluate if you were working to improve your happiness in areas. It really made me think.

First of all, I’m really pretty happy with my life overall. I know I’ve been a miserable bitch for a lot of my life (no really – even cutting out the depression I dealt with for many years, I’m a pessimistic type-A who freaks out a lot), but the past 6-7 months since finding out I was carrying an alien in my belly have been freaking fabulous. And it’s not like anything else about life has changed – same jobs, same clients, same house, same dogs and cats. But my priorities sure have shifted. I could do nothing all day but lay here and feel my baby move around inside me and be extremely happy with my life. I’ve become a happy person, and it’s a little weird to be honest.

There are a few things I realized in greater clarity while I was rating things in this survey:

* My friendships are very important to me. I may not have a lot of friends in “real” life but I have a lot of online friends that are near and dear to me. I admit this blog is much more of a one-sided conversation and is maintained mostly for my own records. But the forums I belong to have led me to some really great people. And no, while I don’t go over and eat pizza and go shopping and “hang out” with my friends, we share laughs and photos and information and form very important emotional support systems. They are a large part of my happiness.

* I understand now that my ideal job is not working from home. I used to think it was. But you know what? It doesn’t make me happy.

* Money does make me happy. Not having it, but spending it on the house. There were these questions like “Would you pay $10,000 to be prettier?” And I was all like, “Ummm, gimme the $10,000!” To have a nicer body, to be sexier, to have a personal assistant… whatever. Just give me an additional bedroom on the house, ged rid of the panelling, finish the basement, and put up trim everywhere and I’ll be a freaking happy lady. I have priorities, apparently. So this work that’s being done on my house, it is definitely making me feel happy!

* Despite knowing specific areas that I need to improve in order to be happier – like keeping in better shape, keeping a cleaner house, and organizing my home and work life better – I don’t do a very good job at it. Or even trying to. Hell even the house improvements… was there really any reason that I couldn’t have just painted the hallway or the ceiling? No. Just laziness. :( I know that “rest” and “alone time” and “time spent with my hobbies/things I love to do” are high on my list, but it’s a darn shame that I can’t seem to motivate myself to do things that would actually make me feel happier in the long run. I really need to work on that.

Enough introspection. Time to go read a book before bed…. if I can manage to get into a comfortable enough reading position.

“Exercise”

Jan 30, 2008 — 8:38 am

Let me just go over a few somewhat unique pregnancy exercises I find myself doing daily. Maybe some people do these as a matter-of-course, I don’t know… but I didn’t!

The Scoot-n-Slide. When I’m in bed and need to get up, this is never as simple as just swinging my legs out of bed and standing up. No, this requires swinging my legs over the side, then scooting my ass across the mattress until I’m practically falling off the edge. Then I lean forward to balance the weight over my feet, and only then can I stand up. Sometimes I mess this one up and find myself sitting in bed flailing my arms and legs uselessly. Den tries very hard not to laugh at me.

The squat. This usually occurs after a pause, sometimes a swear. Drop something? Need to pick something up or put it down? Bending over is a surefire way to strain my back, make me dizzy, and give me heartburn all at once. So it’s time for the squat. (Which is great, because I’m supposed to be spending time squatting according to my Bradley class!) Getting up is fun because I have to push my butt up first, sticking it up in the air, and let the rest of my body (ie, the belly) follow. I must look so great at work, doing this every 5 minutes!

The Situp. There are some things one takes for granted, and one of those things was the ability to sit up. Whether I’m laying down in bed or simply propped nearly upright with a small mountain of pillows, leaning forward and sitting up is… a challenge. This has been going on for months now, since my stomach muscles started getting very weak very quickly! But it’s worse now that I have this big belly to contend with. Last night I was propped up with pillows and I was rearranging the blankets on my lap so I could have a nice spot to put my laptop – which I had left sitting by my legs. So I’m sitting there, fixing the blankets, leaning this way and that to get everything adjusted. I flop back into my pillow for a breather. Then I give a grunt, stretch my arms out and flail around a little, and slowly sit back up in order to reach forward and grab my laptop… pull it onto my lap… then flop back into the pillows with a large exhale. Den was watching me and didn’t even bother to cover his laugh. I must look pretty darn funny!

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Devin got some gifts in the mail yesterday! It’s just so exciting, I get giddy. :D

A forum friend of mine gave us some stuff she finds really useful: a 9m zippered sleeper (for when they “get to that wiggly age,” she said, lol), a mesh feeder that she uses all the time for her twins, some ring links to attach the feeder to the stroller (or toys or whatever), some lavender lotion and bath wash, saline drops, and gas drops. :D

And then from that same forum I got my shower swap gift! (Those of us who participated in the shower swap got assigned one person to buy a shower gift for.) She got us the Sassy Mirror that babies seem to like so much, and a tube of lansinoh cream (which will come in handy, I am sure!!).

I do have another shower swap gift from another forum’s swap, but for that one we’re all waiting to open it at the same time! So I have to just sit here with an unopened box taunting me. Now whose idea was this, KEL? :P

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