I'm sure you wanted to know all about my cervix in its 38th week but that's going to have to wait.
The Man is at a new project for two weeks and it requires him to work from 4pm to 1:30am and the household is topsy turvy with this one! OK, it's not sooo bad but thank goodness I'm on travel restriction with work and that this is also my last week before maternity leave. Because I don't know how peppy I would be next week on this same schedule.
I'm already a light sleeper due to the body invasion I'm currently experiencing. So when The Man comes home around 2ish am, even if he was Ninja stealth-like, I'd probably still wake up. But he's not. And the pups go ape $hit when he comes home so I just wake up. Bless his heart, he tries to be relatively quiet. And he's so pooped that all he wants to do is take a shower and go to bed. But the dogs act like it's Christmas day when he comes home. So when he makes his way to the bedroom, I say hello, wait for things to settle down and then go back to sleep. Of course, because he basically is my binkie or teddy bear, it's hard to sleep with him not in the bed anyway. I get into bed around 9pm but don't fall into a good sleep until after 11pm. It doesn't help that the pups are like those faulty car alarms in the city. You know, the ones that go off for nothing and just piss you off because they stay on for what feels like hours and hours? Well, I love my pups but that's kind of what they do. I'm guessing it's because the Alpha dog isn't home and it's freaking them out that the "pack" is not all together. At least, that's what I tell myself so I don't give them the boot and make them outside dogs.
And in case you were dying to know, the doctor said that this week my cervix is paper thin and the head has dropped lower. I'm surprised I'm not sitting on her.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I have a soft cervix. How about you?
At least, that's what my doctor told me as of Monday :)
So I'm going into my 37th week. I sleep anywhere from 4 to 6 hours a night, not consecutively. I wake up 3-5 times a night to use the restroom. That is my response whenever I'm asked, "How are you feeling?" And then they usually follow it up with, "Oh well that's great practice for you!"
Well, gee. Thanks.
Sticky Bun is showing off her acrobatics now. I had told The Man that she moves slowly. Before I could say, "Like Tai Chi" he asked, "Like a stripper?"
"NO MAN! LIKE TAI CHI!" I yelled at him! "And it can't be good for you to already compare her to a stripper!"
Sheesh.
Her room is all set. Boring and very pink but all set. I didn't want to paint because who am I to tell her what colors she will like? Plus I'm lazy. Today we just got her co-sleeper which we need to set up in our room. The Man is waiting to put in the car seat but it's all ready to go in the garage. I've packed my bag for the hospital and hope that I thought of everything. Luckily, we live three minutes away so if I do forget something, he can go back and get it. Unless it's something I will need during labor. Then I think we're going to have to just write it off.
As I mentioned, my doctor told me that my cervix is soft. She also said that she thought she felt the head. Let me just write that it was not at all comfortable. My blood pressure is back to being excellent and I'm keeping my blood sugar in check. The doctor reiterated that I need to make sure I continue to do so or else baby will build fat on her shoulders. And it doesn't take a genius to know that THAT isn't at all good for me. I see the doctor every week until the baby arrives.
One thing is for sure ... she's a-comin'!
So I'm going into my 37th week. I sleep anywhere from 4 to 6 hours a night, not consecutively. I wake up 3-5 times a night to use the restroom. That is my response whenever I'm asked, "How are you feeling?" And then they usually follow it up with, "Oh well that's great practice for you!"
Well, gee. Thanks.
Sticky Bun is showing off her acrobatics now. I had told The Man that she moves slowly. Before I could say, "Like Tai Chi" he asked, "Like a stripper?"
"NO MAN! LIKE TAI CHI!" I yelled at him! "And it can't be good for you to already compare her to a stripper!"
Sheesh.
Her room is all set. Boring and very pink but all set. I didn't want to paint because who am I to tell her what colors she will like? Plus I'm lazy. Today we just got her co-sleeper which we need to set up in our room. The Man is waiting to put in the car seat but it's all ready to go in the garage. I've packed my bag for the hospital and hope that I thought of everything. Luckily, we live three minutes away so if I do forget something, he can go back and get it. Unless it's something I will need during labor. Then I think we're going to have to just write it off.
As I mentioned, my doctor told me that my cervix is soft. She also said that she thought she felt the head. Let me just write that it was not at all comfortable. My blood pressure is back to being excellent and I'm keeping my blood sugar in check. The doctor reiterated that I need to make sure I continue to do so or else baby will build fat on her shoulders. And it doesn't take a genius to know that THAT isn't at all good for me. I see the doctor every week until the baby arrives.
One thing is for sure ... she's a-comin'!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
35th Week
Well gestational diabetes certainly showed ME who's boss, didn't it?
Evidently, although my numbers were just a wee bit high, the higher-than-normal-for-me blood pressure did not sit well with the doc and I find myself pricking my finger(s) 4x a day.
I think the (months) of lack of sleep coupled with my weight gain finally took a toll on me and I got hit by the drama truck. I mean, I haven't been too moody or emotional this entire time. Truth be told, it's probably far better than when I used to get my periods. But I was just EXHAUSTED and hearing that I was going to have to test my blood four times a day, once when I wake up, each time exactly one hour after every meal and check in with a nurse once a week ... well, I just thought, "Mother f*cker, yet another thing I have to remember or do on top of everything else?" and I teared up. Then, when The Man came home and asked me how my day went and I told him, I just cried. And I think I was cursing. In any case, he didn't know what to do with his mess of a wifey except say, "Honey, why don't you book a spa treatment this weekend?"
So I did. And it was lovely. I finally had a GOOD prenatal massage (they do exist!) And things didn't seem so bad, after all.
That was two weeks ago, I think. I'm now in my 35th week and thinking about three things:
1. I have a ton of work I need to get done before going on maternity leave so that my boss doesn't think I'm some sort of slacker when she takes over.
2. OH. MY. GOSH. I'm going to be a MOMMY in 3-5 (I'm not even going to accept 6 as an option) weeks!!!
3. OH. HEEEEELLLLLLLLL. She's going to have to come out one way or another. Am I mentally and physically ready?!
Now I don't think of these three things every single moment but I do think about them repeatedly every single day. I also plead with myself and the higher power that, "Please oh please let me lose the weight I've gained. And please let me have something SIMILAR to the body that I had before." Shallow, I know but this is the society we live in and there is incredible pressure. I also think (because I AM a good person), "Please please please let Sticky Bun be healthy" which I do pray for every day.
So these are the running thoughts, among the million, I have in my head multiple times a day. And now I have to get off blogger because mama needs to w-o-r-k.
Evidently, although my numbers were just a wee bit high, the higher-than-normal-for-me blood pressure did not sit well with the doc and I find myself pricking my finger(s) 4x a day.
I think the (months) of lack of sleep coupled with my weight gain finally took a toll on me and I got hit by the drama truck. I mean, I haven't been too moody or emotional this entire time. Truth be told, it's probably far better than when I used to get my periods. But I was just EXHAUSTED and hearing that I was going to have to test my blood four times a day, once when I wake up, each time exactly one hour after every meal and check in with a nurse once a week ... well, I just thought, "Mother f*cker, yet another thing I have to remember or do on top of everything else?" and I teared up. Then, when The Man came home and asked me how my day went and I told him, I just cried. And I think I was cursing. In any case, he didn't know what to do with his mess of a wifey except say, "Honey, why don't you book a spa treatment this weekend?"
So I did. And it was lovely. I finally had a GOOD prenatal massage (they do exist!) And things didn't seem so bad, after all.
That was two weeks ago, I think. I'm now in my 35th week and thinking about three things:
1. I have a ton of work I need to get done before going on maternity leave so that my boss doesn't think I'm some sort of slacker when she takes over.
2. OH. MY. GOSH. I'm going to be a MOMMY in 3-5 (I'm not even going to accept 6 as an option) weeks!!!
3. OH. HEEEEELLLLLLLLL. She's going to have to come out one way or another. Am I mentally and physically ready?!
Now I don't think of these three things every single moment but I do think about them repeatedly every single day. I also plead with myself and the higher power that, "Please oh please let me lose the weight I've gained. And please let me have something SIMILAR to the body that I had before." Shallow, I know but this is the society we live in and there is incredible pressure. I also think (because I AM a good person), "Please please please let Sticky Bun be healthy" which I do pray for every day.
So these are the running thoughts, among the million, I have in my head multiple times a day. And now I have to get off blogger because mama needs to w-o-r-k.
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