So, it's been forever since I've blogged. But, in reality, I haven't felt I had that much to write about anyways. Life is moving forward at a pace that feels like a snail's slow, steady movement. And at the same time, I am shocked that it's already October and Baby P. is now considered full term. 37 weeks. It blows my mind.
Life changes? My belly is bigger. The nursery is ready and waiting. Braxton Hicks contractions now require I stop walking and wait it out. (Yes, they're still Braxton hicks, but they also happen to cause my right thigh to cramp up.) Josh now understands that every stop at every store requires a stroll through baby section to see if there are any other last minute items I need (want). Random strangers ask me when I'm due (and I love this... I've been waiting for this for quite some time!). They also feel compelled to tell me the worst labor stories they have heard (this I don't enjoy quite as much.) I grunt when I try to lean down, sit on the floor, get up, roll over, etc etc etc. I've finally gained the 25 pound minimum my midwives set for me. I have pitting edema when my shifts at work are over- which is actually quite entertaining on slow nights- how many fingerprints can I make in my leg before the first ones start disappearing???
I'm feeling quiet about life right now. Which is most likely God's faithful intervention to keep me from exploding with all the emotional ups and downs that come with the ending of pregnancy. See, Baby P. has been breech the entire pregnancy. Which is fine- common even. At 34 weeks, the midwives reported he was likely head down. Finally! He's in position and we're getting ready. But at our 36 week appointment, we discovered he is once again breech. At this point, it's getting kind of crowded in there and the odds of him flipping into position are starting to decrease. We started seeing the chiropractor every day and doing all the tricks- laying upside down, music and flashlight down on the lower part of my abdomen, a piece of ice near his feet- all the fun stuff. Apparently, he rather enjoys not hanging around upside down, as he's having none of it. So the next step is an external version- this basically involves being monitored at the hospital as they try to manually push the baby into place by pushing on my belly. They say it feels like a truck running over you. Which really made me feel confident as I signed the consent form. :) This is the last effort- if the version doesn't work, it appears we'll be having a c-section.
I think the hard part for me is the not knowing. At first I was incredibly disappointed by the thought of a c-section. Josh and I had wanted to have as natural a birth as possible- he opposite side of the spectrum from a major abdominal surgery. Obviously, our first priority is having a safe delivery and healthy baby, but this pregnancy has been absolutely perfect thus far- we didn't expect a wrench in the works at this point in time. Josh is fantastic- supportive and encouraging and accepting of whatever comes. I struggle with this a little more. The emotional ups and downs of "he's head down, he's breech, he might be head down, oh wait, he's still breech," over even a week have exhausted me. Which has brought me to a point of peace. The Lord knows this baby- He holds this baby in His magnificent, almighty hand- He knows when and how this baby will enter the world and every tiny detail about the coming weeks. And I can leave it at that. At this point, all I feel is joy at the coming of my baby, peace at however he makes his appearance, and tired. Also, I feel sudden, incredibly strong urges to go to the bathroom as this little man kicks and stretches his legs straight down into my bladder. Thanks, bud. I love you.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
I'm a fan of my husband.
I've said it before, I'll say it again. My husband is just the greatest. You don't even know, and there is really no feasible way for you to find out unless you were married to him. And that is an opportunity I'm not going to give you. So, you'll just have to take my word for it.
To me, pregnancy has been somewhat like a second honeymoon phase. Except different. We know each other better and can communicate on a deeper level. We have dropped some of that "try to impress each other" act and can openly bare our deepest fears and thoughts and joys and concerns. And their is a tenderness, a feeling of complete empathy with and for one another.
I have never felt so deeply cared about as I have with Josh. And this is no hit on my parents or family. His level of tenderness and deep concern for me is overwhelming. Tears flood my eyes as I think of his commitment and steadfastness to me and our marriage. And our son.
I am spoiled. Spoiled by a man who truly considers me before himself. Who rigorously guards his eyes, thoughts, and heart. Who brings joy and completion to our home by simply being in it. Who softly kisses my shoulder or rubs my back when I'm tossing and turning at night. Who praises me for being such a good wife when the only thing I accomplished was vacuuming the carpet. Who puts away his studying or fantasy football to ask what he can do for me to make the evening special. Who reminds me of God's faithfulness. Even who God uses to bring conviction and growth and change into my life.
I am so, so thankful. For my husband.
To me, pregnancy has been somewhat like a second honeymoon phase. Except different. We know each other better and can communicate on a deeper level. We have dropped some of that "try to impress each other" act and can openly bare our deepest fears and thoughts and joys and concerns. And their is a tenderness, a feeling of complete empathy with and for one another.
I have never felt so deeply cared about as I have with Josh. And this is no hit on my parents or family. His level of tenderness and deep concern for me is overwhelming. Tears flood my eyes as I think of his commitment and steadfastness to me and our marriage. And our son.
I am spoiled. Spoiled by a man who truly considers me before himself. Who rigorously guards his eyes, thoughts, and heart. Who brings joy and completion to our home by simply being in it. Who softly kisses my shoulder or rubs my back when I'm tossing and turning at night. Who praises me for being such a good wife when the only thing I accomplished was vacuuming the carpet. Who puts away his studying or fantasy football to ask what he can do for me to make the evening special. Who reminds me of God's faithfulness. Even who God uses to bring conviction and growth and change into my life.
I am so, so thankful. For my husband.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Good grief. Where has the time gone?! Most likely I've used it up eating and sleeping, but I don't remember now. I suppose I should rehash some of what's happened in the time since I've last posted...
The day after I posted that Josh hadn't felt the baby move, he felt the baby for the first time. I don't remember much about it- the baby was moving around four in the morning, so I woke Josh up, grabbed his hand and placed it over the baby. The baby kicked and voila! Then Josh rolled back over and went back to sleep. I didn't know if Josh would remember the next morning, but he did. He's too classy of a fellow to dissappoint his wife by forgetting such a lovely event. :) Since then, BP (Baby Pattengale) has been a tornado inside me. These days we can just sit and watch my belly to see BP's movements and kicks. On the especially big movements, I can't help but yelp or giggle- people around me must think I'm out of my mind. Sitting on the couch staring at my belly giggling. It's a lovely time.
We also had our 20 week ultrasound. Apparently, BP is a boy. At least, that's what the tech said. She pointed to some picture and said "It's a boy! There is his ____." (We'll keep this rated pg.) We didn't feel too surpised by that- everyone except my grandpa was guessing male. It just seemed right. We are so excited to have a little boy. Josh is excited for sports and "father-son bonding." I'm just glad that I won't have to deal with girl emotions yet. I have enough of my own, thank you. Side note: I have cried at every mother-son wedding dance I've seen since finding out BP is a boy. At Josh's inquiry, I warbled, "I'm going to have to do that in twenty-some years! (Followed by more sobs and tears and unpleasantries. He responded quickly. "No you won't. Just don't allow dancing at his wedding!" Missed the point just a bit, maybe?)
I have been feeling really well almost the entire pregnancy. Besides being tired and having increased sciatic nerve pain (which was an issue for me even before pregnancy) I am feeling like one hot mama! I thrill everytime a stranger notices I'm pregnant, although I do have the evil desire to answer with, "No, I'm not pregnant. Why would you think that!?" I'm pretty much dying to try that just to watch the questioner's face. Of course, then I would let them off the hook. Haven't gotten the nerve to do it though. Maybe one of these days... (evil laugh).
I'm currently 28 weeks along. It blows my mind that in less than 10 weeks I will be considered full term. That is crazy and wonderful and incredibly scary. How does one make the final transition into becoming a mother? I'm sure it's a transition that takes place over time- the nights you are up all hours holding an inconsolable baby, the time spent in worry and the time better used in prayer, the sacrifices of time, finances, certain desires, self-will, and the knowing that it's all worth it. I have to constantly trust that the God who has always provided will continue. Otherwise, my finite wisdom and understanding will fall far short of the task ahead of me.
Goodness, I love my son.
The day after I posted that Josh hadn't felt the baby move, he felt the baby for the first time. I don't remember much about it- the baby was moving around four in the morning, so I woke Josh up, grabbed his hand and placed it over the baby. The baby kicked and voila! Then Josh rolled back over and went back to sleep. I didn't know if Josh would remember the next morning, but he did. He's too classy of a fellow to dissappoint his wife by forgetting such a lovely event. :) Since then, BP (Baby Pattengale) has been a tornado inside me. These days we can just sit and watch my belly to see BP's movements and kicks. On the especially big movements, I can't help but yelp or giggle- people around me must think I'm out of my mind. Sitting on the couch staring at my belly giggling. It's a lovely time.
We also had our 20 week ultrasound. Apparently, BP is a boy. At least, that's what the tech said. She pointed to some picture and said "It's a boy! There is his ____." (We'll keep this rated pg.) We didn't feel too surpised by that- everyone except my grandpa was guessing male. It just seemed right. We are so excited to have a little boy. Josh is excited for sports and "father-son bonding." I'm just glad that I won't have to deal with girl emotions yet. I have enough of my own, thank you. Side note: I have cried at every mother-son wedding dance I've seen since finding out BP is a boy. At Josh's inquiry, I warbled, "I'm going to have to do that in twenty-some years! (Followed by more sobs and tears and unpleasantries. He responded quickly. "No you won't. Just don't allow dancing at his wedding!" Missed the point just a bit, maybe?)
I have been feeling really well almost the entire pregnancy. Besides being tired and having increased sciatic nerve pain (which was an issue for me even before pregnancy) I am feeling like one hot mama! I thrill everytime a stranger notices I'm pregnant, although I do have the evil desire to answer with, "No, I'm not pregnant. Why would you think that!?" I'm pretty much dying to try that just to watch the questioner's face. Of course, then I would let them off the hook. Haven't gotten the nerve to do it though. Maybe one of these days... (evil laugh).
I'm currently 28 weeks along. It blows my mind that in less than 10 weeks I will be considered full term. That is crazy and wonderful and incredibly scary. How does one make the final transition into becoming a mother? I'm sure it's a transition that takes place over time- the nights you are up all hours holding an inconsolable baby, the time spent in worry and the time better used in prayer, the sacrifices of time, finances, certain desires, self-will, and the knowing that it's all worth it. I have to constantly trust that the God who has always provided will continue. Otherwise, my finite wisdom and understanding will fall far short of the task ahead of me.
Goodness, I love my son.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Girl and boy rules for bathrooms aren't the same.
Today, I passed a large stone. Milestone, that is.
A lady at church realized I was pregnant and talked to me like it was obvious. No questions, no hesitation on whether I'm just chubby or not.
In the bathroom line at church, waiting (me- not so patiently) for our turns, we started discussing women going to the bathroom and how normally this lady and myself beat the rush. When I told her that I often have to leave during the last song to make my beeline for the bathroom, she said (and I quote)
"Well, you have a baby in your belly."
While she said this, she reached out and lightly tapped my stomach.
Stranger lady, you have stolen my heart.
Thank you.
A lady at church realized I was pregnant and talked to me like it was obvious. No questions, no hesitation on whether I'm just chubby or not.
In the bathroom line at church, waiting (me- not so patiently) for our turns, we started discussing women going to the bathroom and how normally this lady and myself beat the rush. When I told her that I often have to leave during the last song to make my beeline for the bathroom, she said (and I quote)
"Well, you have a baby in your belly."
While she said this, she reached out and lightly tapped my stomach.
Stranger lady, you have stolen my heart.
Thank you.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Museum, I love you.
I have cried in many places- libraries, the back room of the ICU, the front of the ICU, the exercise room in Shatford, cars, closets... well, you get the picture. I have left trails of salty tears in many unique places.
I don't think I have ever before cried in the children's hands-on section of a museum. Until last Saturday.
A friend from work happened to have two free passes to the local museum which she passed on to us. And my dear husband agreed to set apart a Saturday morning and afternoon to take me there on a date. (I love dates with activities besides eating and movies- he makes my heart melt when he takes me to the zoo. Two days ago he simply offered to take me on a walk while we ate popsicles. As we slurped our way around the neighborhood I felt like the most cherished wife!)
Back to the point. The first exhibit we stopped at was pictures of different types of bacteria. I amused myself for a while by covering up the bacteria names and having Josh guess what they were. Lame? yes. Did we laugh? Yes. Next we moved to, (Drum roll please!) the children's activity room. Hands down, these sections are always our favorite. Today's exhibit was medical equipment. We completed a knee replacement, used a microscope to examine live cultures from doorknobs and keyboards, opened the chest cavity of a child mannequin (to discover he didn't have a heart- LAME!) and then, there it was. An ultrasound machine.
No way. There is NO way it works. There is no possibility that today, on this random and free date, I will see my child for the first time. I told these things to Josh as he sat before the machine and began turning knobs and dials. It wasn't working. I told him it wasn't going to. Then he had his moment of brilliance. The ultrasound probes weren't plugged in to the machine. He remedied that. He held the probe to his hand. It sure looked like an ultrasound of his hand. "Here Ericka." He gave the probe to me. I looked around, pulled up the stomach of my shirt, and gave it my best guess as far as placement.
I was still looking at my stomach when I heard Josh. "There's a hand!" With awe and such a feeling of complete wonder, I looked at the screen and saw my baby. There it is. There is its hand! And its head! And kneecaps and feet! And boy, it's an active little thing in there! I can't believe I don't feel it moving more often. Needless to say, this is where the tears come into the story. I can't believe, on this day that I was never expecting, this day that was a random, thoughtful gift from a coworker, I had the privilege to see my child. (To all you curious people out there: we weren't able to see if it is a boy or girl. I am a nurse, not an ultrasound technician.) Regardless, it was the most beautiful thing I have seen in my life thus far.
The rest of the museum was kind of a blur. I remember seeing a mummy without toes, gems from Brazil, Grecian urns, artifacts from Iowa's history. We saw the largest gold nugget ever found (worth over 3 million I think it was), extraordinary fossil samples, and costly Chinese shrines and statues. But my heart and my thoughts were back in that children's activity area, with that ultrasound machine that probably wasn't actually supposed to work, when Josh and I saw our precious baby for the first time. And the coolest part? The most wonderful and precious thing in that museum was our baby, and I got to take it home with me.
Ultrasound for $7.50 anyone?
I don't think I have ever before cried in the children's hands-on section of a museum. Until last Saturday.
A friend from work happened to have two free passes to the local museum which she passed on to us. And my dear husband agreed to set apart a Saturday morning and afternoon to take me there on a date. (I love dates with activities besides eating and movies- he makes my heart melt when he takes me to the zoo. Two days ago he simply offered to take me on a walk while we ate popsicles. As we slurped our way around the neighborhood I felt like the most cherished wife!)
Back to the point. The first exhibit we stopped at was pictures of different types of bacteria. I amused myself for a while by covering up the bacteria names and having Josh guess what they were. Lame? yes. Did we laugh? Yes. Next we moved to, (Drum roll please!) the children's activity room. Hands down, these sections are always our favorite. Today's exhibit was medical equipment. We completed a knee replacement, used a microscope to examine live cultures from doorknobs and keyboards, opened the chest cavity of a child mannequin (to discover he didn't have a heart- LAME!) and then, there it was. An ultrasound machine.
No way. There is NO way it works. There is no possibility that today, on this random and free date, I will see my child for the first time. I told these things to Josh as he sat before the machine and began turning knobs and dials. It wasn't working. I told him it wasn't going to. Then he had his moment of brilliance. The ultrasound probes weren't plugged in to the machine. He remedied that. He held the probe to his hand. It sure looked like an ultrasound of his hand. "Here Ericka." He gave the probe to me. I looked around, pulled up the stomach of my shirt, and gave it my best guess as far as placement.
I was still looking at my stomach when I heard Josh. "There's a hand!" With awe and such a feeling of complete wonder, I looked at the screen and saw my baby. There it is. There is its hand! And its head! And kneecaps and feet! And boy, it's an active little thing in there! I can't believe I don't feel it moving more often. Needless to say, this is where the tears come into the story. I can't believe, on this day that I was never expecting, this day that was a random, thoughtful gift from a coworker, I had the privilege to see my child. (To all you curious people out there: we weren't able to see if it is a boy or girl. I am a nurse, not an ultrasound technician.) Regardless, it was the most beautiful thing I have seen in my life thus far.
The rest of the museum was kind of a blur. I remember seeing a mummy without toes, gems from Brazil, Grecian urns, artifacts from Iowa's history. We saw the largest gold nugget ever found (worth over 3 million I think it was), extraordinary fossil samples, and costly Chinese shrines and statues. But my heart and my thoughts were back in that children's activity area, with that ultrasound machine that probably wasn't actually supposed to work, when Josh and I saw our precious baby for the first time. And the coolest part? The most wonderful and precious thing in that museum was our baby, and I got to take it home with me.
Ultrasound for $7.50 anyone?
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Pop goes the belly.
They say your pregnancy belly just pops out in an instant. One moment your stomach was flat and smooth and lovely, then WHAM- you can see all the way to the back of your belly button. I'm inclined to say 'yes' and 'no' to this. I'm pretty sure I started bulging immediately after the pregnancy tests; however, I'm also pretty sure this was due to bloating. As far as the WHAM belly bulge, Josh says that happened to me. I'm not sure when or where the moment occurred, but the other day I was informed, "Wow! Your belly really is growing." Yes, that is why I now love my maternity jeans with the stretchy waistbands- they make me feel good. When I wake up, I'm always inclined to look down across my stomach. So far, above the belly button, it's flat as the fields of Indiana. And an inch below that (now gaping open) belly button, there is my baby bulge- sticking up an inch or two higher than everything else!
I'm obsessed with it.
I'm actually obsessed with touching my belly. I look like a fat hungry man visualizing a medium steak from Texas Roadhouse. Just rubbin' the belly- all. the. time. One of my midwives noted (outloud) at the last appointment that, "I look great and she would have never thought I was pregnant." My belly was seriously offended at that point.
On a different note than my ever growing and expanding and entertaining belly, the little person inside is moving- enough for me to notice! At work the other day (around 1:30ish am- I know because I looked at the time and decided to call Josh anyways) I was feeding a baby in the nursery and suddenly had the strangest feeling that someone was dragging a paintbrush lightly across the inside of my abdomen. Baby?! Is that you??? Of course, with me, tears are always near the surface (not just a pregnancy thing, bummer) so I fought back the onslaught of salty waters, called Josh (who was very excited and understanding for 1:30 at night when he had an 8K later that morning), and of course, rubbed my belly. Since then, baby makes his or her presence known several times a day. Sometimes just subtle movements repeatedly, one time I felt a nice solid kick. At this point, I'm not uncomfortable and every movement is met with joy and a spoken announcement to whomever is in hearing distance. "The baby just moved!" Josh hasn't gotten an opportunity to feel a good kick as they are still sporadic enough to keep me guessing. Word on the street (from all the other pregnant women on my hospital unit) is that feeling the baby move is one milestone that helps a dad get excited about the baby. Josh is already super pumped- he's going to blow a gasket one of these days.
On a side note, Josh is going to be such a great daddy! I could list all the reasons, but that would just be gushy. I'll put it in my baby journal instead. I will just repeat, he is going to be Such a great daddy. Also, last night I made him youtube and watch a birth with me. I think we were both completely grossed out. I know they call it a 'beautiful experience,' but I'm pretty sure the only part that's beautiful is actually getting to finally hold and know your baby. The stuff before that? Josh summed it up with "Just please, please don't make me watch the placenta come out." (I can't believe some people eat it. I mean, really, have they SEEN it!? Not to offend you if that's something you did... shudder. I do hear it's more palatable if you dry it and then grind it into a powder. If you're curious why in the world I would know that, you should hear some of the questions other nurses ask me because I'm a "Palmer wife." According to some of the best rumors, I'm going to knit a bag for the placenta/umbilical cord which I will leave attached to the baby until it rots and falls off, tattoo "NO VACCINES!" on my baby's chest, and call my contractions 'energy waves,' as 'contraction' is too negative of a word. Hot diggity!)
For now, I'm off to do my daily inspection for stretch marks (I hear the fairer skinned you are, the more you will get. Combine that with my super dry skin and we're going to have a desert in summer permanently tattooed across that lovely belly.
And I will show it to my child and say "Look what YOU did to me!!!" And then I will hold them in a long hug (as they are probably scarred from seeing my stomach) and tell them that they were worth every mark.
I'm obsessed with it.
I'm actually obsessed with touching my belly. I look like a fat hungry man visualizing a medium steak from Texas Roadhouse. Just rubbin' the belly- all. the. time. One of my midwives noted (outloud) at the last appointment that, "I look great and she would have never thought I was pregnant." My belly was seriously offended at that point.
On a different note than my ever growing and expanding and entertaining belly, the little person inside is moving- enough for me to notice! At work the other day (around 1:30ish am- I know because I looked at the time and decided to call Josh anyways) I was feeding a baby in the nursery and suddenly had the strangest feeling that someone was dragging a paintbrush lightly across the inside of my abdomen. Baby?! Is that you??? Of course, with me, tears are always near the surface (not just a pregnancy thing, bummer) so I fought back the onslaught of salty waters, called Josh (who was very excited and understanding for 1:30 at night when he had an 8K later that morning), and of course, rubbed my belly. Since then, baby makes his or her presence known several times a day. Sometimes just subtle movements repeatedly, one time I felt a nice solid kick. At this point, I'm not uncomfortable and every movement is met with joy and a spoken announcement to whomever is in hearing distance. "The baby just moved!" Josh hasn't gotten an opportunity to feel a good kick as they are still sporadic enough to keep me guessing. Word on the street (from all the other pregnant women on my hospital unit) is that feeling the baby move is one milestone that helps a dad get excited about the baby. Josh is already super pumped- he's going to blow a gasket one of these days.
On a side note, Josh is going to be such a great daddy! I could list all the reasons, but that would just be gushy. I'll put it in my baby journal instead. I will just repeat, he is going to be Such a great daddy. Also, last night I made him youtube and watch a birth with me. I think we were both completely grossed out. I know they call it a 'beautiful experience,' but I'm pretty sure the only part that's beautiful is actually getting to finally hold and know your baby. The stuff before that? Josh summed it up with "Just please, please don't make me watch the placenta come out." (I can't believe some people eat it. I mean, really, have they SEEN it!? Not to offend you if that's something you did... shudder. I do hear it's more palatable if you dry it and then grind it into a powder. If you're curious why in the world I would know that, you should hear some of the questions other nurses ask me because I'm a "Palmer wife." According to some of the best rumors, I'm going to knit a bag for the placenta/umbilical cord which I will leave attached to the baby until it rots and falls off, tattoo "NO VACCINES!" on my baby's chest, and call my contractions 'energy waves,' as 'contraction' is too negative of a word. Hot diggity!)
For now, I'm off to do my daily inspection for stretch marks (I hear the fairer skinned you are, the more you will get. Combine that with my super dry skin and we're going to have a desert in summer permanently tattooed across that lovely belly.
And I will show it to my child and say "Look what YOU did to me!!!" And then I will hold them in a long hug (as they are probably scarred from seeing my stomach) and tell them that they were worth every mark.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
A grapefruit.
According to reliable sources, my uterus is now the size of a grapefruit. I like grapefruit anyways, so carrying one around inside me sounds perfectly great. I can definitely feel the firmness of my uterus and baby human at the lower part of my abdomen. It's so crazy to push lightly on my stomach and know somewhere, way deep inside, baby is moving around in it's little fluid home. In case you didn't catch that, it's SO CRAZY!!!
Pregnancy has been lovely so far! My sister always said she felt absolutely wonderful when pregnant (I'm assuming this is before she would get close to delivery- rumors say she was pretty miserable at that part), so I was hoping I would follow in her footsteps. And most of the time, I am! The first few weeks I felt the same as normal- just craving juicy fruits and lots of water. Around 8 weeks pregnant, I had my first bout with morning sickness, but as my night shift people would know, my morning sickness would start about midnight. The first night I was sick I was at work... I'd be in the middle of a conversation with a patient and I'd have to bolt from the room. Let me tell you though- working on postpartum gives me the kindest and most understanding group of patients ever! Also, they have a lot of advice. My midwives told me to eat protein more often to increase my blood sugar, thereby decreasing my nausea. Worked like a charm! And I got to eat more, which I am a fan of.
After that, I've felt absolutely fantastic! I sleep all the time, but that was true even before pregnancy. The exhaustion has dissipated as I move further into my second trimester. I've had two OB visits- the first mostly a lot of education and checking to make sure everything (ahem... below) looked fine. The most amusing part of the entire appointment? Halfway through the (ahem) exam when the midwife said, "Well, everything's looking good. Josh? You want to come take a peek?"
The second appointment was lovely- the first time we got to hear the heartbeat of our baby. It was lovely. I'd post a video on here, but my computer is giving me some attitude at the current moment. It's on facebook for you curious readers...
I'm trying to think of anything interesting that has happened currently- I like pickles these days. I bought them on a whim, as I am apparently supposed to like pickles these days. But ever since I've started eating them, I want them all the time! They're so cold, so crunchy, sour and salty and delicious! I can't eat them near Josh; he tells me they reek. But they're so tasty!!! Also, I'm loving pink lady apples, watermelon, salsa, and cheetos. So, so good.
I've got to go. Talking about pickles and not actually eating one is driving me crazy. Guess I'm going to need to go to the store for a refill tomorrow...
Pregnancy has been lovely so far! My sister always said she felt absolutely wonderful when pregnant (I'm assuming this is before she would get close to delivery- rumors say she was pretty miserable at that part), so I was hoping I would follow in her footsteps. And most of the time, I am! The first few weeks I felt the same as normal- just craving juicy fruits and lots of water. Around 8 weeks pregnant, I had my first bout with morning sickness, but as my night shift people would know, my morning sickness would start about midnight. The first night I was sick I was at work... I'd be in the middle of a conversation with a patient and I'd have to bolt from the room. Let me tell you though- working on postpartum gives me the kindest and most understanding group of patients ever! Also, they have a lot of advice. My midwives told me to eat protein more often to increase my blood sugar, thereby decreasing my nausea. Worked like a charm! And I got to eat more, which I am a fan of.
After that, I've felt absolutely fantastic! I sleep all the time, but that was true even before pregnancy. The exhaustion has dissipated as I move further into my second trimester. I've had two OB visits- the first mostly a lot of education and checking to make sure everything (ahem... below) looked fine. The most amusing part of the entire appointment? Halfway through the (ahem) exam when the midwife said, "Well, everything's looking good. Josh? You want to come take a peek?"
The second appointment was lovely- the first time we got to hear the heartbeat of our baby. It was lovely. I'd post a video on here, but my computer is giving me some attitude at the current moment. It's on facebook for you curious readers...
I'm trying to think of anything interesting that has happened currently- I like pickles these days. I bought them on a whim, as I am apparently supposed to like pickles these days. But ever since I've started eating them, I want them all the time! They're so cold, so crunchy, sour and salty and delicious! I can't eat them near Josh; he tells me they reek. But they're so tasty!!! Also, I'm loving pink lady apples, watermelon, salsa, and cheetos. So, so good.
I've got to go. Talking about pickles and not actually eating one is driving me crazy. Guess I'm going to need to go to the store for a refill tomorrow...
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