So as I was in the car headed to the hospital, apologizing to Richard, I notice that instead of going straight to the hospital, he makes a right down the main road. I don't question it because I am in the middle of a contraction. I realize that the time that he is taking the long way to the hospital!!! Not the quick straight shot that will take about 5 minutes at 1:00 am, he takes the longer, 15 minute route. I hear him say to himself, I don't know why I went this way. In the mean time I am holding on to the console and my pillow for dear life. The pain is SO BAD! I hope and pray that these are contractions because if these are the fake Braxton Hicks, I just don't know what I'm going to do.
On the way from my house to the hospital, I have 4 more contractions. I no longer am apologizing to Richard about the baby being born on his birthday, I am telling myself that we are almost there, just a little while longer and praying that he will go faster and run lights and drive like a mad man. (Which is what he said he would do, and I am quite proud of him that he managed to keep cool during this whole time)
We finally make it to the hospital. I tell him to go to the ER. I'm watching the parking lot as well pull in and there is only one parking spot open. I hope that its not crowded, I don't want to be the pregnant lady having to be wheeled in in labor like you see in the movies, that would be embarrassing. Richard however would tell you that he asked if I wanted him to drop me off at the entrance and he could park later, and that I growled and told him to park, I don't even remember this question being asked LOL. We park. I get the car door open and a contraction hits. I grab onto the only thing I can to help with the pain...the car door. Richard comes around to help me out. I'm holding onto the car for dear life and he grabs my arm not realizing I'm in the middle of a contraction and starts to pull me out of the car. Now in his defense, he didn't know, and for weeks prior I had been having trouble getting out of my car without help. Being forcefully moved in the middle of a contraction is no fun, let me tell you!!! I immediately start crying and screaming in pain. We wait till the contraction passes and I get out of the car with his help as fast as I can. Its the only way that I would be able to without triggering another contraction.
We make it across the parking lot and inside the ER slowly, but no contractions. Inside we go to the check in desk. I had already made it a point to preregister, so I know that won't be an issue, but problem is, there is no one at the desk, no bell to ring or anything. Richard starts pacing in front of every door and window in the ER hoping that someone will see him and come help us. Finally someone does and he tells them I'm in labor. she asks my name, birthday, social, Dr. name, etc. FINALLY after getting the third degree from this woman, I'm wheeled to L&D. The woman pushing the chair is going so fast, that I know Richard has a hard time keeping up because it literally seems like she is running the halls. In the elevator, another contraction...,up to L&D and to the exam room, another contraction. Getting out of the wheelchair to the table, another contraction. They are coming so fast at this point, I can't hardly move. The nurse tells me to get undressed, put on the robe and she is going to hook me to monitors and check me to see if I am in labor. I remember telling her that they have to be contractions otherwise I just don't know what I am going to do.
I try to get undressed and into the bed so that she can check me, but the contractions are just so painful, I can't catch my breath. I finally manage with Richard's help and get on the table, and hooked to the monitors. The nurse comes back..yup contractions! THANK YOU LORD JESUS IN HEAVEN!!! She checks me...7 CM!!! I made it to 7 cm ALL BY MYSELF WITH NO PAIN MEDS!! I am so excited, I tell that to the nurse and to Richard, I just can't contain my happiness among all that pain.
I had been playing with the idea for a few months that I wanted to go without meds for as long as I could stand it, but I never told this to Richard, I knew he would veto it, but as it turns out, I got what I wanted.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Birth Story part 2
So while I was working the contractions pretty much completely stop. I don't have one unless I get up to go to the bathroom or get a drink. They don't increase in intensity, they are still about a minute and a half. I get through work, with no problems. The contractions are about an hour apart if not more if I can even call it that.
Since the next day is Richard's birthday his parents and sister come over to give him his presents. So they get here about 6:30 and I am sitting there talking to them and Richard and I have another contraction. No biggie, they haven't been consistent since that morning. About 30 minutes later, we are still talking and here comes another. I begin to think that its kinda weird especially since about 10 that morning, they haven't been regular.
About 7 Richard runs out to get a pizza. The contractions at this time are still about 30 minutes apart. About 9 we go to bed. Richard falls asleep, but my contractions are coming closer together, about 20 minutes. Of course since they are pretty strong, I can't sleep. I have the computer next to the bed on contractionmaster.com and am timing the contractions. They are about 15 minutes apart by that time. I can't stand laying in the bed anymore so I move to the floor so that I can move around better and try to find a position that would help me find some relief. It doesn't happen. I move the computer and myself to the couch in the living room.
I find that lying on my side curled into as much of a ball as I can with a super huge belly in the way, really helps the pain. By this time its about 11. The contractions start coming about 5-7 minutes apart, are a minute and a half to 2 minutes long, and I know that there is no way that I would be able to walk or talk through them, I can barely breathe through them. I start to think, OK if these last like this for an hour, then I can go to the hospital. My doctor had told me that if the contractions were 5 minutes apart, over a minute long for an hour, and I could not talk, walk or breathe through them, then that's when I needed to go to the hospital.
Almost an hour passes, its now 12:00 am on the 24th and I can't stand it anymore. I need help. I try to get up and I can't without a contraction hitting. I try to start screaming for Richard....literally screaming....and he doesn't hear me. I'm no longer being quiet about the contractions, there is no way I could be anymore.
I finally realize that there is no hope for me ever getting to the hospital if I don't somehow get up and get Richard up and get him out the door. Still trying to move, a contraction hits with every move I make, every step, every breath I take. I make it to the room and tell Richard we need to go. He says OK and goes back to sleep. I try again, he says OK and falls back asleep. I go to tell him a third time and a contraction hits. I don't hold back with the moaning and growling as he puts it. That finally gets his attention. He jumps out of bed tries to comfort me by rubbing my back and then suddenly realizes that I am in so much pain, and the contractions are coming so fast that he needs to take his focus off me and get moving.....and fast.
Somehow I pack the rest of the bag with the last minute things and we make it to the car and start to head out at about 12:30.
All I can think of and all that I can tell Richard the whole way to the hospital is that I am sorry, sooo very sorry. We are going to have a baby today, and its going to be on his birthday, and I'm so sorry about it.
Since the next day is Richard's birthday his parents and sister come over to give him his presents. So they get here about 6:30 and I am sitting there talking to them and Richard and I have another contraction. No biggie, they haven't been consistent since that morning. About 30 minutes later, we are still talking and here comes another. I begin to think that its kinda weird especially since about 10 that morning, they haven't been regular.
About 7 Richard runs out to get a pizza. The contractions at this time are still about 30 minutes apart. About 9 we go to bed. Richard falls asleep, but my contractions are coming closer together, about 20 minutes. Of course since they are pretty strong, I can't sleep. I have the computer next to the bed on contractionmaster.com and am timing the contractions. They are about 15 minutes apart by that time. I can't stand laying in the bed anymore so I move to the floor so that I can move around better and try to find a position that would help me find some relief. It doesn't happen. I move the computer and myself to the couch in the living room.
I find that lying on my side curled into as much of a ball as I can with a super huge belly in the way, really helps the pain. By this time its about 11. The contractions start coming about 5-7 minutes apart, are a minute and a half to 2 minutes long, and I know that there is no way that I would be able to walk or talk through them, I can barely breathe through them. I start to think, OK if these last like this for an hour, then I can go to the hospital. My doctor had told me that if the contractions were 5 minutes apart, over a minute long for an hour, and I could not talk, walk or breathe through them, then that's when I needed to go to the hospital.
Almost an hour passes, its now 12:00 am on the 24th and I can't stand it anymore. I need help. I try to get up and I can't without a contraction hitting. I try to start screaming for Richard....literally screaming....and he doesn't hear me. I'm no longer being quiet about the contractions, there is no way I could be anymore.
I finally realize that there is no hope for me ever getting to the hospital if I don't somehow get up and get Richard up and get him out the door. Still trying to move, a contraction hits with every move I make, every step, every breath I take. I make it to the room and tell Richard we need to go. He says OK and goes back to sleep. I try again, he says OK and falls back asleep. I go to tell him a third time and a contraction hits. I don't hold back with the moaning and growling as he puts it. That finally gets his attention. He jumps out of bed tries to comfort me by rubbing my back and then suddenly realizes that I am in so much pain, and the contractions are coming so fast that he needs to take his focus off me and get moving.....and fast.
Somehow I pack the rest of the bag with the last minute things and we make it to the car and start to head out at about 12:30.
All I can think of and all that I can tell Richard the whole way to the hospital is that I am sorry, sooo very sorry. We are going to have a baby today, and its going to be on his birthday, and I'm so sorry about it.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Birth Story part 1
Early Saturday morning on the 23rd, I woke up about 3:00 am just like any other morning having to go to the bathroom. Nothing unusual there. I got back to bed and all of a sudden a contraction hit me like a ton of bricks. It literally knocked me over on the bed it hurt so bad. At the time I figured that I had just twisted wrong getting back in to the bed because between the basket of clothes on one side and the bassinet on the other there was a very small spot for me to climb back in and being as large as I was, it was quite a feat on a normal night.
After that painful thing, I was wide awake so I decided to go get the computer and play a couple games of solitaire. As I was playing the games the painful twinges happened twice more. I normally wouldn't have thought anything of it but something in the back of my mind told me that I may want to see if I could time whatever those things were. Turns out I could. They were about 10-15 minutes apart or so. I still didn't think anything of it because I knew that labor would take a really long time, especially since just a few days before my doctor had told me that I was not dilated, not even a little effaced and she wasn't coming any time soon.
So I continue to play solitaire and time the contractions. I don't wake Richard up because I figured that he has to get up at 4:30 for work anyways, and why not just let him sleep that extra hour, because he may need it.
True to form, Richards alarm goes off at 4:30. I hear it out in the living room so I go in and sit on the bed till he wakes up. After hitting the snooze button several times he finally does. I tell him that he has a choice to make. When he asks what that is, I tell him that he can either go to work and chance having to come home right away, or he can stay with me and go to the hospital later that morning because I have been having very time-able contractions. It surprises me that he doesn't freak out. He asks how far along and I tell him that they have been about 10 minutes apart with a couple that were 7. We talk about it some more and we decide that he should go to work and that I am to call him if they start consistently coming at 7 minutes and he will come right home. I am OK with this decision. (although admittedly a little scared that he didn't stay) and he leaves.
I try to take it easy the rest of the morning. I lay on the couch, I watch some TV, play more solitaire, get on facebook. I tell a couple close by friends what is going on in case all of a sudden I need someone immediately with me at the house. But then I start noticing something, instead of coming closer together, they are getting further apart...damn!...maybe its not labor afterall and just that false labor that everyone on babycenter.com talks about. Then I really start freaking out....those things that I was feeling HURT! If those aren't real contractions, but the false labor that people mention, how the heck am I going to handle real contractions!!! Well by noon they are about 45 minutes to an hour apart so I decide to start working and see what happens the rest of the day. I decide to tell Richard to stay at work till he gets his work done that the contractions have slowed down, and I decide not to tell my work about the contractions because I didn't want them to be false labor and freak my work out for nothing, and that if they started coming faster, then I would tell them.
So I spend the rest of the day sitting and waiting for something to happen.
After that painful thing, I was wide awake so I decided to go get the computer and play a couple games of solitaire. As I was playing the games the painful twinges happened twice more. I normally wouldn't have thought anything of it but something in the back of my mind told me that I may want to see if I could time whatever those things were. Turns out I could. They were about 10-15 minutes apart or so. I still didn't think anything of it because I knew that labor would take a really long time, especially since just a few days before my doctor had told me that I was not dilated, not even a little effaced and she wasn't coming any time soon.
So I continue to play solitaire and time the contractions. I don't wake Richard up because I figured that he has to get up at 4:30 for work anyways, and why not just let him sleep that extra hour, because he may need it.
True to form, Richards alarm goes off at 4:30. I hear it out in the living room so I go in and sit on the bed till he wakes up. After hitting the snooze button several times he finally does. I tell him that he has a choice to make. When he asks what that is, I tell him that he can either go to work and chance having to come home right away, or he can stay with me and go to the hospital later that morning because I have been having very time-able contractions. It surprises me that he doesn't freak out. He asks how far along and I tell him that they have been about 10 minutes apart with a couple that were 7. We talk about it some more and we decide that he should go to work and that I am to call him if they start consistently coming at 7 minutes and he will come right home. I am OK with this decision. (although admittedly a little scared that he didn't stay) and he leaves.
I try to take it easy the rest of the morning. I lay on the couch, I watch some TV, play more solitaire, get on facebook. I tell a couple close by friends what is going on in case all of a sudden I need someone immediately with me at the house. But then I start noticing something, instead of coming closer together, they are getting further apart...damn!...maybe its not labor afterall and just that false labor that everyone on babycenter.com talks about. Then I really start freaking out....those things that I was feeling HURT! If those aren't real contractions, but the false labor that people mention, how the heck am I going to handle real contractions!!! Well by noon they are about 45 minutes to an hour apart so I decide to start working and see what happens the rest of the day. I decide to tell Richard to stay at work till he gets his work done that the contractions have slowed down, and I decide not to tell my work about the contractions because I didn't want them to be false labor and freak my work out for nothing, and that if they started coming faster, then I would tell them.
So I spend the rest of the day sitting and waiting for something to happen.
Maternity shots
Oh and these were all taken 4 days before she was born.
Those are some of my favorites. I look at them now that she is here and I can't hardly believe she was in there LOL. I just don't see how she fit! LOL.
Anyway, like I said I will probably play with the color of them a little and make some black and white, but I am SUPER glad that I have them, and I love them and couldn't be happier.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
SHE'S HERE!!!!
Leigha Summer Hughes
7 lbs, 14oz 21 1/4 inches long
7:51 am July 24th.....On her Daddy's birthday! :D
I am loving this.
I will post more later, as well as those Maternity photos that I promised earlier. I am also working on my birth story (which is completely a weird thing to think that I have a birth story, but its a good one I promise....you will get to hear who I punched, and no its not Richard...Oops!!!) and I want to post a link to Richard's blog because his "Warning" story is so funny and heartwarming at the same time, I can't help but share it.
But its 6 am here, and I don't usually see this time of day (except now for feedings) so my Beautiful and I are headed back to sleep.
7 lbs, 14oz 21 1/4 inches long
7:51 am July 24th.....On her Daddy's birthday! :D
I am loving this.
But its 6 am here, and I don't usually see this time of day (except now for feedings) so my Beautiful and I are headed back to sleep.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Sorry for the absence
Sorry that it has been a while since I have updated the blog. I'm full on into my 9th month and absolutely miserable and wore out!
I spend most of my days sleeping, or cleaning one room at a time in the house. I figure that cleaning at least one room in the house will at least not let me get too far behind, but unfortunately that hasn't been the case. I sure do wish this nesting thing that everyone keeps talking about will kick in, it sure would help me lots.
As of today, I am 9 days away from my due date. 9 LONG HOT days.
I know that she could come at any time. It could be tomorrow, but I seriously doubt it. My doc checked me for the first time almost 3 weeks ago, and nothing. Then he checked me again at my last appointment last week and still nothing, so that of course doesn't give me much hope. Although he did give me a bit of good (ish) news. He said that if she hasn't arrived by the time my due date hits on the 31st, he will induce that very next week, very possibly on the first.
I have mixed emotions on this. Not because I don't want to do it...I do...its just that I don't want to be induced in August. I want her to be a July baby. I want her to be able to share that with her daddy. And besides Ruby is much much prettier than Peridot for a birthstone! And I'm so done, I don't want to wait. She is already going to be HUGE. I'm estimating her to be about 9-10 pounds at birth according to my last ultrasound. I am so scared of that. no, I take that back, I TERRIFIED of giving birth to a 10 pound baby.
But at the very least I have an "end date" so to speak. I know that it will be sometime that week, but I can handle that.
I think that I have been having contractions. I can't be sure though. Sometimes I think that I am, but then it almost feels like she is sticking her butt up into my ribs, so I don't have a clue.
But it hasn't been ALL bad I don't guess. I'm knocking on wood here, but the past week or 2 I have finally been able to get a decent night sleep. I still wake up about 2-3 times to go to the bathroom, or just to roll over in general, but the heartburn has decreased by about half so its a little easier to sleep through.
We have completely finished her room. I do have to finish curtains, and I was supposed to do that tonight, but I need a good sewing machine, and my Mom didn't bring hers over. But other than that, they are completely finished. I'm considering using just plain ole no sew tape. I think that may be the easiest way to go on that so that they are completed by the time that she gets here. I know that its no big deal that they are just curtains, but its starting to bother me that there will be something unfinished in her room.
I got some maternity pics taken this week. A friend of ours did it and they turned out FABULOUS! Richard even took some with just him, and I think they turned out great. I'm having another friend come over tomorrow because she wants to take more. But I will post them all in another post. I plan on posting quite a few because I can't pick out my favorites, so I'm gonna photo bomb you guys! LOL ;)
That about sums it up. I think that I've gained about a total of 20 pounds with this pregnancy. My BP is good still, no swelling (surprising because of the 100 degree heat here in TN). Her heart beat is good whenever we go in, she's moving, although not so much kicks anymore, instead its more squirming at this point.
But that just about sums it all up for now. Hopefully the next post that I do will be a "Welcome to the world" post Well besides the maternity photos anyway but those are on another computer in another room and its 1:00 am here now, so I will post them tomorrow, I promise.
I spend most of my days sleeping, or cleaning one room at a time in the house. I figure that cleaning at least one room in the house will at least not let me get too far behind, but unfortunately that hasn't been the case. I sure do wish this nesting thing that everyone keeps talking about will kick in, it sure would help me lots.
As of today, I am 9 days away from my due date. 9 LONG HOT days.
I know that she could come at any time. It could be tomorrow, but I seriously doubt it. My doc checked me for the first time almost 3 weeks ago, and nothing. Then he checked me again at my last appointment last week and still nothing, so that of course doesn't give me much hope. Although he did give me a bit of good (ish) news. He said that if she hasn't arrived by the time my due date hits on the 31st, he will induce that very next week, very possibly on the first.
I have mixed emotions on this. Not because I don't want to do it...I do...its just that I don't want to be induced in August. I want her to be a July baby. I want her to be able to share that with her daddy. And besides Ruby is much much prettier than Peridot for a birthstone! And I'm so done, I don't want to wait. She is already going to be HUGE. I'm estimating her to be about 9-10 pounds at birth according to my last ultrasound. I am so scared of that. no, I take that back, I TERRIFIED of giving birth to a 10 pound baby.
But at the very least I have an "end date" so to speak. I know that it will be sometime that week, but I can handle that.
I think that I have been having contractions. I can't be sure though. Sometimes I think that I am, but then it almost feels like she is sticking her butt up into my ribs, so I don't have a clue.
But it hasn't been ALL bad I don't guess. I'm knocking on wood here, but the past week or 2 I have finally been able to get a decent night sleep. I still wake up about 2-3 times to go to the bathroom, or just to roll over in general, but the heartburn has decreased by about half so its a little easier to sleep through.
We have completely finished her room. I do have to finish curtains, and I was supposed to do that tonight, but I need a good sewing machine, and my Mom didn't bring hers over. But other than that, they are completely finished. I'm considering using just plain ole no sew tape. I think that may be the easiest way to go on that so that they are completed by the time that she gets here. I know that its no big deal that they are just curtains, but its starting to bother me that there will be something unfinished in her room.
I got some maternity pics taken this week. A friend of ours did it and they turned out FABULOUS! Richard even took some with just him, and I think they turned out great. I'm having another friend come over tomorrow because she wants to take more. But I will post them all in another post. I plan on posting quite a few because I can't pick out my favorites, so I'm gonna photo bomb you guys! LOL ;)
That about sums it up. I think that I've gained about a total of 20 pounds with this pregnancy. My BP is good still, no swelling (surprising because of the 100 degree heat here in TN). Her heart beat is good whenever we go in, she's moving, although not so much kicks anymore, instead its more squirming at this point.
But that just about sums it all up for now. Hopefully the next post that I do will be a "Welcome to the world" post Well besides the maternity photos anyway but those are on another computer in another room and its 1:00 am here now, so I will post them tomorrow, I promise.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Week 34 update (I think)
Someone asked me the other day how I was feeling, if I was to the point where I am done being pregnant yet. I said no, I'm feeling pretty good, no complaints, I love it. Well immediately after making that statement I should have found a big hunk of wood somewhere and beat the heck out of it because I kid you not, less than 24 hours later, I now know what it means to be "done being pregnant", and I will be getting into that a little later I'm sure.
I have stated my new job. I actually have been doing it for a while now, but I'm to the point where I can start making my daily goals on a pretty consistent basis. This is a MAJOR milestone for me. I have never been able to get to this point this quickly on any account that I have worked on before. It would be a good thing if there was actually enough consistent work that I could consistently make my goals, but thats a whole other ball game and yes I know, I should be working, but I'm being lazy today because who isn't lazy when you only get 2-3 hours of sleep the night before and a less than 45 minute nap in the afternoon. Besides there's hardly any work as usual. ;)
Weight Gain: I had my appointment today and I asked the nurse if I had gained any weight because when she moved the scale it looked like the same number. She said I had gained a half pound in 2 weeks. I think thats more from the 2 candy bars a day that I have been eating for the last 3 days, plus all the icecream and whole milk (the store was out of 2%) So that brings me to a total of 20 pounds so far.
Symptoms: Last time I said that I couldn't breathe if I was up and about. Well you can change that to I cant breathe if I'm up and moving, sitting still, lying down....breathing sucks these days. I'm hoping that she drops soon so that I can have some relief in that area...although I have a feeling that will cause a whole other mess of problems for me LOL. Sometimes though when I'm walking I would swear she has already dropped. I know I haven't ever experienced it before, but sometimes it seriously feels like she's about to fall out when I'm walking and it really kinda hurts. Maybe that's her trying to drop lower, I don't know.
Cravings: Water and Ice and watermelon. Really its just the ice that I want, but we don't have a crushed ice machine here so I have to drink the water to get the ice to melt so that its chewable. Good since I need water, but bad because I want ice all the time I'm drinking all the time, therefore running to the bathroom all the time. (Hmm maybe that's why Richard told me the other day he wasn't going to take me to the movies because I will have to go to the bathroom LOL)
I am loving: That her room is completely painted, AND cleaned out AND Richard shampooed the carpet tonight, AND tomorrow I'm going to do some spot scrubbing. I asked him about putting the crib together and he said that he wants to do it tomorrow which means that we will be getting a mattress this weekend probably. OMG this is all so cool to me. I can't wait to see how its all going to look.
I'm also loving that when I lay down at night I usually lay on my left side. Well she always sticks her foot up in the air (or a knee, so maybe she sleeps like her daddy) Anyway. This little knub pops out on my right side of my stomach, you can seriously see it! You can't touch it though because she will move it, but she usually puts it right back where it was. I rub it just to bug her. (I'm going to be a horrible mom, I know LOL) But its just so cute. One second its there and then its gone, but wait its back LOL.
I am looking forward to: Getting all her stuff in her room. Her crib is going in this week. Her dresser will probably be ready this weekend. I'm going to be moving a bookcase in there this weekend as well. I just have so much stuff that is getting ready to go in her room, then I can really start decorating it and putting it all together. I can't wait. I still have to wash and iron her bedding and paint a couple little things, but so far its just moving stuff in and putting things away. I can't wait.
I'm spazzing that: 3 weeks people, in 3 weeks I can have a baby! (ok, as much as 6, but still) Thats LESS THAN A MONTH! I am so ready though.
Milestones: I'm done. I'm done being pregnant. Theoretically I still love it. I love the idea of it, but when you get down to the nitty gritty, the stretchmarks that hurt, and the literal feeling like your stomach is about to pop and not breathing, and peeing all the time, and peeing when you sneeze (OMG! I didn't know about that!!! UGH!) and not being able to walk or do much of anything anymore. I'm done.
Movement: We can add that she now moves in the middle of the day pretty much. Between about 12 and 2. Usually its after I eat and if I am sitting. She's pretty active but still really mellow. No hard "ouch" inducing kicks yet. :) And so far only Richard has felt her and that was several months ago. Usually she will start moving after someone who really wants to feel her (i.e. my mom, and a few of my friends) leave. What can I say, girl's timing is a little off LOL
It's a...: GIRL!!!!!
Exercise: AH....HECK NO! LOL. There are times where I can't even get out of my car, I have to psych myself up for it LOL. The most exercise I get is getting out of bed and walking around the house.
Exercise: AH....HECK NO! LOL. There are times where I can't even get out of my car, I have to psych myself up for it LOL. The most exercise I get is getting out of bed and walking around the house.
Name: Leigha Summer. LOVE!!! :)
Friday, June 10, 2011
Commenting
So I have been reading on some blogs that there are problems that cause comments not to show up, or something like that.
Well anyway, I got word on how to fix it.....you know...in case you have tried to comment on my blog and haven't been able to.
So anyway, I think that I have fixed it.
Just to let you know.....you know....just in case ;)
Well anyway, I got word on how to fix it.....you know...in case you have tried to comment on my blog and haven't been able to.
So anyway, I think that I have fixed it.
Just to let you know.....you know....just in case ;)
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Week 32!
I went to go see my doctor yesterday. We had a really good appointment. We got to see Leigha on an ultrasound again, and even though ONCE AGAIN I have some pretty crappy pictures (ones that just barely show her nose and mouth) the video is much better. I just wish I knew how to get it on video on here because its on VHS. I may have to figure that one out. Anyway the tech told us that Leigha has some hair on the back of her head, more than likely all over, but its easiest to tell on the back of her head. She's definitely head down now. He said that she weight OVER 5 pounds already, and that she is already taller than little boy babies at this same age (something about boy babies leg bones usually being bigger than girls). All that I really heard out of that and the first thing that I told the doctor when he walked into the room was that she's already over 5 pounds! I'm sorry, but I don't want to give birth to a 9-10 pound baby. I couldn't handle that. I don't want to know what that's like. I have just gotten used to the fact that she may be 8 (I'm hoping for 7 LOL)
Anyway at the appointment I got to show my doctor my birth plan, and he gave me some insight on things that are completely not possible given our hospital, things that are a good idea, and things that are OK, and some of his reasoning behind why things are done the way that they are done, So I have made the necessary changes and will probably bring him the final draft in 2 weeks. (Yes, I've heard that if you make one of those that you are basically jinxing yourself, but lucky for me, I'm just happy that I'm getting a baby out of the whole ordeal, so the thing can be tossed and I won't care)
Weight Gain: I don't remember what it was at my last appointment. She kinda took it in a hurry and I forgot to ask, but as of yesterday I'm up 20 pounds. BUT since I had just eaten a really big lunch not 20 minutes before, I'm estimating it to be about 15-18 pounds. Which is pretty cool, I'm OK with it.
Symptoms: I can't breath at all if I'm up and moving about, which is pretty often these days since I have been trying to get her room together as best I can. Also I have that pregnancy waddle down pat! LOL. I can definitely tell that she is head down and there are times that I swear that she is holding my hips with her hands trying as hard as she can to not let my legs move. Totally not possibly I know, but its hard to move these legs sometimes LOL, also the swelling has started. Its been in the 90s here and I can definitely feel it. Its not bad swelling, like my BP has been perfect lately, but its just the uncomfortable can't get my rings off without struggling or running my hands under cold water uncomfortable. I may have to make a trip to Walmart to find a cheap replacement because there is no way I'm cutting these things off LOL.
Cravings: Chicken. Which is odd because I don't want to make it. LOL. I guess its more of a "haven't had that in a while craving" as opposed to a gotta have it type thing. Also watermelon. Probably watermelon more than chicken actually. A few days ago, I actually ate an entire watermelon in 1 day. Sad I know, but it was SO good. Doesn't hurt that its my all time favorite fruit anyways, and its summer and there is nothing better when its super hot outside than getting a huge slice of ice cold watermelon out of the fridge. OK, seriously, I need watermelon NOW. Like I'm tempted to get in the car (at 3 am) and find a grocery that is open, or Walmart and get me a watermelon. I won't though. I don't want to have to admit to Richard that I had done that LOL. Looks like I'm making a grocery run first thing in the morning :D
I am loving: That I have a new job. That her room is completely painted (I'll post pics at the end). That I'm almost done with 2 week appointments (only have 1 left). That she's measuring 14 days ahead of schedule...thats something else we learned today too. Doc isn't changing my due date. Something about the accuracy of the ultrasounds during the 3rd trimester, and if its plus or minus 20 days during the 3rd trimester then they change it. (darn for that, but I'm changing it myself. Now I'm saying anywhere between the 15-31st LOL) I'm also loving that sometimes I can feel what I now know to be a leg or a foot. If I lay on my left side, and put my hand on the side of my stomach I can feel her rolling around in there, and every once in a while a little foot or knee or something will roll across my hand and stop. To the point that I can almost "grab" it (Dang I wish that I was thinner pre-pregnancy, because I probably could see it too)
I am looking forward to: Getting all the crap out of her room. I have a cousin who is coming to pick up a keg fridge that we have had since Richard's bachelor's days, and The salvation army is supposed to come pick up an old mattress. That will be all the big stuff, and then I get to shampoo the carpet. I'm super excited because then, everything is cleaned out, and baby stuff can start to be moved in. :D
I'm spazzing that: In as little as 4 weeks (but as much as 8) I can have a baby in my arms. I say 'as much as' because my doc has already promised me that he won't let me go over my due date. I guess that's pretty good since we already know she's gonna be a big one.
Milestones: Can you count head down as a milestone? Not sure, Although now I know that the things that I am feeling at the top of my stomach are definitely kicks and the ones at the bottom are definitely punches. OH!! I almost forgot....I felt hiccups for the first time yesterday. I know I have probably been feeling them for a while, but to me they just felt like her punches. This last time when I felt them, it definitely went for a longer stretch and was definitely rhythmic so I was able to tell that they are definitely hiccups. Pretty cool! :D
Movement: In the morning and evening mostly. Occasionally she will kick during the day, but its not often enough that she does it for me to put down a time frame. This of course has my mom completely excited telling me that she has her days and nights mixed up already and that its payback because after I was born I had my days and nights mixed up. I just nod and smile and humor her because everything that I have read states that most babies move during that time because we're not. That during the day we are moving around so they are pretty much being rocked constantly.
It's a...: GIRL!!!!!
Exercise: Definitely no. Between getting out of breath by walking for even less than 5 minutes, to sometimes feeling like there is a head in my pelvis, to the braxton hicks contractions, which don't feel very good, I'm not doing any more exercise than I have to.
Exercise: Definitely no. Between getting out of breath by walking for even less than 5 minutes, to sometimes feeling like there is a head in my pelvis, to the braxton hicks contractions, which don't feel very good, I'm not doing any more exercise than I have to.
Name: Leigha Summer. I think I love it more every time I say it or spell it or have someone say it to me. Early on, I wouldn't say it to myself. I wouldn't say it out loud. I don't know why. It confused a lot of people because I would tell them thats her name, but would constantly refer to her as "the baby", or "her", or even "it" LOL. I told my mom that I think its because she isn't here yet and it just seems weird to call someone by name that I haven't met, that I don't know. Its hard to explain. It didn't seem real that the person in my belly had a name. Its still kind of weird to refer to someone that isn't even here yet, but I'm that way with all babies that aren't born. My friend had a baby recently, she knew her name right after they found out it was a girl, and would refer to her as such. Its just weird to me. I don't know why LOL.
This first picture is her "bubble wall" Its a pale yellow and will be where her changing table/dresser will go once we get it from Richard's parents I LOVE IT. I love the yellow, and the way I painted the bubbles it matches perfectly with her bedding, and I just love this wall. (You can also see into her bathroom, which is a complete wreck and full of things I pulled out of her room that need to go into the attic LOL)
I won't show you all 6 pictures that I took of her room because it would just be windows and closet and stuff like that and while I'm sure this is pretty boring to people I know, I won't bore strangers with the rest ;)
OH also we have her coming home outfit all picked out....
Isn't it cute! Its the Vanderbilt onesie that I used to tell Richard that I was pregnant (I always knew I would bring the baby home in it, but since we know its a girl, I had to make it more"girly" LOL) Anyway the onesie is 0-3 months, the skirt is 3-6 months I think (but super unbelievably tiny, so I'm hoping it works) Vanderbilt socks and a headband that I MADE!!! I can't believe I made that. Pretty cool if I do say so myself. I was going to buy one for like $10-$15, but I got to looking at them online and figured that they look really simple, so I went to Hobby Lobby and found the stuff to make them. I spent $12 and used $6.50 worth of material to make 5 different colored headbands!!!! I made them for $1.31 a piece! Granted I do have a lot of leftovers so I can make more and not have to buy as much stuff. I am going to make a bunch of them for friends that are pregnant. I think that it will be a good baby gift for cheap LOL. I am totally debating on opening my own etsy shop and making those and some smock dresses that I think that I can get "pre smocked" fabric from the craft store and sew one strip and make my own smocked shirt or dress for little girls, or big girls, or pregnant women, and maybe some of those ADORABLE pillow case dresses too. I'm going to check that out today. I'll let you know how it goes. Hopefully they have the stuff because those smock dresses/shirts are my current favorite type of shirt. Not only do they cover the belly, but they make my boobs look pretty darn big if I do say so myself LOL. :D
OK wow, this is really long and I should probably get some sleep tonight, so I'll stop now. BYE!!! :D
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Cicadas....Dun dun dun!!!
I HATE THESE BUGS!!!
Ugh, they are so annoying and ugly and creepy and disgusting and big and stupid.
Don't know what a cicada is? Here's a pic.
Its a bug that comes out of the ground every 7, 13 or 17 years, and they have some that come out every year too. There are several different varieties. Anyway, they come out of the ground climb up trees and spend their entire day screaming (their mating call, many call it singing), they find another cicada to mate with, they lay eggs in trees and die. The eggs then hatch, the larva fall to the ground and bury themselves in the ground beneath the trees only to emerge in another 7, 13, or 17 years depending on the variety. The ones that are here this year are the 13 year cicadas. Their parents were here in 1998, and I remember that too. It was a horrible horrible summer. I honestly think it was because we had all different varieties out at the same time, but I have no way to confirm that. It seemed like they swarmed you much more last time, but I don't know
Basically they serve no purpose. They don't propagate any plants, they don't fertilize anything, they don't do a thing for the environment except literally freak people out!!! I found out today that they are blind. They are so big and heavy that they literally can't hardly fly, they practically jump out of the trees and fly until they eventually make it to the ground. They are attracted to anything that makes noise, and they hurt when they hit because these things are huge, and they will hit you, since they can't see you. DISGUSTING!!!
Thank goodness they are only out for about 6 weeks but that's 6 weeks longer than they should be if you ask me. People literally freak out about these things, including me. They have people around here that take off work, they take leaves of absence, sick days, and don't come out of the house. That's me by the way...not the taking a leave of absence, but the not leaving the house. Well I take that back, if I do leave, its early early morning, or late in the afternoon because they are mainly only out during the middle of the day when it is hot outside. They are so loud that even if you have all your windows closed you can still hear them from inside the house or car, and there are times outside that they are so loud that you can't hear someone else in a conversation.
So far we are on week 4 of our invasion. Hopefully only 2 more to go. I know that we will still have to deal with the ones that come out every year, but those are OK with me, they don't come in swarms and you will only see about 1 every year, and those are the big ones too, about 2-3 inches long. YUCK (these are only about 1-2 inches)!!!
Anyways so this morning I was outside trying to feed a little bird that had fallen out of its nest yesterday, and a cicada landed on my back. (I had back surgery several years ago, so my back is pretty much numb)I did not know this. It wasn't screaming, I had no clue it was there. So anyway, i finished trying to feed the bird, and came inside and sat on the couch to play on the computer for a while before starting my chores. Thats when I heard it. The dreaded screaming noise. It was super loud and right near my ear. I hoped and prayed that the back door was open and there was one on the screen, but no such luck. I felt all up and down my back, nothing, in my hair, nothing, looked at my legs and on the couch and floor and on the clothes that are hanging to dry in the doorway, nothing. Then I went to brush off my sides. Of course it started screaming again, I started screaming (like blood curdling freak out the neighbors so they call the cops without first checking on you kind of a scream)
This thing took off flying across the living room and landed on the back of the loveseat. I'm still freaking out at this point, I start looking for, searching for anything thats out and within reach that I can use for a bug spray that may kill it. Then I think of a fly swatter thats in the kitchen. I grab it, walk to the loveseat, and smack the crap out of that sucker. I hit this thing so hard that I bent the handle of my swatter....and it still wasn't dead!! So I hit it over and over and over. Then I put a glass over it LOL. So yes, at this very moment in my living room my couch is pulled away from the wall and there is a glass upside down on the floor covering a cicada, you know, just in case it isn't dead) and it will all remain there till Richard can come home and get this thing outside.
OMG, I have completely grossed myself out talking about these things. Probably you too, which is understandable. So now that I have gone completely creepy, here are a couple of videos that I found that have their screams so you can maybe understand just a little about what most of us Southerners are dealing with right about now. Enjoy!!!
Cicadas in Nashville
Cicada sounds
Ugh, they are so annoying and ugly and creepy and disgusting and big and stupid.
Don't know what a cicada is? Here's a pic.
Its a bug that comes out of the ground every 7, 13 or 17 years, and they have some that come out every year too. There are several different varieties. Anyway, they come out of the ground climb up trees and spend their entire day screaming (their mating call, many call it singing), they find another cicada to mate with, they lay eggs in trees and die. The eggs then hatch, the larva fall to the ground and bury themselves in the ground beneath the trees only to emerge in another 7, 13, or 17 years depending on the variety. The ones that are here this year are the 13 year cicadas. Their parents were here in 1998, and I remember that too. It was a horrible horrible summer. I honestly think it was because we had all different varieties out at the same time, but I have no way to confirm that. It seemed like they swarmed you much more last time, but I don't know
Basically they serve no purpose. They don't propagate any plants, they don't fertilize anything, they don't do a thing for the environment except literally freak people out!!! I found out today that they are blind. They are so big and heavy that they literally can't hardly fly, they practically jump out of the trees and fly until they eventually make it to the ground. They are attracted to anything that makes noise, and they hurt when they hit because these things are huge, and they will hit you, since they can't see you. DISGUSTING!!!
Thank goodness they are only out for about 6 weeks but that's 6 weeks longer than they should be if you ask me. People literally freak out about these things, including me. They have people around here that take off work, they take leaves of absence, sick days, and don't come out of the house. That's me by the way...not the taking a leave of absence, but the not leaving the house. Well I take that back, if I do leave, its early early morning, or late in the afternoon because they are mainly only out during the middle of the day when it is hot outside. They are so loud that even if you have all your windows closed you can still hear them from inside the house or car, and there are times outside that they are so loud that you can't hear someone else in a conversation.
So far we are on week 4 of our invasion. Hopefully only 2 more to go. I know that we will still have to deal with the ones that come out every year, but those are OK with me, they don't come in swarms and you will only see about 1 every year, and those are the big ones too, about 2-3 inches long. YUCK (these are only about 1-2 inches)!!!
Anyways so this morning I was outside trying to feed a little bird that had fallen out of its nest yesterday, and a cicada landed on my back. (I had back surgery several years ago, so my back is pretty much numb)I did not know this. It wasn't screaming, I had no clue it was there. So anyway, i finished trying to feed the bird, and came inside and sat on the couch to play on the computer for a while before starting my chores. Thats when I heard it. The dreaded screaming noise. It was super loud and right near my ear. I hoped and prayed that the back door was open and there was one on the screen, but no such luck. I felt all up and down my back, nothing, in my hair, nothing, looked at my legs and on the couch and floor and on the clothes that are hanging to dry in the doorway, nothing. Then I went to brush off my sides. Of course it started screaming again, I started screaming (like blood curdling freak out the neighbors so they call the cops without first checking on you kind of a scream)
This thing took off flying across the living room and landed on the back of the loveseat. I'm still freaking out at this point, I start looking for, searching for anything thats out and within reach that I can use for a bug spray that may kill it. Then I think of a fly swatter thats in the kitchen. I grab it, walk to the loveseat, and smack the crap out of that sucker. I hit this thing so hard that I bent the handle of my swatter....and it still wasn't dead!! So I hit it over and over and over. Then I put a glass over it LOL. So yes, at this very moment in my living room my couch is pulled away from the wall and there is a glass upside down on the floor covering a cicada, you know, just in case it isn't dead) and it will all remain there till Richard can come home and get this thing outside.
OMG, I have completely grossed myself out talking about these things. Probably you too, which is understandable. So now that I have gone completely creepy, here are a couple of videos that I found that have their screams so you can maybe understand just a little about what most of us Southerners are dealing with right about now. Enjoy!!!
Cicadas in Nashville
Cicada sounds
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