Vast Improvement

Since cutting out the soy in my diet I’ve had a vast improvement in both my stomach pain as well as my foggy feeling head and my attitude/mood.   My stomach no longer rebels and hurts me after eating.  I’m in a happier mood most of the time, which is great for Darling Hubby and the boys.  I smile and laugh more than I did mere days ago.  I just feel better all around!

I’m still planning to get a doctor for a physical and get a good once over, but I think I really know what was wrong.  I had a doctor in mind after a recommendation from a friend, but after calling the office I discovered he no longer works there and that none of the other doctors are accepting new patients (figures, since it sounded like a great office – weekend clinic with no appts and it’s right around the corner)…so the search goes on…I just have to wait for the insurance company website to stop having technical difficulties so I can look.

I’ve been thinking about everything anyway and I’ve come to the conclusion that doctors would end up putting me through some nasty tests to rule out allergy, as most likely the blood/scratch tests would give negative results.  I rather not put myself through all that, especially since in the long run the real test is to avoid the offending allergen and then add it back to see how my body reacts after a few weeks.  I’m just skipping all the pokes and prods.  But, don’t worry, for all of you who are pushing for me to see a doctor, I will.

So, until then I’m going to continue with the soy omission and hopefully I’ll keep feeling great.  Some people say it could be a placebo effect, but I’ll take it for now.  I haven’t felt this good in years (nor have I weighed this little…lol)  A friend of mine (Barbara) who also has food allergies and is currently going through a cleanse to see what new food allergy she has, told me that by cutting out the offending allergy, my body is letting go of inflammatory responses  (excess water and toxins) and because of that there is a weight loss.  And it’s not because I’m not eating or because I’ve cut my calories…To be honest, I would go weeks skipping breakfast and eating junk food for lunch and then snacking all night and my weight was pretty much plateaued out at 142lbs.  I’ve actually started eating more daily than I ever was (making sure I eat something for breakfast, even if it’s just a banana) and it’s all healthier stuff (fruits, veggies, et.  I’ve started eating fruit daily and making my own bread and seasonings.  Monday night I made taco seasoning from scratch so we could celebrate Bug’s 7th birthday.  It was yummy, but I’m going to have to tweak it a bit to make it to my family’s liking.

Oh, I did find some chocolate that I can have.  It’s not straight chocolate, but it’s better than nothing.  It’s Dark Chocolate Dreams from Peanut Butter & Co out of NYC.  The ingredients list is peanuts, evaporated cane juice, cocoa, cocoa butter, palm fruit oil, vanilla, lecithin (from sunflowers) and salt.  There’s no hydrogenated oil or high fructose corn syrup.  There’s no gluten, it’s certified vegan and it’s all around YUMMY!  Oh, and as a bonus, the jar is recyclable!  lol  I’ve been eating it for breakfast and snacks on toasted slices of homemade cinnamon raisin bread.  It’s also really good just on a spoon!

So if you think that you might have a food allergy, I encourage you to give an elimination diet a chance.  I know I’ve already inspired one of my fellow January baby mommies to give an elimination diet a try…she also has stomach pain after eating and has some bad food eating habits and wants to remedy this.  It’s actually nice to have a little support group.

You might not figure it out on the first try, but then again you might be surprised.  You might feel like a completely new person!


A Health Experiement

Since around the summer of 2007, I started having pain in my stomach after eating.  At first it was tolerable, not happening that often, but now, it seems to happen several times a week.  The question is, what is the culprit that’s causing the issue?

I have a feeling it’s dairy, or at least milk.  I began noticing that when I’d have a big steaming mug of hot chocolate, my stomach would start to hurt almost instantly, well, at least within 30 minutes.  The reason that I don’t think it’s all dairy, including cheese and yogurt, is because for a while I was only eating yogurt and was fine and sometimes I can have mozzerella cheese either sliced or melted on pizza and not have any issue.  I also have a feeling that there is a cumulative effect going on.  If I have milk in the morning, in say a cup of tea, if I eat a yogurt or some pizza later in the day, I’ve already exposed myself to whatever was in the milk that’s bothering me so when I eat other dairy it causes the pain to return.

My plan now, for the next couple weeks at least, is to cut out dairy as best I can and see if I have any improvement.  If I start seeing a decrease in my stomach pain, I’ll gradually add in the yogurt, since it’s easier to digest, and provided there is no issue again, I’ll try cheese.  I also plan to keep track of what I’m eating on what day to see if there is any other correlation between other food and the pain.  Over the summer I seem to remember a week when I ate nothing but homemade chicken Caesar wraps and I never had an inkling of pain…maybe I should eat nothing my wraps and salads…

Oh, and I’ve already cut caffeine out of my diet.  I’m only drinking caffeine free Pepsi (and that’s only for Craft Night…I really only have Pepsi then), which I drank all through Bug’s pregnancy and I’ve switched to decaf chai tea and caffeine free herbal teas.  I’ve noticed a slight decrease in the amount of energy I have most days, but I’ve found that I no longer hit that 4pm wall of exhaustion when my body crashes.

If I fail to determine the cause of the pain, I guess I’ll have to break down and visit a doctor.  I really should go see one as I haven’t been to a non-OB-GYN in years…Bad, I know, but I’m always afraid they are going to tell me the worst…and I just don’t want to hear it.  I’m like my mom and prefer to suffer in silence, even though that silence has a tendency to affect everyone around her.

Baby Fidget’s Birth Story

I’ve been so busy over the last 3 months with the newest addition to our family that I haven’t had time to sit down and write out Baby Fidget’s birth story.  I’ve actually been attempting to write this post for weeks and never had any luck.  lol  It’s super long and filled with pictures.  You’ve been warned!  lol


So, the day of my scheduled c-section (Monday, May 17th) we got up as we always do, got Bug ready for school and I saw him off for the last time for the next 2 weeks.  After dropping him off we came home and I had to shower with this antiseptic soap the hospital gave me.  It’s the worst soap ever!  It smells like that alcohol hand sanitizer…my whole body was coated!  Ick!  We arrived at the hospital at 10:30 on the dot and prepared to check in.  I was escorted to a room, given one of the lovely gowns that leave your butt hangin’ out and left to our own devices in the room…let me tell ya, boredom quickly ensued.  I was getting super silly…partly from being nervous about the upcoming surgery and partly because I was excited to finally be meeting the little being that’s been kicking me from the inside.

Last belly pic - 39w 5d
Last belly pic – 39w 5d

It was nearly 45 minutes before I saw the admitting woman who double checked my information from Friday’s meeting and got me officially admitted. Shortly after the nurse came in and got me set up with my IV. After a bad experience with the insertion of the IV during with Bug’s delivery I was pretty nervous about being stuck. I was stabbed 5 times before the nurse got the IV inserted in a spot that didn’t cause me massive pain. This time the nurse checked all my veins before deciding on a spot and she got it in first try and with little pain. That made me happy. 🙂

Gowned and IV'd
Gowned and IV’d

After the successful IV insertion, they hung bags of fluid to give me prior to the surgery. It was practically 11:30 by this point and I was scheduled to go into the OR at 12:30. They opened the IV up all the way to get as much of the fluid in as they could before going down to the room. I met with Deb, the anesthesiologist, who was super awesome and supportive. I told her about my bad experience with the epidural and about how grumpy the anesthesiologist was and it was confirmed by both the nurse, Kris, and Deb that it was probably someone named Paul, who apparently had a reputation for being grumpy and my experience sounded like something he would do…I kindly asked Deb if she would walked me through each step as she was putting in my spinal so I would have no surprises and she gladly obliged. 🙂

As my time to go into the OR drew nearer it became apparent that I would not be going in on time. The section that was scheduled for 8am got out of the gate at least 30 minutes late, which bumped the 9am section back. Toss in a couple emergency c-sections followed by an 11am section that was also late…I didn’t actually get into the OR until around 2:30. While I waited, I had the pleasure of listening to my nurse, Kris, and Deb the anesthesiologist argue about how much IV fluids I should have. Whenever Deb would open up my IV full bore and raise it up to get it all in, Kris would come back in and lower it and turn it down so as to not give me pulmonary edema. They seriously went back and forth for nearly an hour turning it up and down…It was both amusing and disconcerting.

Eventually, the OR was finally clear and clean. The nurses gave Darling Hubby his bunny suit and me my shower cap to put on. It was getting close!

Dr. Darling Hubby

Dr. Darling Hubby

Getting close to going to the OR!

Getting close to going to the OR!

So 2:30 rolled around and I geared up to walk down to the OR. Kris gave me some socks with grippies on the bottom so I didn’t slip and fall on my walk down the hall, and to keep my feet warm in the cold OR. Darling Hubby took my camera and waited in the hallway until they were ready. The OR was freezing and my little flimsy gown wasn’t cutting it. I was shivering uncontrollably and it wasn’t cause I was scared. I was actually feeling really good about the whole thing, despite the setbacks thus far.

To ward off the chill toasty warm blankets magically appeared and were wrapped around me. Someone slipped a blood pressure cuff on my arm and the only moment of sheer panic I experienced the before the surgery started was when that cuff started tightening and tightening and tightening and seemed like it would never stop. My hand started to go purple and I could feel it start tingling like it was falling asleep. Someone had me put my arm down and relax and it slowly started to release. I was thankful that never happened again…

The back of my gown was untied so Deb could get at my back to insert my spinal and, like she said she would, she walked me through the whole thing, warning me when she would be touching me and when she would stick me. It was a much better experience than last time. The medication took effect pretty quickly so Deb had me quickly lay down on the table and soon my legs were feeling warm and then numb. I started feeling people touching me, but felt no pain. The blue curtain was put up in front of me and someone brought Darling Hubby in to sit by my side while they started the surgery.

On the table
On the table

I’m not sure how long the surgery itself took. Before I knew it, the doctor told Darling Hubby that he could stand up and watch the baby be born. I’m actually surprised that he did. I felt a ton of pressure on my stomach and a slight pain in my chest (which Deb confirmed was normal) and I heard the baby start crying. Someone commented that he was peeing. The doctor cut the cord and it was a good thing she was wearing a full face mask because when the cord was severed, she was splattered with blood…it was even on the ceiling. lol

The baby was put in the warmer to pink up and get quickly checked out while the doctor went back to working on finishing up.

Baby Fidget just born and in the warmer
Baby Fidget just born and in the warmer.
Fidget on the scale
Baby Fidget on the scale

They put Fidget on the scale and he weighted in at 8lbs 5oz.  He was 20 inches long and came into the world (peeing) at 2:52pm…only 2 hours later than he was supposed to be!  lol  He was tiny compared to Bug!

We had one more moment of concern when the doctor began asking for something called Methylene Blue.  It seemed it wasn’t something that they stocked in the room so someone had to go find it and the doctor wanted it faster than it was brought.  Turns out that while she was in there, she thought she spotted a hole in my bladder and rather than just sew me up and let it go, she pumped my bladder full of this blue dye to check for leaks.  Thankfully, there were none.  It was just a little nerve wracking to hear your doctor asking for something “stat” when she’s got you wide open on the table.

I was brought into recovery after everything was done. I think they kept me there longer than they normally would because I was having trouble with my blood pressure being too low.  Every time they’d raise the head of the bed, I’d get dizzy…it was no fun.  Darling Hubby got to spend a lot of time just holding Fidget, who was wide eyed and content just sucking on his fist.  It was so sweet.

Spending time with mommy in recovery
Spending time with mommy in recovery

I was eventually OK enough to sit up and they brought me down the hall to my semi private (read: crowded) room.  Since I was the first one in, I got the bed by the window and had the room to myself overnight, which was nice.  Darling Hubby had to leave around 6 to go pick up Bug, who was spending time with his friend Little A.  Since it was kinda late and Bug had school the next day, we decided to postpone the meeting of the brothers until after school the next day.

I had a pretty quiet night.  The nurses brought Fidget in a couple times for a feeding and to get me up to walk around and use the bathroom.  It was around midnight when I got up for the first time and it was bad.  The pain wasn’t too terrible, it hurt, but was bearable.  It was more the dizzy feeling and blackouts I started experiencing that bothered me.  Honestly, it was pretty scary.   Turns out, my blood sugar was rock bottom because I hadn’t had any solid food (only ice chips and the IV meds)  in over 24 hours.  I don’t think it would have been near as bad had my surgery not been delayed 2 hours.  The nurses got me some cranberry juice and I almost instantly started to feel better.  Thankfully, I was allowed to have breakfast in the morning (not the liquid diet I was stuck on for Bug’s birth) and the french toast and fresh fruit I had later in the morning tasted like it could have been from a 5 star restaurant!  lol

I spent the next 3 days just hanging out with my new little man and fighting off the boredom of the hospital.  Darling Hubby had to go to work for the week (there was really no point in him sitting in the hospital room when he could be doing something productive) and Bug had to go to school, so it was mostly just me and the nurses.  Both my mom and my mother-in-law called at one point and my friend Barbara called a couple times.  My friend Leana stopped by Monday night just as I was getting settled into my room and Shannon stopped by Tuesday night at the same time Darling Hubby brought Bug to meet his baby brother.  Other than that, the only visitors during the day were the doctors and nurses.

Family of Four
My new family of four

The meeting of the brothers was kinda what I expected.  Bug wasn’t completely sure of Fidget and was pretty wary of him.  He was really cute when we gave him the big brother gift that Fidget gave him (the Imaginext Batmobile) and he kept telling Fidget, “Thank you.”   He didn’t want to hold him at all and was pretty reluctant for me even to hold him near him.  Of course, he really just wanted to watch my tv…and go home for dinner.  lol  Darling Hubby did manage to snap this picture of them together before heading home for the night.

Brothers meeting
Bug and Fidget together for the 1st time
Daddy and Baby Fidget
Daddy and Baby Fidget

On Wednesday it was better between them and Bug actually asked to hold him.  I love this picture of the two of them.  It’s almost like he’s thinking, “Babies are like platypus’, they don’t do much, you know.”  (It’s from Phineas and Ferb…if you’ve never seen it, go check it out.)

He’s like a platypus, they don’t do much, you know!

I was sprung from the joint, a day early thanks to a slight fib, on Thursday and boy was I glad to get out of there, for 2 reasons.  The first (and best reason) was that I was getting to meet my online blogging (and fellow crochet/knitting and cat lover) friend, Barbara, for the first time.  The second reason was my roommate and I didn’t hit it off and I felt pretty alone in the room with her.

From the moment that my roommate arrived Tuesday afternoon, it was like I didn’t exist and I felt closed off.  She hardly spoke to me and kept the pink dividing curtains around her bed closed so tight it was like she was trying to lock out the world.  It didn’t help that her baby, Henry, and Fidget were on completely opposite schedules.  When her baby was awake and crying, I was trying to sleep and when Fidget was awake and crying, she was trying to sleep.   She always had visitors (and they were loud!) and they complained about everything.  At one point, when she must have thought I was sleeping, I overheard her talking to someone on her cell phone about the fact that she had to share the room and she didn’t like being close to the door and that she only had one chair for guests and a small table and that doctors and nurses were always coming in and out and it was disturbing her.  She referred to her curtained off area as the “pink prison,” but she did it to herself and I have no pity.

For me, it was tough being in the room with her and with my hormones being out of whack and the fact that I was alone and bored, I was already pretty emotional and, probably without even knowing it, she made me feel pretty low.  I’m a pretty friendly person (well, I think so anyway) and I’d hoped that since we both had newborn boys and were both moms that we might just have something in common.  The first day I gave her her privacy.  I mean, she did just give birth and was bonding with her baby and I respected that, but by Wednesday I thought maybe we could get to know each other.  I tried to start conversations when the curtains were open a tad.  I commented on her son, how he was cute, had a ton of hair (he did!), tried to make light of our battle of the babies, tried to offer her the chairs that I had in my corner, even the rocking chair, for her and her company, but all I got were short answers and the distinct feeling that I was unwelcome in my own room.  I was glad that I went down to the nurses station Thursday morning asking to be released before 1pm so we could pick up Bug from school.  I was, thankfully, released by lunchtime…she was still sitting around waiting.

The best thing about getting out a day early on Thursday was that that night I was able to meet up with Barbara and her husband Michael who flew from Colorado to Boston for his work and made a detour to NY to see me and my family and to hand deliver the beautiful hand spun and hand knit baby blanket she made for Fidget.  I’ll have pictures of it with Fidget later on.  We use it all the time, so I’m sure it will show up many times.  Barbara and Michael also hung around for our Thursday night DnD game and were able to experience my game groups’ wacky sense of humor (and their odd dislike of Laplanders…) and first edition Dungeons and Dragons.

I do have to say that Barbara and Michael are just so sweet and we have so much in common!  They are great people to know and I’m glad that I commented on her blog post about a contest for naming foster kittens over a year ago!

So, there you have it.  That’s how Fidget came into the world.  In the past 3 months since he arrived I can’t imagine my life without him or Bug.  Bug is such a good big brother and has been a great helper around the house.  I don’t know what I’m going to do when he goes back to school!  He starts Kindergarten in a few weeks!  Fidget is such a happy baby.  He smiles and talks a ton, loves tummy time, has a thing for kitties and sleeps pretty well.  Hopefully now that I’m back on the blogging bandwagon I can stay on board and keep posting so I have a running record of everything about my 2 boys.

Pre-Op Appointment

My pre-op appointment yesterday was interesting, to say the least.  I had to laugh through the whole thing…otherwise I would really be worried at this point…

So, we get up to the 3rd floor L&D a few minutes early (my appt was for 10:30, but I like to be early) and when I go to check in they can’t find any of my paperwork.  Um…yeah, that’s not promising.  They search and search and nothing…so we end up standing around in the hall for a few minutes until they figure out what they are going to do.  I was actually glad I wasn’t in labor…lol

So one of the nurses, Mary Sue (who told me things are always this hectic – even though the whole floor was super quiet…I can only imagine true hectic-ness.) gathers up some of the necessary paperwork (blank forms) and finds a small room where we can sit down and talk.  I have to answer a ton of questions…all of which would have been answered on the paperwork they should have had since they would have had my records.  We laugh and joke about the whole thing being chaos…

Probably the weirdest thing is that I have to shower with antiseptic soap Sunday night and Monday morning before my surgery.  I’ve never actually heard this before…I guess it reduces your risk of incision infections.

They had to draw my blood to check on various things and finding a room to put me in was like pulling teeth using a fine tooth comb…yeah…The first room was blocked off like it was being cleaned, but there was no one working.  The 2nd room was also dirty…the 3rd room was finally clean…we just had to traverse most of the L&D floor to get there!  lol  I got to hear Baby Fidget’s heart beat (I think it was around 160 something) and she took my blood pressure and temperature and both were good.  The blood draw wasn’t bad.  I don’t have a fear of needles and I don’t mind having my blood drawn…I just can’t watch you stick the needle in my arm.  I can watch the vials fill, but rather not watch the first poke.

I have to be at the hospital by 10:30am for my 12:30 c-section.  I have to shower Sunday night and Monday morning with the antiseptic soap and I have to make sure my hair is clean and I need to leave my jewelry at home.   I also have to do my impression of a Mog-wai…no food or drink after midnight…lol  Well, I can drink up until 3am since my surgery isn’t until 12:30 and they say 8 hours is a good fasting time.

I’m still hoping to go into labor on my own today or tomorrow, but I’m thinking the chances are slim to none.  I tried eating spicy food at Friendly’s last night when we took Bug out for a final family of 3 dinner.  I also tried to kick start labor by mowing the back lawn with the non gas powered push mower…that didn’t work either.  I did some walking this morning at some garage sales, but still nothing.  But, I still have the rest of the day and tomorrow.  Either way, we’ll be meeting baby Fidget soon!

Plan B (or should I say C?) Scheduled

So I had my weekly check up today with a new doctor…she was really nice (though her last name was Hirt!) and I talked her into letting me schedule my repeat c-section (though she did have to go ask someone else if it was ok…)  I don’t know why everyone said I could schedule it and then they all seem hesitant to do it.   She did check me and according to her there is nothing going on…I’d really hoped that I’d have at least a cm or 2 under my belt at this point, esp with the contractions I was having Saturday morning and the pain I’ve been experiencing when Fidget moves just right, but…sadly, it seems that I back tracked a bit from last week when, according to a Dr. Brosnan, I was starting to thin out and almost a fingertip dilated…It’s all a matter of opinion really…I guess that’s why they call it “medical practice.”

Anyway, my repeat c-section is scheduled for next Monday, the 17th at 12:30pm.  Dr. Vu, who performed Bug’s c-section, will be attending.  I go in for my pre-op appt on Friday at 10:30.  Thankfully, Darling Hubby will be going with me.  At any rate I’ll be getting a birthday with a 7 in it.  Bug was supposed to be born on January 17th…that was his official due date…Maybe this 17th was meant to be?

In a way I’m both happy and sad about it.  I really do still want to go into labor on my own and have a successful VBAC, but at the same time I don’t want to be left in limbo to wait and see and find out that Fidget is going to be a big one just like his big brother was, despite the fact that everyone keeps telling me he’s not as big as Bug was.  I don’t want to have to labor for all those hours again just to end up with surgery…I guess I just want to take the short cut and just get the surgery.  I do still have 6 days left to go into labor on my own, so hope is not all lost…I just think I know my body and that seeing as how Bug was so overdue there’s no way I’ll ever have an early baby…without medical intervention.

Here’s a picture I took this morning at 38 weeks, 6 days .  You can see I’m pretty much all belly and he’s dropped…I just don’t think he’s planning an entrance any time soon…

38 weeks 6 days pregnant

38 weeks 6 days pregnant

Great White Whale


That’s pretty much how I’ve been feeling as of late….like a big ol’ beached whale.  I am so uncomfortable in bed.  I can barely roll over.  My hips and legs hurt after a couple hours or so of sleep.  Getting up from bed or just getting up from the couch requires lots of thought, effort and grunts.  I have trouble getting up from the floor which makes playing with Bug and giving him a bath incredibly hard.  Plus, I’m stiff when I get  up and since baby fidget is super low, I’m getting a ton of pain down low.  I’m hoping this pain is helping with effacement and dilation…fingers crossed…

I’ve had 2 dramatic hormone induced meltdowns in the past 2 days because of this.  I’m just so ready to be done with this pregnancy.   In all honesty, I love being pregnant.  I love feeling the baby kick and squirm (so long as he’s not hurting me, which is far too frequent for my taste lately).  I’m just getting tired of the whole thing and want to hold him in my arms, hear his little cry and for Bug to be an awesome big brother!  I still say my pop-up timer has popped (belly button) and I AM DONE!  lol

I’m just at the stage where everything hurts and it feels like I’m going to be pregnant forever.  I know this is totally impossible, but it’s how I feel.  Add to it, the fact that I feel like my doctors are going to just let me go on and on without doing anything.  I know that I can’t be induced or have cervical ripening agents used because of the prior c-section and the risk of uterine rupture, but last week the doctor didn’t even want me to schedule the c-section.

My other issue for wanting to schedule the c-section is that I don’t want to go overdue again knowing that often times 2nd babies are bigger than first ones.  Bug was 9lbs 13oz at 2 weeks overdue (had he been born on time he may have only been 9lbs) and seeing as baby Fidget was 7lbs 12oz according to the ultrasound last week he’s probably just over 8lbs now (probably 8lbs 3oz) I don’t want to run the risk of having to attempt the delivery of another near 10lb baby at 2 weeks overdue…why should I be tortured.  Plus, if we continue to wait, my window of opportunity for a VBAC decreases significantly.  I said anything under 8.5lbs I would give it a go for the VBAC, but as time passes, his weight increases daily and my max weight gets closer and closer.  By my due date he could be 8lbs 13oz and if I go 2 weeks overdue again he can be close to 9lbs 12oz or more.  I know that the ultrasound was just a guess and he could be much smaller  than what I was quoted (say 6lbs), but it just makes me incredibly nervous that I could labor for hours and push, push, push and not get anywhere because he’s too big to come out…I just want to have a plan in place…I guess I rather have the surgery than feel like I wasted everyone’s time laboring when I’m just going to have a c-section anyway…Way to be optimistic, huh?

I do have my 39 week check-up tomorrow (38w6d) and I think I’m going to be adamant about scheduling the c-section.  Plus, there are so many people in Darling Hubby’s family that have May birthdays that I don’t really want baby Fidget to have to share unless he decides to come on his own that day.  Tomorrow is a bad day as it’s our nephew CJ’s birthday…the 19th is Shell’s birthday(my actual due date), the 22nd is our nephew D’s birthday (his mom already told me I can’t have him on that day)…plus, there are various uncles and random people in the days following.  I’m really hoping to schedule the section for the 17th (I love 7’s) as it doesn’t correspond to anyone elses birthday.

Until then, I’ll continue to feel like a beached whale…and I’m sure I’ll probably have a least a couple more melt downs about it…hopefully tomorrow I will get a date scheduled for a c-section so I can have a plan in place…I’m still just hoping that my water will break and I’ll go in to the hospital at 5cm’s dilated like Dr. Vu wants and have a small bouncing baby boy in a few hours without a ton of pain…I’m probably not being realistic, but I can still hope, right?

38 Week Update

Week: 38 weeks

Weight gain total: As of before my appointment yesterday, my scale told me I was up a grand total of 36lbs.  It’s more than I wanted to gain, but I only have, once again, myself to blame.  Over the past couple weeks at game night I’ve been munching way more than I should have…those dreaded slim jims are probably my biggest issue…lol  I’m trying to eat healthier now and not munch or snack as much…it’s kinda tough because, once again, I’m starving all the time.

Cravings/Aversions/What I’ve Been Enjoying This Week: Slim jims are my bane this time around…that and chocolate.

Sleep: My sleeping has been pretty bad lately.  Part of it was the heat and high humidity we had over the weekend.  I couldn’t get comfortable and didn’t want the added heat of my body pillow, so I was miserable.  Monday, however, I managed to get a good nights sleep.  I went to bed earlier than normal, managed to get comfortable and only woke up 2 times to pee.  My mood on Tuesday was greatly improved, which made for a good day all around.  Last night, however, I was up at least 4 times to pee and just couldn’t get comfortable enough to stay asleep.  Despite that, my mood is pretty good today (maybe those nasty hormones have evened out some?) and I’ve been relatively productive in the cleaning and crafting department.

Belly Button and Stretch Marks: I still have those nasty stretch marks and my belly button has pushed out a little further.  Bug thinks it’s kinda funny looking…

Baby: Baby Fidget is still moving around a ton.  He’s very head down with his butt and feet kicking the top of my stomach.  Sometimes when he moves just right it hurts, but the pain has decreased some, which makes me happy.

Nesting: Nothing really new to report…

Appointments: I had my 38 week appointment yesterday with Dr. Brosnen.  I also had a quick ultrasound done to check the baby’s weight.  Right now, (best guess from the ultrasound) baby weighs in at about 7lbs 12oz.  Now, most babies will gain about an ounce a day and with me having 2 more weeks, it could push him up to over 8.5lbs.  But, the thing is that the ultrasound is a rough estimate.  The tech was having a lot of trouble getting a good top view of his head because he’s SO FAR DOWN!  So, according to Dr. Brosnen, the weight could be off 20% in either direction, which means he could weigh anywhere between 6.2lbs to 9.3 right now…In an attempt to make me feel better, the doctor told me about a VBAC he did last week where the ultrasound put the baby over 8lbs and the actual birth weight was only 6lbs…so, it can happen.  I’m really hoping that he is on the smaller side.  Everyone keeps telling me that 2nd babies are bigger…but, I was also 2 weeks over due with Bug, so had he been born on time, he might have only been 8lbs 13 oz rather than the 9lbs 13 oz he was…

Oh, and good news…Baby Fidget is still a boy.  🙂  In the back of my mind I was kinda worried about that changing…lol

Anyway, I did have Dr. Brosnen check me for any signs that something was happening and he said that I’m less than a fingertip dilated and I’m starting to thin out.  He was kinda reluctant to check me because he didn’t want me to get disappointed…I just wanted to know if because the baby is so far down if it was doing anything.  I have been having a lot of pressure and pain, so I’m glad that something is happening, even if it isn’t a ton.  I know I’m not going to get my Friday delivery like I want, but it’s nice to know that something is going on and I’m not going to be pregnant forever!  Anyway, it’s probably best that I don’t go into labor this weekend because our main people who are available to watch Bug will be out of town from Friday to Sunday…

I go back next Tuesday for another dr. visit.  It’s with some new doctor I’ve never heard of before…

Preparing for baby: This weekend we got the infant carrier installed and all ready to go.  We still need to bring down the swing and get batteries.  I think I’ll have Darling Hubby do that tonight so I can take off the fabric and wash it Friday with Bug’s clothes since I don’t have any other baby stuff to wash.

Other stuff on my mind: I still have to finish packing my hospital bag and get it in the car…I don’t know why I’m being such a slacker about this…I have most everything packed save for a couple things.  I also want to grab some yarn and a simple/small project I can work on while I’m stuck in the hospital after the baby is born.  If it’s during the week, there’s no point in Darling Hubby staying with me all day and Bug can go to school like normal.  I’ll be bored out of my mind probably and keeping my hands busy will help.  I know I’ll have a new baby to tend to, but I’m sure he’ll sleep for a good portion of the time (at least Bug did) and I’m not sure I want to get the TV turned on…that all depends on if I have a VBAC or another c-section…if I’m there longer, I’ll definitely have to have the TV on…I’ll go crazy!  lol  And, I’m pretty sure I can crochet with a baby sleeping in my lap…lol

Pictures – I need to take a shower before I take a belly picture this week…I’m just waiting for the dishwasher to finish its cycle.  I do have some ultrasound pictures, but they aren’t the greatest.  He’s pretty smooshed up in there, so the tech couldn’t get a good look at his face (he’s facing my back, which is the way he’s supposed to be facing), so she didn’t even try for pictures.  At least I know he’s still a boy!  lol  Either later today or tomorrow I’ll update with a new belly picture.  🙂