29 weeks, 3 days – Bébé is Size of a Hawaiian Pineapple- Glucose Test – Breastfeeding Frenzy

So, pineapples are pretty huge, right?!  And so am I.  Still two long months to go.  Meh. For some strange reason, I feel really good today.  I know, I probably just jinxed it.  {oh and I did!  I started this draft on monday, and now it is tuesday.  let me just tell you.  tuesday fucking blows. Wednesday also sucks. pregnancy is going to be the death of me}  It’s amazing how you can have a good day, followed by a day where you can’t even get out the door because you feel like you’re going to pass out.  I can only hope that the good days will outweigh the bad in these last two months.

Now for the good news!  I had a doctor’s appointment last Monday.  Now I get to go every two weeks, since we are in the third trimester.  If it gets me out of work early, I am on board.

Turns out, I actually PASSED my glucose test!!   The phlebotomist, while very kind, was incorrect in reading her numbers.  I was thrilled beyond belief!  So no three-hour test for me!   She even told me that my iron levels were fine.  Although they were a bit low, that is completely normal.  She said if anything, I would go on iron supplements AFTER baby girl is born.

I then went on to ask her my list of questions, including “What are my delivery options, if any?”  “Will you be here when I deliver if you aren’t on schedule for that day?”  Because I had heard from a few different friends that there is a pretty good chance that your doctor won’t even be there for delivery if she isn’t on call that day.  I hate the idea of that, but I didn’t want to be caught by surprise “Father of the Bride II” style when some 16 year old comes in wanting to deliver my baby girl.

I was hoping she would tell me that my pelvis is too small, and that she would feel best scheduling a c-section.  I hear of so many doctors wanting to schedule deliveries, just for convenience.  I always thought I would be so against that, but now that I am scared out of my mind, I have decided that I would be okay with any kind of scheduling and even a c-section, which is done so often.  No sitting in labor for 36 hours, waiting on dilation, possible drugs wearing off…  But her answer surprised me.  She said our obvious hope is for a vaginal delivery.  FUCK.  So basically no planning, could go into labor at any time, and it could end up that my pelvis is INDEED too small for baby girl to get through, but that will be determined after I’ve been in labor for awhile and it has stalled.  THEN they could move forward with a c-section.  ISN’T THAT GREAT?!   And if my labor doesn’t progress as quickly as they’d like and I am not dilating fast enough, then they will give me Pitocin to strengthen labor, which I have also heard horror stories about.  Basically, I am terrified.  And on top of all that, I feel as though my body is in no shape to go through 36 hours of labor.  I can barely walk up a flight of stairs without getting lightheaded.  And I know that I should be trying to “train” for this, but my body just can’t take it.   So at the end of delivery, I will just collapse and sleep for a month.  Right?  Right.

At what I thought was the end of my appointment, my doctor said, “Okay!  So now you’ll get your RH status shot and you’ll be good to go!”  I responded with, “Like, today?”   Oh yes.  I was getting a shot.  NOT IN THE ARM, EITHER.  Not all women need them, as it turns out.  Of course, I am in the percentage that would require such a thing.  Turns out, if your blood type is negative (I have A negative blood), there is a chance that baby’s blood could be positive.  There is no way to know for sure unless we did amniocentesis (giant needle in the stomach = no fucking way).  This is fine with baby number one, but if we were to go on and have baby number two and baby ended up having a positive blood type, my blood would try to fight it off, thus possibly resulting in a miscarriage.  So they give you the shot at 28 weeks, and then again after you deliver.  Then I will be covered and they won’t try to attack baby 2’s blood.   Let’s not even discuss if there will be a baby number 2.  Save that for another day….

I also asked her about breastfeeding, and the possibility of renting an automatic pump from the hospital.  She was very clear that I should wait on all of that, since you never really know if breastfeeding is going to work out with you and your baby.  That being said, one of my new-mom friends invited me to join this “Breastfeed Chicago” Facebook group, where you can talk about your struggles of breastfeeding and such.  I was very appreciative of this, since I intend to breastfeed, if it works out.

Joining this group ahead of time was a bad idea for two reasons.

(1)  “I think my breasts are engorged!  See pics in the comments!”   I understand that this is a forum for mums who are trying to breastfeed, and things aren’t always cheery and happy.  But I have seen far too many of these “My nipples are cracked and bleeding!” posts/ photos.  It is enough to deter me from breastfeeding altogether!  Again, I’m sure there are plenty of mums out there who don’t post anything because everything is working out just as it should.  I’m just saying, it would be nice to see a “everything is going so well and I’m not in pain at all” post!   A little encouragement never hurt.

(2)  These ladies fucking HATE formula.  If someone posts something even remotely in favor of formula feeding, if only for a supplement and needing some advice on how to wean, numerous mums will go off on her in the comments saying things like, “breast is best!  don’t do it!”  making you feel like a loser and a bad mom if you would even consider formula feeding.  I don’t like that.  You never know how things are going to work out, and if formula is the only thing your baby will drink, then formula is what you will nourish them with!  COME ON!  They also think you should never wean your baby off the breast.  Breastfeed until your kid is 5 years old, if that is what they want!  Yeah, because THAT’S not creepy.

That’s all for now – stay tuned for upcoming posts on my back/ rib pain and possibly going to a chiropractor (thoughts?!), a baklava recipe that is out of this world, and my thoughts on essential oils that have taken the nation by storm 🙂

I’m heavier than our dining room table, now. And Baby Registry!

27 Weeks, 3 Days – Bebe is the size of a bunch of bananas (still weird)

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So this morning brought on some harsh realities for me.

I was sitting at our dining room table this morning eating my strawberry waffles with our dog, Rory, sitting close by and hoping for some leftovers.

Mike walked by and said, “Oh look, mommy is going to give herself gestational diabetes by the amount of syrup she put on her pancakes”  ….clearly I should have lied and told him I passed the glucose test!  This guy is researching everything now.  I tried to explain to him that I likely have the OPPOSITE of diabetes, like hypoglycemia, but he thinks he knows everything.  So now, whenever I am eating something sweet, I will never hear the end of it.  This makes me want to buy a hot dog and eat it right in front of him.  I know he is only looking out for the baby, but I am going to take his head off by the end of this.

So I’m sitting there and I realize I am too far from the table.  We have hard wood floors and the dining room set is taller than most, so my feet don’t touch the ground.  So I grab the table and try to pull myself in.  Usually, the chair would slide in with me in it.  This time, THE TABLE MOVED TO ME.  So yeah, I’m heavier than our dining room table, which is big enough for eight people.  Fuck.

On top of that, I feel hideous.  My hair looks like crap, and yet I don’t feel like going the extra mile with bobby pins to try to make it pretty.  I have been wearing a white Columbia winter coat, unzipped, since it physically cannot zip around my giant stomach.  I have stains on it from rubbing up against my car in the garage while I’m trying to walk around it.  The sad part is that I don’t even care about the stains on the coat.  How sad!  It’s like I’ve given up on life!  I can’t imagine this will get any better in the last 3 months.

In other news, we have been working on finalizing our baby registries.  We registered at both Buy Buy Baby and Target.  Here are some of the fun items we discussed/ fought about:

I originally had this bedding set on the Buy Buy Baby registry, because Mike had actually picked it out, AND it was pink!

glenna jean

Now, let’s talk about cost!  Any guesses?  It is a three piece set, including the comforter, bed sheet, and crib skirt.  We didn’t even check until we got home.  I about had a heart attack.

$269.99!!!

From what I’ve read, newborns aren’t even supposed to be using quilts/ comforters.  So I get three pieces, one of which will be useful as the sheet, while the other two are merely for show?!   WTF!!!!!   So, I took it off of our registry.  I love the style, but I have to be real.  I’d rather we get items at our shower that will actually be put to good use, rather than just sit on display.

Also, why is bamboo muslin so pricey?  We [I] found the cutest swaddles here, but it is a three pack for $44.99!:

Muslin

And the cutest little knee pads for when she starts to crawl around our floors!  Mike actually found these:

Happy Knees

And word to the wise, the crib mattress does NOT come with the crib.  Those bad boys can cost up to $400 if you want a really nice one!  This kid will have a nicer mattress than we do.

I went back and forth about the stroller/ travel system.  Since Mike claims he doesn’t care, I made a momma decision and switched from the Graco travel system to the Chicco Travel System.  I did my research, and this seems safer and easier to get into a car.  Yes, it’s a bit more expensive, but I’m all about efficiency and safety now!

Also, has anyone heard about this Kiinde food and storage system?    You can read about it here:  https://www.kiinde.com/our_products.php

SO MANY THINGS TO CHOOSE FROM!

To be continued…

Glucose Test FAIL.

I figured I would be better off typing this out while everything is still fresh in my mind.

First off, today started out good.  I woke up right at my alarm, at 6 a.m. which reminds me how I could never work another job requiring me to wake up before the sun rises…but in this case, I was ready to go.  My appointment was scheduled for 7 a.m.   I showered, got dressed, and took my anti-nausea medicine with some water, per my doctor’s instructions.  I was also told to fast for 10 hours before the test.  Not easy for me since I eat little things ALL THE TIME.  But, I managed.

Driving along…driving along…I told Mike he didn’t need to go with me to this test.  I brought some work-related items with me to go through while I waited.  No traffic, good music, good moods, sun was out, snow was melting.  Created a Nick Drake station on Pandora.  Good vibes.

Got to the diagnostic center right before 7.  Signed in with the registration lady and waited a few minutes before Lynn, the nicest phlebotomist ever, came to bring me to the lab.

For those of you who don’t know, you are pretty much required to have a glucose screening test done towards the end of your second trimester.  This tests you for gestational diabetes.  Gestational diabetes is a high blood sugar condition that some women are unlucky enough to develop during their pregnancy.  Since it doesn’t really produce any symptoms, this lovely test is the only sure-fire way to find out if you have it.  Here is the dumb part:  A positive result doesn’t necessarily mean that you have gestational diabetes.  It just means that more testing and pricking is required (i.e. glucose tolerance test).  Stupid pricks.

So Lynn brings me to the lab, and sets a small bottle in front of me explaining that I need to drink it in less than 5 minutes.  The first bottle she gave me was frozen solid, so I was pleased, until she noticed it too and went to get me another one.  She said not to listen to all of those horror stories I was told by my friends about how gross it tastes, blah blah.  She said they switched the flavor to lemon-lime, and now far less women actually get sick from it.

I start drinking, and was pleasantly surprised.  Now, by no means would I ever choose to drink this, but it wasn’t as bad as I had pictured the taste to be.  I still held my nose like a little kid and drank it all down.  I was quite pleased with myself, because I didn’t even feel the least bit nauseous!  Lynn gave me a sheet of paper, outlining that I would need to walk back to the lab at 8:10 a.m.   She told me to read the list she gave me.  This basically included “Do not leave the facility/ waiting room”…”You may use the restroom”…and “If you start to feel light-headed or queasy, tell the front desk immediately”

So I head back to the waiting room and take out my work items to sort through.  It was merely alphabetizing some inspection forms, but busy work that needed to get done.  In the background, Nancy Grace was playing.  I realize how much I actually hate her while being forced to listen to her shenanigans.  About 30 minutes pass, and I’m starting to lose focus.  I figure, this is understandable since I have nothing in my stomach but this ultra-sugar water.  It gets so bad that I have to put my work documents away.  I just sat and focused on assclown Nancy Grace, and kept looking around the room.

At this point, I was starting to feel queasy and quite light-headed.  I got up, and noticed the only two registration clerks were helping two people check in.  I didn’t want to be rude, so I waited.  Then I promptly changed my mind because things were starting to spiral out of control.  I got the one woman’s attention who check me in, and told her I was feeling queasy and quite weak.  She told me to go ahead and walk back to the lab to see Lynn.  I grabbed my stuff and made my way back to the lab.  I don’t even remember the walk.  When I saw Lynn, she assumed the hour had gone by and it was ready for my blood to be drawn.  When she looked up at me from her laptop screen, she must have known something was wrong and grabbed my arm and guided me to a chair in the back.  I guess I was trying to tell her I was weak and dizzy, but I wasn’t making any sense.  She told me I was whiter than my coat (no pale jokes!)

As she brought me to the chair and reclined me back, she told me that the paper said I shouldn’t have walked back to her, but should have gotten a receptionist.  I quickly told her that I did, and she instructed me to walk back.  Big mistake, I guess!

I started sweating profusely through my shirt (gross), and everything I could hear was garbled and muffled.  The room was spinning.  Then I felt like I was going to vomit.  I asked her if she had a trash can.  She said, “you better try to hold it for 20 more minutes, or we’ll have to do this all over again!”  She got me an ice pack and put it behind my neck, turned up the fans in my room, and turned off the lights.  I focused so hard on not puking.  I still can’t believe that I was able to hold it.  She guided me in a relaxation exercise which very slowly started to work.  I could feel my body relaxing, and my head stopped spinning, and I was much more peaceful.  A few nurses checked on me randomly.

In the background at one point, I heard Lynn call up to the front office saying, “We’ve told you guys before, you cannot send patients back here if they tell you they are feeling weak or light-headed, you have to call us to come get them.  This girl nearly passed out before she even got to the lab.  I barely got her to a chair.  What is wrong with you?!”

Lynn came back and checked on me shortly after that.  She told me the reason I should have never been allowed to walk back by myself was because I definitely could have fainted in the hallway without anyone ever knowing, and who knows how long I would have laid there for.  She also said if that had happened (which we were moments away from), they would have had to bring me to the ER because I’m pregnant.  And it’s never good if you fall while pregnant, obviously.  So that was scary to even think about.

Shortly after, Lynn took my blood.  I surprisingly didn’t care at all about that.  I usually get so amped up and nervous when I have to give blood.  At that point, I don’t think I cared what was going on.  She got me some cheese and crackers after that, and proceeded to ask if I wanted the good news or the bad news first.

UGH.  I had indeed failed the glucose test, after all of that drama.  Fuck.  All for nothing.  And now I would have to schedule the 3-hour glucose tolerance test at another date/ time.  These are all things I should have heard at my next doctor’s appointment, but Lynn was nice enough to tell me ahead of time because I guess there is a special office I can go to with reclining seats and TV stations.  She said to specifically tell them that I did not do well with this test and nearly passed out, so I need to be somewhere with an easily accessible bed/ recliner in the event that it happens again.

The only nice thing about the 3-hour test is that the sugar amount is only half what was in the drink I had today.  It’s a fruit punch that they give you, and then they prick your finger 4 times in the three hours following consumption.  She seems to think I will pass with flying colors.  My doctor also thought I would pass this one without a problem, so now I’m just annoyed.  Diabetes does not run in my family, or Mike’s for that matter.  So I don’t get it.

So that’s my glucose failure story.  It was really the scariest feeling ever.  I’m not happy about it.  I told Mike about it on my drive home and he said, “That sounds about right.”  I swear he thinks I’m being dramatic.  I should have made him come with me!

Now I’m going to try to nap for the next few hours and forget that this day happened.  I can’t wait to tell baby girl about all the problems her mama encountered along the way.  She will probably still end up being a daddy’s girl and hating me 🙂