33 Weeks and 4 Days

After I showered this morning, I looked down and thought the following things:

(1)  Shit, I should really shave my legs soon.  This will be embarrassing if I go into labor.

(2)  Shit, I really need to schedule a bikini wax.  This will be embarrassing if I go into labor.

A few things happened during my first labor and delivery.  I was lucky, you could say.  The day my water broke, I was at a bridal shower for my sister-in-law.  It was April, so I was wearing a cute wrap dress and heels.  I was required to look nice, so I had just shaved my legs that morning, straightened my hair, and even did my nails.

I had also started on my every-few-week bikini waxes.  Really, just another excuse to go to the spa and get something else done.  So I got my bikini wax the Thursday before I went into labor.  Again, perfect timing.  Even though I didn’t know in advance that I would end up having to get an episiotomy, I was lucky with that, too (in my opinion).  I feel like the less going on down there, the better off you are when someone is trying to stitch up your lady parts.

My fear is that this time, everything will be the opposite.  Meaning I might actually feel the contractions before my water breaks (if it breaks at all prematurely), that I will have put off shaving my legs too long, or that I will have missed my bikini wax appointment.  I know – some of these things are stupid, but I think I took them for granted last time because everything just worked out so well!

The good news is that the chances of my water breaking early are higher because it has already happened to me.  As long as I have time to get that epidural in, I will be okay.  That is the part that scares me the most, honestly.  How can it ever get easier to let someone insert a needle into your spine without moving a muscle?

I also asked my doctor if I would end up needing another episiotomy this time around.  The recovery sucked big time (again, in my experience, the recovery was worse than the actual labor and delivery process for sure).  She said it would be very unlikely that I would need to get cut again, because my body “knows what to do” this time around, and as such, labor shouldn’t last as long (so she says).

I was in the hospital last week for dehydration and contractions (I will save the details for a different post), but they ended up doing a bedside ultrasound to check on baby.  This was nice because I didn’t get to have one that late in the game for my first because she was so early.  Anyhow, the ultrasound tech showed me the kid already has two centimeters of hair on his or her head.  THANKS FOR THE HEARTBURN!  Oh well, at least we won’t have a bald baby 🙂

WE COULD HAVE BABY #2 IN TWO WEEKS!  YIKES!

 

 

Down with the Sickness

Alright, so I have always hated people who come to work knowing that they are sick.  Hacking up a lung and sneezing on everything in the office.  They try to be rock stars. But in actuality, they are ASSHOLES.  Maybe they love work too much.  Work might be their escape from home.  Maybe they don’t want to waste their sick days on actually being sick in bed.  Saving them for a beach day.  Who knows.  Either way – screw them all.

I am sick again.  This is probably the 4th or 5th time this winter so far.  AND I AM PISSED.  It’s like I’m on two weeks/ off two weeks.  I know my immune system is shot from being pregnant, but COME ON.  I wash my hands and use sanitizer often.  I try to get as much sleep as possible and even nap on the weekends.  I eat good (mostly).  I take vitamins.  I diffuse thieves and purification at home (my husband is now more convinced than ever that oils/ “potions” are a joke, since our sicknesses have not been subsiding).  What the hell else am I supposed to do?  ::sidenote::  elderberry juice is next on my list of things to try to keep my immunity up.  If you’ve tried it/ use it, please let me know your thoughts.

The thing that really pisses me off is that these people who come to work sick and hacking up a lung actually have sick/ vacation days that they can use.  But they choose not to.  Because they want to infect everyone.  And they are not pregnant. And they don’t have young kids to worry about.

I am in a position where my employer does NOT offer paid maternity leave.  I get the 12 weeks of unpaid FMLA so that they have to hold my job, but that is all.  Therefore, I have to save every last sick/ vacation day that I can so that I can use all of it during the first few weeks of maternity leave so I can get paid SOMETHING.  And then, when I do go back to work after my 12 week “vacation”, I will have little to no sick/ vacation time left.  But never fear, kids under the age of 3 never get sick, right?   So I won’t need that time.  I’m sure my husband will be cool with taking a day off here and there to take the kids to the doctor or whatever.  NOT.  So I try to be here even when I am sick, because I don’t want to can’t waste my days (for a good enough reason).

And my final rant about health issues:  Urgent Care VS seeing your actual doctor.  My husband finally admitted defeat and asked me to make him a doctor’s appointment with his doctor.  He has had a cold on and off for about two months now.  He did go to urgent care about a month ago, and the nurse practitioner put him on the same antibiotic that my daughter was on for her ear infection.  I should have told him up front to ask for a z-pac instead of amox.  But then he would have called me a druggie.

Fast forward to last week, when he complains that he still has this lingering sore throat.  I’ll save my “man sick vs. woman sick” for another day.  But in this case, I told him he needs to make an appointment with his real doctor.  So today, he must have been annoyed enough with his throat to ask me to call for him.

Today is Tuesday, January 24.  The earliest they have to see even a NURSE PRACTITIONER available for a sick appointment at his doctor’s office is Thursday, February 2.  WHAT THE FUCK?  What is the point?  That must be why we are surrounded by so many urgent care facilities that are collecting tons of money and misdiagnosing half of the time.  Because it’s easier, more convenient, and they will even have the medicine you need on hand there so you won’t even have to wait for over an hour at shitty Osco (another post for this too at a later date).  It sickens me.  Don’t most doctor’s offices try to keep daily appointments open for those who are sick?  I know Kenzie’s pediatrician does, which gives me tremendous piece of mind knowing that I can take the morning off and will be able to get in that same day, and possibly be able to return to work for the afternoon depending on her diagnosis.  I just think it’s shitty, and it gives my husband one more reason to not want to schedule visits in the future – guaranteed this will be on his list of excuses “they won’t be able to get me in for weeks”

Needless to say, I will be on the look out for a new family practice doctor for both of us in the near future.  I am lucky, since I see my OB every week.  If I have a problem or sinus infection or flu, she will address it and prescribe medicine if necessary instead of telling me to go to another doctor or urgent care.  But that convenience will go away once I have the baby, of course, other than my annual and follow ups.

End rant.  Sorry guys 🙂

Gestational Diabetes

Got the call Saturday to confirm from my doctor that I DO NOT have gestational diabetes (duh).  After three days of separate blood draws after 8 hours fasts, my glucose levels came back as follows:  74, 75, 75.  The normal range is between 70 and 100.  YEAH!  Not even close to the problem zone.

The nurses working in the lab told me how lucky I was that my doctor allowed me to check for GD this way.  Many of the doctors will make you take the one hour test again, or at minimum the three hour test.  NO THANKS.  I know what my body can handle, and I think my doctor realized this, seeing as this was the second pregnancy with the same reaction to the Glucola drink of death.  What I wish I had known in the past is that you can pretty much turn down any test that they want you to take.  It is your body.  Your baby.  If you don’t want to know if there are any birth defects, etc, that is your right.  It obviously would not change the fact that some would still proceed with the pregnancy.

Someone just asked me my due date at work.  I told them April 2.   The lady replied with, “So that means you could really go as early as March 2 if this pregnancy is similar to Kenzie’s, right?”    YIKES.  So yes, it could be less than two months before we have two children under two in our house.  What the fuck were we thinking?

To make things even more fun and exciting, we are going to start potty training our 20 month old.  Because what sounds like more fun than that while 7 months pregnant? I just cannot fathom having two in diapers.   What’s worse is that my husband doesn’t get it.  I think he believes that if we talk to her enough about it, she will just walk over to her little princess potty and pop a squat.  Uh, no.

I explained to him that starting this weekend, she would be walking around without pants or a diaper on.  His response:  I already had to potty train Rory (our dog) like that, I’m not doing that with a human.  We have to be 100% on board with this training method.  Realistically, we should do it when we have a 3 or 4 day weekend.  The good thing is that our babysitter will be on board whenever we are ready to start, so we will have that support too.

I already told him I would be cleaning up the messes out of the potty training potty because it grosses him out.  It’s funny, because he loves cleaning so much.  But when it comes to that stuff, no thanks.  He once accidentally dropped his razor into the toilet, because our cabinet is directly above the toilet (way to plan that).  He wouldn’t get it!  He made me do it.  There was nothing in the toilet, either – just clean water (I know, there are still germs in there, but grow up, man!)   If I wasn’t home, he would have fished it out with a hanger or something, and then thrown everything away (it was a brand new razor – he is insane).

And one more win for momma:  I got my husband to buy a recliner/ rocker.  A crucial component to new motherhood if you are breastfeeding.  I wish I had known ahead of time how important it would have been.  I thought I was doing us a favor and saving us some money.  In the long run, my posture and back suffered BIG TIME.  It’s hard to nurse a tiny little human when you are sitting on a bed or a deep sectional couch.  I felt like the hunchback of Notre Dame after a few months.  And NO, the Boppy did not help me at all.  Maybe my torso is too long/ too short?  Maybe my arms or shoulders weren’t strong enough for feeding on demand CONSTANTLY?  I really don’t know what it was, but I do know that a rocker/ recliner would have solved a lot of my issues with baby #1.  Looking forward to sitting on the rocker and watching Everybody Loves Raymond reruns in the middle of the night with baby #2.  I might even be able to fall asleep in that fancy chair!

 

My Fellow Americans

“There was only one assassination attempt on me.  You had three” – from one of my very favorite movies – My Fellow Americans.  Politics will always be politics.  I will always be excited for election day and watching the votes as they come in, state by state.  Especially local elections, obviously.  Probably because I’ve always wanted to run for office, or because I’ve worked in local government.

I refuse to post on Facebook about the election, so I will take to my blog in an effort to vent about the morons on Facebook.  I swear it was better when social media didn’t exist.  People are seriously ready to jump off bridges.  To me, it is comical.  I read a few posts late last night and early this morning, and it just kills me how dramatic everyone is being.

“I am so glad that I don’t have kids.  It’s going to be a challenge to raise them in the next four years”

“I am crying right now because I am worried about my children’s futures”

“Is this really happening right now?”

“What a sad day for the world”

And my personal favorite, from someone in the office today, “I’m just worried that we’re going to get nuked”

GROW THE FUCK UP, PEOPLE.

Guess what?  It’s going to be a challenge to raise your kid no matter who is in office.  BECAUSE YOU ARE THEIR PARENT.  Hardest job in the world.  But that’s no reason to not have kids.  Things could always be worse.  We don’t live in a third world country where food and clean water is unavailable to us.  Our kids’ futures are what we as parents put into them.  I can tell you that President Obama did not help me at all with baby #1 or how I have raised her up to this point, and none of his policies burdened/ benefited my family in the process.  Unless you want to count the fact that paid FMLA is still not mandated, in which case, every president has sucked up to this point.  Although I can appreciate that he recently signed a law mandating changing tables in BOTH men’s and women’s restrooms alike.  That will benefit moms and dads everywhere.  Other than that – no impact. Business as usual.

Guess what?  The entire U.S. is not automatically considered racist because Trump was elected.  Evidently, the majority of this country wants change.  SHOCKER.  There are other reasons people voted for Trump, and I’m sure the majority of people didn’t do so in hopes of a wall going up or demeaning women.  But they probably agreed with some of his other views, which would directly impact their family for the better, and voted for him.

Let’s try to stay positive and realize that we are not doomed for the next four years.

Everything is going to be okay.    And if it’s not, we will unify and work through it together, like we always do.  Because that is the beauty of living in America.

“Hail to the chief, if you don’t, I’ll have to kill you. I am the chief, so you better watch your step, you bastards.”

 

 

Today, I am thankful for my job.

*Note – this was written a few weeks ago*

I bitch about my job a lot.  A LOT.  I generally have to deal with a lot of dumb people (both from the public side and people who work here), and a lot of drama.

But during and after pregnancy, I probably couldn’t ask for a better or more flexible job.

And let’s talk health insurance for a brief moment.  I had heard horror stories about how expensive it could be to have a baby in a hospital, even with the proper health insurance.  As in even after insurance coverage, you own hundreds, sometimes thousands.  I was preparing myself for the worst.  I had learned tricks about how you can call and ask for a discount if you pay for everything in one big payment.  Ugh.  I even prepared Mike for it.

After our fancy hospital stay (I really enjoyed it actually, aside from the lack of sleep), we got our first bill.  I assumed it was just for Kenzie or just a small part of it all.  Total amount due was $14.  Or maybe less.  I can’t really remember.  But it was for both mine and my daughter’s stay at the hospital.  Labor, delivery, hanging out for two days after in the mother baby wing…  I kept waiting for another bill to come, but it did not.  Insurance covered nearly everything.  So basically, I can never get another job until I am done having kids.  Or getting sick.   Government insurance is the best insurance.  Pay isn’t the best, but the benefits will always be worth it.  We even get a $1,000 Benny card.  You can use this card to pay for prescriptions, co-pays, or even (in my case) breast pumps!  YEAH!

Insurance details aside, I have had two rough pregnancies (so far).  Lots of nausea, lots of puking, lots of tears.  When you are feeling that sick, it’s really hard to stay motivated, no matter what your job is.  I am blessed to have an office with a door, a parking space that is incredibly close to the entrance, and a boss who is flexible with my schedule and understanding.  Things could be a lot worse for me.  There were times during my pregnancy with Kenzie when I got so sick at work that all I could do was sit in the conference room with my head on the table in the dark.  Or all I could do was sit on the ground of my office pretending to file things or read through papers.   But I got through it, and no one questioned me.  So I have to remember that.

And now, I have the luxury of leaving the office at lunch whenever I want, and spending an hour with my daughter at the babysitter’s or taking her to the park, and picking her up right at 5 p.m.   Never have to worry about overtime, or getting calls while I’m at home.

And finally, a prime example this week of why I appreciate this flexible, shitty job.

Kenzie had a fever starting on Monday.  I stayed home with her on Tuesday and brought her to the doctor.  The doctor said she believed it was the start of Hand, Foot, Mouth disease.  The only indicator was that when she looked in her mouth, she thought she saw a few blister-like things.  Plus the fever, and her lack of appetite (because maybe her throat hurt).  I ask what we can do or what medicine we can give her.  “You just have to wait it out, you can give her Tylenol for the fever.  Usually takes 3 to 5 days to run its course”….FANTASTIC.

Anyhow, I’m still not certain it was in fact hand, foot, mouth (which by the way never existed when we were kids to my knowledge, so where are these viruses coming from?!).  She doesn’t have anything on her hands, feet, or booty (no rash or anything).  Maybe we just got lucky with a very mild case or it is just a random virus.  Either way, I was able to take off Tuesday and Wednesday (very last minute) to take care of baby girl, since you cannot send her to the babysitter with an infection that could be spread to others.  My mom came over Thursday so I could go back to work, and Mike is taking off Friday.  I always get stuck taking more time off, but we will chalk it up to the fact that his job is a little more demanding than mine.  Whatever.  I’d rather be home anyhow.  BUT, I really should be saving my time now for the next baby.  Needless to say, I will be working from home more than I had to with Kenzie.

So yes, my job blows sometimes, but today, I will take it and remember that it will be worth it in the long run.  If only they had paid maternity leave.

25 weeks, 5 days – Bébé is Size of a Napa Cabbage – and the Parenthood series finale…

Moving right along.  25 weeks.  I can’t believe I am almost into the third trimester!  Still doing good on the anti-nausea front.  Not going to say too much because I don’t want to jinx it.

I was pretty motivated yesterday, and scheduled a whole slew of things!  I scheduled a tour of the birthing ward at the hospital we will be delivering at.  They just renovated everything in the past year, and everything is state-of-the-art.  I’m pretty excited to check it out.  Even better, I learned that they offer in-room spa services!  WHAT?!  Oh yes, you can schedule a manicure or pedicure during your stay!  I told Mike and his response was, “Sounds like this is going to be an expensive trip”….hahaha, no kidding.  Expensive trip, expensive kid…goodbye vacations and nice Anthropologie clothes for mama.

I also scheduled us for an accelerated birthing class.  It is on a Saturday from 9 until 5.  I told Mike this and his response was, “WHAT?  8 hours?!”  He was partly joking.  I am not a fan of sitting somewhere for 8 hours, either.  But it was either that or three weeks of Tuesday/ Wednesday night classes, and we would never make the class in time since it is at a different location.  They will let us leave for lunch, at least.  And the lady told me to dress comfortably and to bring 4 large pillows.  Can’t wait!  🙂    As long as I don’t have to sit in a chair for 8 hours, I will be okay.  Just lay me out on the floor, and I will pay attention.

And finally, I scheduled the glucose test ::cringe:: for next Saturday.  Fingers crossed I don’t vomit and they let me take my time drinking it, and I can drink it in peace.  I have to be there at 7 a.m., so I’m going to ask if they have a room with a bed after I drink the sugar drink, hahaha!   I told Mike he didn’t have to join me for this appointment, since I will have to sit there for an hour or two before they can draw my blood.  Fun times.  I think we are going to be pretty busy with our weekends up until baby girl is born!

I watched the series finale of Parenthood last night.  It was a great ending, in my opinion.  It makes such a difference when the creators of the show are actually aware that it is their last season and have enough time to prep a proper ending for the show.  So many shows find out mid-season that it will be their last season, so there is no closure for the viewers.  I feel as though they packed A LOT into one hour, but I was still happy with the outcome and future montage that they played to show where everyone ended up in life.  Lots of tears.  I’m not going to post any spoilers here for those of you who may not have seen it yet.  But it’s amazing.  I keep telling myself that the show is not real, and that they are not a real family.  But something inside of me really wants that kind of family!  The love they show to each other seemed so genuine.  And even the anger, since they obviously weren’t perfect.  I just want the same for our little family.  I hope that we can have that.  I hope I’m a good mom.  I really do.  Oh, and the music in the final episode WAS AMAZING.  Here is my favorite song (the intro Bob Dylan song, performed by Rhiannon Giddens and Iron & Wine) is perfection:   http://youtu.be/KHMlZxG339Y

Oh, and a good post to document the tear-factor of the finale:  http://www.vulture.com/2015/01/parenthood-series-finale-cry-cap-season-6-episode-13.html

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eating:   Pretty much anything at this point aside from the normal haters on my vomit list.  Still loving the Italian ice and have recently had a small obsession with smoothies, thanks to a good friend at work!  Oh, and LITTLE CAESARS!!  I got this for lunch one day earlier this week because I was craving it – yes, just for me.  I’m craving all the foods I loved as a kid!  We would always order Little Caesars pizza and crazy bread when I was allowed to have friends sleep over.  Such good stuff.  Baby girl will probably end up with a gluten allergy.

pizza

drinking: Smoothies, Squirt (I know, weird, right?), and Pepsi

avoiding: Shrimp.  Chicken.  Avocado.

wearing:  Ugh, I’m getting bigger by the day.  I finally bought one of those belly bands from Target so that I could keep wearing my work pants to work without having to buy new pants.  Bought some more Liz Lange maternity tops on clearance.  Had Mike take some photos this morning of me.

I’m concerned about my legs – they keep cramping up in the middle of the night!  Just my calves, really.  I’m afraid I’m going to have to start wearing those hideous circulation stockings that you see all of the old people wearing.  I need a better option!  Has anyone else had this problem before?

And something weird that I noticed.  My skin was always hit-or-miss before pregnancy.  I wouldn’t say that I had acne, but I would break out every now and then on my face, like a 13 year old.  Since I’ve been pregnant ::knock on wood:: my skin has been great!  Definitely not glowing or anything, but clear for the most part.  Still pale as hell.  I’ve heard that the opposite is supposed to happen.  Especially with having a girl, you’d think my hormone levels would double, hence my skin problems would double.  Not the case!  I’ll take it, though!

Stay tuned for my next post – it would be about our adventures in baby-registering!

Here is what 25 weeks looks like.  PS:  My hair is wet from having just gotten out of the shower, it’s not greasy 🙂

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