If nothing else happens in the next 48 hours, I have a standing appointment at L&D for Thursday, August 13 at 6:00AM (so much for going in in the evening) at New Britain General. YAY! So look out for radio silence mode.
On another exciting note, the LO's furniture finally made it's debut, (thanks to the help of her future Uncle Reed) and is in the process now of being set-up. The dresser and end table are together, since they came that way, but the crib is still in pieces. I have to tell you it is taking all of my willpower not to put it together!
All her clothes are put away, but the bedding of course is still all strewn about seeing where it needs to go is not put together..sigh..oh well...Scott promised me that he'd put it together this evening as long as we were still home of course.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
~NST~
Ok so we went this morning to get the NST (Non Stress Test) at the OB/GYN's office, a fluid check and internal. Fluid is totally normal and still holding at 80% effaced and 1cm dilated. However, I am apparently having contractions that are 1 minute apart, some I feel and some I don't.
He is convinced that I will have active labor within the next 24-48 hours. I am also to call him tommorrow if nothing happens. And if nothing is happening I will be admitted to the hospital in the evening to have schedualed induction by the end of the week. So I suppose it is safe to say I will have a baby no later than Saturday.
He is convinced that I will have active labor within the next 24-48 hours. I am also to call him tommorrow if nothing happens. And if nothing is happening I will be admitted to the hospital in the evening to have schedualed induction by the end of the week. So I suppose it is safe to say I will have a baby no later than Saturday.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
~Late~
So the due date of August 8th, 2009 has come and gone. Why oh why am I not surprised? I know a while back I said I thought I'd go early..but in all reality..I never really believed the doctor when he told me my due date back in January. I was thinking, if that is true then that means I had to have had sex the day after my period ended..like immediately, and that never ever happens. I'm just never really *done* when it's over..for at least a week...hmm..
Over the past 3 days I have consumed more spicy food than one can imagine and all I have gotten from it was some heartburn that over rode my Prevacid. Bah.
I know she'll come when she comes, but I'm so sick of being pregnant!!!!!
Over the past 3 days I have consumed more spicy food than one can imagine and all I have gotten from it was some heartburn that over rode my Prevacid. Bah.
I know she'll come when she comes, but I'm so sick of being pregnant!!!!!
Friday, August 7, 2009
~Am I a horrible person?~
Why oh why do I feel this way?
Scott said to me Wednesday night, hey my mom is probably going to call you tomorrow and ask to come up with Lewis. In a nutshell I basically said I wasn't up to seeing anyone, even if it was the Pope flanked by Al Gore and Bill Clinton. So then he says, "well you don't have to then." But Scott, I *feel* like I have to..don't you get it? (It's that whole I'm-afraid-to-offend-the-MIL-thing) So I start cleaning the friggin' house at 8:00PM. He says, "you're just cleaning because my mother might come tomorrow."
I said, "I'd clean if *anyone* was coming tomorrow"..duh!
So then he says, "I'll call her and tell her not to, you shouldn't be worrying about things like this now."
I reply, "No..it's fine," in that stubborn defeated tone of voice. He says, "I'm calling her..case closed."
"Thank you, honey."
So it was done, so I thought.
So then yesterday at 9:00AM my MIL called and basically invited herself and my BIL over during lunchtime. I was kinda hinting that I didn't want anyone over (Hello, I am due on Saturday!) and that there was nothing for lunch here. So then she said, "well I'll take you out to lunch and will pick you up around 12:30-1:00." I reply, "ok, well I know you'll want to go to Marshall's too while you are Lewis are up here, I however will not be joining you on that safari. I'm pretty much dead at 2:00." She said, "Well when I was in the last stages of pregnancy with Reed (other BIL) I could barely move. But anyways, well we'll see you then.." *click* Fuck. Didn't she talk to Scott???
I call Scott and tell him what is going on. He's dumbfounded I said it was ok for her to come over...I was like..I felt like I didn't have a choice. I'm in tears now, borderline hysterical (hormones, I know) and he says that he is calling her now. I hang up and have a meltdown. I'm tired of being the "entertainment". I'm just tired of it all. Scott calls back and says he can't get a hold of either of them and left messages on their cel phones. I tell him thank you and that it's ok and it's my fault. We hang up. Double fuck.
He calls back 5 minutes later and says I just talked to my mother and they were like 3 exits away. Was she mad? No, but she didn't understand why you couldn't tell her yourself. Insert big drawn out sigh from me here. So I apparently offended her *more* by not telling her I didn't want an audience. Triple fuck. I can't win.
Now here is the kicker; a few days ago I had a conversation with Scott about how his mother has a tendency to offend me with the things she says. For example, she said our nursery paint looked like Pepto Bismol. Um, excuse me? Who fucking asked your opinion (#1) and (#2) hasn't anyone ever taught you the difference between constructive criticism and insults? Another example is this: "Well, 50 lbs on me (she is 5' 11" and I am 5' 4") looks *much* different than 50 lbs on *you*." Fuck. You.
Do you not know when to stop talking? Ever? Do you like the sound of your own voice that much?
His mother is a knitter, sewer and painter..she is quite crafty. I said to him in a million years I would never ever say anything negative about any project your mother created. Even if I hated it to no end, I'd search my brain for something positive to say about it. Why? Because that is the respectful thing to do.
You could see he felt bad, and apologized for her behavior, and even offered to call her and talk to her about it on my behalf. I declined and told him that I appreciate the offer (more than he'll ever know) but it is my battle to fight and one day I will say something about it. I assured him though that when I do have the conversation, I will not yell scream and carry on like a banshee, but have it like 2 adults in a respectful conversation. I also added that if anyone (my mother, his mother, etc..) says anything derogatory like that concerning our daughter, I will tell them where to stick it and it may not be a pretty sight.
So where am I going with this you may ask? I am just hoping he does not think these 2 incidents are related, because they certainly are not.
Scott said to me Wednesday night, hey my mom is probably going to call you tomorrow and ask to come up with Lewis. In a nutshell I basically said I wasn't up to seeing anyone, even if it was the Pope flanked by Al Gore and Bill Clinton. So then he says, "well you don't have to then." But Scott, I *feel* like I have to..don't you get it? (It's that whole I'm-afraid-to-offend-the-MIL-thing) So I start cleaning the friggin' house at 8:00PM. He says, "you're just cleaning because my mother might come tomorrow."
I said, "I'd clean if *anyone* was coming tomorrow"..duh!
So then he says, "I'll call her and tell her not to, you shouldn't be worrying about things like this now."
I reply, "No..it's fine," in that stubborn defeated tone of voice. He says, "I'm calling her..case closed."
"Thank you, honey."
So it was done, so I thought.
So then yesterday at 9:00AM my MIL called and basically invited herself and my BIL over during lunchtime. I was kinda hinting that I didn't want anyone over (Hello, I am due on Saturday!) and that there was nothing for lunch here. So then she said, "well I'll take you out to lunch and will pick you up around 12:30-1:00." I reply, "ok, well I know you'll want to go to Marshall's too while you are Lewis are up here, I however will not be joining you on that safari. I'm pretty much dead at 2:00." She said, "Well when I was in the last stages of pregnancy with Reed (other BIL) I could barely move. But anyways, well we'll see you then.." *click* Fuck. Didn't she talk to Scott???
I call Scott and tell him what is going on. He's dumbfounded I said it was ok for her to come over...I was like..I felt like I didn't have a choice. I'm in tears now, borderline hysterical (hormones, I know) and he says that he is calling her now. I hang up and have a meltdown. I'm tired of being the "entertainment". I'm just tired of it all. Scott calls back and says he can't get a hold of either of them and left messages on their cel phones. I tell him thank you and that it's ok and it's my fault. We hang up. Double fuck.
He calls back 5 minutes later and says I just talked to my mother and they were like 3 exits away. Was she mad? No, but she didn't understand why you couldn't tell her yourself. Insert big drawn out sigh from me here. So I apparently offended her *more* by not telling her I didn't want an audience. Triple fuck. I can't win.
Now here is the kicker; a few days ago I had a conversation with Scott about how his mother has a tendency to offend me with the things she says. For example, she said our nursery paint looked like Pepto Bismol. Um, excuse me? Who fucking asked your opinion (#1) and (#2) hasn't anyone ever taught you the difference between constructive criticism and insults? Another example is this: "Well, 50 lbs on me (she is 5' 11" and I am 5' 4") looks *much* different than 50 lbs on *you*." Fuck. You.
Do you not know when to stop talking? Ever? Do you like the sound of your own voice that much?
His mother is a knitter, sewer and painter..she is quite crafty. I said to him in a million years I would never ever say anything negative about any project your mother created. Even if I hated it to no end, I'd search my brain for something positive to say about it. Why? Because that is the respectful thing to do.
You could see he felt bad, and apologized for her behavior, and even offered to call her and talk to her about it on my behalf. I declined and told him that I appreciate the offer (more than he'll ever know) but it is my battle to fight and one day I will say something about it. I assured him though that when I do have the conversation, I will not yell scream and carry on like a banshee, but have it like 2 adults in a respectful conversation. I also added that if anyone (my mother, his mother, etc..) says anything derogatory like that concerning our daughter, I will tell them where to stick it and it may not be a pretty sight.
So where am I going with this you may ask? I am just hoping he does not think these 2 incidents are related, because they certainly are not.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
~Will I miss this?~
OK, I don't think I will technically miss being pregnant, but I think there are things about being pregnant I will miss:
1) Crying for no reason and have no one ask me, "What's wrong?"
2) Giant bowls of ice cream on a daily basis at 8:00PM.
3) Saying what I want, when I want without consequence.
4) Napping during the day being a requirement, rather than a luxury.
5) Eating 5-6 meals a day.
6) Whole milk.
7) Twelve oreos at a sitting.
8) Not doing any yard work.
9) Having people put my groceries in my car for me.
10) People moving out of my way without being asked.
11) Not having my period for 9 months.
Some of the things I will not miss:
1) Wearing a pantyliner on a daily basis and if I forget, having wet underwear.
2) Sneezing and peeing simultaneously.
3) Being sweaty 24/7.
4) Not being able to park my car in the garage.
5) Walking 2 miles an hour to get where I am going.
6) Not being able to see my feet.
7) Hip pain!
8) Peeing 5 times or more during the night.
9) Using baby powder like it's going out of style.
10) Throwing up for no reason at all.
11) Snoring!
1) Crying for no reason and have no one ask me, "What's wrong?"
2) Giant bowls of ice cream on a daily basis at 8:00PM.
3) Saying what I want, when I want without consequence.
4) Napping during the day being a requirement, rather than a luxury.
5) Eating 5-6 meals a day.
6) Whole milk.
7) Twelve oreos at a sitting.
8) Not doing any yard work.
9) Having people put my groceries in my car for me.
10) People moving out of my way without being asked.
11) Not having my period for 9 months.
Some of the things I will not miss:
1) Wearing a pantyliner on a daily basis and if I forget, having wet underwear.
2) Sneezing and peeing simultaneously.
3) Being sweaty 24/7.
4) Not being able to park my car in the garage.
5) Walking 2 miles an hour to get where I am going.
6) Not being able to see my feet.
7) Hip pain!
8) Peeing 5 times or more during the night.
9) Using baby powder like it's going out of style.
10) Throwing up for no reason at all.
11) Snoring!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
~Holding steady...~
Ah yes so we went back to the doctor yesterday, and from the way I was feeling I was sure there would be a change..you all know those lovely sharp pains that shoot right up your coocher? yeah..*those* are a fun time. From having those for about a week I was sure that meant something. Well it did, it meant I was having sharp pains shoot up my coocher, nothing else. Gah. So as it stands I am still 1cm dilated and 80% effaced.
So, the plan is this: I have an appointment scheduled for Monday at 9:00AM, which I will keep (obviously) if nothing happens over the weekend. If I do indeed still show for the Monday appointment, I will be hooked up to the monitors (fetal and contraction) for however long that test takes and have another ultrasound. Then we will determine what day, well actually what night is more likely, I will be induced starting with the vaginal suppositories (Scott flinched when he heard that..lol..) and then the pitocin.
I will be texting from the room more than likely to give some updates here and there. Scott does have a laptop but it's for work and none of my stuff is on there so emails will not be forthcoming, although stand by for the blackberry picture! Guess I'd better gather all those email addresses together I will need...
So, the plan is this: I have an appointment scheduled for Monday at 9:00AM, which I will keep (obviously) if nothing happens over the weekend. If I do indeed still show for the Monday appointment, I will be hooked up to the monitors (fetal and contraction) for however long that test takes and have another ultrasound. Then we will determine what day, well actually what night is more likely, I will be induced starting with the vaginal suppositories (Scott flinched when he heard that..lol..) and then the pitocin.
I will be texting from the room more than likely to give some updates here and there. Scott does have a laptop but it's for work and none of my stuff is on there so emails will not be forthcoming, although stand by for the blackberry picture! Guess I'd better gather all those email addresses together I will need...
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
~FOUND: 1 Pediatrician~
I am so excited..today I had what was to be my last interview with a Pediatrician. Why my last? Not because I wanted it to be but basically because time is not on my side anymore. However, it seems this was all I needed anyways!
I went to speak with the doctor at 9:00AM..she is 7 minutes from my house. The building is fairly new, however, her office, waiting room, and exam rooms are immaculate. You could seriously eat off the floor. Not only is she younger (she has been out of school maybe 9-10 years), she is extremely well spoken, has very good bedside manner, and is from Pakistan. She speaks 4 languages; English, Spanish, Hindi (spoken in India, Fiji, Pakistan, Nepal, and Bangladesh), and Urdu (spoken in Pakistan and parts of India). She wears a head scarf, lots of gold bangle bracelets, and a borderline Burka.
It was very important to me to have a woman doctor (number one) but also a doctor who didn't look like a doctor. What I mean is this; when I was growing up all doctors were white men, wore white coats, and had hairy noses and ears. Just like 90% of teachers were white women, wore heels, wore too much red lipstick, and smelled like mothballs. I wanted someone who "broke my mold" and could show my daughter that no matter where you come from you can achieve anything if you put your mind to it.
I went to speak with the doctor at 9:00AM..she is 7 minutes from my house. The building is fairly new, however, her office, waiting room, and exam rooms are immaculate. You could seriously eat off the floor. Not only is she younger (she has been out of school maybe 9-10 years), she is extremely well spoken, has very good bedside manner, and is from Pakistan. She speaks 4 languages; English, Spanish, Hindi (spoken in India, Fiji, Pakistan, Nepal, and Bangladesh), and Urdu (spoken in Pakistan and parts of India). She wears a head scarf, lots of gold bangle bracelets, and a borderline Burka.
It was very important to me to have a woman doctor (number one) but also a doctor who didn't look like a doctor. What I mean is this; when I was growing up all doctors were white men, wore white coats, and had hairy noses and ears. Just like 90% of teachers were white women, wore heels, wore too much red lipstick, and smelled like mothballs. I wanted someone who "broke my mold" and could show my daughter that no matter where you come from you can achieve anything if you put your mind to it.
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