Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Baby I Week 36: Who Gave The Baby a Knife?

Week 36, just one more month to go... or maybe even less!!! I've gained 27 pounds so far, I didn't want to gain over 25, but oh well... I'm doing what I can :)

So the pregnancy Gods have pulled out all the stops in their attempt to take away all of my mobility. I already walk like a duck, on very swollen feet and ankles, but now I have 3 more awesome obstacles to overcome to just get around.

Now I'm just guessing here, but I think Milo is using the nerves that go to my legs has a hammock or something. Randomly when I'm walking or standing, I get a horrible pain in my hip joints and down my thigh, exactly like hitting your funny bone. When it hits me I have to stop moving or throw my leg tot he side a bit. It hurts super bad, and it makes me look like a malfunctioning robot.

As if this wasn't enough fun for everyone, I now have two nasty cracks in my right foot, thanks to not being able to properly lotion them as they balloon. They have been in flip flops exclusively since nothing else fits, so they've gotten very dry. I've been putting some hardcore moisturizers on 'em now... and they hurt a lot less :)

Last but not least... I think Milo has had enough and is trying to cut himself out. Usually when I get up, but sometimes if I'm just standing or walking, I get the most intense, sharp pain in my cervix. There's no moving or talking when it hits... it feels JUST like a knife. I've read conflicting information about what this is. Some say that is could be the cervix dilating some (sweet), and some just say it's the uterus growing (not buying it so much). Anyhow, no matter what it means, it hurts. I hope I remember to ask about it at my appt this week!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Baby I Week 35: Eric is Reduced to a Prostaglandin Vending Machine

Week 35!!! I've officially hit the point where if I go into labor, that's it, I'm having a baby!!! No stopping my contractions, or bed rest, or hanging me by my ankles!

Speaking of ankles, mine are out of control, my feet too. EVERY week my Diabetes Dr. insists on commenting on them, as if I haven't noticed that they look like big mounds of rising dough. Good thing I'm not sensitive! It's like as soon as you are pregnant you are not allowed to be sensitive about the freakish things your body does, and every horrifying change is appropriate to bring up at work or cocktail parties or in line at Starbucks, like "Oh my honey, your _____ is huge." Really, I hadn't noticed, good thing you, someone I barely know, was kind enough to point it out! I really don't care, but it's weird how people thing it's ok. I mean, what if I did care??? That might be the comment to send me over the edge! LOL...

Anyhow, remember a few weeks ago I said I wasn't going to shave my legs anymore, yes of course you do, because you read every week, right? Anyhow, I said I was using Nair instead, well, turns out that stuff IS really dangerous so I've been sucking it up and shaving even though it's like the hardest thing to do on Earth... but I do it because I love my husband and I want to remain... uh... as appetizing?? as possible. However, apparently I wasn't giving 110%, because he still commented on how my razor magically stopped mid-thigh... never daring to go higher. He offered to take care if it for me, since we both know I can't see over my belly... and said I could even use his clippers. *Big sigh* I knew this would be ugly, but I decided to give it a shot myself, armed with clippers, half a dozen razors, several mirrors and my husband's blessings.

Fast forward two hours and I'm crying in the shower with 5 shot razors and a very patchy, painful situation downstairs. The clippers cut me (Eric later admitted that he thinks he remembers them doing that, so he stopped using them... THANKS HONEY!) and my razors were no match for the unruly situation I had allowed to happen below my belly. Seriously... it sucked... so I went to bed, super angry.

The next day I had to rush into my OB's because I was swelling and nothing would relieve it. I realized there was a chance the Dr. might do a vaginal exam... and though I was ok with him seeing the forest I had been rocking before (ok, maybe not rocking), I was not ok with the mangled mess that I had given up on the night before. So, with just 40 minutes before my appt. I had Eric rush to CVS and get the best razors he could. The situation was resolved (propping up a full length mirror next to the shower is VERY helpful!), though I didn't even need an exam... Eric was happy though :)

Oh and keeping Eric happy right now is very important... because he has something that I super need! As I draw closer to my due date, I have been getting more and more concerned with NOT going over that date. I know it will lead to a huge problem with my OB, who is determined to have me induced if I go over my date. I will fight him like hell, but I rather avoid that. I have been doing everything I can now, that will help labor come sooner. None of these things will actually start labor, they just help things move along a bit quicker. There are other methods of actually starting labor, but I won't try any of them until after 38 weeks... like blue & black cohosh, or castor oil, or evening primrose oil. For now, I am waking a TON, the rocking motion is supposed to help the baby move down. I also sit on a exercise ball when I'm on the computer or watching tv. This position opens up your hips more, once again helping baby to move down, and it's super comfortable.

And as I think most people know, sex and orgasms can help labor to come, but when I hear most women talk about it, it seems like they tend to wait til the end. Eric and I have been keeping up our marital activities without much of any problem, but now, I go after him like my life depends on it! Eric get's chased to bed by something that looks more like the marshmallow man from Ghostbusters than his lovely wife at least once a day, sometimes twice. This is no easy feat with a baby smashing my lungs and heartburn and a belly the size of a station wagon. Fortunately... Eric is quite the trooper, which is great cause I really need him to stay on team Mommy Needs This Baby Out! Sperm has prostaglandins, which help soften the cervix (this is also what evening primrose oil dose, but sex is more fun), and orgasms help release oxytocin (natural, WAY more fun Pitocin!) which help contractions come on!

As nasty as it is, I plan on taking castor oil if my labor doesn't come on it's own by 39 weeks. It's horrible, it is basically the meanest most savage laxative ever. It makes your intestines spasm which is NO fun at all, but it usually will make your uterus want to join the fun and you'll go into labor soon after. I will be sure to keep you all updated when I try it... should be a blast.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Baby I Week 34: We are Stubborn, Nesting Blows

Week 34. Another exciting number, that leaves a mere 6 weeks to go. No weight gained this week.

So I've been exercising my little butt off and adhering to the Gestational Diabetes diet perfectly and though my day time numbers are perfect, my morning numbers are still high. We decided that we would need insulin to control them... we just had to make SURE for ourselves first (we are stubborn, and distrustful of modern medicine). Now I'm getting a shot every night, but unfortunately, my morning numbers haven't changed at all. So today I have a feeling that they'll be upping my dose. Wee... this is fun!

Eric has started running twice a day, and I went with him on his midnight run (because we want to die, duh) and it was really nice. No sun or people driving that can see you (because it's not a pretty sight, I assure you!). Well towards the end of our little jog I started walking and I had the worst pain in my cervixish area, like someone stabbed me. It was just a second, then I continued home very quickly... because I had to pee. I always have to pee. Once in the bathroom I made an interesting discovery. On my tissue there was this chunk of greenish slime with a little streak of blood in it. I've never heard anyone describe it like this, but it was seriously like my vagina sneezed and had a bit of a sinus infection. I knew it was part of my mucus plug, and it was neat. Losing your plug means nothing, and since I think this was just part of it, my cervix will probably just make more... but I thought it was neat. I told Eric if I lose more I'll show him, because I'm sure he'll think it's super sexy.

So I guess I'm nesting or something. I thought my nesting would look like a busy and diligent little robin quietly getting everything together to perfect her nest. Not me. If I'm a robin, I'm the most pissed off and irritated robin ever throwing down branches and feathers where ever and yelling at Mr. Robin to paint the God damn base boards because who fucking knows when this egg is gonna hatch! For me nesting is the intense desire for it all be done, but no energy or motivation to do any of it. I'll get on a kick and get something done, then I want to fall over dead. Seriously... nesting blows...

That's it for now... I think my blogs are getting tenser and tenser... we best have this baby soon before they get out of control.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Baby I Week 33: Diabetes Drama II, Rolling Stones

Week 33 :) So I'm behind once again... this time because our laptop came down with a virus and I don't care to sit at our desk long enough to type a blog... my ribs get all tingly... so annoying. Um... weight update, 23 pounds gained. Where was I last week? I don't even remember.

So my pregnancy has gone from uncomfortable and a little irritating, to painful and extremely inconvenient (I know, how dare it!!!). First up gestational diabetes. Woo!

I had my first appointment with my Diabetes Dr and I don't think it went all that well. I left very skeptical of the diagnosis, and, honestly, not all that determined to follow through with the diet. I really wasn't even that clear about what the diet was... and I'm so bad about eating meals in the first place... I figured I'd just do what I could. Most of my numbers were right on, and when they DID go off, I could look at something I ate and say "Oh... it was that" and then adjust accordingly. Over all a very loosely followed the diet, not the food so much, but the eating every 3-4 hours. I almost never did the snacks.

Turns out, those snacks are kinda important. After 6 days I saw a different Dr. and she said she wanted to put me on insulin. I kinda felt blind sided. The last 6 days, I felt, was just to see where my blood sugar was at, and then if it was bad, we would try to control it with diet and exercise. I wasn't even getting that chance! I took the needles, but decided I'm going to take the diet and exercise seriously this time, because last time I TOTALLY didn't, and see if I can get by without the insulin.

So... fun times right? Oh no, it gets BETTER! I was at the house I was petsitting at and I had to pee (surprise) so I headed up stairs. All of a sudden, it was like I was literally hit by a truck. I had the most insane pain on my left side of my back, side, and abdomen. Now a lot of women respond to this with "oh wait until labor honey... hehehehe." Yeah great, but labor you work up to the pain AND I've seen lots of women laboring in videos and on baby shows and I've never seen one have to hit the floor. I couldn't even get up to grab the phone. I just laid there for a minute or so in pain until it let up enough for me to get the phone. At this point I was more super super sore than having sharp pains. Like someone has kicked me in the kidneys a 1000 times. I called Eric and by the time he picked me up I was up and about.

At first I had no idea what it could have been... I knew it wasn't labor... so I started going through my list of "things that can happen when you are pregnant" list. I remembered kidney stones as something that can happen during pregnancy. We headed home but before I could jump online to do some more research, it happened again. Super shitty. Then I went online and I was convinced this was what it was.

I went to the Dr. but unfortunately, there's not much they can do. They can't do any of the regular scans or testing since I'm pregnant... so now I've just been dealing with these occasional episodes when the little buggers decide to move, which fortunately hasn't been too often!