Well, this week was FULL of doctor's appointments and even more false labor. The false labor is starting to get really really frustrating. The other night I labored for about 5 hours, with 75-85 second contractions 7 minutes apart. Then it fizzled out and stopped, just like last time. I'd say three or four times a day since then I get one really "good" contraction. I'm pretty exhausted.
Today I feel like blah, I feel kind of weird and heavy, like I don't even want to use energy to lift my hand to do anything. I did a tiny bit of laundry but I think I'm done for the day.
My hips are hurting a lot. Joints and bones in the lower part of my body get very very VERY sore at night and are very sore when i get out of bed in the morning. Makes me feel like an old woman or something. My belly is very heavy and I don't have much support from core muscles when trying to do things like... sit up.
The other day I had a breast feeding class. There was only one other "student" in there, she was due more than a month after I am due and her belly was at least twice the size of mine. I hardly felt like I looked pregnant next to her. Poor thing must be miserable. And her husband is deployed so she has to labor alone when the time comes!! I can't imagine. I am so blessed to have my husband here with me when Emma decides to make her appearance.
As for Emma - still wiggle worm. Her fluid levels were excellent yesterday so no more concern. My next appointment with my midwife is on the 1st. I'll be a day shy of 39 weeks. I hope she tells me that Emma is coming out. ha!
Weight: 153 (30 lbs)
I'll post the photo later. Not in the mood right now. xoxo
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Another appointment
We had another scan and Emma is tiny, and her amniotic fluid level is low. They measure on an ultrasound in cm how much fluid is present. A "good" amount of fluid is around 25 cm. If you get down to 5cm they induce, because this can be dangerous for the baby. I currently have about 7cm fluid. I will be monitored every 4-5 days from now until either my fluid shrinks below 5 or until baby girl evacuates.
Next appointment is Tuesday morning, followed by a breastfeeding class. I'm secretly hoping I don't make it that long.
Get out, baby.
also, not to sound rude, but don't suggest ways to induce labor. not. helpful. I'm tired of hearing it from Every Single Person around me - go for a walk! do this! do that! try this! this works! ok no it doesn't, otherwise Emma would be here already. And stop telling me to enjoy sleeping now. Do I sleep now? no. I pee. I'm also cranky, can you tell?
Next appointment is Tuesday morning, followed by a breastfeeding class. I'm secretly hoping I don't make it that long.
Get out, baby.
also, not to sound rude, but don't suggest ways to induce labor. not. helpful. I'm tired of hearing it from Every Single Person around me - go for a walk! do this! do that! try this! this works! ok no it doesn't, otherwise Emma would be here already. And stop telling me to enjoy sleeping now. Do I sleep now? no. I pee. I'm also cranky, can you tell?
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
37 Weeks
FULL TERM!
We made it. Emma is full term. Whew!
Nothing but a few contractions since Saturday, other than braxton hicks contractions of course.
So basically this week I'm just really uncomfortable. Hips, back, legs, and belly are achey, ribs are painful, I feel like I'm huffing and puffing for every breath, and oh yeah, I pee a teaspoon every five minutes. Baby's head is really, really down in my pelvis, so sometimes I get sharp pains down there. She likes to keep her hands by her mouth apparently. Her feet stick out of my left side, she really likes to push them way out. Danny grabs them sometimes. When she does that sometimes her little bottom goes way up into my ribs.. that's comfortable.
I took a walk the other day and started contracting pretty bad, so I decided I shouldn't go on walks alone anymore. Well I wasn't alone, Atreus was with me, but she can't do anything if my water breaks or if I go into full blown labor.
Other than that just uncomfortable and waiting.. c'mon little Emma. It's almost 60 degrees out now it's not cold any more, you can come out. :)
p.s. one year ago we were sitting in an office being told we'd never have our own children - Now look at us! I'm trying to get her to evacuate :)
Weight: 152.0 (29lbs)
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Valentine's Day!! Oh wait crap your baby isn't growing.
It's easy to tell someone else not to worry about how their baby is measuring, that this and that and the other thing are inaccurate and that everything is fine. And then, it happens to you. And you're like, well.. crap.
They do the routine measurements, bla bla bla. Everything is good until they check fundal height. Ok this is something I've clearly had a problem with for weeks now. I'm measuring 32cm and "should" be closer to 37cm. They ask me if the baby has dropped, and I'm like, Uh i don't know.. aren't you supposed to be able to know that??
So of course I'm sent in to be measured by ultrasound. Last time there was nothing to be worried about, everything measured "normal" bla bla bla. This time Emma measured between 34-35 weeks instead of close to 37 weeks. So they put me on the monitor. Clearly, I could have told them, she was moving, and as they were strapping the monitor to me Emma kept trying to kick them away. Everything was great on the monitor, she was moving (duh) and her heart rate was great.
They measured the fluid, all is well there.
Emma is "measuring" about 5 pounds, 5 ounces. very small baby right now. I know, these things are inaccurate, and you can't really tell how big or small they are based on an ultrasound. But it's scary, when she's not measuring as big as she should be at this point. I feel like, what am I doing wrong, should I eat more? I don't know how that's really possible, I guess I could take in more protein?
arrrrrrrgh.
Oh yeah, Emma is engaged, meaning, yes, she has dropped. She's ready to come out whenever *real* labor starts.
Next measurement is on Thursday. They want to check her out again.
They do the routine measurements, bla bla bla. Everything is good until they check fundal height. Ok this is something I've clearly had a problem with for weeks now. I'm measuring 32cm and "should" be closer to 37cm. They ask me if the baby has dropped, and I'm like, Uh i don't know.. aren't you supposed to be able to know that??
So of course I'm sent in to be measured by ultrasound. Last time there was nothing to be worried about, everything measured "normal" bla bla bla. This time Emma measured between 34-35 weeks instead of close to 37 weeks. So they put me on the monitor. Clearly, I could have told them, she was moving, and as they were strapping the monitor to me Emma kept trying to kick them away. Everything was great on the monitor, she was moving (duh) and her heart rate was great.
They measured the fluid, all is well there.
Emma is "measuring" about 5 pounds, 5 ounces. very small baby right now. I know, these things are inaccurate, and you can't really tell how big or small they are based on an ultrasound. But it's scary, when she's not measuring as big as she should be at this point. I feel like, what am I doing wrong, should I eat more? I don't know how that's really possible, I guess I could take in more protein?
arrrrrrrgh.
Oh yeah, Emma is engaged, meaning, yes, she has dropped. She's ready to come out whenever *real* labor starts.
Next measurement is on Thursday. They want to check her out again.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
"Pre" labor
Prelabor, False Labor, Call it what you will, it sucks.
Thursday night Danny and I were driving up to the temple when I started to have contractions. Being educated and knowing what we know about labor and signs of it and all of that, we weren't concerned and continued up. They started out really consistant and even close together, the first hour or so they were 3 minutes apart and lasting for 1 minute each, though they weren't painful and I was in a very normal and relaxed state of mind. We arrived at the temple and were in the temple with the Youth, doing baptisms for the dead. I wasn't doing any, I was just sitting in as a witness, so I sat on a bench watching. A friend of ours is somewhat of a childbirth expert, or so we like to think :) and was standing on the other side of the room watching me. She came over to me and asked if I was having contractions, that she could see it not only in my face, but could actually see the contractions happening in my belly.
I wasn't timing them or anything at this point but they weren't as frequent as they had been in the car, possibly due to my position or who knows what. Still not painful, though I seem to have gone into some kind of trance with each contraction. Since they weren't painful Danny and I went home and to bed, I wanted to get some sleep just in case.
I had several more painful contractions through the night, but each time was able to go back to sleep. In the morning I remember having several, and then for about half an hour they stopped so I decided to try to take a nap. I was woken up about two hours later by a much more painful contraction. Although they were now farther apart, 8 minutes or so, they hurt and I also had back pain which didn't subside when the contractions did. We were told to be prepared to have the baby within the next 24 hours. I didn't want to believe it, as something just wasn't right, they weren't painful enough or I don't know, so I didn't want to get excited... but as the day went on and the contractions continued, I ended up getting excited, and so did Danny.
between 18 and 22 hours after they started, the contractions stopped, just as suddenly as they had come on. I have had only two or three contractions in the last 17 hours.
It's surprising what "false" labor does to the mind. We were excited, thinking this could be it, she could be coming! Then it stopped suddenly. I feel like a depressed failure. I know that might sound silly, but it's true. I feel like a failure. And all I want is to hold my baby. Before this, I was content waiting another 3 to 4 weeks for her, and now... now that seems like an eternity, especially compared to the thought and idea of holding her within the next 24 hours. My back, hips and pelvis ache. My abdomen was very sore for several hours after the labor stopped. My body worked hard, and then nothing. I suppose it's better than having intense, very painful contractions for so long and then labor stopping. Silver lining... right?
Thursday night Danny and I were driving up to the temple when I started to have contractions. Being educated and knowing what we know about labor and signs of it and all of that, we weren't concerned and continued up. They started out really consistant and even close together, the first hour or so they were 3 minutes apart and lasting for 1 minute each, though they weren't painful and I was in a very normal and relaxed state of mind. We arrived at the temple and were in the temple with the Youth, doing baptisms for the dead. I wasn't doing any, I was just sitting in as a witness, so I sat on a bench watching. A friend of ours is somewhat of a childbirth expert, or so we like to think :) and was standing on the other side of the room watching me. She came over to me and asked if I was having contractions, that she could see it not only in my face, but could actually see the contractions happening in my belly.
I wasn't timing them or anything at this point but they weren't as frequent as they had been in the car, possibly due to my position or who knows what. Still not painful, though I seem to have gone into some kind of trance with each contraction. Since they weren't painful Danny and I went home and to bed, I wanted to get some sleep just in case.
I had several more painful contractions through the night, but each time was able to go back to sleep. In the morning I remember having several, and then for about half an hour they stopped so I decided to try to take a nap. I was woken up about two hours later by a much more painful contraction. Although they were now farther apart, 8 minutes or so, they hurt and I also had back pain which didn't subside when the contractions did. We were told to be prepared to have the baby within the next 24 hours. I didn't want to believe it, as something just wasn't right, they weren't painful enough or I don't know, so I didn't want to get excited... but as the day went on and the contractions continued, I ended up getting excited, and so did Danny.
between 18 and 22 hours after they started, the contractions stopped, just as suddenly as they had come on. I have had only two or three contractions in the last 17 hours.
It's surprising what "false" labor does to the mind. We were excited, thinking this could be it, she could be coming! Then it stopped suddenly. I feel like a depressed failure. I know that might sound silly, but it's true. I feel like a failure. And all I want is to hold my baby. Before this, I was content waiting another 3 to 4 weeks for her, and now... now that seems like an eternity, especially compared to the thought and idea of holding her within the next 24 hours. My back, hips and pelvis ache. My abdomen was very sore for several hours after the labor stopped. My body worked hard, and then nothing. I suppose it's better than having intense, very painful contractions for so long and then labor stopping. Silver lining... right?
Thursday, February 10, 2011
36 Weeks
Just one more week until I reach "full term"
This week marks the beginning of the 9th month.
Well I'm tired. And I sleep for ... well as many hours a day as I can get in. I feel pretty great, minus the small amount of hip pain that I have (ok well I guess it wouldn't be considered a small amount normally, but since it's a million times less painful than the back pain, I have no reason to complain about it really), and occasionally my back will get really sore.
So far this week I've noticed myself leaning back more while standing, and constantly shifting my weight. I also get really dehydrated over night, and have to drink a full cup of water the moment I wake up. Also, the swelling in my fingers and face go up and down so I just don't wear my rings at all any more, just to avoid having them get stuck. Oh and my hands SWEAT a lot.
Emma's movements have slowed down some, though when she does feel like moving it's kind of painful. I feel like she's going to break through, and it hurts! Still I try not to tell her to "stop" because I really don't want her to stop moving - that would be bad.
I have been able to keep fairly busy through the day, only able to accomplish a small amount since I go slow and get worn out very easily, but none the less it has been a million times better being out of bed or off the couch and actually able to move around, as slow as it may be.
Other than all of that, we're pretty much ready to go, hospital bag packed, car seat installed, all baby clothing/items are washed and ready for her. I've been cleaning out closets and getting rid of stuff all over the house to prepare for her arrival. Either that or it's this mysterious phenomenon called "nesting."
Weight: 149
Waist: 38"
This week marks the beginning of the 9th month.
Well I'm tired. And I sleep for ... well as many hours a day as I can get in. I feel pretty great, minus the small amount of hip pain that I have (ok well I guess it wouldn't be considered a small amount normally, but since it's a million times less painful than the back pain, I have no reason to complain about it really), and occasionally my back will get really sore.
So far this week I've noticed myself leaning back more while standing, and constantly shifting my weight. I also get really dehydrated over night, and have to drink a full cup of water the moment I wake up. Also, the swelling in my fingers and face go up and down so I just don't wear my rings at all any more, just to avoid having them get stuck. Oh and my hands SWEAT a lot.
Emma's movements have slowed down some, though when she does feel like moving it's kind of painful. I feel like she's going to break through, and it hurts! Still I try not to tell her to "stop" because I really don't want her to stop moving - that would be bad.
I have been able to keep fairly busy through the day, only able to accomplish a small amount since I go slow and get worn out very easily, but none the less it has been a million times better being out of bed or off the couch and actually able to move around, as slow as it may be.
Other than all of that, we're pretty much ready to go, hospital bag packed, car seat installed, all baby clothing/items are washed and ready for her. I've been cleaning out closets and getting rid of stuff all over the house to prepare for her arrival. Either that or it's this mysterious phenomenon called "nesting."
Weight: 149
Waist: 38"
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| I let you see my love handles, and my stretch marks. they DO exist! (hahahhah) |
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| Don't seem to be growing much. Oh well I don't look like a boat! |
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| My belly button is disappearing! Sometimes it pops out when Emma plays with it. |
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
35 Weeks
I feel great. Now that the strep is going away. Emma is great, I'm great, I love my baby girl. Also, contractions suck. I think that's all I have to update for now! :)
Oh and I have stretch marks on my hips now. Boooooooo!
Oh and I have stretch marks on my hips now. Boooooooo!
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| I had to add this one because Atreus is amazing. |
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