Friday, May 30, 2008

Baby Update, Weekend Plans

My appointment this week went well. I had lost 7 pounds! Part of that was the fact that last week I wore my tennis shoes to the doctor's office, which I never do, because they weigh at least 2 pounds, I swear. So when I wore my flip flops yesterday I expected to weigh a little less. I wear the exact same thing to every appointment - black yoga pants, a simple tshirt, and flip flops. That way I know how accurate my weight gain/loss is. And this week I am proud to say that I probably did lose about 4-5 lbs. The walking has been great. It's made me feel so much better. And I think the baby is dropping a little bit week after week. I hope so, anyway. If I can keep her from gaining too much, maybe I can have a quick, easy, natural delivery. Haha... we'll see.

Chad and I are here in Florence for the weekend. Katie, best friend since kindergarten, is getting married tomorrow. I can't believe it! Seems like it was yesterday when we met. And now she's getting married and I'm about to have a baby! Insanity. Today I am going to the Bridesmaids Luncheon at Turtle Point, then tonight will be the rehearsal dinner, then tomorrow morning there's a brunch at the Johnson's house and the wedding tomorrow night! I love the idea of a "wedding weekend" - we did the same thing for our wedding, beginning on Wednesday and lasting until Sunday, and it was so great! Last night the Highfield's hosted a meet-and-greet welcoming party at their house for anyone that came into town early. It was so great to just be with each other and be with our families at the same time. We are incredibly fortunate to have each other. And I'm so proud for Katie. She is truly getting an amazing guy that will take care of her and love her for the rest of her life. He's a doll. Hopefully I can post pictures of the wedding weekend soon, when all the festivities are over.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

My Chunky Monkey

I am once again a terrible blogger. Sorry about the long time, no update. Let's see, what's been going on...

1. I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes around 28 weeks. This basically means that my pancreas is not secreting enough insulin to compensate for the sugar in my body; therefore my blood sugars are higher and so are the baby's. So I am checking my blood sugars daily now and basically keeping it under control with diet - whole grains, fruits, protein 6 times a day, and lots of water and walking.
2. I have been measuring ahead since about 25 weeks or so. "Measuring ahead" simply means the baby is bigger than she should be at this time in the pregnancy. This is really common in gestational diabetes. Big babies, I mean. So that's why I have to keep a close eye on what I eat now. We have started doing 2 30-minute power walks with Lucy every day, once in the morning and once at night; hopefully this will help me metabolize the extra sugar and use it before it goes to the baby and makes her all chunky. And no, I don't hold Lucy's leash anymore. I've been forbidden to do so, by both my doctor and my husband.
3. At my doctor's appointment this past week, the baby was still measuring ahead. He told me I would more than likely have a c-section if she continued to grow at the rate she's growing. Which is FINE with me. I'd much rather go that route than have to deliver a 10-pound baby vaginally. Yuck. I can't imagine the pain. Plus, there are risks associated with delivering such a large kiddo. Namely, her shoulders could get stuck and she could even break her collar bones! Agh! I would never want to put a child through that trauma. Can you imagine the pain??? Anyway, I have to go back EVERY single week now until she is born. Usually the weekly visits don't start until you are 36 weeks. Technically, I am 33 weeks, going by my first due date. But the doctor is certain she'll be here the last week of June, either way. Fine with me, as long as she's healthy! At my weekly appointments they will be doing an ultrasound and an NST (non-stress test) to watch the baby's activity and monitor her growth. I think they may check my cervix too, not sure though.

Everything else is going well. I am officially quitting my job on June 13th, the Friday before Father's Day. I can't imagine NOT working. It's going to be crazy. But I truly feel that I have been called to be a mother, and I can't wait for this adventure to start! Just keep us in your prayers - for slowed growth (weird thing to pray for, I know), a healthy baby, a great delivery, and for sanity when we get home from the hospital!

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

SCARY. again.

So I'm pretty sure my little girl just LOVES attention and getting her picture made, because this past weekend I was forced to have my FIFTH (yes, FIFTH) ultrasound. In a normal pregnancy, you have TWO. But Sunday we had another. And here's why...

Sunday afternoon Chad was playing in the flag football tournament at the Hoover Rec fields. I took Lucy, because I usually do and she's usually never any trouble. Well, when we got there I decided to let her get some energy out and I walked her down to the far end of the field behind all the end zones so that I could let her walk without any distractions (people, other dogs, the game, etc) and then we could go back and sit in our seats and she'd be more relaxed. Well, we walked back and forth for about 10 minutes, and the game was going on at the opposite end of the field, so I stopped to watch to see if they would score. Well, Lucy must have seen something in the woods or something, because we were literally ALL ALONE and I don't know what distracted her. But all of a sudden she took off running at full speed, and I still had her on the leash. So I knew when the leash got to its end it would either jerk her really hard or jerk my arm off. So I kind of started jogging after her a little bit, and I guess I underestimated when the leash would get to the end, because when it did, it made me trip over my flip flops and I landed flat on my stomach. It knocked the breath out of me and I just laid there for a minute til I was okay. Then I sat up for about 5 minutes and felt fine so I walked back down to where everyone was sitting. Ironically, no one had seen this incident at all. I thought for sure someone would have seen me. Long story short, my friends Jackie and Leslie convinced me to go to the hospital to be on the safe side. So I left Lucy with them, told them to tell Chad where I was, and I headed for St Vincent's. On the way I just started crying hysterically because I was scared. I paged the nurse practitioner on call and she told me I'd be fine but to come in and let them check things out. So I got there and they put me on 3rd floor in Labor & Delivery, hospital gown and all, and hooked me up to the monitor. I was actually having contractions! It was scary because I'd never really felt real contractions. But I could see them on the monitor and watch the baby's heart rate. It was all pretty neat. They had to give me this medicine called Terbutaline to stop the contractions, and ended up having to give me 3 doses over the course of about 6 hours. They also did bloodwork to see if the baby's blood had mixed with mine - it was negative. And they did an ultrasound - OUR FIFTH ONE! - and told us she was 4 lbs 4 oz already and to expect a big baby. YAHOO. This little girl loves having her picture made, I guess. Finally they let me go home around 11pm or so. It was insane. Talk about another scary moment in the pregnancy. But I'm just thankful everything is ok. I feel great. I go back to the doctor on Thursday for a regular appointment and then we are having our sixth ultrasound, the 4-D, on Monday. Can't wait to see those pictures!
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