I've grown so much since my 34 week pictures! I got my hair cut yesterday and my stylist said that she could tell that my face was swollen. Guess I will NOT be allowing any more pictures until this baby comes!Wednesday, October 29, 2008
38 Week Pictures
I've grown so much since my 34 week pictures! I got my hair cut yesterday and my stylist said that she could tell that my face was swollen. Guess I will NOT be allowing any more pictures until this baby comes!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Think I am going to be a 41-42 Weeker
I have NO signs of impending labor. Belly is still high. Still got my mucous plug (I think). Braxton Hicks contractions haven't changed. No cramping. I have to say...after hearing about the Chapples and Simmons babies...I want to meet my little guy...but think it will be quite a while before he arrives! I still have about 2-3 days of work I need to do before everything is completely wrapped up at my job and I have a bunch of little things that I could do before the baby comes to get the nursery ready. I think that I am going to go buy some primrose oil and start taking that to see if it will help move things along. I am also scheduled to get a massage on Saturday with a therapist that does acupressure and might see if she has any tricks up her sleeve that she could use to help speed things up.
We met with our doula tonight and went over our birth plan. I vascillate between wanting to be ultra-granola and avoiding any sort of intervention and having my "safety instinct" kick in and am willing to do whatever the doctors tell me is best for my baby. I have to admit, though, that I am a little excited to see how my labor goes....it is such an unknown. And, it is so exciting to think that I might get to have the labor that we wanted rather than a c-section or getting induced. We'll see!
We met with our doula tonight and went over our birth plan. I vascillate between wanting to be ultra-granola and avoiding any sort of intervention and having my "safety instinct" kick in and am willing to do whatever the doctors tell me is best for my baby. I have to admit, though, that I am a little excited to see how my labor goes....it is such an unknown. And, it is so exciting to think that I might get to have the labor that we wanted rather than a c-section or getting induced. We'll see!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Tyger's Big Adventure
Someone found our dog and returned him today!!
The park we lost Tyger in is part of a 20 mile long series of parks next to a huge reservoir. Hubby and I lost Tyger at mile 3 and mostly searched for him between miles 3 and 5. The wonderful human beings that found him said they picked him up at mile 18!! They lived across the reservoir and heard him howling all night long and came over in their boat the next morning to see if they could find him. He was just sitting in a pile of leaves looking sad and crying. They took him back to their house...which was a HUGE beautiful stone house with 14 foot ceilings and hard wood floors...fed him and started to call the local animal shelters to see if anyone had reported him missing. But, the animal shelters were all closed on Sunday and Monday, so they decided to make a flyer and hang them up at the park. They made this beautiful flyer and described Tyger as a "very sweet, male, Brendel," which just about sums Tyger up (other than his neurotic tail chasing). The wife was about to hang the poster in the park where they found Tyger, when she noticed one of the signs that we posted and called us! We are so lucky that such wonderful people exist in this world!! After we got back on Sunday not having found Tyger, we figured that he was gone forever and spent the day reminiscing about how sweet he was and his cute little habits. I kept finding his toys all over the house that he would lovingly tote around with him. He has been EXHAUSTED since he has been back....which is not typical for him. We had to bring his food to him in bed for the first two days because he was too tired to get up. He's getting back to normal now and so are we. Whenever he starts his highly annoying tail-chasing that makes me want to scream, I try to remember how sad I felt when I thought we had lost him. His "older brother" Roscoe seemed unphased by the whole ordeal...and...if I am honest...was a little happy not to have his high-energy little brother pestering him to play all the time!
The park we lost Tyger in is part of a 20 mile long series of parks next to a huge reservoir. Hubby and I lost Tyger at mile 3 and mostly searched for him between miles 3 and 5. The wonderful human beings that found him said they picked him up at mile 18!! They lived across the reservoir and heard him howling all night long and came over in their boat the next morning to see if they could find him. He was just sitting in a pile of leaves looking sad and crying. They took him back to their house...which was a HUGE beautiful stone house with 14 foot ceilings and hard wood floors...fed him and started to call the local animal shelters to see if anyone had reported him missing. But, the animal shelters were all closed on Sunday and Monday, so they decided to make a flyer and hang them up at the park. They made this beautiful flyer and described Tyger as a "very sweet, male, Brendel," which just about sums Tyger up (other than his neurotic tail chasing). The wife was about to hang the poster in the park where they found Tyger, when she noticed one of the signs that we posted and called us! We are so lucky that such wonderful people exist in this world!! After we got back on Sunday not having found Tyger, we figured that he was gone forever and spent the day reminiscing about how sweet he was and his cute little habits. I kept finding his toys all over the house that he would lovingly tote around with him. He has been EXHAUSTED since he has been back....which is not typical for him. We had to bring his food to him in bed for the first two days because he was too tired to get up. He's getting back to normal now and so are we. Whenever he starts his highly annoying tail-chasing that makes me want to scream, I try to remember how sad I felt when I thought we had lost him. His "older brother" Roscoe seemed unphased by the whole ordeal...and...if I am honest...was a little happy not to have his high-energy little brother pestering him to play all the time!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Lost Dog
Today my hubby and I went on a walk to celebrate the baby's successful growth and to enjoy a little bit of the fall before we hunker down when the baby comes. We took the "lads" (aka, our dogs Roscoe and Tyger) to a local state park about 45 minutes away. We planned on doing a 6 mile hike/walk. Three miles into the hike we were all alone and decided to let the dogs off their leashes to walk for a bit. We've done it many times before and they always stick by us. Today proved to be an awful exception. Our dog Tyger, a whippet/pit-bull mix that we adopted in February 2007, caught wind of a deer and took off running. We called and called him and tried to chase after him, but he took off and never looked back. We spent five hours calling his name and scouring the park. It ended up pouring down rain, our voices were hoarse, and we hadn't eaten in seven hours so we decided to leave. It was horrible. We are going to go back tomorrow with flyers and post them everywhere. The park wasn't in the middle of the wilderness so I hope that he finds a nice person to let him in their home and feed him some grub. He's a skinny little thing, so I hate to think of him all alone in the rain right now.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
My Little Porker!
We got good news today!! The baby grew leaps and bounds in the past two weeks and went from the 5th percentile to the 17th percentile, which is out of the IUGR range! Yeah! They want to keep monitoring me twice weekly until he comes, but he weighs approximately 5lbs 15oz and they are no longer talking about inducing or c-sections. Woohoo! My 3lb weight gain in the past two weeks has resulted in his 1lb 10oz weight gain, so I guess I'll keep packing it on in the last two weeks!
Of course, my first question to my husband when we left was...do you think this means I can start running again? I was half kidding because whatever I am doing...be it not running, eating a LOT of meat/food/protein, etc. is helping...but part of me really misses running. Maybe I'll try a little walk/jog tomorrow to see how it feels....I think my hubby would flip though...
In celebration, we got pumpkin ice cream. Yummy!!
Of course, my first question to my husband when we left was...do you think this means I can start running again? I was half kidding because whatever I am doing...be it not running, eating a LOT of meat/food/protein, etc. is helping...but part of me really misses running. Maybe I'll try a little walk/jog tomorrow to see how it feels....I think my hubby would flip though...
In celebration, we got pumpkin ice cream. Yummy!!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Ode to My Husband
Today, on the eve of his 35th birthday, I wanted to write a blog about my husband.....and some of the many, many reasons that I love him and think that he is an amazing man:
1. He ALWAYS stops to smell the roses. Literally. We'll be walking down the road and we'll pass some pretty rose bushes in someone's yard and he'll stop and smell a couple of them. Me? I'm focusing on "accomplishing" the walk and barely notice the roses. He always stops to make me smell them. As cheesy as it seems, it is a reminder that there are beautiful things all around us and that we should appreciate them and a reflection of his attitude toward life...that it is precious and finite and no amount of time should be wasted in getting wrapped up about the "small" things.
2. He is a walking encyclopedia and remembers absolutely everything he ever reads. He'll tell me about some obscure historical figure that he learned about in fifth grade that I barely remember, like....John Cabot (he discovered Newfoundland BTW). He is obsessed with the history chanel and animal planet. He's your go-to man in Trivial Pursuit. I will only play if I can be on his team.
3. He can solve just about any problem with an excel spreadsheet. When we first found out about IUGR, I cried and called all my friends. My husband's response was to do research in medical journals to calculate the percent chance that our nuchal fold test had been a false negative or did not detect chromosomal problems and that our baby would have down's given the amniotic fluid level, etc. When buying my engagement ring, he downloaded data from Blue Nile re: the 5 c's and cost of diamonds and ran a regression to see which "c" had the biggest impact on the cost of the diamond (cut followed by color). Then, he bought the biggest, nicest ring that he could afford with the best cut and color. I still get compliments on how it sparkles.
4. He is the biggest cuddler I have ever met. Deep in sleep in the middle of the night if I somehow get disconnected from him, he will find me and envelop me in his arms. He loves to be entangled.
5. He is a natural nurturer...even though he thinks that he is a hard @ss, he loves to see his employees, co-workers, friends, family, neighbors thrive and grow personally and professionally.
6. All of our neighbors know my husband because he is constantly working in the yard, volunteering to help in neighborhood projects, talking to people, and generally being a sociable guy. I tend to be doing my own thing, running, working inside the house, in general less social than him. He has made our house into a home and our neighbors into extended family.
7. He wants to learn all about birds and plants so that he can teach his children their names. He will spend hours looking up plants or staring at the birds that come to our birdfeeder. He spent two years trying to attract Gold Finches and Cardinals to our yard. We now have several that have made their home in our bushes.
8. He has taken care of me during IVF and this pregnancy in a way I thought no-one ever would. He brings me water in the middle of the night when I am thirsty. He cooks me dinner and tries to keep the house clean because he knows it makes me happy (by inclination, my husband is a VERY VERY dirty man). Earlier this week, I was working late and came home grumpy....only to find that he had straightened the house, turned on calming music that I love, had candles burning in every room, and had made me a delicious london broil dinner. Is this man too good to be true? Also, over the past two months, when I have freaked out about having the baby and all that we have to do to get ready for the baby, he has helped to calm me down and write out "to do" lists and commited to doing things on the list by set dates. In the past few weeks, he has: re-grouted the kitchen tile, painted and organized our medicine "closet," installed the new china cabinet in the dining room and painted it, fixed the back step, installed a new light in the kitchen, painted the kitchen, organized the "man room" in the basement, fixed my computer, researched a new camera, and finalized all the details with our new life insurance policy.
9. He is so excited to be a father. He talks to the baby every night and kisses my belly and tells our son that he loves him and he can't wait to meet him.
10. He constantly tells me how beautiful he thinks I am...particularly right now when I am 9+ months pregnant and how he will be a little sad when I am not pregnant because it is such a special time.
In addition, I think he's pretty cute:>
1. He ALWAYS stops to smell the roses. Literally. We'll be walking down the road and we'll pass some pretty rose bushes in someone's yard and he'll stop and smell a couple of them. Me? I'm focusing on "accomplishing" the walk and barely notice the roses. He always stops to make me smell them. As cheesy as it seems, it is a reminder that there are beautiful things all around us and that we should appreciate them and a reflection of his attitude toward life...that it is precious and finite and no amount of time should be wasted in getting wrapped up about the "small" things.
2. He is a walking encyclopedia and remembers absolutely everything he ever reads. He'll tell me about some obscure historical figure that he learned about in fifth grade that I barely remember, like....John Cabot (he discovered Newfoundland BTW). He is obsessed with the history chanel and animal planet. He's your go-to man in Trivial Pursuit. I will only play if I can be on his team.
3. He can solve just about any problem with an excel spreadsheet. When we first found out about IUGR, I cried and called all my friends. My husband's response was to do research in medical journals to calculate the percent chance that our nuchal fold test had been a false negative or did not detect chromosomal problems and that our baby would have down's given the amniotic fluid level, etc. When buying my engagement ring, he downloaded data from Blue Nile re: the 5 c's and cost of diamonds and ran a regression to see which "c" had the biggest impact on the cost of the diamond (cut followed by color). Then, he bought the biggest, nicest ring that he could afford with the best cut and color. I still get compliments on how it sparkles.
4. He is the biggest cuddler I have ever met. Deep in sleep in the middle of the night if I somehow get disconnected from him, he will find me and envelop me in his arms. He loves to be entangled.
5. He is a natural nurturer...even though he thinks that he is a hard @ss, he loves to see his employees, co-workers, friends, family, neighbors thrive and grow personally and professionally.
6. All of our neighbors know my husband because he is constantly working in the yard, volunteering to help in neighborhood projects, talking to people, and generally being a sociable guy. I tend to be doing my own thing, running, working inside the house, in general less social than him. He has made our house into a home and our neighbors into extended family.
7. He wants to learn all about birds and plants so that he can teach his children their names. He will spend hours looking up plants or staring at the birds that come to our birdfeeder. He spent two years trying to attract Gold Finches and Cardinals to our yard. We now have several that have made their home in our bushes.
8. He has taken care of me during IVF and this pregnancy in a way I thought no-one ever would. He brings me water in the middle of the night when I am thirsty. He cooks me dinner and tries to keep the house clean because he knows it makes me happy (by inclination, my husband is a VERY VERY dirty man). Earlier this week, I was working late and came home grumpy....only to find that he had straightened the house, turned on calming music that I love, had candles burning in every room, and had made me a delicious london broil dinner. Is this man too good to be true? Also, over the past two months, when I have freaked out about having the baby and all that we have to do to get ready for the baby, he has helped to calm me down and write out "to do" lists and commited to doing things on the list by set dates. In the past few weeks, he has: re-grouted the kitchen tile, painted and organized our medicine "closet," installed the new china cabinet in the dining room and painted it, fixed the back step, installed a new light in the kitchen, painted the kitchen, organized the "man room" in the basement, fixed my computer, researched a new camera, and finalized all the details with our new life insurance policy.
9. He is so excited to be a father. He talks to the baby every night and kisses my belly and tells our son that he loves him and he can't wait to meet him.
10. He constantly tells me how beautiful he thinks I am...particularly right now when I am 9+ months pregnant and how he will be a little sad when I am not pregnant because it is such a special time.
In addition, I think he's pretty cute:>
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Boobies
I went to a breastfeeding class today. There were about 20 pregnant women packed in a 15x20 foot room. It was insanely hot with so many burgeoning bellies in such a small circumference! The class was reassuring more than anything else. After all my reading and conversations with other mothers, I feel slightly prepared that I know *something* about nursing.
After the class, about 6 of us stayed to get measured for nursing bras and our nipples checked out. For the record, I am a very bashful person "in the locker room" so to speak. I don't change in front of my sisters or my friends....even my oldest friends that know everything about me will never see me prancing around in my underwear. When changing at the gym, I face the locker and do all the middle school tricks so that no-one really sees you changing. So, when the instructor first said that we would all be fitted for bras in the SAME room and then look at each others nipples, my first reaction was "hell no." But, then I figured that I would never see these women again and that I really needed to get fitted for a bra and I didn't have that much time left, so I needed to suck it up. So, I stayed. Turns out, at the PEAK of my pregnancy, I am a whopping 34 B. Wow. Most of the other women were whipping out the D's. Oh well, I guess I won't have saggy breasts? Also, I was worried that I had flat or inverted nipples as I've always likened my nipples to 12 year old adolescents. I don't have the "porn star" nipples that stick out. The lactation consultant said that my nipples were fine and that the baby would pull them out and even commented on my nice, numerous Montgomery's tubercles. It was hilarious to me to see so many pregnant women walking around with their bellies sticking out and staring at each other's nipples, but also pretty neat. We were all about to join the oldest sorority in the world....the mom club!
As for staying mentally sane while waiting to find out about the baby on the 23rd, I am in a much better place now. I had a monitoring session on Monday and the baby showed good fetal movement, blood flow, heart rate, and was even "practice breathing." I go in tomorrow for more monitoring and actually get to talk to my OBGyn for the first time in person since I got the IUGR diagnosis. At this point, I am taking the attitude that I cannot worry about the baby until he comes as there is nothing that I can do at this point if there is something wrong with him. I have always been a worry wart that focuses on the worst case scenario (so as to be prepared) and I am slowly learning...through IVF and pregnancy...that I don't control anything by worrying and that the best that I can do is to try and be positive about the situation and have faith in my strength. No one gets through life without suffering, so you have to learn how to live through it. As much as I believe this to be a truth, I also believe that you have to choose to be happy and choose to find the things about living that make it worthwhile. OK...enough from me....
After the class, about 6 of us stayed to get measured for nursing bras and our nipples checked out. For the record, I am a very bashful person "in the locker room" so to speak. I don't change in front of my sisters or my friends....even my oldest friends that know everything about me will never see me prancing around in my underwear. When changing at the gym, I face the locker and do all the middle school tricks so that no-one really sees you changing. So, when the instructor first said that we would all be fitted for bras in the SAME room and then look at each others nipples, my first reaction was "hell no." But, then I figured that I would never see these women again and that I really needed to get fitted for a bra and I didn't have that much time left, so I needed to suck it up. So, I stayed. Turns out, at the PEAK of my pregnancy, I am a whopping 34 B. Wow. Most of the other women were whipping out the D's. Oh well, I guess I won't have saggy breasts? Also, I was worried that I had flat or inverted nipples as I've always likened my nipples to 12 year old adolescents. I don't have the "porn star" nipples that stick out. The lactation consultant said that my nipples were fine and that the baby would pull them out and even commented on my nice, numerous Montgomery's tubercles. It was hilarious to me to see so many pregnant women walking around with their bellies sticking out and staring at each other's nipples, but also pretty neat. We were all about to join the oldest sorority in the world....the mom club!
As for staying mentally sane while waiting to find out about the baby on the 23rd, I am in a much better place now. I had a monitoring session on Monday and the baby showed good fetal movement, blood flow, heart rate, and was even "practice breathing." I go in tomorrow for more monitoring and actually get to talk to my OBGyn for the first time in person since I got the IUGR diagnosis. At this point, I am taking the attitude that I cannot worry about the baby until he comes as there is nothing that I can do at this point if there is something wrong with him. I have always been a worry wart that focuses on the worst case scenario (so as to be prepared) and I am slowly learning...through IVF and pregnancy...that I don't control anything by worrying and that the best that I can do is to try and be positive about the situation and have faith in my strength. No one gets through life without suffering, so you have to learn how to live through it. As much as I believe this to be a truth, I also believe that you have to choose to be happy and choose to find the things about living that make it worthwhile. OK...enough from me....
Monday, October 13, 2008
How to Survive
Read a quote today about how prisoners of war survived mentally: "If you kept your mind occupied, you were going to be okay." Not that my situation is at all like that of a prisoner of war, but I am trapped in my own mind right now....
My goal for today. Keeping occupied with things NOT baby.
My goal for today. Keeping occupied with things NOT baby.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
The Two Week Wait
I have done the two week wait many many times in the past two years, waiting for pregnancy test results. This wait, however, has got to be the longest and the worst two weeks of my life. I am pretty much crying all day. I try to distract myself with work and chores around the house and spending time with friends, but the past four days have been very rough. I can't sleep at night and it is all that I can do not to curl up in the fetal position and be defeated. There is baby stuff everywhere and it breaks my heart. I have been surrounding myself with my closest friends who will make me laugh and let me cry and feel blessed to have such a wonderful support network. My husband has been amazing in dealing with me, too. I know that we are strong enough to handle whatever happens, but sometimes I get tired of the struggle and tired of the pain. We go in for our first monitoring session tomorrow. I hope the doctor can give us some answers about the chance that this baby has a chromosomal problem. At this point, amnio doesn't really make sense, but I think it might be helpful for us to know what we are facing.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Things could be very very bad.....
Well, I did my on-line research and things could be very very bad. I spent most of yesterday crying.
Intrauterine growth retardation (IUGR) also known as intrauterine growth restriction or small for gestational age (SGA) occurs when the fetus is less than 10 percent of predicted fetal weight for gestational age.
There are two types of IUGR.
Symmetric--head and stomach are both behind. Indicates a chromosomal problem, like Down's or Trisomy 21. (this is what I have)
Asymmetric--head is larger than stomach. Indicates maternal causes such as chronic hypertension or placental problems.
There is a possibility that the baby is just "constitutionally small," i.e., just a smaller baby and that there is nothing wrong with the baby. But, my baby is *really* small....less than 10th percentile.
I talked to my doctor yesterday about the possible causes. I asked whether I was doing something. Was I gaining enough? Was my running a factor? She said that maternal factors haven't been linked with symmetric IUGR, but that just to be on the safe side that I should cut out the running and start drinking an ensure every day and try to make sure that I am getting more protein. I haven't been eating much protein because of my nausea. My diet is mostly bread, cereal, fruit, hummus/veggie sandwiches, cheese, peanut butter, and chicken for dinner. But, my general impression was that these changes would only be to make me feel as if I was doing something. Regardless, I am going to cut out running until my next ultrasound on 10/23 and see if that helps him grow.
I am most concerned about the chromosomal abnormalities. We had the nuchal translucency screening and genetic testing at 11 weeks and that showed nothing. The baby isn't showing any other factors typically associated with trisomy 21, etc. and I don't have any family history. The doctor said that she wished she could tell me this wasn't a possibility but she couldn't.
I am pretty devastated. After all that we went through to have this baby, I am heart-broken to think that there is something wrong with him. I can't imagine life with a Down's baby. I dreamed of how my baby would be so smart...a little bookworm like his father and me. I don't know how I am going to make it to the 23rd to see if he is growing. I barely slept at all last night.
Intrauterine growth retardation (IUGR) also known as intrauterine growth restriction or small for gestational age (SGA) occurs when the fetus is less than 10 percent of predicted fetal weight for gestational age.
There are two types of IUGR.
Symmetric--head and stomach are both behind. Indicates a chromosomal problem, like Down's or Trisomy 21. (this is what I have)
Asymmetric--head is larger than stomach. Indicates maternal causes such as chronic hypertension or placental problems.
There is a possibility that the baby is just "constitutionally small," i.e., just a smaller baby and that there is nothing wrong with the baby. But, my baby is *really* small....less than 10th percentile.
I talked to my doctor yesterday about the possible causes. I asked whether I was doing something. Was I gaining enough? Was my running a factor? She said that maternal factors haven't been linked with symmetric IUGR, but that just to be on the safe side that I should cut out the running and start drinking an ensure every day and try to make sure that I am getting more protein. I haven't been eating much protein because of my nausea. My diet is mostly bread, cereal, fruit, hummus/veggie sandwiches, cheese, peanut butter, and chicken for dinner. But, my general impression was that these changes would only be to make me feel as if I was doing something. Regardless, I am going to cut out running until my next ultrasound on 10/23 and see if that helps him grow.
I am most concerned about the chromosomal abnormalities. We had the nuchal translucency screening and genetic testing at 11 weeks and that showed nothing. The baby isn't showing any other factors typically associated with trisomy 21, etc. and I don't have any family history. The doctor said that she wished she could tell me this wasn't a possibility but she couldn't.
I am pretty devastated. After all that we went through to have this baby, I am heart-broken to think that there is something wrong with him. I can't imagine life with a Down's baby. I dreamed of how my baby would be so smart...a little bookworm like his father and me. I don't know how I am going to make it to the 23rd to see if he is growing. I barely slept at all last night.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Intrauterine Growth Restriction
So, I went in for my level 2 sonogram to find out why I was measuring small and to see if the baby is OK. The baby is measuring nearly 3 weeks behind and the doctor was concerned that the head and the stomach in particular were measuring behind. They said the baby's heartrate, placenta flow, blood flow, activity level, heart, brain, and digestive system development all looked normal. The doctor wants me to come in for twice weekly monitoring to check out the baby's blood flow, heart rate, etc. and that they would have me come in for another ultrasound on 10/23 to see how the baby was growing. The doctor said that if the baby hadn't shown growth progress by the 10/23 ultrasound that they would want to start the conversation about having the baby early (i.e., c-section). However, if the baby has shown progress, then we would just continue to monitor the baby and would likely want to induce me during my 39th week because they wouldn't want the baby to be in there past 40 weeks because the placenta begins to disintegrate and the baby is already behind in its growth. I just hope that there isn't something chromosomally wrong with the baby. I noticed on my insurance form that they listed my condition as intrauterine growth restriction so I have to go research that more....
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Week 35 Running Stats and Baby Shower!
Pictures from the Baby Shower...
I never would have thought that I would be running this much so late in my pregnancy! I haven't had time for weights or yoga, but am hoping to pick it up again next week. I kind of feel defeated about it at this point in time and would rather spend my spare time in the evenings doing stuff to get ready for the baby or hanging out with my friends. I really haven't been doing weights regularly since June and cannot believe how much muscle I have lost in my arms. They are skinny little sticks again! Part of me just figures that I will pick it up again after the baby comes, but I really shouldn't let myself get lazy.
Week 35 Running Stats
Monday, September 29, 2008: 8.5 miles
Tuesday, September 30, 2008: 7 miles
Wednesday, October 1, 2008: 7 miles
Thursday, October 2, 2008: 8.5 miles
Friday, October 3, 2008: 8.5 miles
Saturday, October 4, 2008: 7 miles
Sunday, October 5, 2008: 7.5 miles
Total Mileage: 54 miles
I had my baby shower yesterday...I have such mixed emotions about the shower. I had built it up in my head for so long because I had attended so many baby showers and had wondered if I ever would have the opportunity to have my own baby shower. First and foremost, I felt so spoiled and overwhelmed by the generosity of the people in my life. My sister and sister-in-law, who threw the shower, were so thoughtful. The theme of the shower was "Let the Wild Rumpus Start," stolen from the book "Where the Wild Things Are." My sister found invitations with the "Where the Wild Things Are" theme and bought party favors along the same vein. My sister-in-law made this AMAZING cake that had a boat and monsters on it. I cannot believe how much baby stuff we got and feel so incommunicably grateful. I opened presents for an hour and a half, which I have to admit was painful. I hate excess, so the idea of 12 baby blankets, over 30 baby outfits, 6 sleep sacks, 4 towels etc. just feels glutenous. I also felt so guilty being the center of attention and couldn't stop thinking about how everyone there was probably bored to tears. In addition, I was a little overwhelmed by the number of people at the shower. I had my relatives, my husband's relatives, AND my friends. It was a bit too much. Over 30 people in my tiny house! For all the ladies thinking about having baby showers, I would highly recommend smaller showers so that you get to spend time with the people at the shower. After the shower was over and everyone went home, I cried. I felt like I hadn't gotten to spend enough quality time with anyone and was disgusted by the excessive amount of things that we had gotten and mad at myself for being upset about the shower that I had wanted for so long and that people had been so thoughtful to plan and attend. I am still trying to make peace with myself about the shower.
Week 35 Running Stats
Monday, September 29, 2008: 8.5 miles
Tuesday, September 30, 2008: 7 miles
Wednesday, October 1, 2008: 7 miles
Thursday, October 2, 2008: 8.5 miles
Friday, October 3, 2008: 8.5 miles
Saturday, October 4, 2008: 7 miles
Sunday, October 5, 2008: 7.5 miles
Total Mileage: 54 miles
I had my baby shower yesterday...I have such mixed emotions about the shower. I had built it up in my head for so long because I had attended so many baby showers and had wondered if I ever would have the opportunity to have my own baby shower. First and foremost, I felt so spoiled and overwhelmed by the generosity of the people in my life. My sister and sister-in-law, who threw the shower, were so thoughtful. The theme of the shower was "Let the Wild Rumpus Start," stolen from the book "Where the Wild Things Are." My sister found invitations with the "Where the Wild Things Are" theme and bought party favors along the same vein. My sister-in-law made this AMAZING cake that had a boat and monsters on it. I cannot believe how much baby stuff we got and feel so incommunicably grateful. I opened presents for an hour and a half, which I have to admit was painful. I hate excess, so the idea of 12 baby blankets, over 30 baby outfits, 6 sleep sacks, 4 towels etc. just feels glutenous. I also felt so guilty being the center of attention and couldn't stop thinking about how everyone there was probably bored to tears. In addition, I was a little overwhelmed by the number of people at the shower. I had my relatives, my husband's relatives, AND my friends. It was a bit too much. Over 30 people in my tiny house! For all the ladies thinking about having baby showers, I would highly recommend smaller showers so that you get to spend time with the people at the shower. After the shower was over and everyone went home, I cried. I felt like I hadn't gotten to spend enough quality time with anyone and was disgusted by the excessive amount of things that we had gotten and mad at myself for being upset about the shower that I had wanted for so long and that people had been so thoughtful to plan and attend. I am still trying to make peace with myself about the shower.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Measuring Small
So, went for my biweekly appointment today. I asked to be measured again because folks keep telling me I am small. The doctor measured me at 30 cm...which is what I measured at 32 weeks. She said that I should be measuring 32-36, but that perhaps the baby's position was causing me to measure small and that the measurement is just a rough estimate. She's having me go for a sonogram next week to make sure he's growing on target. I am definitely bigger than I was at 30 weeks, so am not sure why I measured small. I hope everything is OK!
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