Because I'm loaded with gas. And it always seems to come out at the most embarassing times! Argh. Its the one thing I wish would go away.
Take for instance, public restrooms. I'm always petrified to use one because I never know what sounds my body is going to make when I sit down. Its all just air, but sometimes its just way to much. I try to hold it in, but when you have to pee really bad that's not really possible.
Oh what fun this is!
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
Eggplant- book II
How far along: 26 weeks
How big is baby: Still the eggplant-14 inches long and 1 and 2/3 pounds!
How big is baby: Still the eggplant-14 inches long and 1 and 2/3 pounds!
Total weight gain: Not stepping on the scale today. Just don't feel like it.
Maternity clothes: I'm not in love with my jeans and that makes me sad. They are really tight in the thighs, which I hate. I know they looks good, but I don't find them all that comfy. Bummer.
Maternity clothes: I'm not in love with my jeans and that makes me sad. They are really tight in the thighs, which I hate. I know they looks good, but I don't find them all that comfy. Bummer.
Sleep: Had some restless nights. Abby decided that since I was up, she would be up too. It was nice to lay there in the dark and quiet and feel her bopping around.
Best moment this week: Getting the crib ordered!
Best moment this week: Getting the crib ordered!
Gender: Girl!
Craving: Still lots of water. And fruit. And ice cream.
Movement: I discovered she loved a rocking chair. She went nuts last night at a friends house when I rocked in their recliner. I can't wait for the glider to come in so I can try it out. I'm looking forward to getting a lot of use out of that chair.
Labor Signs: None, yeah!
Belly Button in or out: Still in. Haven't seen much change in it lately.
Stretch marks: Still none.
What I miss: I think I've started to waddle. I miss walking like a normal person. The waddle depends on the amount of back pain.
What I am looking forward to: I've scheduled a prenatal massage in two weeks and the 3D ultrasound in a month. I can't wait for both of these!
Milestones: I think getting the crib and furniture ordered was a big step this week. I'm so hoping there is no more trouble with it. I can't wait for it to get here and set it up.
Here is a photo from yesterday 25weeks 6days. I need to just start labelling these the next week!
Friday, August 10, 2012
The debacle
Last weekend, we went to Babies R Us to order the furniture. We had selected it when we registered, but we weren't ready to get it due to space, and money. I decided we could all go and make a night on the town with it. Thought it would be simple and easy. Ha!
I ask the store worker in the furniture department about ordering the three pieces. He looks in the computer and tells me that he can get the dresser and the nightstand, but the crib is out of stock. I ask if we can order one. He tells me, No, if there are not any in the warehouse, we don't have any. So I ask when there will be more in. He says he doesn't know. I ask if they do rain checks because the crib is currently on sale. He said No. So Gene asks if we can get one from another store. He starts looking around and making some calls. I ask him how come I can get the crib and dresser online, but I can't get the nightstand. He tells me its because the nightstand is only special order and has to be done in the store.
At this point, another sales worker comes over and she has a little more knowledge. I ask if I call the 888 number in the catalog, can we order all three pieces. The guy says he doesn't know. So Gene takes the phone and starts dialing. At this point we explain to the lady what's going on. She automatically agrees to give me the sale price because its not my fault its out of stock. Yeah! Gene is able to order the pieces on the phone, but it will be $200 more to ship them straight to the house and not just to the store. Argh.
At this point, the lady tells us that this is a new crib set and they should get more shortly. They are most likely out because of the sale. She can't tell me exactly when, but she is confident it would be within the next few weeks. Gene allows me to make the final decision. He's ready to pull the trigger on the phone and eat up the $200. I'm not ready to do that, so I say lets order the dresser and the nightstand, and check back on the crib.
Whew.... but just wait.
When we get to the register, we happen to get in line from our male friend in furniture. He rings everything up, I swipe my card. Just waiting for the receipt, and.... the computer crashes. So now a manager is involved. They don't want to run it again because they are worried it went through and they don't want me to get charged twice. They keep checking their system, but they can't tell it went through. After a long wait, the manager tells me I need to check my bank statement the next day and call back with the results. If it went through, great, we are set. If not, they can run it over the phone.
So on Sunday, I check and its gone through. I call the guy and tell him. He said it didn't show going in on their side, but he would take my word and process it through. I just needed to bring a copy of my statement by to prove it was paid. Argh!
So yesterday, I go by to take my statement. I ask for the guy, he's not there. I ask for the manager that helped us, he's not there. I even ask for the lady that helped us, she's not there! Oh boy. So a new person gets involved. I tell her what's going on, I show her all my papers. She fiddles on the computer. She disappears into an office in the back somewhere. I stand at customer service and I wait. A nice guy asks if I want a chair. I decline. I would love to sit down, but I want to stand there and see how much I am suffering and how much of a discomfort all of this is.
After an eternity she comes back and tells me that things are good. She uses a lot of language I didn't understand, but the bottom line was reiterated that I can pick up my stuff in Anderson when they call.
So, since I am there, I decide to ask. I ask if they have any cribs? She looks it up and says yes they do! Hmmm... I wonder how long they've know this. I give it the benefit of the doubt, since I was suppose to get a call ASAP when they were available. I tell her I want to order one. She thinks I want to add it to my other order. I tell her I don't care how its done, but I want that crib and I want to pick it up in the Anderson store. She fiddles more on the computer. They check me out. Staple all my pieces of paper together and I'm out the door.
Exhausted!
Now we just wait two weeks for it to arrive and hope its what we wanted. The nightstand will take longer, but its not a necessity right now and it should arrive before the birth.
I would like a little something in my lemonade now.
I ask the store worker in the furniture department about ordering the three pieces. He looks in the computer and tells me that he can get the dresser and the nightstand, but the crib is out of stock. I ask if we can order one. He tells me, No, if there are not any in the warehouse, we don't have any. So I ask when there will be more in. He says he doesn't know. I ask if they do rain checks because the crib is currently on sale. He said No. So Gene asks if we can get one from another store. He starts looking around and making some calls. I ask him how come I can get the crib and dresser online, but I can't get the nightstand. He tells me its because the nightstand is only special order and has to be done in the store.
At this point, another sales worker comes over and she has a little more knowledge. I ask if I call the 888 number in the catalog, can we order all three pieces. The guy says he doesn't know. So Gene takes the phone and starts dialing. At this point we explain to the lady what's going on. She automatically agrees to give me the sale price because its not my fault its out of stock. Yeah! Gene is able to order the pieces on the phone, but it will be $200 more to ship them straight to the house and not just to the store. Argh.
At this point, the lady tells us that this is a new crib set and they should get more shortly. They are most likely out because of the sale. She can't tell me exactly when, but she is confident it would be within the next few weeks. Gene allows me to make the final decision. He's ready to pull the trigger on the phone and eat up the $200. I'm not ready to do that, so I say lets order the dresser and the nightstand, and check back on the crib.
Whew.... but just wait.
When we get to the register, we happen to get in line from our male friend in furniture. He rings everything up, I swipe my card. Just waiting for the receipt, and.... the computer crashes. So now a manager is involved. They don't want to run it again because they are worried it went through and they don't want me to get charged twice. They keep checking their system, but they can't tell it went through. After a long wait, the manager tells me I need to check my bank statement the next day and call back with the results. If it went through, great, we are set. If not, they can run it over the phone.
So on Sunday, I check and its gone through. I call the guy and tell him. He said it didn't show going in on their side, but he would take my word and process it through. I just needed to bring a copy of my statement by to prove it was paid. Argh!
So yesterday, I go by to take my statement. I ask for the guy, he's not there. I ask for the manager that helped us, he's not there. I even ask for the lady that helped us, she's not there! Oh boy. So a new person gets involved. I tell her what's going on, I show her all my papers. She fiddles on the computer. She disappears into an office in the back somewhere. I stand at customer service and I wait. A nice guy asks if I want a chair. I decline. I would love to sit down, but I want to stand there and see how much I am suffering and how much of a discomfort all of this is.
After an eternity she comes back and tells me that things are good. She uses a lot of language I didn't understand, but the bottom line was reiterated that I can pick up my stuff in Anderson when they call.
So, since I am there, I decide to ask. I ask if they have any cribs? She looks it up and says yes they do! Hmmm... I wonder how long they've know this. I give it the benefit of the doubt, since I was suppose to get a call ASAP when they were available. I tell her I want to order one. She thinks I want to add it to my other order. I tell her I don't care how its done, but I want that crib and I want to pick it up in the Anderson store. She fiddles more on the computer. They check me out. Staple all my pieces of paper together and I'm out the door.
Exhausted!
Now we just wait two weeks for it to arrive and hope its what we wanted. The nightstand will take longer, but its not a necessity right now and it should arrive before the birth.
I would like a little something in my lemonade now.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Eggplant
How far along: 25 weeks!
How big is baby: Now the size of an eggplant. Approximately 1.5 pounds, the weight of a medium rutabaga.
How big is baby: Now the size of an eggplant. Approximately 1.5 pounds, the weight of a medium rutabaga.
Total weight gain: up 17 pounds now. Eek. That's 7 since the last visit 5 weeks ago. If I didn't feel like the bottomless pit all the time it might not be so much. But, the doctor was not concerned, so neither am I.
Maternity clothes: Loving them. Some of my non-maternity shirts are starting to get tight. It might be time to fully switch over.
Sleep: Not getting enough due to the Olympics. I'm staying up past my bed time trying to watch all I can. I don't make it too late but later than I should.
Best moment this week: Seeing Abby's room get trim and doors. Some furniture is on order. Its all coming together.
Sleep: Not getting enough due to the Olympics. I'm staying up past my bed time trying to watch all I can. I don't make it too late but later than I should.
Best moment this week: Seeing Abby's room get trim and doors. Some furniture is on order. Its all coming together.
Gender: Girl!
Craving: Again, another week for beer. Especially after the great debacle we had trying to get a crib.
Movement: She's responding more to sounds. She likes church music. She was quite antsy in church on Sunday.
Labor Signs: None, yeah!
Belly Button in or out: Still in. But getting flatter.
Stretch marks: Still none.
What I miss: Not missing much this week. Its still all surreal. I guess this is the happy phase of 2nd trimester.
What I am looking forward to: We are going away for the weekend in a few weeks. I'm planning on getting a prenatal message. I think that would be magnificent!
Milestones: No biggies this week. Got some furniture ordered, got some trim on the walls. Got to hear the heartbeat again. I go back in just 3 weeks for my glucose testing. Blah!
Mother Nature
My mother in law has a small farm of miniature donkeys. There is 14 or so of these little creatures roaming the pasture between her house and ours. They are no burden to us. They are far enough away from our house we can't hear them, or smell them. They are all friendly. They will come to the fence when you walk by. The will nip at your pants when you go into the pasture. They are loving pets.
Yesterday I got word that one was having a baby. After I got home and did my chores, I walked up to the barn hoping to see the new baby. I was surprised to see Missy still in labor. And she wasn't looking good. Things had stalled and the vet was on the way. She laid down in her stall. Occasionally rolling around in agony. She would periodically stand up. I felt the need to stay with her. Maybe a mothering instinct. When she would stand, I would pat her head or rub her ears. I would talk to her and tell her what a good job she was doing.
Once the vet arrived he didn't feel optimistic about the situation either. He said he could save Missy, but the baby is probably already gone. They sedated her and was able to extract the baby. The tiny Jennette had worked herself breech. There was no way Missy was going to birth her alone. As feared, the baby wasn't alive, but Missy would make a full recovery.
When I left, I walked home through the woods and I stopped to smell the air. To take a moment to process it all. I was heartbroken for Missy. I knew she would be missing her baby. She experienced my biggest fear. She carried that baby for 14 months and now its gone. I'm not traumatized by the event. I stayed on my own free will. I wanted to see what would happen, I wanted to be the moral support for Missy that I knew I would need if I was in that situation. I know she can't speak, but she can listen. She needed to hear comforting things, to be reassured that everything would be ok.
Every day, every thing is a blessing. I gave Abby a good rub as I stood there in the woods. She responded with a pat back. They say there is nothing stronger than an bond between a mother and a child, and only mothers understand that. I believe that's true. I think Abby knows what I need and when I need it. She was active while I talked to Missy. Kinda of like a reminder that I'm doing the right thing. Like I had my own little cheerleader helping me.
At my check up this morning it was amazing to once again hear her heartbeat. A sweet sound following by gentle kicking to let me know everything is ok.
Yesterday I got word that one was having a baby. After I got home and did my chores, I walked up to the barn hoping to see the new baby. I was surprised to see Missy still in labor. And she wasn't looking good. Things had stalled and the vet was on the way. She laid down in her stall. Occasionally rolling around in agony. She would periodically stand up. I felt the need to stay with her. Maybe a mothering instinct. When she would stand, I would pat her head or rub her ears. I would talk to her and tell her what a good job she was doing.
Once the vet arrived he didn't feel optimistic about the situation either. He said he could save Missy, but the baby is probably already gone. They sedated her and was able to extract the baby. The tiny Jennette had worked herself breech. There was no way Missy was going to birth her alone. As feared, the baby wasn't alive, but Missy would make a full recovery.
When I left, I walked home through the woods and I stopped to smell the air. To take a moment to process it all. I was heartbroken for Missy. I knew she would be missing her baby. She experienced my biggest fear. She carried that baby for 14 months and now its gone. I'm not traumatized by the event. I stayed on my own free will. I wanted to see what would happen, I wanted to be the moral support for Missy that I knew I would need if I was in that situation. I know she can't speak, but she can listen. She needed to hear comforting things, to be reassured that everything would be ok.
Every day, every thing is a blessing. I gave Abby a good rub as I stood there in the woods. She responded with a pat back. They say there is nothing stronger than an bond between a mother and a child, and only mothers understand that. I believe that's true. I think Abby knows what I need and when I need it. She was active while I talked to Missy. Kinda of like a reminder that I'm doing the right thing. Like I had my own little cheerleader helping me.
At my check up this morning it was amazing to once again hear her heartbeat. A sweet sound following by gentle kicking to let me know everything is ok.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Amazing Grace
Yesterday, a sweet friend of mine went into Labor and Delivery to have her miracle.
Heather and I have never met in person. We became friends on a photography forum. There was a sub forum for Infertility and some how we hit it off. We are the same age but we have different diagnosis. It didn't matter, the journey's had been the same. She was very comforting through my first IVF. When it came time for her IVF, I cheered her on, sending her good luck notes, and even a special care package. I was delighted that her first was successful.
She's picked me up when I have been at my lowest. Even though we only communicate through facebook, or text message, she is my savior. She understands the true heart ache of infertility and the continuing anxiety it brings into pregnancy. She has never once thought I was being irrational. She said pleasing words time and time again as I fell deeper and deeper. And the day of my BFP, she was one of the first to know, complete with pictures of pee sticks. She was and still is my biggest cheerleader. Hundreds of miles away, cheering me on.
As she went into the hospital yesterday, I sent her one last message of encouragement. I told her that day is the day she had been waiting for. All the needles, the poking, the prodding are all done and the pain is in the past. The painful part is over.
I didn't really feel the impact of that statement until later that morning. We were sitting in church, the organist and pianist playing a duet of Amazing Grace. I wanted to cry right there. It was true. All the pain of infertility was much more intense then that which would come with child birth. I'm not fearful of delivery, and maybe this is why. I know what I've been through and how physically and emotionally hard it has been to get there. At the point of delivery, I am ready.
I still waiting to hear word on Baby Boys arrival. I don't want to pester too much. I know she will tell me as soon as she can. All I can do now is pray for a safe arrival into the world.
Heather and I have never met in person. We became friends on a photography forum. There was a sub forum for Infertility and some how we hit it off. We are the same age but we have different diagnosis. It didn't matter, the journey's had been the same. She was very comforting through my first IVF. When it came time for her IVF, I cheered her on, sending her good luck notes, and even a special care package. I was delighted that her first was successful.
She's picked me up when I have been at my lowest. Even though we only communicate through facebook, or text message, she is my savior. She understands the true heart ache of infertility and the continuing anxiety it brings into pregnancy. She has never once thought I was being irrational. She said pleasing words time and time again as I fell deeper and deeper. And the day of my BFP, she was one of the first to know, complete with pictures of pee sticks. She was and still is my biggest cheerleader. Hundreds of miles away, cheering me on.
As she went into the hospital yesterday, I sent her one last message of encouragement. I told her that day is the day she had been waiting for. All the needles, the poking, the prodding are all done and the pain is in the past. The painful part is over.
I didn't really feel the impact of that statement until later that morning. We were sitting in church, the organist and pianist playing a duet of Amazing Grace. I wanted to cry right there. It was true. All the pain of infertility was much more intense then that which would come with child birth. I'm not fearful of delivery, and maybe this is why. I know what I've been through and how physically and emotionally hard it has been to get there. At the point of delivery, I am ready.
I still waiting to hear word on Baby Boys arrival. I don't want to pester too much. I know she will tell me as soon as she can. All I can do now is pray for a safe arrival into the world.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Spot Check
So here I am, over 24 weeks in (20 of those known weeks), and every time I go to the bathroom, I still check for blood.
Every.single.time.
I have a feeling that's not going to stop.
Every.single.time.
I have a feeling that's not going to stop.
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