Thursday, February 28, 2008

yes, I'm still pregnant

39 weeks, 2 days, 7 hours & 45 minutes pregnant & still no news on the western front. I'm gonna start answering the phone by saying, "No, I'm not in labor yet.".

I'm wondering though, if tomorrow might be the day. There are a few factors that would make it less than ideal and therefore more likely. It's called sod law, murphys law, finagles law or whatever you want to call it.
For one, it's a leap year & tomorrow is that day that only happens every 4 years for some reason which means if she is born tomorrow, she'll only have a birthday every four years - that's a good or a bad thing depending on how you look at it I guess. Second, the doctor on call this Friday & Saturday is the guy who sang "Ape Man" by the Kinks during most of an appointment. It's a very humbling experience, having someone checking under your hood and singing. I mean seriously, if you're gonna sing, at least think about the choice of song. So I predicted right there on that table that even though there are 6 other (non-singing) doctors that could potentially deliver my baby, he's gonna be the one. Third, Grandma & Grandpa E will be in Portugal & away from their web cam. Fourth, my support group, Jamie and Sarah, will be out of town too. Additionally, the doctor I just saw on Wednesday said she thinks it'll happen this weekend despite the fact that nothing is changing down there. She said she just has a hunch about these things. AND lastly, Jonathan thinks it's happening tomorrow (wrote it on the calendar about 2 months ago) and he's notoriously spooky about this stuff. He's like my very own psychic friend and when he makes weird little predictions like this, they're usually pretty accurate.

So we'll see.

Friday, February 22, 2008

a note to my fetus

Dear Fetus,

Okay - coast is clear - it's safe to come out now. Seriously. You know you want to. I know you might be comfy and warm, but just wait till you get to finally stretch your legs again. It's gotta be getting cramped in there - I really don't have any more skin to spare. Trust me, the world isn't as scary as you've heard. All that loud screaming you keep hearing is only your brother and he just does that because he's so happy that he's getting a little sister. I promise we'll have a better name for you too. So don't worry. Just come out.
We all can't wait to meet you.


love,

mommy

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

The Story of Stuff

I highly recommend watching this eye opening video about our consumer driven culture. It just might make you think twice about throwing away that perfectly good, 3 yr. old cell phone you have for a shiny new iphone. I am so moved by what I just watched, especially about the breast milk, that I fully intend to change some shopping habits of my own.

video

for more info go here.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

1-2-3 Magic

I'm not big on books that claim to have all the answers when it comes to parenting or discipline, but I seriously needed help when it came to managing discipline with Jake. About all I new was we weren't spanking people, but that was it. When it came to handling tantrums and time outs, I didn't really know how to approach it except maybe curl up in a fetal position and stare at the wall for a while. I tried doing what they all tell you, "ignore the tantrum", but that didn't work.
You see, Jake has to be the biggest drama queen EVER. We're talking head hitting the floor (even concrete), legs flailing and a scream so deafening I'm sure it makes dogs howl from miles away. My only method was to about face & run away. We needed something better obviously. So, after throwing a few uncalled for tantrums myself, I finally decided to ask our pediatrician what to do. He suggested I get this book 1-2-3- Magic. I have to say I was a little skeptical because Jake's not even two and the age this book is aimed at is 2-12, PLUS this is Jake we're talking about. I finally figured, what the hell, nothing ventured, nothing gained right?
So, a few months ago I started using the method on Jake and I have to admit it's really curbed the bad behavior and I don't have to shout or have a time out myself. All I have to do is count to 3 and that's it. At 3 he gets a time out for 2 minutes (minutes for years he's been alive) and shockingly sits though it. But now, he usually stops whatever naughty shenanigan by the count of 2. There is a bit more to it than that, but the book explains all the scenarios that can happen and strategies to handle them.
I highly recommend this book to anyone as clueless as us.

Friday, February 15, 2008

a tisket, a tasket



... that's my boy in a basket. yep. good times.

what is it with kids and boxes? or baskets? or any other kind of recepticle? Jake could sit in one all day if I let him. I guess the bigger question here is why don't I let him.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Diagnosis

So apparently I am the proud owner of an "angry milk duct". I really don't know why it's angry. Is it pissed because it has to go back to work soon? Anyway, I'm pretty darn happy and I guess that all that matters. This boob doctor (I don't know his official title) is 100% sure I have nothing to worry about beyond engorgement in a few weeks. I didn't even have to endure the mammogram since the ultrasound saw what was up. yay.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

I need to get something off my chest...

So I saw the doctor today and nothing has changed... nothing except that I have a strange hard lump in my right breast that the doc is concerned about. I found this thing Friday night while watching t.v. and thought it just felt weird. I hadn’t had anything like it before so today I pointed it out to the doctor fully expecting her to brush it off as a typical pregnancy related thing. That didn’t happen. She's concerned, and she’s concerned because while breast do go through many changes during pregnancy, usually the changes are more uniform. Breast usually have more lumps all over rather than a single, solitary type of mass that doesn’t hurt. She said it could be a fatty deposit, but because of its texture she wants a mammogram. So I go in next Monday for my first ever mammogram and am praying for good news. This is not the time for bad news. Only good news allowed. Lord, I have never prayed for a fatty deposit EVER, but today is different. Please let this be a fatty deposit. I trying not to fret, but it's kind of hard right now.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

36 weeks...

Photo by Sarah Quainton Photography
  • hospital bag packed - check
  • enjoying ridiculous amounts of guilt-free calories - check
  • pink laundry - check
  • still thinking a 2nd child right now is a good idea - check
  • new breast pump that doesn't sound like a cow or vibrator when turned on - check
  • lost mucus plug - check
  • enjoying as much quality Jake time as possible - check
  • Jake in his new big boy bed complete w/ Buzz Lightyear sheets - not even close
  • narrowed down name choices - check
  • picked out a name - maybe
Photo by Sarah Quainton Photography
I do love this corny or not :-)

Friday, February 1, 2008

a little update...

Okay, I'm really sorry if this grosses you out, but for documentation purposes I feel the need to record this on this blog. So, that said, if you have issues with bodily secretions, please read no further.

Now, for the rest of you weirdos out there....

I'm 35 weeks and 5 days pregnant now, and yesterday I lost my mucus plug. I'll try to explain for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about. In non-med speak, it's sort of this cork type thing that seals off the opening to the uterus and it's usually expelled at the beginning of labor. And there it was, staring at me and me staring at it in utter bewilderment. I even poked it a few times to make sure it was real. Yep, that’s right folks, poked it. You were really wanting to know that weren't you. I'm not really sure what this all means since I never noticed I lost it when I was pregnant with Jake, but never less, its progress I guess. In my panic after seeing such a thing, I googled it and read that I could go into labor within hours or weeks after loosing it. That's a clear cut answer for you. So, hoping for a more reassuring answer, I went in to see the doctor yesterday, and after the examination he told me I'm about 20% effaced and 0 dilated which basically could means I could go into labor tomorrow or weeks from now. hhhhhhhhmmmmmph.
So far I've had lots of irregular, but strong Braxton Hicks contractions that feel a bit crampy, but since they're irregular I'm not rushing to the maternity ward just yet. I honestly have no idea what the real thing feels like since I was induced last time, and given an epidural very early to get things dilating. My gut says I don't think I'll be having her any time soon and being only 35 weeks that's just fine. I'd rather have her bake a little while longer - 2 weeks would be perfect. Anyway - stay tuned.