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Due Date July 18, 2008

Filed under: ?Baby? — booksunread @ 8:34 pm

Given that it’s after 4, and I haven’t had a single ripple in the uterus area, it’s safe to say that my due date will likely come and go without producing a wee baby.

I was pretty bad yesterday about watching my salt and hydrating, then this morning I purposefully had caffeinated coffee and ran a few errands in the heat prior to my doc’s appointment, all in an effort to amp up my bp and puffiness. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out; while my bp was a ridiculously high-160/88-at the beginning of the appointment, after laying down it went back down to the more reasonable 140/80. Added to that I’ve apparently lost 3lbs of water, my puffiness is down and my pee was protein-free, and the conclusion was, “sorry, the bed rest is working to keep you out of the danger/preeclampsia zone.” Which, obviously is good for the health of me and wee baby, but not so good for convincing them that wee baby should get a helping hand in arriving.

Added to that, my cervix is still locked up tighter than a bank vault, making them even less inclined to push me along. I have not dilated or effaced one smidge in the last three weeks. So I got the vigorous attempt at stripping my membranes again, which I must say I bore much more stoically than last time-either this doc had a gentler touch or I’m more desperate and willing to suffer for the cause this week. (Not willing to suffer for the cause? Miguel, who flat out refused when I told him the doc’s best suggestion was he take one for the team and have sex with me tonight. Poor thing also has a cold, so I can’t really blame him for not being down, errr up, for a pity/duty fuck.)

They want me to stay on bedrest through the weekend, and do another 24 hour urine test, just to really rule out preeclampsia. Then Monday when they have the labs, I will go back in to see what’s what. She has promised me that I will NOT be pregnant for another whole week. Depending on the labs, what else they have going on in terms of scheduled inductions/c-sections, and when my preferred doctor is on call (answer I DO NOT CARE, WHOEVER IS ON MONDAY IS FINE WITH ME), we will make a plans to induce me in the early part of next week.

Of course, all this is if wee baby does not show up this weekend, which WOULD BE NICE (ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME YOUNG MAN?).

Also, on a positive note, I talked to my SIL this morning about visit schedule and she told me absolutely not to worry about it. We will figure it out. I should have just said something in the first place, rather than preemptively freaking out.


Pix-Pooloza! May 29, 2008

Filed under: ?Baby?,Pregnancy — booksunread @ 1:15 am

Here are pix of the nursery, finished with furniture and bedding!

mural wall

And also, the belly at 8 months:

8 month belly

Compared to 7 months:

7 month belly

Good Gravy! Wee baby is going to need a new name because he is not so wee anymore!


What’s In a Name? May 28, 2008

Filed under: ?Baby? — booksunread @ 2:02 pm

So we’ve tentatively agreed on a first name for the baby and are working on a middle name. In some ways, NOT having any religious, family or cultural naming traditions to guide us has made it hard as its left the field wide open. I read through four baby name books to get ideas and compiled a list of nearly 50 names that I was willing to consider.

Right off the bat, Miguel shot down my two favorites-Grayson and Jackson. I thought the nickname “Gray” would appeal to his desire for a kinda stubble chinned rebel stud-type name that you would find in a Harlequin novel, as evidenced by his love for “Duke” and “Dallas,” but no dice. Luckily he also quickly spotted the ringers I’d slipped in there for fun-Balzac (say it out loud, I am 12), Geronimo and the name of one of my ex’s that to this day Miguel is still upset to be sloppy seconds to (even tho I only ever made out with that guy).

Now that we’re kinda, sorta, maybe agreed, I find myself second guessing. I mean, this is a big decision. Whatever we choose, wee baby is going to be saddled with it the rest of his life…this could make or break him on the playground.

I think I was scarred by a SNL skit I saw years ago. A pregnant woman and her husband were going through a list of names, and at every suggestion she made, he would find a way to make it into something the kids could turn against him. Then the doorbell rings and the FedEx guy says “I’ve got a delivery for Mr. Asswipe Johnson.” Snatching it out of his hands, the husband replies “That’s As-wee-pay.” I always thought the skit was hilarious, but now, not so much.

Having grown up with a last name that rhymes with “toilet,” I want to shield wee baby from any potential name related taunting. Although, as Miguel pointed out, kids are cruel, and if they’re really determined, they will find a way to make fun of any name, or find another way to pick on him, if they really want to. (They better not; I don’t want to have to go down to his school and stomp a first grader!)

Plus, what if wee baby gets here and he just doesn’t look like the name we’ve picked? I’m thinking maybe we need a backup just in case. I’m also a little uncomfortable settling so early as it gives the world’s worst secret keeper (Miguel) too much time to spill the beans. I’ve already threatened him, if I find out he told even ONE person, all bets are off, the name is off the table and he loses any say in picking the name. This is non-negotiable. I don’t know why I feel so strongly, but since the sex isn’t a secret, I want this to be a surprise. I also don’t want our choice tainted by anyone’s 2 cents about what we’ve picked. People will be much less likely to voice negative opinions once it’s a done deal.

Now we just have to decide on a middle name that fits and doesn’t spell anything dirty in his initials.


Belly Pix March 27, 2008

Filed under: ?Baby? — booksunread @ 11:49 pm

This is my belly at 6 months. Holy Crap! I won’t even tell you what I weigh.

6 month belly

I wore the same shirt just for you all-for comparison purposes.  This was my belly at just about 21 weeks:



Batten Down the Hatches

Filed under: ?Baby? — booksunread @ 7:43 pm

Now that the pants situation has been resolved with the addition of a couple more hemmed pairs and the approach of the weather when I can wear the many capris I’ve inherited, we are now running into a problem with the tops.  The lovely and generous ladies who lent me their maternity wardrobes are not what one would consider well-endowed pre-pregnancy.  More like in the A-B range to my usual C-D cups. 

I am closing in on DOUBLE D territory here; their scoop neck, v-neck, and faux wrap tops are beginning to look downright pornographic.  Layering over a tank is not working as most of the tanks just barely contain the girls, they still reveal quite a meaty swath of cleavage. The past couple days, I’ve found myself absolutely mesmerized by the the reflection of rippling chest-flesh jiggling in the bathroom mirror as I wash my hands.  I’m wondering if that’s the free show everybody is getting every time I move. Maybe that’s why my younger, male employee doesn’t look me in the eye.

I’m “petite” so it’s a shorter than average distance between my shoulder and the shelf of my boobs, the straps on regular camis are just too long.  What I need are some boat-neck tanks that come up more in the region of my collar bone.  Of course, target and old navy only have ho-clothes for little A cup tweeny boppers so I’m SOL on a cheap fix. The maternity camis all have the same strap problem. Hello, maternity clothes designers, some of us are short, AND have big boobs. 

Today I’m stuffed into the highest necked of my regular medium camis and I feel like I’m going to blow at any minute.


Elephant Feet March 25, 2008

Filed under: ?Baby? — booksunread @ 1:03 pm

I think I’ve mentioned before that I had very noble intentions before getting pregnant of not complaining about the state of being pregnant.  And mostly, I have been very very lucky.  General queasiness and reflux instead of unceasing turbo barfing.  Sinus headaches instead of blinding migraines.  A mild distaste for certain foods instead of a hair trigger smell gag reflex.  But it is some random shit that happens when you’re pregnant, and I can’t just pretend like it’s not happening.  So, um, think of this more as reporting from the front lines, NOT complaining.

Can you believe that tomorrow marks 24 weeks? SIX whole months I’ve been cooking this kid!  I still feel like people who don’t know I’m pregnant can’t really tell that I am and are wondering if I am just fat.  I mean, it looks like pregnant belly to me, but I feel like strangers in yoga class are looking at me all, is she or isn’t she?  (Because everybody is looking at me like I am Britney Spears or something…) 

A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that my feet would hurt after taking the dog for a long walk or running a bunch of errands and walking around a lot. I figured that my gym shoes had worn out and purchased a new pair with inserts for plantar support (I’m prone to plantar fasciitis).  And they didn’t help much at all.  I’m forced to conclude that it wasn’t the shoes; carrying around the extra weight that I’ve put on is getting to be too much for my feet to support.

Yesterday, I found that my casual work shoes were too tight.  I felt confined and uncomfortable all day.  I am most definitely getting elephant feet.  And I’ve still got three and half months more to go, where I should be putting on the bulk of my weight and swelling even more.  I haven’t gotten on the scale at home in a while (the doc’s office has weighed me heavy from the beginning), so I’m not sure exactly how much I’ve gained.  I’d have to guess I’m probably creeping up on the 20 lb mark.  Thank god it will be flip flop season soon!

Oh and that pledge to eat better and go to the gym more? Not really happening with much consistency.  Monday yoga is about all I’m hitting with any regularity.  Yesterday, I discovered that I can no longer reach back and grab my ankle to do a simple quad stretch.  Today I’m swimming.  Tomorrow, I’m going to try a prenatal yoga class back at the old gym.  I guess all I can do is just like in non-pregnant times, try my best every day to get back on track instead of throwing up my hands and saying “what’s the point?” 


10 and 10 March 6, 2008

Filed under: ?Baby? — booksunread @ 6:37 pm

Ultrasound went great today.  All measurements were totally normal, all structures looked good. Lots of jumping around and waving.  Confirmed that there was indeed a penis on him.

Out of deference to Salsera, I will post the least creepy pix of wee baby’s feet and hands.

wb’s feet