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Saturday, January 16, 2010

34 Weeks

Daniel and I started birth classes at UVRMC this week. I think most of the things I’ll already know, but having knowledge is never a bad thing. Plus, it’s something to look forward to each week for 4 weeks. I have to laugh at some of the people in there though. Some of the guys are totally clueless. But, I guess that’s why you go to class, right?

Today I’m having a baby shower with my family. I’m really appreciative to my cousin, Vanessa, for throwing it for me. I’m pretty excited to get together with my family and have some fun.

This week I met with my boss about what my hours will be when I return to work. I was pretty sad to learn that I was going to have to keep my 9-5 M-F schedule. I don’t blame my job at all, I know that they have to do what they have to do. But, I do feel a little bit of remorse and sadness over not being able to be with my baby girl. We’re going to have to find someone to babysit Abigail from 9-12 on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. If you know of anyone who might be interested, let me know.

But, my work is going to be flexible with a lot of other things, and honestly, I’m really not in a bad position. Abigail will grow up in a stable home. And isn’t that the goal anyway? Sometimes you can’t have the perfect situation, but it is still a goal of mine to be a stay at home mom. One day I’ll get there.

Part of me kind of wishes I could just stay pregnant. I know that the next 6 weeks or so are going to be the last chance that I have to be with her all the time. I know that there have been a lot of discomforts of pregnancy, and obviously I can’t wait to meet her, but once she’s born I’m going to have to share her with the world. I was trying to explain to Daniel what her hiccups were like. And I realized that no one really gets to feel her move like I do. I am constantly aware of her presence. And, I hope that doesn’t change once she’s born..

Sunday, January 10, 2010

33 Weeks

I’ve had a pretty eventful week. I got a nice long break from work for Christmas, and came back on January 4 ready to get back into the swing of things. By Saturday, I was completely exhausted. It’s getting really difficult for me to be at work for 8 hours straight. I’ve been trying to get our new copy machine online, and it’s involved a lot of bending, squatting, and other tasks. Luckily, I have 3 new interns that are around almost full time. So, I’ve been learning to utilize them more.

On Wednesday, I got really busy and forgot to pack/eat lunch. I figured I could just make it until dinner and I’d be okay. I did it all the time before I was pregnant. Well, it didn’t work so well. I’m not sure if this is correlated in any way, but I got home and made some spaghetti really quick for dinner. That night, I couldn’t breathe from around 10 pm to 2 am. I tried every remedy in the book. I could not lay down or be the littlest bit inclined or else I would get incredible chest pain and just struggle for every breath. I contemplated going to the hospital, but Daniel was pretty sick, and I didn’t want to go all that way for them just to say, “So... you’re 33 weeks pregnant and can’t breathe? What would you like us to do?” So, I took some Tylenol, and sat on the couch propped up by pillows. I was finally able to sleep at 2 am. Next time, I think I’ll call labor and delivery first and see if they want me to come in or not. It was a really scary experience.

This weekend Daniel and I babysat my younger siblings while my parents went to San Diego. We went to church with them, and I can’t tell you how many people said, “You’re due in February?! You’re so small!” I guess to others I look a lot smaller than I feel. It doesn’t bother me when people tell me I’m small as long as they don’t imply that I’ve had a super easy pregnancy because I don’t weigh as much as they did.

My pregnancy “blues” have begun to subside. I didn’t write about it on this blog, but I’d been feeling really down for about 3 weeks. It was just like I felt empty. My doctor said it was probably not a big deal since I’ve had a lot that I’ve been dealing with. And, I think he was right. Now that I’m getting closer to my due date, I’m feeling much happier and optimistic about the whole thing.

This week I thought a little about a “birth plan.” I’m not going to be one of those people that walks into the hospital with a list of demands about my birth, but I think it’s good to have an idea and be prepared when situations arise. Things like, will Daniel cut the cord? Do I want the baby to be cleaned up a little before I hold her? How long do I want to wait before getting an epidural? Do I want an episiotomy, or should I risk tearing? It’s a lot of stuff to think about. We’re starting our birthing classes at the hospital on Wednesday. I hope that they’ll go over some of those things.

Glucose Sucks

I had my 37-week appointment today. While I was there, he said that he wanted to do the 1-hour screening. So, I drank the sugary drink and read my book for an hour.

I failed. Which means I have to go back next week and do the 3 hour test. I’ve been having some pretty strange issues with sugar lately, so I wouldn’t be shocked if I had gestational diabetes. That doesn’t mean I want to have it though. Especially with Christmas right around the corner.

Getting the drink down wasn’t bad, but I’ve been feeling pretty lousy all day. I feel really sick to my stomach and I have a headache. Blegh.

On the up side though, there has been a cute little foot in my ribs all day long. I can feel it moving around in there.