I'm not fat!

One of my favorite lines to tell people when my weight comes up is "I'm not fat! I'm fluffy!" (thanks Miss Lime). But the truth is, I do need to loose some pounds. And I've been trying. My health is relitivly good, need to work on the trigs, but other than that, docotrs arn't too worried about it. But I have been trying.
My plan was, before the babino, to go on a bike ride on the trail by our hous after work at Cookies. That got blown out of the water.
I'm also having a hard time movin' and shakin' it recently because I'm just so tired! I was like this with Sean, where all the energy I have is just sucked out by the growing baby. That's how he got his nick-name.
Does anyone have ay advice on how do get some exercise in when I'm tired and preggo? Help?

I'm a bad, bad girl....

How long has it been since I posted?
Let's think....
Sean had his first birthday
Sean started walking on his birthday!
Sean had a wonderful first birthday party and crammed cake in his face
I hate winter
Thanksgiving at Grandma and Grandpa Mumm's
We crashed our car in a snow storm
Got car fixed
Sean's grabby stage
Sean got out of his grabby stage after taking him to the play area in the mall once a week
Christmas
SARAH'S HAVING A BABY!
Grandma and Grandpa come over for Christmas
Nate and I weren't able to preform in the Christmas eve service due to snowstorms
Christmas at Grandma and Granddad Davisons.
Davison Christmas.
New Years Eve
Sean likes to eat paper
Sean likes story time at the library
I HATE VALENTINES DAY
Sean's started waving

Wow. That's a lot. Not having internet stinks.

YEA!!!!

Just got back form the doctor (today is my due date) and they are going to induce me Tuesday if he hasn't decided to come before then.
Yea!! I get to hold my my baby soon!

Close, but not close enough

Well, I'm technically in early labor. At the birthing class, we were taught to go to the hospital when the contractions are 5 minutes apart, lasting 1 minute each, for at least one hour. I'm having 1 minute contraction about 3;3.5 minutes apart... for the last three days.
There the right time apart, but they aren't strong enough to do much cervical change. We went to the hospital Sunday morning and they said that they could have kept me, but I would be more comfortable at home.
My grammy (a retired doctor) has been checking me out pretty much once a day and I'm at a good 3cm, but it's just progressing really slow.
I'm pretty tired of this at this moment. It's hard to get around and do the things I need or would like to do. walking is good to get things rolling, but it hasn't work for me yet. Nate and I will power waddle the mall once or twice and they start to hurt, gut then I'm too tired to keep walking (it's hard caring 20-30 pounds in just your belly!). After we get home, I try to take a warm shower to increase oxytocin, but that hasn't worked too well yet.
Apparently, when I am in "true labor", I won't be able to handle the contractions, they say. The problem, I'm pretty good with pain. I survived dislocating my knee six times before having the corrective surgery and a year with an inflamed gallbladder and stones before having it out, both without post-op pain medication (stupid pharmacist tried to give me vicodin, which can kill me). So if I do go into "true labor", I'm not sure that I'll be able to tell because of the high pain tolerents.
I was barely able to walk the dogs today with all of the pelvic pressure, I can't stay at home by myself because of a doting husband and overprotective mother to finish the
"nesting process", there's nothing anyone can do to make me comfortable, and it's still technically too early for the doctors to move this along! I mean, I'm due tomorrow and they won't do anything still! And to top it off, today's 7th Heaven was the one when Lucy went into labor! Just rub it in my face, why don't you universe?
I just want to be done!

Come Out!

Well, I've been at my folks more the past two weeks more than I have in a long time. Basically after my brother got home from a.i.t, I dropped (baby settled into my pelvis). I was fine with that, less heartburn, more peeing; but last week, I went into a false labor at 12:00 in the morning. Oi! That was an adventure!
So, Nate and I decided that I should have someone close by, just in case he really decides to to pop. So most of last week, I was with either my Grammy, my dad, or B when I wasn't with Nate.
Oh, but the fun doesn't end there: Monday morning (around12:30) I started having contractions again. I figured that they would just go away, so I went to the family room and put in a movie to distract me. Half way through, it was getting harder to concentrate on Hairspray and by 3:30 I was so tired and frustrated, I woke up Nate, just for support. When the lights went on, my lips were white apparently, a good sign of dehydration. So we called the Dr. and explained the contraction thing-y and was told to come in to see if baby was okay.
Apparently dehydration causes contractions. After watching how baby was doing and getting some water in me (it was bad enough that I needed an IV) we were sent home, yet again, to wait. Fun fun.
At least I got a cool water jug out of the deal. It holds ruffly 900 cc (30oz) and I was instructed to drink at least three of the jugs a day to ward off dehydration again.

I'm so ready to have this baby! Unless you're a mom, you have no idea how uncomfortable I am and how anxious I am to meet him.

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Yeah, it’s one of those days.
My In-Laws are in town. Have been since Friday. Now don’t get me wrong, I love them very much, it’s just I’m tired and need to stop coughing.
The In-Laws are putting in new windows in the baby room, so that means a TON of dust. I’m really, really allergic to dust and have been fighting headaches, clogged sinuses, sneezing and coughing up a lung. It’s not pretty. I’ve been coughing so hard, it’s induced vomiting on more than one occasion.
It’s so bad I couldn’t go to work today. So I’m at my parent’s house, where it’s quieter and much less dusty.
The really nice thing is my MIL cleaned the whole kitchen. And I mean cleaned, like getting down on her hands and knees cleaned. You have no idea how thankful I am to her. The nasty smell in there is gone 100%. I was able to bake bread on Sunday! Thank you so much MIL! I love you!
(I really need to see a doctor. I think this cough is more than just allergies. I use to get really bad bronchitis in high school and it kind of feels like that.)

On a much better note, Thursday was so awesome! I went to the OBs office and there my hubby and I heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time. It was one of the most magical and happiest days in our lives. Once the med-student found it on the Doppler, a wave of relief flooded over me.
There’s a condition called pseudocyesis where for mental and physical reasons, your body acts pregnant when you’re really not. It’s really a mental condition, and seeing that I have quite a few of those already, it was a fear in the back of my mind.
That heartbeat was just the thing I needed to know that it’s real. And when I looked over to Hubby, he had just the proudest look on his face. He even started crying when I called my mom to tell her (but he’ll never admit it).

So, here’s to Mothers and Mothers-To-Be everywhere; Happy Belated Mother’s Day!

Blurp!!

If anyone out there has had a simply wonderful, nothing but sun shine and lollypops pregnancy…. I hate you all.

Okay, I don’t really mean that, but: I can tolerate the achy, pre-arthritic joints; I can fight through the fatigue most days; the mild cramping from the womb growing is nothing compared to my usual cramping, but God, make the nausea go away!

Most days, I wake up so sick to my stomach, I can’t even think of food until well after 1:00 in the afternoon. And every time I go into the kitchen, there’s this horrible rank stench of bad meat (that Hubby can’t smell by the way) I have to hold my breath or I’ll start dry heaving. And going to work… don’t get me started on how many times I’ve gotten sick there! Yes, even the nice smell of fresh baked cookies sends me into a tizzy.

And with the nausea, that just makes the fatigue so much worse! It seems that when I wake up in the morning, I lie in bed for around half-an-hour to an hour trying to find the energy to go to the bathroom.

Saltines are my friends!

The Week from H-E-double toothpicks

Life is fine now, it was anyway, but the 'wonderful' health system wanted to screw it up a little.

When I was at our family doctor getting the OK for The Leach, he said that if I had any bleeding to go to the ER, even if I thought it was nothing, just to be safe. Well, Tuesday, I was having just some light pinkish spotting. I figured it was nothing, but since the Doc told me to, I went to the ER at 2:30pm with my hubby. He had a day off.
Well, we get there and after a weight (not very long compared to the 5 hour weighting room sit I had once) I went to a room and had my examination. The Dr. told me that sometimes that happens when the cervix is irritated, like after a pelvic exam or the S-E-X, because there is increased blood flow there. She told me I would be fine, but just to see how I was coming along; they wanted to do an ultra-sound.
Just routine, they had to do blood levels for pregnancy, which the time to get results is an hour. Those came back normal at 891. After the lab was done they called the ultra-sound tech on call and told me that she would be her in 20 minutes or less. It was another hour and a half till she showed up!
When she finally starts the ultra-sound by shoving the stick thingy up my hoo-ha, it was clear she really didn't know what she was doing. She dug around for about five minutes before she found the gestation sack, and even then, she wasn't sure that it was it. The thing she did find was a dark spot on my ovary.
I see it to and I'm like 'No big deal! I get cysts there every now and then, plus that's a good cyst that's helping The Leach grow.' The Tech has different, thoughts. She thinks it's an ectopic pregnancy. Stupid %&*$&
So, in two days, I go to the OBs office to have more blood levels done; if the 891 doubled in that time, everything should be fine. They called back Friday, telling me that my levels were well over 2000, but the Dr. wanted me to come back in for a second ultra-sound.
Let's just say this tech was 10000 times better than the last. She shoved the stick in and found The leach right away; and it was amazing to see how much s/he had changed in just two days! The Dr. came in telling me everything looked perfect and that they would see me on my scheduled appointment.

All that trouble for nothing? Well, not exactly nothing, I got to see our baby!

Baby at the ER:

Baby 2 days later: