How Far Along: 30 weeks
Total Weight Gained/Loss: Big sad face, between 25-30 lbs. I've really started packing on the poundage!
Maternity Clothes: I don't think I will ever go back to regular pants again :-D
Sleep: At best, 2 hours at a time... between having to pee all the time, and finding a comfortable position, it's been hard.
Best Moment of the Week: Not baby related, but Hokie football season started!! Yes, I know, we lost, but still the tailgating was fun as always and I got to ride in the little golf cart to and from the stadium. No walking for me!
Movement: Still lots of movement... not as many kicks and jabs, but lots of rolling around. Watching my belly has become one of the most entertaining things in the world. Plus, Lane (aka Baby B) constantly has the hiccups, so that's fun too.
Food Craving: None really... always wanting sweets, but really not craving anything particular or weird.
Food aversions: Still eggs (scrambled or fried), and some meats (like brats, which I discovered this weekend).
Morning sickness: None, I've really lucked out here.
Gender: TWO BOYS! Big healthy boys! They have been measuring ahead of schedule this whole time.
Labor Signs: None, thank GOD, I would freak out.
Belly Button: Reached maximum capacity, I definitely have an outtie now.
Stretch Marks: So far, so dodging the bullet *knock on wood*
Wedding rings: Sadly, cannot wear my rings anymore. Previously, I had just been wearing my wedding band, but even that is too tight now. And if I manage to get it on my sausage of a finger, its so tight that is just looks bad. So I've stopped wearing them all together and hope the swelling ends soon.
Exercise: Only if sitting on my butt counts... or trying to clean the house.
What I miss: Alcohol... this is not going to change until I can drink again
What I'm looking forward to: My second baby shower this weekend. I had a shower in Lynchburg a couple weeks ago with my family, and this weekend's shower will be in Blacksburg with Eric's family.
Other NEW news this week: I was hoping to have my Glucose test results for you, but alas, not yet. Looks like I am going to have to call them and find out.
Weekly Wisdom: I think I am too sleepy to have any wisdom.
Favorite item bought this week: My mom bought some adorable "Home from the Hospital" outfits. So exciting!!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
200 Days!
I have been pregnant for 200 days, and am starting to really feel it! Granted, I know this number isn't EXACT, since it also includes those two weeks where you aren't actually pregnant, but the tickers say 200, so I'm going with 200.
I am really dragging butt as of late. Walking up and down stairs is a chore for me, and trying to keep our house clean is even harder. My brain function is seriously diminished, so it takes me twice as long to get simple tasks at work done, which makes me feel significantly less efficient. My feet are so swollen that my shoes hurt. Seriously, I don't mean whiny "please rub my feet" pain, but swollen, bruised, hot, itchy pain. My feet look like hams, and my ankles look like they are sprained. My fingers are so swollen that I have officially had to retire my wedding rings. And of course, my venture into Google didn't help, since now all I am worried about is Toxemia (because obviously the swelling isn't just normal pregnancy related swelling but something serious... have I mentioned before I'm a slight hypochondriac?).
What's worse (to me, anyway) is that there was a small part of my that thought my sister (who is about 5 weeks ahead of me in pregnancy) and I actually looked about the same size-wise. Umm, no. My mom took a picture of us this weekend and not even close. I am seriously double her size. I know, I know, there's two in there, believe me I didn't forget, but I actually had been holding onto a small hope that I didn't look like it.
But now I know why people ask me every day if I will be put on bedrest; because I look like I need to be! I think everyone at work is just waiting for me to collapse.
On a happier note, 200 days means only 2 months left in my pregnancy. As I said before, my doctor will not let me go pass 38 weeks, so they are scheduling me for the first week of November if they haven't arrived on their own before then. I'm getting to that point where I am scared of going early. For starters, I would LOVE to avoid any NICU time, obviously, but I have other selfish reasons, namely working out my maternity leave. I get 8 weeks total, so giving birth the first week of November would be perfect to get me through to January before having to come back to work (i.e. off the whole Holiday season, which is a huge plus for me!). I also have saved up several weeks of PTO (paid time off) so I could technically stay out longer. However, if they come early, or if I am put on bedrest and can't work, I only have 12 weeks of job protection under FMLA. So I reallly want to make sure I make it though the month of September without any issues. I can go out as early as October and be OK though until January, but anything before that and it will not work. I know this seems petty, but honestly, Holiday PTO in my place of business is a hot commodity, and its been nice knowing I wouldn't have to fight for days off to visit family since I would be out on leave anyway...
I suppose that is all for now! I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow with the dreaded glucose test. Wish me luck, I don't want to have to do the 3 hour test!! I will also find out if I can make the trip to Blackburg next weekend for my second baby shower (with Eric's family), so keep your fingers crossed for me!! And on that note, I'll leave you with a belly shot from this morning. As you can tell, I look exhausted (thankfully I can cover most of my face with the iPhone)...and my butt is trying to keep up with my stomach. Good times.
I am really dragging butt as of late. Walking up and down stairs is a chore for me, and trying to keep our house clean is even harder. My brain function is seriously diminished, so it takes me twice as long to get simple tasks at work done, which makes me feel significantly less efficient. My feet are so swollen that my shoes hurt. Seriously, I don't mean whiny "please rub my feet" pain, but swollen, bruised, hot, itchy pain. My feet look like hams, and my ankles look like they are sprained. My fingers are so swollen that I have officially had to retire my wedding rings. And of course, my venture into Google didn't help, since now all I am worried about is Toxemia (because obviously the swelling isn't just normal pregnancy related swelling but something serious... have I mentioned before I'm a slight hypochondriac?).
What's worse (to me, anyway) is that there was a small part of my that thought my sister (who is about 5 weeks ahead of me in pregnancy) and I actually looked about the same size-wise. Umm, no. My mom took a picture of us this weekend and not even close. I am seriously double her size. I know, I know, there's two in there, believe me I didn't forget, but I actually had been holding onto a small hope that I didn't look like it.
But now I know why people ask me every day if I will be put on bedrest; because I look like I need to be! I think everyone at work is just waiting for me to collapse.
On a happier note, 200 days means only 2 months left in my pregnancy. As I said before, my doctor will not let me go pass 38 weeks, so they are scheduling me for the first week of November if they haven't arrived on their own before then. I'm getting to that point where I am scared of going early. For starters, I would LOVE to avoid any NICU time, obviously, but I have other selfish reasons, namely working out my maternity leave. I get 8 weeks total, so giving birth the first week of November would be perfect to get me through to January before having to come back to work (i.e. off the whole Holiday season, which is a huge plus for me!). I also have saved up several weeks of PTO (paid time off) so I could technically stay out longer. However, if they come early, or if I am put on bedrest and can't work, I only have 12 weeks of job protection under FMLA. So I reallly want to make sure I make it though the month of September without any issues. I can go out as early as October and be OK though until January, but anything before that and it will not work. I know this seems petty, but honestly, Holiday PTO in my place of business is a hot commodity, and its been nice knowing I wouldn't have to fight for days off to visit family since I would be out on leave anyway...
I suppose that is all for now! I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow with the dreaded glucose test. Wish me luck, I don't want to have to do the 3 hour test!! I will also find out if I can make the trip to Blackburg next weekend for my second baby shower (with Eric's family), so keep your fingers crossed for me!! And on that note, I'll leave you with a belly shot from this morning. As you can tell, I look exhausted (thankfully I can cover most of my face with the iPhone)...and my butt is trying to keep up with my stomach. Good times.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Starting to Fall Apart... Physically that is
I've been pretty lucky during my pregnancy. Really, no issues, and not too much in the way of symptoms. I had some morning sickness for all of 3 weeks during the first trimester, but that's really been it. So apparently, I've been too lucky, because I feel like everything is coming in waves now.
(Disclaimer, none of what I am about to list would I consider to be "serious", just annoying).
It of course started last week with my new found emotional issues, but continued on Friday. Eric and I packed up after work and headed to Lynchburg for my shower weekend (which was awesome, BTW). We walk into my parent's house after the 3 hour drive, only to have my "cankles" pointed out... by my father no less (I would sooner expect something like this to come from my mother). I looked down, and boy was he right. Not only had I lost all definition in my ankles (I'm pretty sure there used to be bones there), but my feet themselves looked like hams. They were so swollen even the pads of my feet were squishy. It was disturbing to say the least, and they haven't gone back to normal. Now the only shoes that fit are flip flops, so I guess I'll be hitting up DSW soon.
The swelling didn't stop there, though. My hands had to join in the fun. My wedding rings are officially stored for the duration of the pregnancy, which I HATE more than words can say. Granted, my fingers were a size 5-5.5 pre-pregnancy, so pretty small. And I am still probably smaller than a 7 right now, but since my hands overall are pretty small, I feel like I have sausages for fingers right now. No fun.
Then the icing on the cake came this morning... I was brushing my teeth in my groggy stupor, when I looked in the mirror to see blood dripping down my face. Yup, first bloody nose... EVER; I was lucky enough to miss out on this fun for the past 28 years. I have never had a bloody nose before. Not in my entire life. I knew it was a common symptom in pregnancy, but I had yet to have to deal with it. How did I react to this? The only way a perfectly sane person could... start screaming and run back into the bedroom to frantically ask Eric how to make it stop (I admit, I'm a bit of a baby when it comes to blood). It stopped pretty quickly, but has gone off and on all day.
So I can only imagine what other annoying new symptoms I can expect to see in the next 10 to less weeks. Good times!!
(Disclaimer, none of what I am about to list would I consider to be "serious", just annoying).
It of course started last week with my new found emotional issues, but continued on Friday. Eric and I packed up after work and headed to Lynchburg for my shower weekend (which was awesome, BTW). We walk into my parent's house after the 3 hour drive, only to have my "cankles" pointed out... by my father no less (I would sooner expect something like this to come from my mother). I looked down, and boy was he right. Not only had I lost all definition in my ankles (I'm pretty sure there used to be bones there), but my feet themselves looked like hams. They were so swollen even the pads of my feet were squishy. It was disturbing to say the least, and they haven't gone back to normal. Now the only shoes that fit are flip flops, so I guess I'll be hitting up DSW soon.
The swelling didn't stop there, though. My hands had to join in the fun. My wedding rings are officially stored for the duration of the pregnancy, which I HATE more than words can say. Granted, my fingers were a size 5-5.5 pre-pregnancy, so pretty small. And I am still probably smaller than a 7 right now, but since my hands overall are pretty small, I feel like I have sausages for fingers right now. No fun.
Then the icing on the cake came this morning... I was brushing my teeth in my groggy stupor, when I looked in the mirror to see blood dripping down my face. Yup, first bloody nose... EVER; I was lucky enough to miss out on this fun for the past 28 years. I have never had a bloody nose before. Not in my entire life. I knew it was a common symptom in pregnancy, but I had yet to have to deal with it. How did I react to this? The only way a perfectly sane person could... start screaming and run back into the bedroom to frantically ask Eric how to make it stop (I admit, I'm a bit of a baby when it comes to blood). It stopped pretty quickly, but has gone off and on all day.
So I can only imagine what other annoying new symptoms I can expect to see in the next 10 to less weeks. Good times!!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Zero Excuse
Literally, I have NO excuse for not blogging. I've just been lazy... tired and lazy... and emotional. This last week has just been weird for me. For starters, I feel like I am back in the first trimester. I am tired ALL.THE.TIME. It never stops. I'm too lazy to do anything but come home from work and sit on my butt watching Veronica Mars on Netflix streaming. Its a sad, sad tale.
But that isn't all that's changed in me since hitting trimester numero tres. Bring on the emotional roller coaster!! Now, I know it was bound to happen eventually, because I've been pretty sane up until now. But the high has died and I have become a ticking time bomb. Case in point, on Tuesday this week, I was flying pretty high. I was excited for my baby shower this weekend, and had gotten presents from three people that day (two at work, one in the mail) from people who weren't going to be able to make it. I felt loved and on top of the world. Thhhennn, I get a message from a friend who was planning to come to my shower from NC saying she would no longer be able to make it... I went from being really happy, to convincing myself I had no friends in the world. I cried for 45 minutes that night, and for almost the whole next day, I would randomly burst into tears for no reason at all. It was ridiculous. And embarrassing.
Now, let me just say, I know I have friends. I am lucky to have as many friends as I do. BUT, the hardest thing for me is that they are all so spread out. Most of my close friends I met in college (as is pretty normal). Once we all graduated, it seemed like we all spread around the country, so I don't get to see them very often. My shower this weekend is in Lynchburg, my hometown, which is several hours away from most of my friends.
Prior to Tuesday, I had exactly two friends who were going to be able to make it; one from Richmond (who I see the most often) and one from NC. I totally understood why people couldn't make the trip, as for many of them, Lynchburg is several hours away, so I really wasn't trying to be upset. But the update that my friend from NC could no longer come just sent me over the edge.
Ever since, I have just felt on edge. Like I said, all Wednesday, I would just be sitting at my desk, and would randomly start crying. No trigger or anything, just tears a-pouring. I hate feeling like this!!!! I want to go back to being happy all the time and excited about what's to come! Ugh, I really hope this phases passes... and quickly!
I am still really excited for this weekend, so I am trying to focus on that. I'll miss all my friends, but I'll be able to see my family and family friends. And in two weeks will hopefully be my Blacksburg shower with Eric's family (I say hopefully because the doctor does not want me to travel, and they said we would discuss at my next appoint, which is next Friday... fingers crossed!). I have so much to be happy about, so I really need to work myself out of this funk!!
On another note, enjoy this week's belly shot! Based on this week's ultrasound, both boys are measuring ahead by a little less than a week (as has been the norm for most of the pregnancy), and both weigh about 2.7 lbs. That's almost 5 1/2 lbs of baby! No wonder I am having a hard time breathing, and its only going to get worse! I'd share some u/s pics, but I had the world's worse technician and literally got nothing good to show! Oh well, the important part is that they are OK.
But that isn't all that's changed in me since hitting trimester numero tres. Bring on the emotional roller coaster!! Now, I know it was bound to happen eventually, because I've been pretty sane up until now. But the high has died and I have become a ticking time bomb. Case in point, on Tuesday this week, I was flying pretty high. I was excited for my baby shower this weekend, and had gotten presents from three people that day (two at work, one in the mail) from people who weren't going to be able to make it. I felt loved and on top of the world. Thhhennn, I get a message from a friend who was planning to come to my shower from NC saying she would no longer be able to make it... I went from being really happy, to convincing myself I had no friends in the world. I cried for 45 minutes that night, and for almost the whole next day, I would randomly burst into tears for no reason at all. It was ridiculous. And embarrassing.
Now, let me just say, I know I have friends. I am lucky to have as many friends as I do. BUT, the hardest thing for me is that they are all so spread out. Most of my close friends I met in college (as is pretty normal). Once we all graduated, it seemed like we all spread around the country, so I don't get to see them very often. My shower this weekend is in Lynchburg, my hometown, which is several hours away from most of my friends.
Prior to Tuesday, I had exactly two friends who were going to be able to make it; one from Richmond (who I see the most often) and one from NC. I totally understood why people couldn't make the trip, as for many of them, Lynchburg is several hours away, so I really wasn't trying to be upset. But the update that my friend from NC could no longer come just sent me over the edge.
Ever since, I have just felt on edge. Like I said, all Wednesday, I would just be sitting at my desk, and would randomly start crying. No trigger or anything, just tears a-pouring. I hate feeling like this!!!! I want to go back to being happy all the time and excited about what's to come! Ugh, I really hope this phases passes... and quickly!
I am still really excited for this weekend, so I am trying to focus on that. I'll miss all my friends, but I'll be able to see my family and family friends. And in two weeks will hopefully be my Blacksburg shower with Eric's family (I say hopefully because the doctor does not want me to travel, and they said we would discuss at my next appoint, which is next Friday... fingers crossed!). I have so much to be happy about, so I really need to work myself out of this funk!!
On another note, enjoy this week's belly shot! Based on this week's ultrasound, both boys are measuring ahead by a little less than a week (as has been the norm for most of the pregnancy), and both weigh about 2.7 lbs. That's almost 5 1/2 lbs of baby! No wonder I am having a hard time breathing, and its only going to get worse! I'd share some u/s pics, but I had the world's worse technician and literally got nothing good to show! Oh well, the important part is that they are OK.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Handsome Little Boy
Sorry!! I know I said that I would post last night but we ended up getting back late, so I put it off until today. As you know, we had our 3D/4D ultrasound yesterday. It was a lot of fun! For starters, the room was the most comfortable place in the world. Eric is always complaining about where we go for our monthly ultrasounds because its cold in the room, and small, but this room was the perfect temp with a nice sofa for Eric and a WONDERFUL bed for me. I was really comfortable. And the girl performing the u/s, who I also believe owns the business, was sweet as can be.
Both babies are transverse right now, one on top of the other, both heads to my right, both butts to my left, and legs all over the place.
Unfortunately, Baby B didn't want to participate in the fun, so we literally got no pictures of him (unless you count random shots of his legs/hands in the Baby A shots). He spent the whole time facing my back. I was pretty disappointed, but she did say we could pay a small fee and come back again if we wanted to try to capture Baby B. I'm working on convincing Eric now :)
We did however get LOTS of good Baby A shots. He's so cute, and in my opinion, the single most handsome little man in the world! So here are some of my favorite shots! Enjoy!!
Lucas (aka Baby A) sucking on his cord (silly boy)
Lucas kneeing himself in the face
Tired boy!!
My FAVORITE SHOT - He has the cutest nose and lips. LOVE HIM!
Lucas trying to block his face with his hand (and that is Lane's, aka Baby B's, leg to the right)
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