WHAT a day!

*My day started around midnight.... heartburn yet again! No big news there.
*Around 1:30, I began vomiting profusely. (Do you know what sucks most about that? When your a grown up- you have to clean up after yourself, there is no magic mommy to help!)
*Around 2:00, I began having contractions every 8 minutes or so. This actually sort of thrilled me but they didn't seem to getting any stronger.
*By 4:00, I was worried and called the doctor. He agreed that we should head to the hospital to be checked out.
-- after that things get a bit blurry for a while--
*By 6:00 it had been determined that I was not in labor, I was dehydrated and have the flu.
I'M DAYS AWAY FROM MY DUE DATE AND NOW I CATCH THE FLU!!!???!!!

The rest of the day was spent with IV fluids, sleeping at home in bed, and a big decision.

This baby is probably big... He might even be stuck already... We will have a cesarean section on Monday morning. I can't say I'm happy about that, but I'm not unhappy either. I'm understandably concerned about the whole major surgery aspect and the recovery, etc. I am sort of thrilled to know that the end is in sight.... not some generic end where you wait around for mother nature to flip a switch.... a real end. The end to the heartburn and back pain and cramping and puffiness. And back on the other hand, this is my last pregnancy, I never imagined that it would end this way. At least I have lots of time this weekend to hang out in bed and relax. Never let it be said I can't find the bright side!

No News

I worked myself up so much last night that I didn't fall asleep for a long time thinking about if I was going into labor or not! Here I am... 24 hours later... no baby, no labor, no progress.

I think I may have entered a phase where I just want it so bad, I'm willing to believe any twinge that supports my wishes. Tonight again, I just feel sore and icky and hopeful all at the same time. I won't keep myself up worrying about it though.

I actually have a VERY busy day tomorrow that I would like to make it through without labor. HA! Like I have a choice... we shall see...

Knock on wood?

I hope I don't jinx things but I am feeling very good about tonight being a labor kind of night...
(Jamie- don't tell mom!)

I am feeling very uncomfortable with lots of .... I don't know what to call them.... sort-of, almost, contractions? I'm ready!

I will probably log in tomorrow with no progress made... that's ok though. The 3 of you who read this will forgive me right?

A day of torture and bliss!

After many, many days with the rambunctious children at home and mommy getting frustrated that they just can't seem to entertain themselves, the kids went to camp today! (Bliss).

The first item on my agenda for the day was a 3 hour glucose tolerance test. This is a more advanced test they give to preggo ladies if they fear you are showing signs of gestational diabetes.
- First you have to fast for 12 hours (torture)
- Then you have to have blood drawn (torture)
- Then you have to drink this VERY sugary drink, something similar to flat Sprite with extra sugar added to make your teeth ache. (torture)
- Then you can have nothing but water for the next 3 hours while you sit around the hospital. (torture)
- During that time they make you pee in a cup AND take blood every hour. (torture)

After the Oh-SO-FUN glucose test, I drove myself straight to my favorite restaurant for a lunch that was way to expensive for a normal day, alone. But after not eating a single thing for over 16 hours now, I figured I deserved something special, not drive-thru crap! (Bliss)

I followed that up by one of the best massages I've ever had. (BLISS!) If you ever go in for a pregnancy or maternity massage, you have to call around and find someplace that has the special pregnant/belly cushions. It is this great series of cushions they put on top of the normal massage table and it has a lovely cut-out/dent for the big-ole belly! It was the first time I've laid on my front in probably 5-6 months and even without the wonderful massage, I could have just laid there and enjoyed the weightlessness of the belly for the whole hour! Baby liked it too, he was kicking up a storm!

The moral of the story is... Who cares? I am relaxed...

Lost... Reward offered!

LOST- Mommy's patience! Resembles the ability to deal with 2 children and/or husband without yelling, getting frustrated, and holding head in hands. Was last seen at home but may have run away due to advanced state of pregnancy.

REWARD- Advice leading to even partial return of maternal patience will be rewarded with hugs, heartfelt thanks, and possibly tears. (Do not fear the tears, they come whether we want them or not.)

TIMELINE- Family would like to see Patience returned home prior to birth of baby (about 5 weeks from now). If Patience is still lost then, we fear it will never return willingly! HELP!

Where does the time go?

I can't believe how long it has been since I posted! Actually, that's not true. I totally believe it, I am on the computer everyday but since I don't need to escape from work, I don't think about updating my blog. Just look at every summer since I've started this turkey! Very, VERY few entries. Oh well...

Here is an update.

I have been sleeping late and napping a lot! This is good because baby-boy-to-be (bb2b) does not let me sleep much at night. What with the heartburn, crazy dreams, itchy skin, and sore belly, who can sleep? Other than that, I am feeling fine. bb2b is still full breech, his head is up under my ribs and his adorable little tush is down. We hope he will turn in the next 4-6 weeks but my Dr is taking a "better safe than sorry" route. We have a c-section scheduled for a couple days before my due date if he stays turned around. I am nervous, scared, apprehensive about the C but am trying to look on the bright side- no middle of the night rush to the hospital in pain! 8 weeks to go...

We took the kiddo's to Key Lime Cove. What a fabulous 24 hours! We stayed in a lovely room, swam as much as mommy and daddy could handle, ate decent food, it was great! Thanks mom and dad for the gift certificate, we love you! This is part of my master summer plan where we will do one special event each week, a field trip or mini-trip of sorts. We did it one week and not the next. Week 3 is TBD.

Brianna had a lovely 6th birthday. She started the night before with a sleepover with cousin Hannah and a visit to Chuck-E-Cheese. She had a blast on her sleep over and reportedly only got a little homesick at bedtime. (Mommy missed her a lot and even though I got a lot of cleaning and prep work done with her gone, I don't think I ever want to miss a minute of her birthday again!) Later on her birthday we arranged a gymnastics party for her and 14 of her little friends at the local gym. She LOVED that! Afterwards we had our family and closest friends back to the house for dinner from Moe's. Moe's is Brianna's favorite restaurant and is on the family's top 10 list. I highly recommend their catering!

Both kids are taking gymnastics on Mondays and swimming lessons on Tuesdays. They go to "camp" twice a week so mommy and daddy can get stuff done. We are ready to prime and paint "the barn room" so Brianna can move in there. Then we will prime and paint Brianna's pink room into something more appropriate for bb2b.

Be prepared for cop-out photo entries of all this for a while!

It sings to me!

It is common to find that a particular song brings you back to a time or place in your life. I find that this is never more true for me than with each of my pregnancies. Pregnancy is such a time of confusion, amazement, concern, joy...of every high and low... that music and stories reach out and grab those hormones by the horns and just don't let go.

With Brianna, it was "In My Daughters Eyes" by Martina McBride.

With Grant it was "Godspeed (Sweet Dreams)" by The Dixie Chicks.

With Baby #3, I can't get enough of "It won't be like this for long" by Darius Rucker.

I guess I'm a mellow mama! You should see the whole i-pod playlist, I've titled it, For my kids.

The Last First Time

Today, someone rubbed my belly.

It is the first time for this pregnancy. I didn't find it overly upsetting like I used to because, even though I am not friends with the woman, it is the last, first belly pat I will ever get.

I'm not sure I'm making any sense.
The whole thing makes me a little sad. And Happy.

Good Grief!

1. We had a girls name all settled and now Adam isn't sure anymore. He wants a name that's foolproof to pronounce, but doesn't like/want any "classic" names. BABE- You can't have your cake and eat it too!

2. I have PILES of work that need to get graded and another pile is coming tomorrow. Can I make myself work... No. I sit during all my work time and look for cute cruise wear on e-bay or read silly blogs. I will be super frustrated soon and melt down but still, no working today.

3. Had a lovely weekend staying home, out of the rain, and reading a good book. Now I'm just an hour or so from the end and all I want to do is read it. I stayed up way to late last night reading and made myself sick this morning.

UGH!

Sick of being Sick!

(My apologies if I've already used that title somewhere.)

I am 15, almost 16 weeks pregnant. That is 2-3 weeks into my second trimester; almost 4 months pregnant! I should NOT be sick anymore!

When the "morning"sickness started in late Dec. I was about 6 weeks. At that time, it was actually reassuring to be feeling sick. It meant that all the hormones were working and that little bub was growing! Throughout Jan. I was nauseous all day, everyday. By February, I got through it by chanting the number of days left till the end of my first trimester. When 13 weeks rolled around (last week of Trimester 1), I was overjoyed to feel the nausea lessening. I thought it would only be a matter of days till it was gone all together!

Here I am 14 days later, and I am still sick every morning and most evenings. I even have the joy of random puking! I am no longer reassured or willing to "grin and bear it"!

In related news, that might mean it's a boy. I was far more sick with Grant than I was with Brianna. It would figure... we had a boys name all picked out but now we aren't sure. We ARE sure about a girls name- we're just not sharing yet.

2nd Trimester

I am finally in my second trimester of pregnancy... officially. This means I am 14 weeks pregnant today. I am feeling somewhat better, the all-day/morning sickness is going away and I am not quite as tired as I used to be. I do still have my moments of both but it doesn't encompass my whole life anymore.

Now I have to wait for new things....
- Thursday I should be able to hear the heartbeat for the first time
- Within a couple weeks I should be able to feel the baby moving
- A couple weeks after that, other people who are crazy enough to touch my belly will be able to feel the movement
- in 6 weeks, we find out the gender and get ultrasound pictures!

I will have to see what my Dr. says at my check up this week but I'm pretty sure I've lost about 8-10 pounds in my first trimester. Given my overweight starting point, this is a good thing. It does not mean anything is wrong with the baby... keep your crazy comments on that one to yourself!

Happy Monday!

Old News...

If you are my real life friend, or found me through my facebook link, you probably already know but...

I'M PREGNANT WITH BABY NUMBER 3!!!!

I've never been good at secrets but I've waited and waited. I am now 13 weeks pregnant, the end of the first trimester. I've started feeling like a functioning human being again and to prove it, today I actually got a project done that I started before beginning morning sickness. I cleaned my room and reorganized part of my closet.

My other kids are thrilled about the news. Brianna has known since around New Years... Grant just found out last week but immediately began telling everyone he knows. Neither of them really understands how, why, or what will come next but they know that they will have a little brother or sister at the end of the summer.

My due date is Aug. 24. Not the best timing for a teacher...
Actually, that day is the first institute day for next school year. I will get to be hot and uncomfortable all summer and then miss 3 months of work with the newborn. If things had worked out more quickly, I was hoping for a May birthday. Clearly, my body had other plans. No regrets though! Better late than never!

I've added a link in my sidebar if you want to read more about what led up to today. That page is called, A Diary of TTC. However, since I can barely update one blog, let alone two, I will probably post everything here from now on. I will try and refrain from TMI.

SOOOOO glad to be out with the news! 6 months and counting... here we go!