I went to the doctor this morning and had my weekly NST. Baby girl did GREAT! I was so glad that her movement was so good and that they were pleased with the results. They are still going to do one weekly, but they aren't really concerned much anymore! That makes me feel so good and less worried about my sweet girl. They did a cervix check and it is still completely closed and I am not effaced. I am ripened, but again the doctor said that it could be any day or another few weeks. Most likely another few weeks. I do know that I will have a baby by July 24th because they won't let you go any more than one week overdue. She is already about 7.5 pounds, so I'm not too worried about going too soon now. It's reassuring and disappointing at the same time when I go and nothing has progressed downstairs. I mean, I know that it will happen in it's time, but it's just hard because I am feeling so much and it just hurts. My doctor said that some women unfortunately have more nerve endings in that area of the body and that is why I am feeling a lot that most women wouldn't feel. That was exciting news to hear. (Please note the sarcasm.)
On a MUCH happier note, my husband was so thoughtful AND it had to do with his parents. He talked to his parents last night and they wanted to come up this weekend. Normally, he would just say, "Sure" and not even consult me. Well, last night, when he got off the phone, he told me that they had asked to come and he had told them no. He said that he knew now was not the time that I needed to have house guests and of course his parents were understanding. He told me he knew that even though his parents say not to do anything, that I still would feel obligated to clean, cook, etc. He is so right and I was just so happy that he was so thoughtful and thought of me. Sometimes, just when I think that he doesn't get it, he does something like this. I'm pretty lucky.
Also, totally random, cervix checks are pretty unpleasant. I mean, could they get further up your hoo ha?
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
First Blog Ever.
I decided to start writing a blog because I miss my friends and home SO much and I thought this might help me feel a little more connected. Let's face it, on Facebook, at least for me, I can't post a lot of what I'm feeling because my in laws and others are on there that I don't want to share all of my thoughts and feelings with. (Also, I do know the grammatical rule of not ending a sentence with a preposition, but it will be happening a lot with this blog because I'm kind of a lazy writer. Just a heads up to my friends that are English teachers.)
As all of you reading this know, I am pregnant. 37 weeks pregnant with my first precious girl. I am so excited, but at the same time overwhelmed. I have been laboring for three weeks. Apparently I am going through what is known as Podromal Labor, which is another, much better, term for false labor (false my foot). This has been happening consistently for about two weeks now. I contract pretty regularly, usually every 45 minutes or so and I have constant cramping that feels like menstrual cramps. I really am not exaggerating when I say constant. It's all the time. At times it's worse than others, but it seems to just stick around.
Now, let me just say this as a disclaimer. There is NOTHING that I would not go through to make sure that my sweet girl is safe and sound and healthy. However, it doesn't mean it's fun and it doesn't hurt. I can sleep about one hour at a time before a contraction or my bladder wakes me up. My body is exhausted from all of this work it's doing. And yes, I know it's preparing my body for labor, blah, blah, blah. It doesn't mean that I don't want to scream with frustration and exhaustion.
My husband is trying so hard to be helpful and he succeeds at least 80% of the time. But it's hard not to feel a little bitter when he is able to sit on the couch without getting out of breath and can easily maneuver around obstacles like the trash can. And if he mentions how his neck hurts one more time, I might punch him in the balls. Feel that and then talk to me about your precious neck. Again, I would never say this to him because he really does try to help me and I do adore him. He rubs my back whenever I ask and he will get me a glass of water or run me a bath if that is what I request. (Although as far as helping with housework, well, let's just say we can throw that idea out the window. I just didn't marry a man that cares when the trash begins to smell.) I'm just nervous about having a baby and having to do everything. I know Chris wants to help, but he doesn't show initiative with things and I constantly have to ask if I want anything done. I don't know how this is going to work with the new baby, but I am nervous.
I'm also nervous because all of you are away from me. It's so hard not to have my support system that I have learned to rely so heavily on, close by. I know that if I am frustrated because our girl won't sleep or stop crying that I can't call and get one of you to come over and help. And I know that you guys all will volunteer to come and help, but it's hard when you are four and a half hours away. I'm lonely up here and I am just apprehensive about how that will translate into my parenting skills. Don't get me wrong, I'm not worried about going all Susan Smith on my baby, but I am worried about the baby blues and postpartum depression.
I'm worried about my inlaws and how our relationship will continue to develop, especially because we are doing things quite differently from Sarah, Chris' sister. (I think all of you know that she is having a baby due on Halloween). I don't know how that will play out, especially because I'm already the red headed step child that took Chris away from church and his family. At least that is how I feel. And Chris is never honest with his family about his beliefs and so I think their perception of things is that I am the one that took Chris away from church, when the reality is, he had given up on that in college and was only going to please his family. But that is what he does, he tries to please his family, instead of just being himself. He is the most incredible man I have ever known and I don't understand why he won't just be himself with his family. It must be exhausting. (Although not as exhausting as having a baby!) I love my inlaws, I really do, but I always feel like they look at me like I am lacking in some regard and you guys know that I don't do well with things like that. I like to be the "good one".
Whew, I already feel better. I have felt so restricted on Facebook because I don't want to share with everyone how I am feeling about everything. It's private, but I miss seeing you guys and having you all to connect with on a more regular basis, so I thought this is a good idea. I love you all and this is very cathartic for me, so thanks in advance for letting me use this as my sounding board.
As all of you reading this know, I am pregnant. 37 weeks pregnant with my first precious girl. I am so excited, but at the same time overwhelmed. I have been laboring for three weeks. Apparently I am going through what is known as Podromal Labor, which is another, much better, term for false labor (false my foot). This has been happening consistently for about two weeks now. I contract pretty regularly, usually every 45 minutes or so and I have constant cramping that feels like menstrual cramps. I really am not exaggerating when I say constant. It's all the time. At times it's worse than others, but it seems to just stick around.
Now, let me just say this as a disclaimer. There is NOTHING that I would not go through to make sure that my sweet girl is safe and sound and healthy. However, it doesn't mean it's fun and it doesn't hurt. I can sleep about one hour at a time before a contraction or my bladder wakes me up. My body is exhausted from all of this work it's doing. And yes, I know it's preparing my body for labor, blah, blah, blah. It doesn't mean that I don't want to scream with frustration and exhaustion.
My husband is trying so hard to be helpful and he succeeds at least 80% of the time. But it's hard not to feel a little bitter when he is able to sit on the couch without getting out of breath and can easily maneuver around obstacles like the trash can. And if he mentions how his neck hurts one more time, I might punch him in the balls. Feel that and then talk to me about your precious neck. Again, I would never say this to him because he really does try to help me and I do adore him. He rubs my back whenever I ask and he will get me a glass of water or run me a bath if that is what I request. (Although as far as helping with housework, well, let's just say we can throw that idea out the window. I just didn't marry a man that cares when the trash begins to smell.) I'm just nervous about having a baby and having to do everything. I know Chris wants to help, but he doesn't show initiative with things and I constantly have to ask if I want anything done. I don't know how this is going to work with the new baby, but I am nervous.
I'm also nervous because all of you are away from me. It's so hard not to have my support system that I have learned to rely so heavily on, close by. I know that if I am frustrated because our girl won't sleep or stop crying that I can't call and get one of you to come over and help. And I know that you guys all will volunteer to come and help, but it's hard when you are four and a half hours away. I'm lonely up here and I am just apprehensive about how that will translate into my parenting skills. Don't get me wrong, I'm not worried about going all Susan Smith on my baby, but I am worried about the baby blues and postpartum depression.
I'm worried about my inlaws and how our relationship will continue to develop, especially because we are doing things quite differently from Sarah, Chris' sister. (I think all of you know that she is having a baby due on Halloween). I don't know how that will play out, especially because I'm already the red headed step child that took Chris away from church and his family. At least that is how I feel. And Chris is never honest with his family about his beliefs and so I think their perception of things is that I am the one that took Chris away from church, when the reality is, he had given up on that in college and was only going to please his family. But that is what he does, he tries to please his family, instead of just being himself. He is the most incredible man I have ever known and I don't understand why he won't just be himself with his family. It must be exhausting. (Although not as exhausting as having a baby!) I love my inlaws, I really do, but I always feel like they look at me like I am lacking in some regard and you guys know that I don't do well with things like that. I like to be the "good one".
Whew, I already feel better. I have felt so restricted on Facebook because I don't want to share with everyone how I am feeling about everything. It's private, but I miss seeing you guys and having you all to connect with on a more regular basis, so I thought this is a good idea. I love you all and this is very cathartic for me, so thanks in advance for letting me use this as my sounding board.
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