Had a checkup yesterday, when I was officially 29 weeks. Several good things came from it.
1) I don't have gestational diabetes nor any other concerns based on recent lab work. It did make me want to order an apple crisp with lunch today, but I refrained.
2) Even though the official ultrasounds from the perinatology center recommend a due date of August 15, Doc is sticking with the 18th. I get that Fynnie will come when she's ready, and changing the due date won't alter that fact. I don't care. But in this case, I would like her to stay in a wee bit longer (whereas before I've always thought a wee bit early would be lovely). If she arrives like Corey (25 minutes late) or Mad (19.5 hours early), I will only have to work 2-4 days in December. Aside from that (and the one day a month I'll have to put in during September-November, because I won't really be on maternity leave by then, just "off contract"), I'll be off until January. That will make Fynn about the same age Madelyn was when I returned to work (4.5 months)... which was hard enough. I cannot imagine doing it sooner.
3) Even though I only gained half a pound in the last four weeks, Fynn grew the equivalent of six weeks. Okay, this puts her at five weeks ahead of gestational age, which is bigger than Mad ever was. Don't be surprised if you see this fact on some other, less happy list.
4) I am cleared to go up into the mountains. I didn't think this would be a huge no-no, especially since I have to go over a 4200 foot summit to get to and from work each day. It's just nice to know that I can get to cooler temperatures. We've been in the mid-90's this week.
5) My next appointment is only three weeks away! As Nancy said when I called to tell her, "What?! Weren't we just at this point with Mad two months ago?" Yep, practically! *big grin*
On the other hand...
1) When I asked Doc about advice, recommendations and things to be aware of since I (A) am having this child way closer to the last one and, (B) live 50 miles from the hospital (a 45 minute drive if it isn't a holiday weekend and/or a truck hasn't overturned going down the pass), he started in on his induction schedule speech again. As with last time, he told me he'll check me at 38 weeks and see if I'm inducible. (This actually happened at 37 weeks last time because he was so concerned I was having a "big baby"... she was 8.3 so, not huge.) If so, he'll induce. Uh, no you won't. If I end up having to take Margaret up on her offer to stay with her and my dad for the last week, that's what I'll do. However, sleeping on a couch, futon or Margaret's very soft bed (which she'd most likely insist I use) doesn't strike me as fun or comfortable while I'm that far along.
2) Fynn is measuring quite large. Mad never was more than three weeks larger than expected; generally she was 1-2 weeks larger. (Rebecca, if you've got some words of wisdom, now would be a great time to share.) I keep reminding myself that this is the guy who doesn't do numbers real well. Me and my grain of salt are staying mostly calm.
Oh, and two days ago I began noticing a distinct side-to-side motion while walking. Please don't call it waddling.
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Thursday, June 03, 2010
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
In My Mind I've Said A Lot
... but here... not so much apparently.
And time is flying by. Unlike with Madelyn, this hasn't brought me to tears. It's still unsettling.
Monday I sat down at my desk and looked at the calendar. I saw the beach scene. Ahh, lovely. Then I realized we were in a new month. A closer look and I saw that the calendar already said April, so I proceeded to start my computer and plan my day. I have no idea how long it took for me to realize that we weren't starting April, but May. Could have been two minutes, could have been an hour. (Please do not mention that I've had that same beach scene up for a month... I'm not at my desk that often.)
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We went camping this weekend at Silverwood Lake. It was a lovely getaway even if:
1. My very own sweet and loving husband still has his head jammed too far up his rear end. Still waiting on that loud suction noise followed by a pop and a foul smell. Hoping it comes on a windy day.
2. The cost of our not-on-the-lake-heck-not-even-near-the-lake spot cost $35 a night.
3. Our neighbors to the south were at least one, but probably two or three troops of some sort. They erected their group sign on a massive wooden structure that was hammered together Friday night around 8:00. They had many ceremonies that necessitated the overuse of a train whistle. They played Asian, yet Christian-sounding, music and prayers over a loudspeaker. And they preferred to use the open lawn space between us for competitive activities, complete with cheering, clapping and more train whistling every time Mad was napping.
4. Our neighbors to the north played their loud music over a boom box and/or their car stereo. The music was pretty cool... Spanish language versions of 70's smooth jazz and soft rock. While they did turn the music off right at the stroke of "quiet time," this did not stop them from talking loudly to one another until almost 1:00 in the morning. Many of the loud conversations were directed toward their two children who were riding bikes in front of our campsite. Frequently, their conversations woke up Mad and me. Someone must have alerted the camp host (or maybe he just noticed the blaring music as he drove around to check sites) and the music went way down thereafter (to the hear it, but not feel it level). The best time was while the family left... to go pick up lunch from McDonald's(!!!). We loved picking up their trash as it blew into our site. We also appreciated the smell of marijuana that wafted across right after the main dude grabbed a bottle of wine from the cooler and went into the tent late Saturday afternoon. Nothing like a little wine and ganja after Mickey D's, I guess.
5. A surprisingly large number of people at this place are not campers in the sense that I think of them. How do I know? Try several different car alarms going off at all hours of the day and night. Some more than once. My brother is right that the only difference between where we were and being downtown somewhere else is that we didn't hear any emergency vehicles.
6. Corey, who has his own tent, kept knocking on mine in the middle of the freaking night so I could unlock the car because he was A) hungry or B) "needed something from the car."
7. Mad, who's not used falling asleep with anyone else around (let alone all that racket) stayed awake until after 9:30 Friday night. Once she did fall asleep, I felt like I spent the entire night chasing her around with the sleeping bag we were using as a blanket.
And yes, I stick by my original statement. It was a lovely getaway. I spent time with my brother's family. Corey got to have more freedom and responsibility than he usually earns. Mad was mostly adorable, even when she was upset because I wouldn't let her do something. At one point she stuck out her hip, pouted and said to me in a low voice, "Mama go work." Sleeping on the ground wasn't any more difficult than sleeping in bed, and I got to rest with Mad during the day. She must have requested, "Huh Wi'll Baby" (translation: "Hush Little Baby") about forty times, but having her looking up at me as I sang was just like I always imagined before I knew her. She, my sister-in-law and I went and played in the lake (with our hands) Saturday morning. I was able to take some nature photos (no word on how they came out yet). And Tom was eventually able to join us and behave like a decent human being. Lovely.
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I have a new theory about nausea. I think it might be worsened by sunlight (never mind that I vomited in the middle of the night). Almost every morning as Mad and I are settling into the car, I find myself retching just before I pull out. Last Friday Tom stayed home with Mad, so my settling into the car period took about five minutes less than usual. Instead of retching in the privacy of my own driveway, the nausea hit when I was about a block away. Howdy neighbors!
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I have my next prenatal appointment later today (Wednesday). I am very curious about how she'll measure this time. I had a very small dinner and a cup of juice and had to spend about an hour leaning to one side because she's up under my ribs. How is that possible? I still have to take my prenatal vitamins, but the thought of consuming anything just seems wrong.
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I haven't finished my post on Mad's birthday party yet. Even though we're three weeks past it, I will. I just sent out thank yous tonight.
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That's enough for now. For anyone who's still awake like me, sleep sweet when you get there.
And time is flying by. Unlike with Madelyn, this hasn't brought me to tears. It's still unsettling.
Monday I sat down at my desk and looked at the calendar. I saw the beach scene. Ahh, lovely. Then I realized we were in a new month. A closer look and I saw that the calendar already said April, so I proceeded to start my computer and plan my day. I have no idea how long it took for me to realize that we weren't starting April, but May. Could have been two minutes, could have been an hour. (Please do not mention that I've had that same beach scene up for a month... I'm not at my desk that often.)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
We went camping this weekend at Silverwood Lake. It was a lovely getaway even if:
1. My very own sweet and loving husband still has his head jammed too far up his rear end. Still waiting on that loud suction noise followed by a pop and a foul smell. Hoping it comes on a windy day.
2. The cost of our not-on-the-lake-heck-not-even-near-the-lake spot cost $35 a night.
3. Our neighbors to the south were at least one, but probably two or three troops of some sort. They erected their group sign on a massive wooden structure that was hammered together Friday night around 8:00. They had many ceremonies that necessitated the overuse of a train whistle. They played Asian, yet Christian-sounding, music and prayers over a loudspeaker. And they preferred to use the open lawn space between us for competitive activities, complete with cheering, clapping and more train whistling every time Mad was napping.
4. Our neighbors to the north played their loud music over a boom box and/or their car stereo. The music was pretty cool... Spanish language versions of 70's smooth jazz and soft rock. While they did turn the music off right at the stroke of "quiet time," this did not stop them from talking loudly to one another until almost 1:00 in the morning. Many of the loud conversations were directed toward their two children who were riding bikes in front of our campsite. Frequently, their conversations woke up Mad and me. Someone must have alerted the camp host (or maybe he just noticed the blaring music as he drove around to check sites) and the music went way down thereafter (to the hear it, but not feel it level). The best time was while the family left... to go pick up lunch from McDonald's(!!!). We loved picking up their trash as it blew into our site. We also appreciated the smell of marijuana that wafted across right after the main dude grabbed a bottle of wine from the cooler and went into the tent late Saturday afternoon. Nothing like a little wine and ganja after Mickey D's, I guess.
5. A surprisingly large number of people at this place are not campers in the sense that I think of them. How do I know? Try several different car alarms going off at all hours of the day and night. Some more than once. My brother is right that the only difference between where we were and being downtown somewhere else is that we didn't hear any emergency vehicles.
6. Corey, who has his own tent, kept knocking on mine in the middle of the freaking night so I could unlock the car because he was A) hungry or B) "needed something from the car."
7. Mad, who's not used falling asleep with anyone else around (let alone all that racket) stayed awake until after 9:30 Friday night. Once she did fall asleep, I felt like I spent the entire night chasing her around with the sleeping bag we were using as a blanket.
And yes, I stick by my original statement. It was a lovely getaway. I spent time with my brother's family. Corey got to have more freedom and responsibility than he usually earns. Mad was mostly adorable, even when she was upset because I wouldn't let her do something. At one point she stuck out her hip, pouted and said to me in a low voice, "Mama go work." Sleeping on the ground wasn't any more difficult than sleeping in bed, and I got to rest with Mad during the day. She must have requested, "Huh Wi'll Baby" (translation: "Hush Little Baby") about forty times, but having her looking up at me as I sang was just like I always imagined before I knew her. She, my sister-in-law and I went and played in the lake (with our hands) Saturday morning. I was able to take some nature photos (no word on how they came out yet). And Tom was eventually able to join us and behave like a decent human being. Lovely.
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I have a new theory about nausea. I think it might be worsened by sunlight (never mind that I vomited in the middle of the night). Almost every morning as Mad and I are settling into the car, I find myself retching just before I pull out. Last Friday Tom stayed home with Mad, so my settling into the car period took about five minutes less than usual. Instead of retching in the privacy of my own driveway, the nausea hit when I was about a block away. Howdy neighbors!
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I have my next prenatal appointment later today (Wednesday). I am very curious about how she'll measure this time. I had a very small dinner and a cup of juice and had to spend about an hour leaning to one side because she's up under my ribs. How is that possible? I still have to take my prenatal vitamins, but the thought of consuming anything just seems wrong.
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I haven't finished my post on Mad's birthday party yet. Even though we're three weeks past it, I will. I just sent out thank yous tonight.
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That's enough for now. For anyone who's still awake like me, sleep sweet when you get there.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
It's the Same Old New Math
Went to my prenatal appointment yesterday. I've apparently lost two pounds from the day of the ultrasound last week. I attribute it a little bit to my cold and a lot to having gone straight to the ultrasound appointment from a fabulous lunch.
Oh, sure, I realize that one scale isn't exactly the same as the next, but I am choosing to believe I've lost weight. And without harming the growth of the baby, too. How can I be so sure?
According to Doc's tape measure, Baby Fynn is not measuring 21 weeks. Nope. She measures 29! He checked twice.
Now Mad typically measured large, too, but never two months larger than one would expect.
On the other hand, Doc did say, "You're 21 weeks. Nine to go."
I hope he doesn't have a premonition or otherwise know something I don't know!
Nah, this is the same guy who gave us more than half a dozen due dates for Mad (aside from the ones we got from our initial doctor and the big ultrasound). Granted, once he made his final decision, he was pretty spot on. She was about 20 hours early. So I'll just go back in a month and see what he says then.
Oh, sure, I realize that one scale isn't exactly the same as the next, but I am choosing to believe I've lost weight. And without harming the growth of the baby, too. How can I be so sure?
According to Doc's tape measure, Baby Fynn is not measuring 21 weeks. Nope. She measures 29! He checked twice.
Now Mad typically measured large, too, but never two months larger than one would expect.
On the other hand, Doc did say, "You're 21 weeks. Nine to go."
I hope he doesn't have a premonition or otherwise know something I don't know!
Nah, this is the same guy who gave us more than half a dozen due dates for Mad (aside from the ones we got from our initial doctor and the big ultrasound). Granted, once he made his final decision, he was pretty spot on. She was about 20 hours early. So I'll just go back in a month and see what he says then.
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