Yesterday Kyle and I had our first pregnant Valentine's Day.
It was wonderful. He brought me lunch of my choice, which was Long John Silvers. It was artery-cloggin' good! lol Then we went out to eat at Red Lobster for supper last night. I must say, I appreciate food a lot more now than I ever have. IT WAS DELICIOUS! Thank goodness I had a good appetite last night because I ate more than I normally do. I figured what the hay, it's valentine's day! ;) We had to wait 45 minutes to be seated and had to go wait outside because of the lack of indoor seating. So my preggo self happily plopped on the ground and waited anxiously. Kyle told me that right now my stomach does the thinking, and that Buffet City across the street was empty. But once ya even mention Red Lobster to me, there is no turning back. Kyle's such a trooper to put up with me, even when it's time-consuming. But it was worth the wait!
After we ate he had planned to take me to see "The Vow" which surprise surprise was sold out. So we went shopping for Kendalyn instead. Old Navy has the cutest baby stuff for reasonable prices so we went there. Kyle picked out a dress that he loved, and found some matching pink jellies. We also got her first pair of denim shorts that are so adorable! So Kyle picked out a pink and white striped onesie to go with them and the shoes. I love buying things for our girl, and I love it even more when Kyle is in on it and picks things out for her. It's so much more special.
We finished the night off with an ICEE- my favorite and went home, got in pj's, and watched his tv shows in bed. It was a simple night, but I count it as one of my favorites!! It was perfect for us.
Oh and to top it off-- Miss Priss was moving SO MUCH last night. My stomach was going crazy. It was like the cherry on top. I'm one blessed gal.
Read this and thought it was hilarious:
"Our baby is gift enough for me. Just kidding, bring chocolate home or die!"
Kyle did not get me chocolate, but he did get me seafood, which in my world stomps chocolate any day... so he's off the hook! ;)
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
So distracted by the rose, didn't expect the thorn.
Here we are- 25 weeks pregnant. Today actually marks 100 days until our due date, which is exciting. Nothing symptom-wise has really changed. I have heartburn on an hourly basis it seems, and it's the most excruciating pain I've felt. It makes me cringe at the thought of labor pain. But then again when you're in labor, you can focus on the fact that your precious baby is about to make her appearance into the world and make the pain seem more worthwhile. I try to tell myself this heartburn is for my baby, and trust me I'm willing to take any pain necessary for her, but it doesn't make me hurt or cry less because either way it's painful.
So I'm 6 months, 1 week, and 5 days pregnant and I've gained 1o lbs according to the stupid clinic scale. At home I've gained about 8, but something about the scale at the dr that doesn't help a woman's self-esteem. However, either way, I am proud of my slow weight gain. I'm terrified it's all going to bite me in the butt these last 4 months and pile on like a flood. It's looking like I'm not going to stay within my 15-20 range since they say you gain a lb a week from here on out, but that's okay. Just means my bootey will be at the gym once I get the swing of the whole "new mom, no sleep" thing. lol
Sunday night was an awful night. We were getting ready for bed and I was doing my usual emptying of the bladder before sleep. Being the worrysome person I am I watch the toilet paper for spotting. Especially after my spotting episode a while back. Well after I went, I noticed it had a red tint to it. As I wiped, it was more and more and redder and redder. It was terrifying. I thought it was over at that point because they always tell you brown blood means old, red is bad. I didn't want to go through the whole ER process again, so we called my clinic to get a hold of an on-call doctor. Blessing that my actual doctor was on call. So told him what was going on, and luckily he didn't seem concerned, which calmed me down. He said to monitor the bleeding and call back if: 1) it was heavier and soaked through a whole pad 2) my cramping got really bad 3) I started to run a fever. The bleeding wasn't heavy enough for that so that eased my mind and heart. Kyle and I stayed awake until we felt her kick, and that little wiggle worm didn't let us down.
I've never been more grateful for her little dances and squirms.
Well it's Wednesday, and the bleeding has stopped. THANK YOU JESUS! I'm continuing to stay off my feet as much as possible to be on the safe side. I know God has this precious miracle in His hands and He is guiding me through this pregnancy with a peace that I know only He can provide. I'm thankful for His constant comfort and reassurance because without it I would be a total wreck.
I've slept better in these past few days than I have throughout the whole pregnancy. It has been very nice. I've also been woken up to my little dancer kicking around in the morning. Honestly, there's no better way to be awoken.
I've discovered I'm already so in love with this precious baby girl that I have yet to meet, and I can't even imagine the amount of love that will come when she is actually here in my arms.
It's a beautiful thing. :)
So I'm 6 months, 1 week, and 5 days pregnant and I've gained 1o lbs according to the stupid clinic scale. At home I've gained about 8, but something about the scale at the dr that doesn't help a woman's self-esteem. However, either way, I am proud of my slow weight gain. I'm terrified it's all going to bite me in the butt these last 4 months and pile on like a flood. It's looking like I'm not going to stay within my 15-20 range since they say you gain a lb a week from here on out, but that's okay. Just means my bootey will be at the gym once I get the swing of the whole "new mom, no sleep" thing. lol
Sunday night was an awful night. We were getting ready for bed and I was doing my usual emptying of the bladder before sleep. Being the worrysome person I am I watch the toilet paper for spotting. Especially after my spotting episode a while back. Well after I went, I noticed it had a red tint to it. As I wiped, it was more and more and redder and redder. It was terrifying. I thought it was over at that point because they always tell you brown blood means old, red is bad. I didn't want to go through the whole ER process again, so we called my clinic to get a hold of an on-call doctor. Blessing that my actual doctor was on call. So told him what was going on, and luckily he didn't seem concerned, which calmed me down. He said to monitor the bleeding and call back if: 1) it was heavier and soaked through a whole pad 2) my cramping got really bad 3) I started to run a fever. The bleeding wasn't heavy enough for that so that eased my mind and heart. Kyle and I stayed awake until we felt her kick, and that little wiggle worm didn't let us down.
I've never been more grateful for her little dances and squirms.
Well it's Wednesday, and the bleeding has stopped. THANK YOU JESUS! I'm continuing to stay off my feet as much as possible to be on the safe side. I know God has this precious miracle in His hands and He is guiding me through this pregnancy with a peace that I know only He can provide. I'm thankful for His constant comfort and reassurance because without it I would be a total wreck.
I've slept better in these past few days than I have throughout the whole pregnancy. It has been very nice. I've also been woken up to my little dancer kicking around in the morning. Honestly, there's no better way to be awoken.
I've discovered I'm already so in love with this precious baby girl that I have yet to meet, and I can't even imagine the amount of love that will come when she is actually here in my arms.
It's a beautiful thing. :)
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Worrying won't solve anything, so why am I doing it?
Finding out that I have was it called "uterus didelphys" never bothered me. I found out at my first prenatal appointment, and to me it showed that I was an original. The doctor was very positive about it, and made it seem as though it posed no risk on my pregnancy or delivery. He did say I will have to be monitored closely as I get further along to watch the growth of the baby and make sure she has enough room. It is nothing that should affect my pregnancy, but can result in possible pre-term labor and baby in the breech position, which I have take as a necessary c-section in that case. Like I said it never bothered me before. I haven't worried or had any fear of the situation..I didn't even google it. That in itself says a lot because I have a habit of googling symptoms and diagnosing myself with the worst because of people who aren't even doctors or in the medical field, but people like me who are ignorant and really don't know what they're talking about but enjoy scaring the tar out of people looking for answers.
Well now I'm almost 24 weeks..
..and I'm scared. It hit me like a flood, out of nowhere. I'm not scared about a c-section because I'm willing to do whatever for my little girl, and will gladly wear a scar on my stomach if that brings her to me safely. I'm more scared about the pre-term part. I've heard of girls having to go on bed rest at 30 weeks because of their uterus getting exciting and starting the labor process. Now that I'll be 24 weeks tomorrow, it feels more real and close. I know I'm worrying about what isn't even here yet, and I wish I could stop because it's not helping anything. I'm really trying to rely on the truth that God is in control and He has this baby and myself in His hands. This is not in my hands, so I just need to surrender it all.
I look at this opportunity as such a huge blessing because the majority of women with this are infertile, have multiple miscarriages, etc. It did take us about 5-6 months to get pregnant but that isn't considered a long time when trying to conceive in comparison to others dealing with infertility issues. And I have had no complications with this pregnancy, and I thank God every day for my miracle and success this far. I'm just believing that I will be a testimony of God's goodness and grace and will make it through this pregnancy and delivery with the end result of a healthy full-term baby despite what others say. I like the idea of breaking the odds. Our world is surrounded by so much negativity, and it would be nice to be able to be a light in the middle of the dark of this situation.
GOD, I trust You and I cast every worry and fear at Your feet.
"He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him. For he will rescue you from every trap and protect you from deadly disease. He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection." Psalm 91:2-4
Well now I'm almost 24 weeks..
..and I'm scared. It hit me like a flood, out of nowhere. I'm not scared about a c-section because I'm willing to do whatever for my little girl, and will gladly wear a scar on my stomach if that brings her to me safely. I'm more scared about the pre-term part. I've heard of girls having to go on bed rest at 30 weeks because of their uterus getting exciting and starting the labor process. Now that I'll be 24 weeks tomorrow, it feels more real and close. I know I'm worrying about what isn't even here yet, and I wish I could stop because it's not helping anything. I'm really trying to rely on the truth that God is in control and He has this baby and myself in His hands. This is not in my hands, so I just need to surrender it all.
I look at this opportunity as such a huge blessing because the majority of women with this are infertile, have multiple miscarriages, etc. It did take us about 5-6 months to get pregnant but that isn't considered a long time when trying to conceive in comparison to others dealing with infertility issues. And I have had no complications with this pregnancy, and I thank God every day for my miracle and success this far. I'm just believing that I will be a testimony of God's goodness and grace and will make it through this pregnancy and delivery with the end result of a healthy full-term baby despite what others say. I like the idea of breaking the odds. Our world is surrounded by so much negativity, and it would be nice to be able to be a light in the middle of the dark of this situation.
GOD, I trust You and I cast every worry and fear at Your feet.
"He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him. For he will rescue you from every trap and protect you from deadly disease. He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection." Psalm 91:2-4
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