Last Friday I had my 39 week appointment, and it went well. It was even kind of exciting. She said I was about 2 cms dilated, and 70-80% effaced. I felt fantastic, because I was actually making progress! I'd kind of hoped to have her before 39 weeks, but at least something was happening. Now I'm hoping to have her before 40 weeks.
On Saturday morning, as we were in church, I began having contractions. They were nothing unusual. About the same as what I'd been having before. I squeezed Russ' hand and breathed through them. I scared a few people, who thought I might have Lexi right there in church. If only those people had seen me for the last four weeks!!! Anyway, after church we went home, and I tried to relax. I kept having contractions, and although the timing was irregular, they were getting increasingly stronger. I was having more and more trouble breathing through them. Russ called in to work, because we weren't sure if this was the real thing or not. As the intensity of the contractions increased, we both started to think it could be. I tried several of the techniques that are supposed to help ease false labor, such as taking a walk, and having some hot tea, and changing positions a lot. None of it helped, and walking actually made them more frequent for a little while. I still was not sure if we should go to the hospital, because of the irregularity of the timing, and because my water hadn't broken, and there was no bloody show, and my belly wasn't getting as hard as the doctors say it should. But, Russ and everybody else kept asking me if I was ready to go, and saying they thought I should. By almost 7 pm, I decided to just go. The timing had gotten slightly more regular, and the contractions were some of the strongest I have ever felt.
Even as we were on the way to the hospital, I became more and more convinced that I must be in labor. I was just in so much pain! When we got there, they checked my dilation first, and said it was not quite 2 cms. That was the first discouraging part. Then they hooked up the monitors and let me sit there for a few hours. I don't know if the monitor was broken, or what. Every time I had a contraction, and was in so much pain, the line that's supposed to show the contractions actually dropped, instead of going up. So, when I wasn't having a contraction, according to the monitor, it looked like I was, and when I was, it looked like I wasn't. I was frustrated by that, because I felt like the doctors weren't getting an accurate idea of what was happening. The nurse came and checked on me several times, and I did tell her about the monitor. She simply readjusted it, and it kept doing the same thing. A couple hours after getting there, the contractions actually did start to recede. They were still coming pretty close together, but the intensity was lessening. As more time passed, they became more and more irregular again, and at that point, I already knew what they were going to tell me.
When the doctor came in to check my dilation, he shook his head and said, "She is being stubborn." He said there had been no change in my dilation since i got there. He also said that my nurse, on Friday morning, had put down that I was 80% effaced, but he thought that was generous. He would have gone with 60-70%. I felt so completely defeated. I felt like I had lost progress, rather than made any. The doctor did try to reassure me. He said, when he checks a cervix, he's checking for five things. He's checking that the cervix has moved from the back to the front, which mine has. He's checking to see if it's softened, and mine is 100% soft. He's checking to see if the baby is pressing down on it, and mine is. He's checking for effacement, and I'm about 70%. And of course, he's checking for dilation, which I hardly have any of. He told me that I've got 3 out of 5, and that's great, and I'm more than half way done effacing. He said there's no way to give an estimate of how long effacement will take, but he expects to see me again soon. Then he gave me some Tylenol 3 for pain and some Ambien to help me sleep, and sent me home.
Russ and I are both frustrated. I feel guilty because Russ missed work for another false alarm. I feel depressed, because I got my hopes up, only to have them come crashing back down. Upon waking up this morning, I am INCREDIBLY sore! I don't want to move, because every move I make hurts. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to have to function. I am also worried, because after all these false alarms, I'm beginning not to trust myself. I'm afraid that when it is the real thing, I will doubt myself, and we won't head for the hospital until it's too late. I really don't want to go back to the hospital unless my water breaks, or I have bloody show (Bloody show is caused by veins rupturing as the cervix dilates). But, only about 10% of women have their water break before they are in active labor, and not all women have bloody show either. In that regard, it doesn't seem entirely safe to wait for those. But on the other hand, I really don't think I can take another disappointment like this. Every time, it is harder to bear.
In any case, if I make it to my 40 week appointment this coming Friday, I am going to schedule an induction for April 24th. Several reasons: I have been dilated since 36 weeks, and lost my mucus plug around the same time. The longer I'm dilated, the higher the chance of infection, and I DON'T want that. My OB had already suggested getting induced in that week, but left the decision up to me, and originally I said no. I wanted to wait until Lexi made up her mind to come on her own. Once I got home, I did some research on induction, on the pros and cons. It does come with some risks, but those risks are not as extreme as some people make them out to be. The risks of being dilated with no mucus plug for four weeks are about as bad. Once I had made up my mind that induction might actually be an option, I started to seriously think about whether I wanted it. I have been SO uncomfortable, and it seems to get worse every day. I imagine that by 40 1/2 weeks, I will be about ready to be done with this pregnancy no matter what! So, I had basically already made up my mind when one last consideration came into play. When we take our trip to Texas, we want to have Lexi baptized. When I talked to my priest, he said that the baptism needs to be at least 40 days after she's born. I counted backwards, and the latest she could be born to fit into that time frame would be April 24th....which ironically, is the same day my OB originally suggested. So, with all that in mind, I decided that if she isn't here by my 40 week appointment, I'm going to go ahead and schedule it. That would be Wednesday of next week. That means that, no matter what, in a week and 3 days, I will be having my baby. That really reassures me. It's like a promise that this won't last forever. I'm still hoping not to make it all the way to April 24th. One of the risks of induction is an increased chance of needing a c-section. I would really hate to have to get a c-section. But, no matter what happens, or how it happens, I know I will be nothing but glad once I've got my baby girl in my arms. Oh, one other consideration in favor of induction....I was born 10 days late, and weighed 10 lbs 3 ozs. I've read that in regards to birth weight, babies tend to take after their mothers. That means there's a good chance she's already at least 8 1/2 - 9 lbs. The longer she's in there, the heavier she'll get. I would SO hate to have to give birth to a 10 lb baby!!! When I was born, they had to use the salad tongs to get me out, and had that failed, my mom would probably have had a c-section. So gosh, I've got a risk of that no matter what, especially the longer she waits to come out!
So, I've got less than 1 1/2 weeks, tops. That gives me a little bit of comfort, as I stare with longing at the bassinet beside my bed. :)
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
Let the fun begin!
Well, as of today, I am officially full-term! In other words, it could be ANY TIME NOW! And I have a feeling it will be sooner, rather than later. She dropped sooner than what is considered "normal" and I lost my mucus plug sooner than "normal", and I've been cramping, feeling pressure in my pelvis, and having contractions for well over a week. Granted, the contractions have settled down a lot from how they started off, but I'm still having them. I had five days of good, hard contractions, which caused me to go running to the hospital several times, and effectively dilated me to 1 1/2 cms. However, last Monday they settled into something more like weak braxton hicks, which I get irregularly off and on throughout the day, and they haven't caused any more dilation since then. Still....they could come back at any time.
And so, we wait....I can't help but think constantly, "Will I need my OB appointment next week?" "Will I still be sitting here tomorrow, wondering when?" "Will I have a baby the next time I go to church?" And then I wonder, "What if she's late? What if I'm still sitting here three or four weeks from now, wondering when?" Every appointment or plan I have set at a future date, I wonder if Lexi is going to interfere with it, or be there for it. This is nerve wracking! But, I'm ready. We have all the stuff we need for her, the bags are packed and in the van, and everybody in the house is on high alert...just waiting...
And so, we wait....I can't help but think constantly, "Will I need my OB appointment next week?" "Will I still be sitting here tomorrow, wondering when?" "Will I have a baby the next time I go to church?" And then I wonder, "What if she's late? What if I'm still sitting here three or four weeks from now, wondering when?" Every appointment or plan I have set at a future date, I wonder if Lexi is going to interfere with it, or be there for it. This is nerve wracking! But, I'm ready. We have all the stuff we need for her, the bags are packed and in the van, and everybody in the house is on high alert...just waiting...
Sunday, March 17, 2013
What's On My Mind
I have officially reached the stage of weekly doctor's visits! I am at 35 weeks. I can't believe how close I am! Within 3-7 weeks, I should be holding my baby girl! It seems unreal. And then I look around my room, at the mountain of baby stuff that has yet to be organized, and I worry. I can't bring her home to this. I need to get it all organized and set up. But this is going to be SUCH a project!
I have been sick, too. I think it's just a cold, and it probably wouldn't be a very bad cold if I weren't pregnant. However, being pregnant just amplifies it! I've been beyond exhausted. And tomorrow is my busy day! Oh dear! But I will live. I won't overdo it.
Being this close to delivery day, I can't help but think about it all the time. Every day, I am watching for any signs of it getting closer. I read yesterday that this week, Lexi's lungs should be fully developed, and her immune system and liver should be starting to function. That's pretty exciting! Babies who are born at this stage usually do okay with minimal medical intervention, and have no lasting health issues. That means, even though she'd still be considered premature at this point, she would be developed enough to do fine. That is really awesome!
.....Now if I could just get over that nagging concern about how much labor is going to hurt!
I have been sick, too. I think it's just a cold, and it probably wouldn't be a very bad cold if I weren't pregnant. However, being pregnant just amplifies it! I've been beyond exhausted. And tomorrow is my busy day! Oh dear! But I will live. I won't overdo it.
Being this close to delivery day, I can't help but think about it all the time. Every day, I am watching for any signs of it getting closer. I read yesterday that this week, Lexi's lungs should be fully developed, and her immune system and liver should be starting to function. That's pretty exciting! Babies who are born at this stage usually do okay with minimal medical intervention, and have no lasting health issues. That means, even though she'd still be considered premature at this point, she would be developed enough to do fine. That is really awesome!
.....Now if I could just get over that nagging concern about how much labor is going to hurt!
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Dropping
Where labor is concerned, I have gone from terrified, to complacent, to excited. Right now, I can hardly wait! I wanna hold my baby!!! And she is getting ready too. I'm 90% certain that she has dropped. At first, I really wasn't sure. Several people mentioned that I seemed to be carrying lower. What was, before, a slight pressure in my pelvis, became a BIG pressure in my pelvis, which hurts all the way down into my thighs. I was honestly hoping that I hadn't dropped, because I was afraid that meant that labor was imminent, and I don't want her to be premature.
So, I did what I always do, and researched it. I googled "baby dropped at 34 weeks", and what I found was a lot of pregnancy messaging boards, where women with their first pregnancy were saying they were 34 weeks (some even less) and had dropped. In every thread I looked at, more experienced mothers were commenting on these posts telling the girls not to worry, and that it was normal. One woman said that with her first pregnancy, she dropped around 30 weeks, and still delivered around her due date. What I learned from reading those is that dropping is not really any indication of when labor will start. It normally happens much earlier with first pregnancies than with later ones, but even that is not always the case. And some babies will drop, then go back up, repeatedly. So, I'm not too worried about it anymore.
The more I've payed attention to my body, the more I'm convinced that she must have dropped. There are several signals that I wouldn't have put together before reading all those message boards. For one thing, a few days ago, I got my first hemroid. Ouch! This is, as I read, a sign of lots of pressure in that area. Also, I keep getting quick, stinging pains in my bladder. I originally thought that meant I had a bladder infection, and was going to bring it up at my next appointment, but when I read the boards, almost every girl sighted that same symptom. I'm still going to mention it to my nurse, but they're going to test my urine anyway. The feeling of pressure in my pelvis has also been strengthening and spreading. Originally, I figured it was just because my body isn't used to all this weight, and hormones are making all my joints relax. That may well have something to do with it. But I read that when the baby drops, it creates a lot of pressure down there, and can be extremely uncomfortable, which it is getting to be. I currently have a constant ache that spreads across my pelvis, and into my thighs, and hurts especially right at the crease of my legs. Another symptom I wouldn't have paid much attention to is back pain. I've had back pain from very early in my pregnancy, but within the last few days, it's gotten worse. I again, assumed that was due to added weight that my body isn't used to. But I read that when the baby drops, it can increase the pressure on the lower back. At first, I couldn't tell much difference with my breathing. I still felt as out of breath as ever. But, over the past 48 hours, I have slowly begun to notice that I CAN, in fact, take a fuller breath. I've also noticed, just today, that when Lexi kicks, it feels a tad bit lower than it was before. She isn't getting into my ribs like she was before. The only symptom I haven't gotten that is related to dropping is a decrease in heart burn....go figure, one of the pleasant symptoms, and I'm not getting it. If anything, my heartburn is getting worse. But, I saw some people say that their heartburn got worse after the baby dropped. I'm not sure why that is, as you would think it is decreasing the pressure up there, but oh well.
Although, on one hand, it makes me slightly nervous that she might already have dropped, on the other hand, I'm super excited. I've likened it to a race. She is now positioned at the starting line, and is waiting to start her engine. I guess I'll say her engine has started whenever I lose my mucus plug (lovely term). I kind of can't believe I am this close to the end of my pregnancy. It seems to have flown by so quickly! But I can't wait to meet my little girl. Now if I could just get the room in a decent state to welcome her home! ACK!!!
So, I did what I always do, and researched it. I googled "baby dropped at 34 weeks", and what I found was a lot of pregnancy messaging boards, where women with their first pregnancy were saying they were 34 weeks (some even less) and had dropped. In every thread I looked at, more experienced mothers were commenting on these posts telling the girls not to worry, and that it was normal. One woman said that with her first pregnancy, she dropped around 30 weeks, and still delivered around her due date. What I learned from reading those is that dropping is not really any indication of when labor will start. It normally happens much earlier with first pregnancies than with later ones, but even that is not always the case. And some babies will drop, then go back up, repeatedly. So, I'm not too worried about it anymore.
The more I've payed attention to my body, the more I'm convinced that she must have dropped. There are several signals that I wouldn't have put together before reading all those message boards. For one thing, a few days ago, I got my first hemroid. Ouch! This is, as I read, a sign of lots of pressure in that area. Also, I keep getting quick, stinging pains in my bladder. I originally thought that meant I had a bladder infection, and was going to bring it up at my next appointment, but when I read the boards, almost every girl sighted that same symptom. I'm still going to mention it to my nurse, but they're going to test my urine anyway. The feeling of pressure in my pelvis has also been strengthening and spreading. Originally, I figured it was just because my body isn't used to all this weight, and hormones are making all my joints relax. That may well have something to do with it. But I read that when the baby drops, it creates a lot of pressure down there, and can be extremely uncomfortable, which it is getting to be. I currently have a constant ache that spreads across my pelvis, and into my thighs, and hurts especially right at the crease of my legs. Another symptom I wouldn't have paid much attention to is back pain. I've had back pain from very early in my pregnancy, but within the last few days, it's gotten worse. I again, assumed that was due to added weight that my body isn't used to. But I read that when the baby drops, it can increase the pressure on the lower back. At first, I couldn't tell much difference with my breathing. I still felt as out of breath as ever. But, over the past 48 hours, I have slowly begun to notice that I CAN, in fact, take a fuller breath. I've also noticed, just today, that when Lexi kicks, it feels a tad bit lower than it was before. She isn't getting into my ribs like she was before. The only symptom I haven't gotten that is related to dropping is a decrease in heart burn....go figure, one of the pleasant symptoms, and I'm not getting it. If anything, my heartburn is getting worse. But, I saw some people say that their heartburn got worse after the baby dropped. I'm not sure why that is, as you would think it is decreasing the pressure up there, but oh well.
Although, on one hand, it makes me slightly nervous that she might already have dropped, on the other hand, I'm super excited. I've likened it to a race. She is now positioned at the starting line, and is waiting to start her engine. I guess I'll say her engine has started whenever I lose my mucus plug (lovely term). I kind of can't believe I am this close to the end of my pregnancy. It seems to have flown by so quickly! But I can't wait to meet my little girl. Now if I could just get the room in a decent state to welcome her home! ACK!!!
Saturday, March 2, 2013
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel
I have had an exciting weekend! On Thursday, Russ and I bought a van. It's a white, '03 Dodge Caravan, and it is going to be just perfect for our family! I used to have fantasies of one day having a big enough family to justify a van, and now I do! It only recently really dawned on me that we are about to be a family of four! It seems a little bit surreal. It's what I've always wanted, and always feared I'd never have.
Friday, I had a doctor's appointment, then ran a thousand errands, which resulted in us being out and about all day long. That was a bit exhausting. But the appointment went well! For the first time since I've started going to the doctor, I did not have any new questions to ask. I will have another appointment in two weeks, and after that we will start weekly appointments. My nurse said that once we start the weekly appointments, they will start checking my dilation. That was exciting and scary at the same time! I can't believe I'm that close to the end of this! A part of me is getting antsy to see and hold my baby girl, but a part of me is still really enjoying being pregnant, and doesn't want it to end. However, I can tell that Lexi is getting ready to be born, because my pubic bone, just above her exit tunnel, feels really sore and bruised. I figure that's because her head is probably resting near there, pressing down on it all the time. At least I know she's facing the right way!
Today, we got to go to church. I really love getting to see everybody! Unfortunately, we had to rush away after the service, because Russ had to get to work on time. But that's okay. Once we got home, and he left for work, I took a nice long shower, then got into some pajamas, so I feel fresh and comfy. I am trying to relax all evening, so that I will be ready for tomorrow!
Tomorrow is my baby shower! I am beyond excited for this! Somehow, even once I knew I was pregnant, it never crossed my mind that I might get a baby shower. Not until my friend, Brittany, said she wanted to host one for me. Even at that point, it didn't feel completely real that I might actually get one. But plans were made, and put in place, and tomorrow is the day! The ladies at the church we go to have done almost all of the planning, allowing me to sit back and anticipate! The plans that I know of are, we are going to decorate onesies and t-shirts for the baby, there is going to be plenty of food, and there will be petit fours (small cakes). I'm sure there will be plenty of other surprises lined up for me, and I can't WAIT to see it all!
There is more excitement coming! On Monday evening, we will be going to an induction ceremony for Russ into an honor society (the name of which I can't remember). I am so excited for him! I married a very smart man! Also on Monday, if I remember, I am going to call and make an appointment to get on WIC. I've been meaning to do that for months! I also need to call and register with ViaCord, to bank Lexi's cord blood.
I am less than 7 weeks from my due date. As a matter of fact, I have 48 days. I read that new mom's tend to go past their due date, so I might have longer than that, but either way, it's getting really close! I can't wait, and at the same time, I'm terrified. But I'm trying to let the "I can't wait" side of me win. There's no use going into labor still terrified of it, right?
Friday, I had a doctor's appointment, then ran a thousand errands, which resulted in us being out and about all day long. That was a bit exhausting. But the appointment went well! For the first time since I've started going to the doctor, I did not have any new questions to ask. I will have another appointment in two weeks, and after that we will start weekly appointments. My nurse said that once we start the weekly appointments, they will start checking my dilation. That was exciting and scary at the same time! I can't believe I'm that close to the end of this! A part of me is getting antsy to see and hold my baby girl, but a part of me is still really enjoying being pregnant, and doesn't want it to end. However, I can tell that Lexi is getting ready to be born, because my pubic bone, just above her exit tunnel, feels really sore and bruised. I figure that's because her head is probably resting near there, pressing down on it all the time. At least I know she's facing the right way!
Today, we got to go to church. I really love getting to see everybody! Unfortunately, we had to rush away after the service, because Russ had to get to work on time. But that's okay. Once we got home, and he left for work, I took a nice long shower, then got into some pajamas, so I feel fresh and comfy. I am trying to relax all evening, so that I will be ready for tomorrow!
Tomorrow is my baby shower! I am beyond excited for this! Somehow, even once I knew I was pregnant, it never crossed my mind that I might get a baby shower. Not until my friend, Brittany, said she wanted to host one for me. Even at that point, it didn't feel completely real that I might actually get one. But plans were made, and put in place, and tomorrow is the day! The ladies at the church we go to have done almost all of the planning, allowing me to sit back and anticipate! The plans that I know of are, we are going to decorate onesies and t-shirts for the baby, there is going to be plenty of food, and there will be petit fours (small cakes). I'm sure there will be plenty of other surprises lined up for me, and I can't WAIT to see it all!
There is more excitement coming! On Monday evening, we will be going to an induction ceremony for Russ into an honor society (the name of which I can't remember). I am so excited for him! I married a very smart man! Also on Monday, if I remember, I am going to call and make an appointment to get on WIC. I've been meaning to do that for months! I also need to call and register with ViaCord, to bank Lexi's cord blood.
I am less than 7 weeks from my due date. As a matter of fact, I have 48 days. I read that new mom's tend to go past their due date, so I might have longer than that, but either way, it's getting really close! I can't wait, and at the same time, I'm terrified. But I'm trying to let the "I can't wait" side of me win. There's no use going into labor still terrified of it, right?
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Latest updates
Okay, biggest news first: I had my three hour glucose test, and I PASSED!!! Woohoo!!! It was a pretty miserable day anyway, because the glucose drink was SO sugary, and drinking that on an empty stomach really did a number on me! I got slightly queasy, and really dizzy, and for a little while I felt like I was going to pass out. I had to lay down for most of the time I was at the doctor. However, we got the good news that I was not diabetic, then Russ took me out for lunch, and I pigged out because I was STARVING! After eating, I felt much better! Lexi was on overdrive the rest of the day, and the following day she was really quiet, so I guess she had her first sugar crash.
I've mostly gotten my hospital bag packed. I wanted to do it good and early, so that I'd have over two months to think of anything I might have forgotten. The only things I'm waiting to pack is snacks for those who go to the hospital with me, my camera, and my baby book. My camera I will probably pack sometime around the beginning of April. Same goes for snacks, which will probably be trail mix, or granola bars....just something so people don't need to worry about paying for the vending machine, unless they really want to. The baby book I will pack after my baby shower, which is coming up soon! Then, on our way out the door, I just need to remember to grab my pillow and my phone charger. Russ will bring me my laptop after the first time he comes home to take care of Rusty. My only other concern is school. Whatever class I start after the one I'm in, I will need to warn the teacher that I might go into labor, and have to turn some things in late. I'm sure it won't be a problem, but it makes me nervous to realize it's that soon!
Speaking of my baby shower, I am really excited about that! There are some solid plans now. My friend, Brittany, is hosting it at her house. It'll be on March 3rd, at 3. Which, ironically, is when I originally wanted to have my wedding, but we couldn't because of lent. The women of the church we go to here are taking care of all the details, so I don't have to worry about a thing! It's going to be so much fun! My very own baby shower! Wow!
Our plans for visiting Texas are a little bit more solidified now. We still don't know exactly when, or for how long we will be there, but we have narrowed it down to a month. We want to go sometime in July. That gives us four months from now to start saving money for the trip. We have some plans in place to save what we need. We're talking about the trip being anywhere from four days to a week. We'll see what we can afford, as the time gets closer. I know for a fact that we want to visit my family, Russ's dad and Brenda, as many of my grandparents, aunts and uncles as we can, and Moonie and Kourtney. As for fine tuning all the arrangements, that has yet to be done. We'll get there, though!
I've mostly gotten my hospital bag packed. I wanted to do it good and early, so that I'd have over two months to think of anything I might have forgotten. The only things I'm waiting to pack is snacks for those who go to the hospital with me, my camera, and my baby book. My camera I will probably pack sometime around the beginning of April. Same goes for snacks, which will probably be trail mix, or granola bars....just something so people don't need to worry about paying for the vending machine, unless they really want to. The baby book I will pack after my baby shower, which is coming up soon! Then, on our way out the door, I just need to remember to grab my pillow and my phone charger. Russ will bring me my laptop after the first time he comes home to take care of Rusty. My only other concern is school. Whatever class I start after the one I'm in, I will need to warn the teacher that I might go into labor, and have to turn some things in late. I'm sure it won't be a problem, but it makes me nervous to realize it's that soon!
Speaking of my baby shower, I am really excited about that! There are some solid plans now. My friend, Brittany, is hosting it at her house. It'll be on March 3rd, at 3. Which, ironically, is when I originally wanted to have my wedding, but we couldn't because of lent. The women of the church we go to here are taking care of all the details, so I don't have to worry about a thing! It's going to be so much fun! My very own baby shower! Wow!
Our plans for visiting Texas are a little bit more solidified now. We still don't know exactly when, or for how long we will be there, but we have narrowed it down to a month. We want to go sometime in July. That gives us four months from now to start saving money for the trip. We have some plans in place to save what we need. We're talking about the trip being anywhere from four days to a week. We'll see what we can afford, as the time gets closer. I know for a fact that we want to visit my family, Russ's dad and Brenda, as many of my grandparents, aunts and uncles as we can, and Moonie and Kourtney. As for fine tuning all the arrangements, that has yet to be done. We'll get there, though!
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Feel the Burn!
My stomach acid has become my mortal enemy! I started experiencing heartburn pretty early on. Originally, I was handling it purely with tums. Eventually, I was eating so many tums, I worried whether that was safe. That was when I began taking Prilosec. Prilosec worked pretty well for several months. However, as my uterus has begun to move up, and put more pressure on my stomach, the acid began to overpower the Prilosec. At an appointment, I brought this up to my nurse practitioner, and she suggested I try Zantac, as she had known some women to have more success with that. So, I got some Zantac and began taking that. However, the stomach acid overpowered the Zantac so easily that I could hardly tell I was taking anything at all. I would take a Zantac in the morning, and spend the rest of the day munching on tums anyway. What's worst is that I could not lay on my right side in bed at all. If I layed on my right side, I felt like I was breathing fire. The heartburn would get SO bad. And unfortunately, I just am not as comfortable sleeping on my left side. For a few weeks, I was pretty miserable, and unable to really get any sleep. Then, my sister-in-law, who recently had her daughter, gave me what was left of some prescription heartburn meds she'd had to take while pregnant. It's called Nexium. Taking that seemed to work a miracle! Suddenly, I could sleep on my right side again, and I could get through most of my day without having to take tums. I do still need to take them around dinner time. So, at my next appointment, I told my nurse practitioner about the Nexium, and that it's the only thing that's seemed to help. She said that since I have tried three things, and not had much success she would TRY to write me a prescription for some heartburn relief. The reason she said "TRY" is because I am on medicaid, and medicaid does not want to pay for heartburn meds. She sent the prescription out, and told me that she did not know how long it would take for medicaid to either give in and approve it, or not. So far as I know, they have not yet approved it. I am waiting as patiently as I can, while watching the Nexium my sister-in-law gave me slowly dwindle away. I am just praying that medicaid will approve my prescription before I run out. Honestly, I am scared that they won't, and that before long, I will go back to being miserable. But if that's the case, I can at least take comfort in the fact that I am nearing the end of this journey.
The medicaid fiasco is not the only bad news I got on that Monday. I had my glucose test that day, and I failed it. I was only over by six points, so I'm hoping it was a fluke. However, because I failed the one hour test, they had to schedule me a three hour test. Now, for the one hour test, what they did was tell me to eat something plain for breakfast that morning, and drink nothing but water. When I went in for the test, they drew my blood, then gave me the glucose drink. It was like orange syrup. After drinking that, I had to wait for an hour, then go back and have my finger pricked. They checked my iron and glucose levels with that. The three hour test is a little stricter. I will not be allowed to eat anything at all after midnight the night before. I will not be allowed anything to drink later than two hours before the test starts. When I go in, they will draw my blood again, then give me another glucose drink, which I'm told will be twice as strong as the last one I drank. After that, for the next three hours, I will have my finger pricked once an hour, to test my glucose levels. I can't eat until the test is over. And WHAT I can eat will depend entirely on the results of the test. If I fail it, I will be diagnosed with gestational diabetes, and I will have to start watching out for sugar and starch and carbs. If I have to....well, then I have to. But I know that it will be rather difficult for me to change my diet so drastically, especially when I'm hungry ALL THE TIME! So I am praying that the first test was a fluke, and I will pass the second one and not have to worry.
Some happier news: I have officially reached the stage of pregnancy where you're supposed to do daily kick counts. What that means is, you're supposed to pick a time during the day to count how often your baby kicks you. The goal is to feel ten kicks within a two hour period. If you don't, you're supposed to call your doctor. Well, since I have started, it has not taken me longer than thirty minutes to feel ten kicks. The quickest I got to ten was fifteen minutes. So, I guess I have a hyperactive, but healthy baby.
I have also now taken all the classes I had signed up for. All of them were fun, and I did learn some things. I think my favorite class was the first one, Preparation for Childbirth. The Sibling class, for Rusty, was also really fun. Rusty actually paid attention and when we got home, wanted to practice changing diapers on a doll I have. Since taking that class, he has seemed a lot more excited about being a big brother. I am thrilled. I know he is going to be such a great brother! Lexi will be lucky to have him!
The only other thing that is of interest that is going on right now, is that me and Russ are very close to being able to get a vehicle of our own. We just filed our taxes a couple nights ago, and once we get our return, we will be using that to make a down payment. We started off looking for cross-over vehicles, but those are in high demand right now, so they're expensive. Now we've been looking at SUV's. We think we've found one we like, which is at a dealership near here. It's a Ford Escape. It looks to be in pretty good condition, and it's roomy enough for the four of us, plus one more. With the deposit we will be able to make, we should be able to get monthly payments we can afford. Plus, it has decent gas mileage. Now, having a vehicle will be the first step toward some very tentative plans we've been making. We have been talking about taking a trip to Texas, to visit everybody, when Lexi is 3-4 months old. We want to have her baptized there, if we can go. We'd probably drive up on a Friday, and drive back on a Monday. That gives us a span of two days to see everybody. Those are going to be a BUSY two days! I honestly don't know if we'll be able to see everybody we want to. I've been trying to work out, in my head, how to organize all the visits we'll need to make, without taking too much time away from any of them. The most important visits, obviously, will be to my family and to Russ' Dad and Brenda. If we're having Lexi baptized at my parents church, then it just makes sense that my family will get Sunday. Then it's just a matter of seeing everybody else in between. We will figure it out, though, and we'll let everybody know if / when we'll be able to see them.
The medicaid fiasco is not the only bad news I got on that Monday. I had my glucose test that day, and I failed it. I was only over by six points, so I'm hoping it was a fluke. However, because I failed the one hour test, they had to schedule me a three hour test. Now, for the one hour test, what they did was tell me to eat something plain for breakfast that morning, and drink nothing but water. When I went in for the test, they drew my blood, then gave me the glucose drink. It was like orange syrup. After drinking that, I had to wait for an hour, then go back and have my finger pricked. They checked my iron and glucose levels with that. The three hour test is a little stricter. I will not be allowed to eat anything at all after midnight the night before. I will not be allowed anything to drink later than two hours before the test starts. When I go in, they will draw my blood again, then give me another glucose drink, which I'm told will be twice as strong as the last one I drank. After that, for the next three hours, I will have my finger pricked once an hour, to test my glucose levels. I can't eat until the test is over. And WHAT I can eat will depend entirely on the results of the test. If I fail it, I will be diagnosed with gestational diabetes, and I will have to start watching out for sugar and starch and carbs. If I have to....well, then I have to. But I know that it will be rather difficult for me to change my diet so drastically, especially when I'm hungry ALL THE TIME! So I am praying that the first test was a fluke, and I will pass the second one and not have to worry.
Some happier news: I have officially reached the stage of pregnancy where you're supposed to do daily kick counts. What that means is, you're supposed to pick a time during the day to count how often your baby kicks you. The goal is to feel ten kicks within a two hour period. If you don't, you're supposed to call your doctor. Well, since I have started, it has not taken me longer than thirty minutes to feel ten kicks. The quickest I got to ten was fifteen minutes. So, I guess I have a hyperactive, but healthy baby.
I have also now taken all the classes I had signed up for. All of them were fun, and I did learn some things. I think my favorite class was the first one, Preparation for Childbirth. The Sibling class, for Rusty, was also really fun. Rusty actually paid attention and when we got home, wanted to practice changing diapers on a doll I have. Since taking that class, he has seemed a lot more excited about being a big brother. I am thrilled. I know he is going to be such a great brother! Lexi will be lucky to have him!
The only other thing that is of interest that is going on right now, is that me and Russ are very close to being able to get a vehicle of our own. We just filed our taxes a couple nights ago, and once we get our return, we will be using that to make a down payment. We started off looking for cross-over vehicles, but those are in high demand right now, so they're expensive. Now we've been looking at SUV's. We think we've found one we like, which is at a dealership near here. It's a Ford Escape. It looks to be in pretty good condition, and it's roomy enough for the four of us, plus one more. With the deposit we will be able to make, we should be able to get monthly payments we can afford. Plus, it has decent gas mileage. Now, having a vehicle will be the first step toward some very tentative plans we've been making. We have been talking about taking a trip to Texas, to visit everybody, when Lexi is 3-4 months old. We want to have her baptized there, if we can go. We'd probably drive up on a Friday, and drive back on a Monday. That gives us a span of two days to see everybody. Those are going to be a BUSY two days! I honestly don't know if we'll be able to see everybody we want to. I've been trying to work out, in my head, how to organize all the visits we'll need to make, without taking too much time away from any of them. The most important visits, obviously, will be to my family and to Russ' Dad and Brenda. If we're having Lexi baptized at my parents church, then it just makes sense that my family will get Sunday. Then it's just a matter of seeing everybody else in between. We will figure it out, though, and we'll let everybody know if / when we'll be able to see them.
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