I've only got 3 more days left of this pregnancy. On Thursday, at 5:30 a.m., Rob and I are to arrive at the hospital for my scheduled induction! At my appointment this past week, I was measured and baby was measured and my OB was finally in agreement that I should be induced. He measured the baby at 7.5 lbs. I think she's already beyond 8 lbs, but what do I know? I'm just the one carrying her around. My goal is to avoid another 9 lbs baby. Because of the way babies gain weight in the last month of pregnancy, if this baby is 7.5 lbs at 37 weeks, she would be a 10 lbs baby if I went over my due date!!! I'm not birthing a 10 lbs baby!
I have been having contractions since about 33 weeks. They are not getting "stronger, longer and closer together", so it's not really something that I could go to Labor & Delivery about just yet. They would send me home until my contractions are closer together. It's not false labor, either, since the contractions have a definite pattern. They are every 9-15 minutes apart and some of them hurt like a champ!
It's ok, though, because it has been making me dilate and efface and that's what a woman who is about to have a baby wants to hear! I have been induced with all my pregnancies and think it would be lovely to go into labor on my own, but I don't see that happening here. My body just doesn't know how to get beyond this Latent Labor, otherwise known as Prodromal Labor (real labor that doesn't progress).
In the meantime, it is 4:45 a.m. and I am up with these contractions, along with all the other late-pregnancy discomforts. I'm tired, restless, I'm feeling very awkward and heavy, and I can't wait to hold this baby in my arms.
Mostly because it will mean that she will no longer be a part of my body!!!
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Monday, December 27, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
The Delta Burke Collection
"That is it! I've HAD it with being pregnant! I am NOT doing this again!!!"
I think I've said those things during the final trimester of ALL of my pregnancies. And, each of those statements was true the exact moment I said them. After I had Aurora, I was NOT going to have another baby. No way, no how! Until I wanted Ryan. After I had Ryan, I was sure I wanted Rob to go get that dreadful "snip-snip" surgery to ensure I never had to go through that again.
But, here I am, nearing my 3rd trimester, and once again I think I found the last straw!
You see, being pregnant changes your entire DNA. I'm not kidding. It's like the baby somehow fuses with your genetic makeup and mutates you into this monstrous being. I don't ever remember behaving like that in public BEFORE I was pregnant. I don't ever remember thinking to myself "Yes, salad sounds good, but I must have Fruit Roll-Ups to go with it... And they MUST be red!" Yes, I do believe I have lost all control of my being.
Yesterday I had the day off work. I've been squeezing myself into my pre-pregnancy bras for long enough. It was time to give those tired pups a much-needed and well-deserved vacation. *sigh* Before I go any further, let me just say that I am not a bling-mama. My bras don't have to be animal print or BeDazzled. They just have to function and look pretty on their own.
Past-tense. I should have made those last statements past-tense. No longer am I the proud owner of pretty little bras. I now own BAZONGA BRAS! Ok. So I just have one, for now. But, there will be many more to come.
...Back to my story about yesterday. I woke up and decided that the need for doubled-up support was getting out of hand. So, I dropped the kids off at school and headed out to the store. I had no idea what I was about to get myself into. Not a clue! While scouring racks and racks of misplaced bras, I began pulling out the ones I thought were "cute". Read that as "the ones that USED to fit me"! Having resigned myself to the fact that many of the bras I pulled off the rack were just a tad itty-bitty, I began to branch out in sizes. I pulled out a variety of bras and headed to the Fitting Rooms.
Now, if you speak to ANY woman, she will agree with me: Trying on bras is terrifying. Especially when the Fitting Room doors HAVE NO LOCKS!!! Argh! But, I mustered up all my strength by thinking "Ha! The joke's on you if you have to see my out-to-here-pregnant shape!" I hadn't paid much attention to the labels on the items I had picked out. You see, I was desperate for a well-fitted topside and failed to notice that HALF of the bras I picked out were from the Delta Burke line! *gasp*
For those of you who don't know me, I am not a Delta Burke size--normally. But, nothing about this pregnancy has been normal.
Once it was all said and done, I scooped up all my "discards" and headed to the register with my 1 item (yes, all that for ONE). I was rather proud of my purchase, however. It was pretty (for a BAZONGA bra) and it only cost $6.50 with all the discounts and coupons I had.
So, in spite of my Delta Burke experience, the ladies are happy today. My ego is shot, but if my other 2 childbirthing experiences have taught me anything, I've got a lot more ego-hammering to look forward to.
I think I've said those things during the final trimester of ALL of my pregnancies. And, each of those statements was true the exact moment I said them. After I had Aurora, I was NOT going to have another baby. No way, no how! Until I wanted Ryan. After I had Ryan, I was sure I wanted Rob to go get that dreadful "snip-snip" surgery to ensure I never had to go through that again.
But, here I am, nearing my 3rd trimester, and once again I think I found the last straw!
You see, being pregnant changes your entire DNA. I'm not kidding. It's like the baby somehow fuses with your genetic makeup and mutates you into this monstrous being. I don't ever remember behaving like that in public BEFORE I was pregnant. I don't ever remember thinking to myself "Yes, salad sounds good, but I must have Fruit Roll-Ups to go with it... And they MUST be red!" Yes, I do believe I have lost all control of my being.
Yesterday I had the day off work. I've been squeezing myself into my pre-pregnancy bras for long enough. It was time to give those tired pups a much-needed and well-deserved vacation. *sigh* Before I go any further, let me just say that I am not a bling-mama. My bras don't have to be animal print or BeDazzled. They just have to function and look pretty on their own.
Past-tense. I should have made those last statements past-tense. No longer am I the proud owner of pretty little bras. I now own BAZONGA BRAS! Ok. So I just have one, for now. But, there will be many more to come.
...Back to my story about yesterday. I woke up and decided that the need for doubled-up support was getting out of hand. So, I dropped the kids off at school and headed out to the store. I had no idea what I was about to get myself into. Not a clue! While scouring racks and racks of misplaced bras, I began pulling out the ones I thought were "cute". Read that as "the ones that USED to fit me"! Having resigned myself to the fact that many of the bras I pulled off the rack were just a tad itty-bitty, I began to branch out in sizes. I pulled out a variety of bras and headed to the Fitting Rooms.
Now, if you speak to ANY woman, she will agree with me: Trying on bras is terrifying. Especially when the Fitting Room doors HAVE NO LOCKS!!! Argh! But, I mustered up all my strength by thinking "Ha! The joke's on you if you have to see my out-to-here-pregnant shape!" I hadn't paid much attention to the labels on the items I had picked out. You see, I was desperate for a well-fitted topside and failed to notice that HALF of the bras I picked out were from the Delta Burke line! *gasp*
For those of you who don't know me, I am not a Delta Burke size--normally. But, nothing about this pregnancy has been normal.
Once it was all said and done, I scooped up all my "discards" and headed to the register with my 1 item (yes, all that for ONE). I was rather proud of my purchase, however. It was pretty (for a BAZONGA bra) and it only cost $6.50 with all the discounts and coupons I had.
So, in spite of my Delta Burke experience, the ladies are happy today. My ego is shot, but if my other 2 childbirthing experiences have taught me anything, I've got a lot more ego-hammering to look forward to.
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