With the summer Olympics in full swing, talk of breaking records is abounding everywhere. Just add me to that list of record breakers.
My record: Longest pregnancy length. Currently 41 weeks, 2 days (9 days post-dates)
Just my personal best, of course. Regardless, it was a record I had set, and now I've broken it. Send me my medal.
And for the record, Miriam was born at 41 weeks, 1 day (8 days post-dates) and Liesl was born at 40 weeks, 3 days (3 days post-dates, obviously).
I'm still hanging in there and since it's 10 p.m. here currently, I'm going to say this baby is for sure an August baby. At least I hope he is since I'm not currently in labor and having a less than 2 hour, start to finish, labor isn't another personal record I intend to set. Although I would take 2 a.m. or so tonight. Just sayin'...
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
No News is...
...well...no news, that's what!
Still pregnant.
There is good news to report though and that is that I'm still healthy and this baby boy is still healthy. That's good because it means I can keep ticking along without too much bother from the midwives.
I had one non-stress test on Friday and it went very well. They aren't worried at all based on those results. I have another one on Tuesday, and as hopeful as I am to not get that far, I'm not going to count on it either. I expect it will likewise have reassuring results.
So, in the meantime, I'm trying to stay on top of laundry, dishes, vacuuming and otherwise keeping our home nice and tidy. Just the usual end-of-pregnancy "nesting" paranoia that something might not be done and caught up when it's time to go and I will come home to a mess or disorder. Weird hormones.
Other than housework, we haven't been doing much. We are bored. I've tried to keep the girls busy, but I quit. I'm out of energy. And every time we go or do anything I blow up like a water balloon. So, cooped up it's been. I think we are ALL ready to be done with mom-being-pregnant. I know I sure am.
I'm even going to disagree with all the well-meaning people who say "At least they are so much easier to take care when you're pregnant." Yeah, well, I haven't slept more than an hour stretch for at least a month...I'd rather be nursing every 2-3. And I may not have diapers or spit up or another person crying, but my girls are usually crying over something so what's another scream here or there?! Plus, Liesl still wets her pants just about every day at least one time; what is a diaper compared to pee-on-the-floor? Not to mention the can-hardly-roll-over-in-bed situation or the dang-gotta-pick-something-up-off-the-floor dilemma.
Yeah, I will take a newborn over all of that in a heartbeat.
Oh, and labor...you know I've got it bad when I'm depressed over my contractions just not feeling strong enough and wishing I was experiencing all the misery of labor nausea and chills/hot flashes and all the other wonderful aspects that only happen simultaneously during a hard, fast labor. And every morning I wake up and nothing has changed, and I'm not in labor, makes me want to cover my head and stay there until I am.
7 days post-dates and counting...
And depending on the attitude undercutting this post, I'm really not doing too bad...but I'm really not doing great either. So, if this seemed super depressing, I'm much more cheerful than I let on. And if I seemed more upbeat than expected, don't worry, I'm still fairly disappointed. Whew! Glad we cleared that up.
Still pregnant.
There is good news to report though and that is that I'm still healthy and this baby boy is still healthy. That's good because it means I can keep ticking along without too much bother from the midwives.
I had one non-stress test on Friday and it went very well. They aren't worried at all based on those results. I have another one on Tuesday, and as hopeful as I am to not get that far, I'm not going to count on it either. I expect it will likewise have reassuring results.
So, in the meantime, I'm trying to stay on top of laundry, dishes, vacuuming and otherwise keeping our home nice and tidy. Just the usual end-of-pregnancy "nesting" paranoia that something might not be done and caught up when it's time to go and I will come home to a mess or disorder. Weird hormones.
Other than housework, we haven't been doing much. We are bored. I've tried to keep the girls busy, but I quit. I'm out of energy. And every time we go or do anything I blow up like a water balloon. So, cooped up it's been. I think we are ALL ready to be done with mom-being-pregnant. I know I sure am.
I'm even going to disagree with all the well-meaning people who say "At least they are so much easier to take care when you're pregnant." Yeah, well, I haven't slept more than an hour stretch for at least a month...I'd rather be nursing every 2-3. And I may not have diapers or spit up or another person crying, but my girls are usually crying over something so what's another scream here or there?! Plus, Liesl still wets her pants just about every day at least one time; what is a diaper compared to pee-on-the-floor? Not to mention the can-hardly-roll-over-in-bed situation or the dang-gotta-pick-something-up-off-the-floor dilemma.
Yeah, I will take a newborn over all of that in a heartbeat.
Oh, and labor...you know I've got it bad when I'm depressed over my contractions just not feeling strong enough and wishing I was experiencing all the misery of labor nausea and chills/hot flashes and all the other wonderful aspects that only happen simultaneously during a hard, fast labor. And every morning I wake up and nothing has changed, and I'm not in labor, makes me want to cover my head and stay there until I am.
7 days post-dates and counting...
And depending on the attitude undercutting this post, I'm really not doing too bad...but I'm really not doing great either. So, if this seemed super depressing, I'm much more cheerful than I let on. And if I seemed more upbeat than expected, don't worry, I'm still fairly disappointed. Whew! Glad we cleared that up.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Happy Due Date
I celebrated my due date today. And by celebrated, I really mean I endured the countless end-of-pregnancy questions all through church. No baby yet? How much longer? Any day now, right? When are they inducing you? And my favorite...How far dilated are you? You know, cause it's customary to tell other people about the status of your privates when you're 40 weeks pregnant, I guess. People are always shocked when I tell them I don't get my cervix checked so I have no idea. So, now you know too...I have no idea how much I'm dilated. I like it that way.
Really though, it could obviously be any day now. I don't have any clue as to how much longer. And there's clearly NO BABY YET! :) I was nice to people though, despite my inner-very-pregnant-grump-self and I got to hear lots of fun old lady (and some not-so-old) baby stories. I always love talking to the generations that actually know what it's like to go beyond the dreaded date of disappointment because back then, inductions just didn't happen.
So this is the home stretch and we will be waiting and waiting until this little boy makes his appearance on his own. Hopefully he makes it soon, because I know I'm not waiting patiently thus far and that's just bound to get worse. Even Liesl comes up to me multiple times a day, kisses my belly and says "Blaine, come out now!!" She must be feeling anxious too.
Really though, it could obviously be any day now. I don't have any clue as to how much longer. And there's clearly NO BABY YET! :) I was nice to people though, despite my inner-very-pregnant-grump-self and I got to hear lots of fun old lady (and some not-so-old) baby stories. I always love talking to the generations that actually know what it's like to go beyond the dreaded date of disappointment because back then, inductions just didn't happen.
So this is the home stretch and we will be waiting and waiting until this little boy makes his appearance on his own. Hopefully he makes it soon, because I know I'm not waiting patiently thus far and that's just bound to get worse. Even Liesl comes up to me multiple times a day, kisses my belly and says "Blaine, come out now!!" She must be feeling anxious too.
Friday, July 13, 2012
This Baby Must be Superstitious
I spent around 3 hours awake in the middle of last night with strong labor-like contractions. I was even battling the hot/cold swings I usually get when I'm in labor. I eventually fell asleep and woke a few times to more strong contractions, but obviously have no baby to show for any of it. I guess he didn't want a Friday the 13th birthday. Maybe I will get lucky over the next week and he will show up before my dreaded due date, I'm quickly losing hope of him coming before my due date though.
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