Juju is a Mama!
25 Nov 2008 1 Comment
As followers of this blog probably know by now, Juju is my oldest and dearest friend. We grew up together, we have known each other our whole lives and have been BFF’s since I was in junior high, so basically forever. I was beyond thrilled to be able to be with her during the birth of her first child. Alexa Reece Poole was born at 12:48 am on November 22. She was 21 inches long and weighed 10 pounds and 3 ounces! No, that is not a typo! She’s the sweetest little monster of a baby you have ever seen. I spoke to Juju this afternoon and their first night at home went very well. Mama and baby are both doing just fine. Lexi, you are so lucky to have a sweetheart of a mommy (and daddy is pretty great, too). Juju, you are gonna be great at this, I just know it.
I Want Her to Call Me Lulu
20 Nov 2008 Leave a Comment
I’m off to Juju’s for a few days. She’s having her baby tomorrow! EEEEEKKKK! I have been on pins and needles for weeks, jumping up every time the phone rings thinking it will be her. So, I shall return next week, hopefully with pictures of a sweet new baby girl! Think happy baby thoughts for us.
P.S. Here’s a big shout out to my in-laws (bro-in-law, sis-in-law, mom-in-law & dad-in-law) for helping out with the kids in my absence. You’re the best!
Cuteness Will Only Get You So Far
09 Jun 2008 1 Comment
Hey kid, let’s try sleeping at night in lieu of all day! M’kaythnxbai.
She’s Here!
04 Jun 2008 3 Comments
Lokie Rai arrived yesterday afternoon at 4:03 pm. She weighs 7 pounds 11 ounces and is 20 1/4 inches long. She’s beautiful, perfect, and quite cooperative (so far). But I might be slightly biased, seeing as how I’m the mama and all. Daddy can’t stop holding her and Arwyn is FINALLY a big sister!
Yes, I am blogging from my hospital bed. That is true dedication. And I’m also out of CSI: NY’s to watch.
Quit Stressing Me Out–I Have High Blood Pressure
30 May 2008 2 Comments
I had yet another doctor’s appointment this morning and I am 3 cm dilated! WOOP! WOOP! I would apologize to all of my male readers, but this is how every single baby comes into the world, so you are going to have to GET OVER IT. My blood pressure is still up and the proteinuria was a bit worse than on Wednesday. I have an ultrasound scheduled for Monday and if things have not improved then I will probably be induced next week.
Here is where I have been spending my days:
Last night I had a brief reprieve when we went to Lowe’s to look at finishes for the basement, which isn’t finished but we can still shop, can’t we? Riding around in one of those motorized scooter thingees isn’t nearly as much fun as you might think. They aren’t very fast and the batteries, they die, and you may or may not be located at the back of the store when that happens.
I seem to have done something to my neck. I have to be the only person alive who can injure themselves while RESTING. I think I pulled something this morning when I was talking on the phone and holding the phone to my ear with my chin. OW.
That’s all the excitement I have for you today. I hope you are doing something more fun than laying in a recliner watching back-to-back episodes of CSI: NY.
Antepartum
29 May 2008 3 Comments
I had quite an eventful day yesterday. Not necessarily events that I would want to repeat anytime soon, but it WAS eventful. After dropping Arwyn off for a stay at Camp Aunt Banana, I returned home for my doctor’s appointment. She was a tad concerned about my slight swelling, rapid weight gain over the past week, increased blood pressure and protein in my urine. Apparently I flunked every test they had for me except the reflexes one. I would have studied had I known there was going to be a pop quiz. I never had this problem in school.
After having blood taken for labs, she sent me home with one simple instruction: rest. I went home and Googled preeclampsia for a bit, then headed out to the salon. I already had my previously mentioned pedicure scheduled and I wasn’t too keen to miss it. Sitting in a recliner while someone else pampers your feet is resting, right? As I was preparing to leave my pedicure my phone rang and it was another doctor from the practice telling me part of my labs were back and she felt my hemoglobin was dangerously low and would like me to come to the hospital for further labwork and monitoring. Yipee! At least I would be arriving at the hospital with pretty toes.
I went home and threw some things in a bag just in case they decided to keep me prisoner overnight, grabbed some magazines and headed on in where I was wheeled up to Labor & Delivery. Not really sure why they insist on doing that, but I was happy to sit. I was taken to Room Triage 3, which sounded a little scary, but only consisted of a bed, a sink and some monitoring equipment. Over the course of the two hours that I was there, I was attended to by no less than four nurses and one on-call doctor. I’m guessing that whichever nurse was the least busy was instructed to go check on the chick with the fat feet. I had more blood taken, the baby was monitored and my bp was taken at least every half hour. After answering approximately half a billion questions, reading two magazines and starting a book, calling Bubby to relay updates, and a stern lecture from the on-call doctor, I was free to go.
Baby looks great, they are mainly concerned about my blood pressure and low hemoglobin. I was instructed to take as much iron as I can stand (my iron tolerance is pretty low), eat plenty of iron-rich foods, drink a lot of water and rest. I am not supposed to be up for more than an hour at a time. I have now reached my alloted hour, and must retire to my chaise.
Pregnancy Woes
27 May 2008 3 Comments
This is my good foot. The other one is worse than this one. This was taken when I could still bend my toes and when the swelling went down while I slept. When I didn’t have to take breaks from whatever I am doing to sit in the recliner and put my feet up. When the laundry still got done. When I didn’t have to sit on a stool to wash dishes. When every step didn’t hurt. Now by the end of the day they look something like this:
How disgusting is THAT?! And if anybody would like to smack me and yell, “Feel sorry for yourself much?!” I would totally understand. At this point, I can’t even stand myself.
You know who I really feel sorry for? The poor girl that is giving me a pedicure tomorrow. bwa ha ha!
36 Weeks 5 Days
21 May 2008 Leave a Comment
I’m sparing you all from my puffy face. You can thank me later. This picture was taken the day I was 36 weeks, but now I am almost 37 weeks NOT THAT I’M COUNTING or anything. Last night I was having a lot of, shall we say unpleasant moments, and I thought “This might be it!” even though I knew it probably wasn’t. A girl can hope, can’t she?
Pregnancy does not really agree with me. I am not one of those people that glows with a cute little belly bump. I swell, I puff up like a blowfish, I have really bad back pain, I get sick. It’s not very pretty. But soon, very soon I hope, we will meet the little munchkin that has been causing me so much trouble.
29 Weeks
28 Mar 2008 4 Comments
Today I am exactly 29 weeks preggers. Sorry for the fuzzy, grainy picture. The only full length mirror in the house is in our bedroom, which is purposely dark most of the time. I didn’t feel like removing and then replacing all of the quilts covering the windows just to get a good photo. Yeah, we have blinds, curtains and quilts as window treatments. Also notice the lovely brick tv stand. This room will become Arwyn’s room if all goes as planned, so it takes a distant back burner in the home decorating department.
For the sake of posterity and the baby’s book, I thought I’d show a picture of how fat I am awesome I look. I haven’t had the swelling that I had with Arwyn and I hope that doesn’t happen this time. I can’t remember when that started with her, and I haven’t dug out my old pregnancy journal to check. Slacker!
I don’t feel like I have talked much about this pregnancy, at least on the blog anyway. It’s a busy time in our lives and a lot goes unsaid most of the time. I am excited, nervous, terrified, tired of being pregnant, just plain tired. 11 weeks to go.
