Friday, March 27, 2009

Ridiculous is the best descriptor of me

I was talking to someone yesterday and she said, "Yeah ridiculous, that pretty much sums it up." I couldn't make this stuff up, really I couldn't. Especially when I'm pregnant. My OB even said that he'd love to be bored by me...but as it were, I'm very interesting.

Thus far in pregnancy number 3 I've had the following:

*Sub-chorionic hemorrhaging

*ridiculously large belly at a stupid early time

Shut up its not funny. I'm only 9 weeks in this picture and people were already asking boy or girl?

*started to feel the baby moving at about 10.5 weeks. Its my was the baby

*mopping the floor nearly cripples me. I'm not making that up. I can barely walk and need help getting off the couch if I mop the floor.

*contractions started at about 13 weeks

*self induced modified bedrest at 15 weeks b/c I am having just too many damn contractions

*waiting to see if I will start progesterone injections early b/c of aforementioned contractions

I haven't even gotten to the interesting parts of pregnancy yet so this should be fun. What's amazing to me is that though I have the most absurd things happen to me, they are never repeated. Each pregnancy is new and different...all except the 'cranky uterus' part. My doctor said it first. I have a cranky doesn't like being pregnant I don't think. I should sweet talk her more to make her less cranky.

Other stupid things that have happened to me:

*in Raph's pregnancy I had a full body itch. No rash just an unstoppable itch that moved all over my body. I went in for testing for a rare liver disorder...nope, just weird itching. It eventually went away on its own after about 2 months of nonstop itching

*in Colin's pregnancy I had stabbing back pains. After they became so bothersome that I talked to my doctor about them. I had a renal ultrasound to check for kidney stones...nope just a pregnancy induced enlarged valve or something. It eventually stopped when I had Colin.

*in Raph's pregnancy I would start crying and completely FREAK OUT on a moments notice b/c I was so hungry. I remember one time on a family trip to Galveston with my mom, sister and grandma in the car. I started crying, they crossed a busy street and made a crazy left turn to get me to a Jack-in-the-box so I could have some french fries RIGHT THEN!

*in Colin's pregnancy I had insomnia. Insomnia is bad in and of itself but when you are in your first trimester its a ring of hell. Its that time in pregnancy when you can barely lift your legs without panting and needing to rest. But to add insomnia on top of that? It was bad...real bad.

*in Colin's pregnancy I had morning sickness for 6 months. Enough said.

*in Raph's pregnancy I gained 10 lbs in one week. That was a sad dark day.

*in Colin's pregnancy I once measured 7 (seven) weeks ahead. Yes, seven.

*in Raph's pregnancy I had trice weekly appointments for a while. That was fun.

*in Colin's pregnancy I had to go to Labor and Delivery every other Wednesday night for 6 weeks. I knew the staff that worked Wednesdays very well.

*Raph was the biggest baby in the nursery and Colin was the biggest baby in the NICU.

*in Colin's pregnancy he kicked me so hard that he bruised me from the inside. That HURT.

*in Raph's pregnancy I scared prospective grad students with his full body rolls in utero. You should have seen the look of horror on that girls face. It was hilarious.

Throughout all the toils and tribulations of all of my pregnancies they have been very special, very wonderful and terrifying all at once. I wouldn't give any of it up b/c that's part of what made my boys who they are. You get a sense of their personality early on and you can feel their little head or bootie cupped in your hand when you hold your belly. You can grab a little foot if he pushes just a little too hard. This new baby started making himself known early on. Every night he moves around and kicks me to let me know he's ok...and stops as soon as Mike puts his hand on my belly. This kid has moxy. I love my boys. They enrich my life, Mike's life and anyone who is around them. I know they are MY boys but they are beautiful, talented and HILARIOUS. I expect this new baby to be no different. I look forward to meeting him, I guess I should add 'her' but I think its another boy, but just not too soon. Stay put little baby. We have plenty of time for seeing each other face to face later.

Friday, March 13, 2009

The power of three

I haven't posted in a while because...well I've been busy...growing a baby. Three is a good number right? Its a divine number, I'm a third child and I'm practically perfect in every way, just like Mary Poppins. I find myself wondering how the hell I will be the mother of three but that will come in time. Its not so much that I didn't want another child. I think three is a very nice number. I just was/am terrified of what the pregnancy might bring. Its a good thing I didn't start this blog until after I had Colin. If I had this going while I was pregnant with him you would have thought I made it all up. Its bad enough I start it because I was the lady in the ER with a kid sporting purple limbs.

Fear of what may be is what kept me from wanting to have another child. I think God just knew I wouldn't actually dive in head first so He threw us the majorly surprising blessing. I am excited about the prospect of another baby its that whole pesky pregnancy part that gets me. Raph's pregnancy was fine...until the end when that whole preterm labor bit happened, followed by bedrest and other fun stuff. Colin was torture right from the beginning. I don't use torture lightly, it really was the longest 34 wks I've ever been through and I was far from eager to repeat it. Just a brief began with insomnia and migraines, spontaneous bleeding, 6 months of morning (read: all day) sickness and ended with stabbing back pain from a pregnancy induced kidney problem, being bruised from the inside by my darling baby in utero and being on a first name basis with the Labor and Delivery staff that worked the Wednesday night shift. Yes it was always a Wednesday night. Always. I felt a little like Norm from Cheers. "MARCELLA! What can I do for you tonight?" How about an ultrasound, double shot of terbuteline and a shot in the ass for good measure.

Then there was the whole NICU bit. I really don't want to have to go through that again. We sort of felt like we had been really lucky and having another child would be tempting the preterm labor gods one time too many. I have been terrified of this pregnancy but as I cross over to the second trimester my fears have eased some. I don't know what this pregnancy will be like. I sort of feel like I'm reliving Colin's pregnancy at times but not entirely and for that I am truly grateful. I still wonder about that whole kidney thing and if it might come back. When the doctor finally figured that one out, thank you renal ultrasound guy, my friend said to me, "You should call Guinness because you have got to have the most ridiculous pregnancy EVER." Seriously, I couldn't dream this stuff up, but I'm a great resource to anyone who's pregnant because I've had so many random ass things happen to me.

So my future is somewhat uncertain. I'm hoping and praying for an easier pregnancy, limited bedrest and a full term baby. That's not too much to ask right? The things I can control are the new car I'm going to have to get...NOT a minivan thank you very much. Buying new clothes for this baby. Picking a name for this baby. And preparing my other children for this new little miracle.

Raph was very excited by the prospect of a new baby. Our conversation went something like this:
You know how you were in my tummy?


You know how Colin was in my tummy?


Well there's another baby in my tummy.

His face just lit up and he sucked in air and had a huge smile


How do you know?!

I went to the doctor and he told me.

He had huge smiles and rubbed my belly and said, "There's a baby in your tummy! We'll have to tell daddy when he gets home tonight!"

His little wheels were turning and he thought of all kinds of logistical things. Some was just 'oh we'll have TWO babies in the house!" Then more real things like 'there will be a lot more work and we will have to change TWO babies' diapers.' He did also ask if I'd have to start going to that doctor place again. It took me a while to figure it out but he was talking about me going to Labor and Delivery all the time. Unfortunately yes, I will but it will be ok. He went on to talk about how I'd have to get out my breast pump and pump milk again. There would be THREE kinds of milk in the fridge (soy, cow and baby milk). And we'd have to get baby swallow food (baby food) again.

Then he said we'd have to get another crib. I told him that maybe we could just get a big boy bed for Colin. He said, "Or he could just sleep with me!" I said that maybe we could just get a big bed and put it in his room for Colin to sleep. He thought that was a good idea but Colin's bed would have to have edges on it so he wouldn't fall out and get hurt. He was so freakin' cute it was unreal.

Then later we were on the couch and his knees were kind of in my belly. He looked down and moved them, "Oh I better move my legs and feet because you have a baby in your tummy!" He's so conscientious and loving. He kept rubbing my belly and talking about the baby with such excitement. I asked him if he wanted a brother or a sister and he said he didn't care and we'd just have to find out when the doctor takes the baby out of my tummy.

He's such a good boy. I just love him. He made me truly excited for this new little one.