Saturday, April 25, 2015

2nd Pregnancy: Week 34

Being sick in general is the pits, but being sick while pregnant is the WORST! During week 33 of my pregnancy, I was anything but steering clear of germs. I wanted to wrap my one year old up in my arms and kiss it to make it all better. I am positive that I got the stomach bug from him. 

To keep it short, I started feeling sick the day after the 33 week mark on Friday. I went to work for a couple of hours on Saturday feeling a little nauseous. I'll admit something grossed me out as I was walking down the nursing home halls and I could not relieve the dry gag until I was back in my office. There is nothing worse than getting a big whiff of someone's bowel movement and seeing another person with dried food around their lips from the meal they ate an hour earlier. 

By that night I was full blown puking sick with a low fever. I couldn't keep anything down that night including Saltine crackers. This rolled over making the next day look the same as the evening before. I couldn't even sip on Gatorade, Sprite, or water without immediately throwing it up. Normally, this wouldn't be that big of a deal, but I would continue to dry heave until my body ached after hours and hours of this. 

Okay let us not get in to the nasty details of how I got further sick, but I will tell you that in this type of sickness, it is not safe to fart EVER. Not being able to use the bathroom normally or keep anything down for just over 48 hours caused me to spiral in to a lethargic state. I ended up calling my midwife who encouraged me to go to the emergency room for liquids to hydrate me. Thankfully, we already put Shep down to sleep by this time and had our neighbor "watch" him while we were gone.

After an hour wait in the waiting room at the ER and several trips to the bathroom, Josh ended up wheeling me in to triage when they called my name. They gave me two bags of liquid to rehydrate me, which took around two hours total, and some Zofran to help with the nausea. About an hour in, they asked me to give a urine sample. The results came back that I had ketones in my urine, which basically just confirmed that I was dehydrated. Before I left they gave me some potassium. We were there for a total of 4 hours waiting to be discharged. At this point Josh was so bored out of his mind and exhausted, he couldn't wait to go home just to sleep. 

I woke up feeling 80% better and I was back to 100% the day after that on Wednesday working a full day at work. To be honest, I don't think I have ever been that sick in my life, not that I can recall anyway. I can say for certain that I have never been that sick in my adulthood. 




How far along? 34 weeks
Baby is the size of a: cantaloupe
Total weight gain: 30 pounds... I lost 6 pounds total, but I gained 3 back.
Waist Measurement: 40 inches
Maternity clothes?  My dear friend bought me a maternity shirt to add to my collection and then I caved and bought 3 more from Target, because I realized that the gatherings on the side are a creation from God and I should just accept it. No more stretching out my regular shirts!
Stretch marks? No new ones. Although I have started carrying around my belly butter cream that I bought and added a few ingredients to to ease the burning feeling that I am getting stretch marks. 
Sleep: Sleep was not so great this week. I was up every 30 minutes to an hour to use the restroom since I was sick. 
Best moment this week: A couple days after I was completely recovered, Shep and I joined several other mommy friends at the park for one of my friend's birthday. First of all, Shepherd is normally not interested in playgrounds at all, but on this particular day he was. He climbed the giants steps on to the first and second platform by himself and through the short tunnel to the third platform, which was no surprise to me, but then he was able to correctly position himself and slide down the big slide by himself without assistance! He did this over and over. I am not going to sugar coat it, I FOUGHT back the tears as I realized I no longer had Shep, my baby, anymore. He has 100% graduated to toddler and it kind of breaks my heart a little. 
Movement: Movement is all over. There isn't a particular place that he or she moves anymore. I'm curious if baby 2.0 is head down!
Food cravings: Well I ate practically nothing for the majority of this week, so I would say no cravings!
Miss Anything? I missed being able to eat a burger... or even a cracker and keep it down. 
Gender: hmmmm I am going back to boy this week. I think two little miniature Joshs would be pretty darn cute running around. 
Symptoms: Just tired and sicky.
Belly Button in or out? Out
Wedding rings on or off? On
Mood?: SO thankful that I am better. 
Appointment updates: fundal height was 32 cm measuring two weeks behind just like I did with Shep. Baby's heartrate was right at 130 bpm

Friday, April 17, 2015

2nd Pregnancy: Week 33

As my son was sick most of this week, most if not all of my schedule entailed me caring for him this week of pregnancy. He got the stomach bug with no other symptoms than just vomiting at first for an entire day. Eventually in the days following he developed a fever and had non-stop diarrhea. He could only stay awake for 30 minutes at a time and barely had enough energy to keep his eyes open, take a few sips of liquid, and watch his favorite movie, Cars.

He would fall asleep slumped over my belly and each time I picked him up, his body would just feel lifeless and limp whether he was awake or not. After 4 full days of this sickness and starting on day 5, a doctor's visit, and some Zofran, we were about to head out to the emergency room to get little Shep some fluids. We put his shoes on and for the first time Shep stepped foot outside in 5 days. He immediately perked up and started to play with his push lawn mower. We knew he must have been on the upswing of the stomach bug with that much energy. We decided against going to the ER and just waiting a day to see how things panned out. Shep was back to himself within a day and a half with no more vomiting or diarrhea. PRAISE GOD!

That is a short little synopsis of poor Shep, but little did I know, I was going to catch that nasty bug. But that is for next week's post.





How far along? 33 weeks
Baby is the size of a: pineapple
Total weight gain: 63 still
Waist Measurement: 40 Inches. Still a'growin'
Maternity clothes?  I really am at the point where I need to stop stretching out my regular shirts and suck it up and buy a few plain maternity v-necks or something from Target, but I just keep telling myself, "it is only 7 more weeks, I can make it!" 
Stretch marks? I think there might be a little one above my belly button. Its the same color as my skin except shinier. It is only about half an inch long, but I'm pretty sure it is there.
Sleep: Sleep was really good other than the visits to the bathroom, but when I am asleep, I sleep hard. 
Best moment this week: 
Movement: Movement is CONSTANT. Although I love feeling the movement, sometimes I have Josh put his hands on my belly when I'm trying to go to sleep at night, because he some how has a calming effect on baby 2.0 and he or she always seems to nestle in Daddy's hands. 
Food cravings: Nothing in particular, just heartier foods. 
Miss Anything? I miss having energy. I am literally EXHAUSTED all of the time. To think about walking around the block seems like a chore, but to do an actual 30 minute to an hour workout involving weights seems impractical and impossible at this point. 
Gender: I'm still guessing girl this week.
Symptoms: None other than exhaustion and my belly itches or burns. I feel like the baby is really stretching my skin, but as soon as I put either belly butter, coconut oil, essential oils, or a mix of the 3, it usually goes away. 
Belly Button in or out? Out
Wedding rings on or off? On
Mood?: Mmmmm just kind of out of it. I am so tired I don't know how to funciton. 

Monday, April 13, 2015

2nd Pregnancy: Week 31

Let's talk about having melt downs in public. At this point I can't decide if I am going to talk about myself or my 17 month old son. We'll see where I ramble. There is the unspoken courtesy that if your child is acting up by screaming, running around, and causing a scene that you as a parent should immediately a) reprimand your child and/or b) remove them from anyone having to witness the madness. Before having a child myself, I don't know how many times I leaned over and whispered about someone else's kid, "my father would have beat me before I acted that way. My child will never." Anyone else make pretentious statements such as these before they were actually living the situation themselves? I am pretty sure people said this about my child the other day.

It started with, well, what was supposed to be a quick errand to Target before we were to go swimming. After prying Shepherd away from the enormous red ball outside Target, I attempted to put him in the shopping cart. You would have thought that I was lowering him in to boiling lava, because as his feet were touching the seat and about to slide in to the holes for him to sit down, he curled his body up and started screaming. I attempted 3 times and finally just carried him with one arm while pushing the cart with the other towards the women's swimsuit aisle.

Again in the swimsuit isle, Shepherd's actions were equivalent to someone trying to get out of a room with walls that are closing in on you. He panicked trying to get out of the maze of nylon bikinis yelling with tears streaming down his face until he reached the tiled path outside of the clothing. He immediately stopped crying and screaming and took off through the store. I decided we could come back to the swimsuits after we picked up the other things on my list. I swooped up Shep as we passed the baby boy's clothing and snagged the first swimsuit I saw in his size and kept walking. We made it to the pool toys before I almost passed out and set him down to play with the foam balls. Carrying a child that only weighs 22-ish pounds doesn't seem like a laborious task, but I assure you at 31 weeks holding a squirmy toddler is not easy.

The next 5 minutes were a breeze. Shep played with the balls and then the packaged baby toys a couple aisles over as I picked out a baby outfit for a friend. Then, it was back to the swimsuit section for the final run, as there is no way I could squeeze my now large booty and belly in my pre-baby swimsuit. I would have liked to peruse through the hundreds of options and combinations of swimsuits Target offers for females, but to Shep, he was back in hell apparently. He started immediately screaming and began clawing his way out of the plethora of nylon, even though I had barricaded him in with the cart and my body. I ended up picking the first top that looked reasonably conservative and long enough to cover this honking belly and ran after my son who had managed to squeeze his body past some hanging swimsuits and the shopping cart.

Our next stop was Toys R Us since Target didn't have anything but hot pink puddle jumpers - no, we couldn't just buy arm blow up floaties as our gym doesn't allow us. Anyway, I got redirected three different times all back to the same section for this puddle jumper, but, alas, it was still not there!!! I am not blind. All the while Shep is overall behaving himself only because I am letting him walk around the store independently.  However, every time the man at the customer service desk would start talking to me, I would have to run off and chase Shep down. Finally, I requested that they bring the freakin' puddle jumper that Shep just HAD TO HAVE to the front. To top it all off, when I was getting to check out, Shepherd decided to grab the Mentos positioned conveniently at his eye level. He grabbed 2 rolls in each hand and started throwing them as far as possible.

Needless to say, I ended up with 3 broken rolls of Mentos in my purse and several others that weren't even salvageable that ended up in the trash. I think 5-7 were on my receipt. I seriously considered throwing my body on the ground just to see how Shep would react to my screaming, crying, and acting up, but let's get real - I have to be the adult even when I don't want to be. So in this entire day of tantrums, I took the option b) alternative and ended up just taking my son out of the public's eye of having to witness his screaming and crying. We haven't quite gotten to the reprimanding stage of "time out," "spankings," or any other means of punishment, but sometimes I seriously don't know if Shep understands my "don't do that, stop, or no," because 75% of the time he does the exact opposite.  




How far along? 31 weeks
Baby weighs the same as: 4 navel oranges
Total weight gain: 33 pounds
Waist Measurement: 39 inches
Maternity clothes?  I like wearing maternity clothes, but at this point nothing makes me feel undeniably more comfortable. 
Stretch marks? None, but I just ran out of my belly butter and am definitely going to make my own using essential oils and other natural products. 
Sleep: I have gotten up twice every night this week of pregnancy. 
Best moment this week: Josh and I attempted yoga together at the Y and needless to say yoga is just not for us. Josh couldn't get a rhythm and balance is just not his thing, and I couldn't do half of the positions. Plus we were kind of bored. I guess it is just not for everyone, but it was funny doing it together.
Movement: Movement has been ridiculous this week. If I push a limb back in, something else pokes out in a different area. 
Food cravings: Ramen noodles still.
Miss Anything? I miss letting Shep crawl all over me including my belly. I am definitely limited sometimes when it comes to wrestling with Shepherd on the ground. 
Gender: I am still thinking a little girl, but really I have no idea. 
Symptoms: No sickness this week!
Belly Button in or out? Out
Wedding rings on or off? On
Mood?: Good when my child is not acting a fool in public. 

Saturday, April 11, 2015

2nd Pregnancy: Week 32

As Josh and I started a family, I knew we'd be making decisions about traditions during holidays. I have given a lot of thought towards Christmas, but it is getting harder as Shepherd gets older.  Frankly, it's hard to pin down what I want to do amidst the usually busy rhythm of life.  The Americanization of holidays like Christmas and Easter further complicate the traditions we choose to pass down in our family. How many posts and pictures did you see on Facebook on Easter showing what the Easter bunny brought with their Easter baskets full of goodies, chocolates, and eggs? How many did you see of sweet babies and kids during their Easter egg hunt with Grandma and Grandpa? Better yet, how many pictures did you see of a little one learning the story of Mary Magdalene running back to tell the others that Jesus has risen?

These are some of the suggestions I got when I asked for some ideas to do for Easter with a toddler:

  • Dye eggs - a million different ways to dye  and decorate them.
  • Use plastic eggs and put toys, M&Ms, or even grapes in them.
  • Hiding the Easter basket around the house.
  • What to fill in the Easter basket - chocolate bunnies, a couple of toys, puzzles, and stuffed animal
  • Plant Jelly Beans in the ground.
  • Put stickers on the Easter eggs.

But here are the two comments that really resonated with my soul:

  • "We have always tried to connect our kids to Jesus in all aspects of Easter. From little up we talked about finding the eggs reminding us that if we look for Jesus in a tomb, we won't find Him there. So our tradition was that our kids would always yell, "he is Risen" if they found an egg. It was so awesome on Sunday morning to hear the voices of little children declaring. "He is Risen" all around our yard. Resurrection eggs are good too."
  • "In our family we start with the Lenten season. Its a great time to prepare for the mind blowing concept of eternal life. Home decors are great conversation pieces"... "For instance, we start with love (hearts and red), palm Sunday is green, we have the passover meal and read or narrate the story of the passover, good Friday we have jute and red, Saturday is just the same, and Sunday there is purple, green, and gold." "We sow a seed in a glass jar and it grow by Easter and eventually there is a seedling....We always have an Easter party and invite someone who doesn't yet have a conscious relationship with Jesus and we share Jesus' story."
These two showed me that a fancy filled Easter basket isn't what is going to bring true delight to my little one and this next baby. True joy during these Jesus centered holidays are brought to life by sharing the true meaning and not by fleeting goods. 

About two weeks before Easter, I bought Shepherd an Easter Curious George book, a watering can, small garden tool, and sidewalk chalk to put in his Easter basket along with some candy and stuffed plastic eggs. Josh immediately said no to the Curious George book and nicely asked me to take it back. He said I could just give Shep the other things without it having to be for Easter. At first I was in a fury about the whole ordeal, but then I took a moment to think about what was important during Easter. I decided I agreed with Josh's reasons, which were to take away the expectation for gifts and implement Jesus more in to the mix. 

We did end up doing an Easter egg hunt with our friend's church. We also dyed eggs using vinegar, water, and food coloring. Really, Shepherd just threw an egg in to one cup of color and immediately signed "more" for another "ball" and threw it in the next cup. There wasn't an egg uncracked. We did read Shepherd a children's book talking about Jesus rising from the dead, but it was from a child's point of view. We also celebrated Palm Sunday the week before letting Shep wave a palm branch around church. We'd like to implement even more of Jesus, but who knew that there were so many traditions to choose from and so many decisions to make together with your spouse on the subject? Whether a tradition is "Christian" or not, how cool is it that we can look for ways to connect it to the message of the gospel. I want Shep and Baby 2.0 to experience Easter egg hunts and hollowed out chocolate bunnies, but I also want them to understand why the holiday is so important. I don't want my posts on Facebook to be solely about "what the Easter bunny brought." Because Jesus is the reason for the season, a cliche not only appropriate for Christmas, but for Easter too.









How far along? 32 weeks
Baby weighs the same as: coconut
Total weight gain: 33 pounds still. Thank the Lord, my weight gain has slowed down. My midwife this past week did suggest I take it easy on the carbs if I was worried about my rapid weight gain. I mean let me give you some context. First she asked me if I was watching my carb and sugar intake, and I said, "no" before she even finished her sentence as I was thinking about Wendy's I had the day before. So I guess I could lay off those Ramen noodles, sour punch straws, and Wendy's spicy chicken sandwich. THE BABY KNOWS WHAT HE OR SHE WANTS and mommy gets it without a blink of an eye. *sigh* I was so healthy once upon a time.
Waist Measurement: 39  1/4 inches still
Maternity clothes?  Yes. I have been starting to wear my maternity pants to work sometimes, because scrubs have even become uncomfortable. Some of my coworkers have suggested I buy maternity scrubs and I just turn into the little blue engine that could saying I think I can, I think I can, I think I can make it 8 more weeks in these super uncomfortable pants I keep putting on my body every day. 
Stretch marks? None still. Phew.
Sleep: I have increased my bathroom visits to twice a night again.
Best moment this week: I didn't mention this in Week 31, but I LOVED seeing Shepherd wave a palm branch around church on Palm Sunday, hunt tirelessly for Easter eggs, and really get to experience Easter sunday at church - vest, bow tie, and all!
Movement: This little guy or girl likes to stretch a lot! I constantly feel him or her towards the left side of my big belly.
Food cravings: Nothing in particular, but my food had better have meat in it. 
Miss Anything? Yea - I miss not feeling like a sack of flour is sitting on top of my bladder at all times only to pee out a tablespoon of urine. OVER. IT.
Gender: I mentioned the cutest middle name to pair with our boy first name, and it kind of made me excited to have another little boy. I am over this whole surprise thing. It is a good thing we aren't having any more ultrasounds, because I don't think I could handle not knowing the gender any longer. 
Symptoms: Possible feet swelling? I am not really sure, but at the end of the day I cannot wait to take my tennis shoes off and put my feet up, because they hurt after work.
Belly Button in or out? Out
Wedding rings on or off? On
Mood?: Great!