Archive for May 2008
My baby is the size of a lemon…
but my belly thinks I’m holding a prize winning watermelon.
3 comments May 27, 2008
14 weeks
and the hormones are flowing. Full force. I seriously hate everyone and hate my life. I don’t know if I can even remember back to a time where I was so consistently unhappy. Not to mention the truth, which is that my husband is a total prick and everyone was right when they said we should never have any more children–nothing else to continue to tie us together when it’s quite obvious that we should be apart.
I’m pissed because the weather has been beautiful and I love nothing more than sunshine in Seattle. And yet, I cannot step foot outdoors for even a moment without sneezing and itching and my nose running like a faucet.
I’m pissed because I have a family of five arriving in two weeks for a week-long visit and my husband refuses to complete his necessary “To Do” list.
I’m pissed because I woke up yesterday morning and found that we had NO WATER. The pump on the community well has broken, which we have been informed occurs every 2 years. (Not to mention that every August, we will be out of water again for a few days when the well dries up as we wait for rain.) Being without water SUCKS. We have to drive to a hydrant a few streets down to fill up buckets of brown water to bring home. The water is only suitable for flushing toilets. It takes 8 gallons of water to flush a single poopie. I can’t wash my hands. I can’t wash my body. I can’t brush my teeth the way I like. I can’t wash dishes. They just pile up on my counter. I can’t wash Rylan’s face when it’s smeared with jam. I can’t wipe down the countertops which are encrusted with food. I can’t do laundry. I have never been more on-fire pissy in my entire life.
-I’m pissed because I cleaned out the garage and found cans of my husband’s beloved SPARKS hiding all over the place. Wrapped in plastic, wrapped in paper grocery sacks, stuffed into boxes…They are EVERYWHERE. I’m pissed that nearly every time I look at him, he has a can of beer and a cigarette in his hand.
-I’m pissed that I have no friends here anymore. The closest friend is two hours away. My best friend is 3,000 miles away. I am so sick and tired of being without her. It’s not fair and it’s not right when you are pregnant and your husband is a dick and you can’t drive to your best friend’s house for some reality TV and garlic triscuits.
I’ve got to wipe my eyes and do something productive now. Send up a little prayer for my raging hormones.
6 comments May 26, 2008
WHeezer
So, after suffering from seasonal allergies for the last few weeks, (which are WICKED this year, and are always worse when I’m pregnant) I woke up this morning WHEEZING. It was 4AM and at first I thought my nose was whistling. I went to the bathroom and blew like crazy, went back to bed and still, that goddamn squeaking sound. I finally figured out the noise was coming from my mouth and then, I couldn’t go back to sleep.
It got progressively worse throughout the day. A mere walk down the hall to the bathroom made me short of breath. I felt like I had ran a marathon, my heart racing wildly and all that. Several times throughout the day I thought “ohmigod I’m going to die…I need an ambulance.” Unfortunately, I had no one to take the kids, DH was stuck on the mainland as usual and I was so worried about how scared they would be with an ambulance rushing to our house.
I somehow managed to get the kids in the car and run up to the grocery store where I huffed and puffed down the aisles and bought some Robuttusin for congestion. It felt like my lungs were full of liquid that just couldn’t be coughed up. I got home, took the maximum dose, and waited. Nothing happened. If anything, it got worse.
By this time, I’m crying hysterically and calling DH and hating the island because I have no fucking friends here whatsoever and thinking to myself “I want to go home!” (Even though I’m not even sure where ‘home’ IS for me anymore.)
Finally, DH got home and we went straight to the ER, where I promptly received a breathing treatment. It felt like heaven. It’s amazing the little things you take for granted. Like breathing, for instance.
The doctors there believe I have allergy induced asthma and were shocked that I’ve never experienced an attack before. I am now supposed to take an inhaler 4x a day and be on steroids for the next week. I’m crazy worried about all of this medication while I’m pregnant (and not REALLY even out of the 1st trimester yet), but the doctor said that the wheezing is worse for the baby, as it cuts off oxygen flow to the placenta. Did that make me feel better? No. Considering the fact that I went for 14 hours yesterday pulling and fighting for air. I’m now crippled with this fear that I’ve done something terrible to my baby and it’s going to come out half brain dead.
This pregnancy has been for the birds.
So much for “My Natural Pregnancy.” Can I change my blog name now? LOL.
1 comment May 20, 2008
12 week midwife appointment
I forgot to tell ya’ll about this, mainly because there’s nothing to tell.
I was SO nervous and excited for my first appointment. Here’s what happened:
-I filled out paperwork on my medical history.
-The midwife ordered the records from my first birth (the one in which I bled like a stuck pig afterwards. This is the only exciting part of the appointment–I am ANXIOUS to get my hands on those hospital records!)
-I peed on a stick. My pee is fine.
-I weighed myself, on her scale, which is a MEAN, MEAN scale and says I’ve gained a whopping FIFTEEN pounds since getting pregnant. Luckily, she didn’t bat an eye at my weight gain. Nor did she act surprised when I told her that I had gained 60-65lbs with the last three. I’m pretty relieved about that. The last thing I need is a weight-gain nazi.
All of this took about 15 minutes. Then a woman in labor came in to the birthing center and the midwife had to leave.
Seriously. Am I getting charged for this? Besides peeing on the stick, all of this could have been accomplished by mail. I didn’t get to ask ANY questions. You know, the vital stuff, like “How much am I going to have to pay you when this whole thing is over?”
It totally reminded me of my OB. She even has a little office with a waiting room and a receptionist behind a big desk and an exam table. I hate it already.
I’ll see her again at 16 weeks and maybe she’ll have time for me. I certainly hope so, since I’ve decided to get poked and prodded and tested for HIV and the whole triple screen testing.
3 comments May 20, 2008
More on Intelligender
Apparently my friend Jess thinks I’m stupid and would blindly shell out $35 for the Intelligender test, thinking that it would give me a 100% accurate answer regarding the sex of my baby.
Just to spare myself further humiliation, Intelligender (in my opinion) is for entertainment purposes only.
As far as I can tell, it’s an expensive pH test, and if you’ve read Dr. Shettles, you’ll know that different levels of pH in women will favor either gender. I know, for instance, that I favor boys, because while trying to conceive, I tested my urine and cervical mucus daily with pH strips and took cranberry supplements, calcium and magnesium in order to change my pH level.
And so, I do believe that Intelligender will be slightly more accurate than a 50/50 guess. Which is why it is incredibly fun when you have a group of pregnant women who are all dying to know the gender of their baby. And then…to find out if the Intelligender guess was correct. 🙂
And Jess…Intelligender *will* be correct on this one. I guarantee it. Or…I give it a 85% guarantee. No returns, no money back. LOL.
3 comments May 16, 2008
Another one?!
I’ve paid $35 for Intelligender (www.intelligender.com) to tell me that I am pregnant with my fourth boy. So whaddya think?
5 comments May 15, 2008
12 weeks
Twelve weeks! I made it! I can’t believe it. Here’s what’s happening:
1. My all-day sickness is disappearing rapidly. I almost hate to say it, afraid I am going to jinx myself. Please knock on wood for me. With my last pregnancy, morning sickness disappeared almost completely at 12 weeks, but I did have a few more episodes until my 15th week.
Since I don’t feel like HELL all day long, I feel FANTASTIC. Totally full of energy. In fact, my whole house is receiving a major scrub down today. Let’s just hope this feeling lasts.
2. My first appointment with the midwife is this week. Wahoo! I’m a little nervous, especially about my outrageous weight gain, but other than that it seems like it will be fun. At least I’ll get some questions answered. You know, the little things, like “How much do you charge?” LOL. Since I’m choosing not to use doppler, my midwife will most likely be using a fetoscope instead. From what I read, she may not be able to find a heartbeat until 18 weeks or so. It’s quite possible that the only time I’ll hear my baby’s heartbeat is at my 20 week ultrasound. Or, when I’m in labor, since I’m okay with using Doppler at that point.
3. Mother’s Day was awesome. My mother-in-law bought me a maternity shirt, a robe, and an entire kit to make another quilt. I’ve been in sewing heaven. My parents gave me a $100 gift certificate to buy more maternity clothes. Which is good. I’m ballooning out of everything. My husband, of course, bought me nothing. I am not surprised.
4. I have a cute picture to post of Rylan. (People have been asking about a recent pic.) I can’t seem to figure out WordPress and posting pictures, though. What dimensions am I supposed to put in? Even the last photo I posted made me look short and squat. When I don’t change the dimensions, my pic gets cut off. Apparently the files are enormous. I’ll try resizing later on.
1 comment May 12, 2008
11 weeks
Well then! 11 weeks, 11 pounds. I feel fat and disgusting. I took a belly pic today and compared it to my belly pics from pregnancy #3 and guess what? I look about the same as I did when I was 23 weeks pregnant with Rylan. Hah! Ha, ha, ha. Ha. Ughh….. I’ve finally come to the realization that I will never have the cute little basketball belly. Oh my belly grows alright, it just grows outways AND sideways. I just look like a fat person. Also, I am getting some serious acne. I’ve never had an acne problem in my entire life. Thus, until this mess clears up, you will be getting no pictures of my face. Pregnancy sucks. I am the worst pregnant woman alive, I swear it. Why did I want to do this again?
P.S. Oh and seriously, what is up with my BOOBS? Talk about some tig ole bitties. Does anyone know–is this a result of nursing during pregnancy or have my mammary glands just gone absolutely apeshit?
5 comments May 5, 2008
My Natural Pregnancy 