Sunday, July 27, 2014

It's Too Soon

I'm typing this from my iPhone so please excuse my typos and punctuation...I have a hard time with both on a good day :)

Today is 32 weeks 3 days and I've been admitted with pre term labor. We came in last night and sure enough, the cramping I thought was no big deal actually is a big deal! We are doing everything we can to to try and stop things and have been given the first steroid shot to help mature baby's lungs. Second dose is 9 pm tonight. Ultrasound this morning or afternoon to check things out. 

Please send all the "stop contractions" vibes you can muster my way...this baby boy needs to stay put for a few more weeks. 

I will update when I can. 


Saturday, July 26, 2014

Dear WD

Dear WD-40,

Wow. Oh man. I mean, this? This is huge. If my dad knew I was writing you a letter he would FREAK OUT. See, I grew up in a household that ran on WD-40 thanks to my dear old Dad. We practically ate that stuff for breakfast (It keeps you regular) (That’s a lie, it doesn’t) (It might, what do I know). I would be all “Hey Mom I can’t get this desk drawer to open” and she’d be all “Ask your Father” and he’d be all “Put some WD-40 on it” and then I’d be all “Hey Mom I’m hungry, what’s for dinner?” and she’d be all “Ask your Father” and he’d be all “WD-40.”

WD-40 is this strange magical elixir that seems to make everything better but in an even less comprehensible way than Windex. WD-40 is a Modern Marvel! WD-40 is BANANAS! Not literally a banana, but BANANAS, as in the plural and caps lock, as in the way I heard Gwen Stefani use it in that annoying song that one time.

You know what I like about you, WD-40? You’re kind of greasy and have this chemical smell that the kids really dig. And you should know when I say “the kids” I’m referring to myself when I was a kid.

Sometimes I wonder what WD-40 can’t do. According to the website, WD-40 has over 2,000 uses. That’s a two followed by three zeros! That’s a lot of uses that I don’t even know about and maybe some uses that haven’t even been invented yet! What about if I have a pimple? If I grease that bad boy up with some WD-40 it will totally be gone in like five minutes, right?

Look I just can’t comprehend all the amazing and magical things that WD-40 can do! WD-40 is a Wonder of the World. WD-40 belongs in the Hall of Fame! I don’t know which Hall of Fame and I don’t even care – just Hall of Fame that stuff! I mean, I don’t even understand what it is but I know that WD-40 just fixes the heck out of everything.

Now please do excuse me as I have to go brush my teeth with my WD-40-infused toothpaste. Don’t try that at home kids.

Kind Regards,

Janet


Friday, July 25, 2014

Thirty Two Weeks & Bed Rest Continues

Yesterday marked week thirty two...eight months pregnant!

I've had this page open for most of the afternoon...a blank white page staring back at me. I just can't seem to articulate how I'm feeling. I wish I could tell you that life is full of sunshine and lollipops but truth be told...I'm struggling both physically and emotionally. 

I had my growth ultrasound and OB appointment on Wednesday and all did not go the way I was hoping that it would. First up...ultrasound. Baby boy looked great and was doing his usual dance routine but his growth has dropped from the 50th percentile down to the 35th percentile. Two weeks ago, he was 3lbs 3 oz...this time he was 3lbs 10oz (we were hoping to see him at or around 4lbs). This could be a result of my marginal cord insertion and the start of the placenta not doing it's job as well as it should be. My OB assured me that although his growth has slowed...he's still doing very well.

Baby boy ~ 31 weeks 6 days

The other piece of not too good news is that I lost 1 cm of cervical length in the two weeks between appointments. Not what I was expecting. My OB did want to do an exam and my cervix is pretty soft...again, not what we want at 32 weeks but what's encouraging is that it's still very posterior with no dilation or funneling. 

What does all of this mean? It means that my bed rest continues for at least the next week. I go back next Wednesday for a biophysical profile of baby and a cervix check. I've also lost half a pound between appointments so my goal this week is to eat, eat and eat! 

I guess all I can do in the meantime is hang tight and try and maintain my sanity. Turns out...I'm not so good at the laying around all day. I find that it's really starting to affect my mood and Adam sadly, seems to be paying the price for it. I must admit...I have not been my usual easy going self these past couple of weeks and I'm really looking forward to feeling like my old self again!

32 week belly

Any tips on how to maintain my sanity while on bed rest? I'm all ears!


Friday, July 18, 2014

Thirty One Weeks

This week marks a momentous occasion in my pregnancy journey...

I am now in week 31 of being pregnant. Next week I will enter the eighth month of pregnancy. We are down to single figures! In only 9 weeks, *fingers crossed* we should be graced with the arrival of our beautiful blue bundle of joy. The anticipation and excitement is unbearable...I can't want to meet him! When I look at the numbers, I think I should be more anxious and freaked out. I am very surprised that I feel really calm about it all. Even more so now that I am on bed rest and have plenty of time to think...and think...and think...about things.

Why am I so calm? Why do I not feel anxious? I'm not too sure but I do know this...I am actually rather enjoying this moment in my life. 

I think I'm not anxious because I physically feel quite well. 

The reasons that I don’t feel uncomfortable all of the time; I have a very supportive and knowledgeable partner, I am not working full time, and I have not gained a lot of extra weight. It is amazing how much of a burden it takes off of your shoulders to have a competent, helpful, supportive partner. I hear other people talk about their unsuppportive partners and I appreciate Adam even more. Not working full time and being able to sleep in when I've been awakened every 2 hours to pee, or being able to eat small meals all day and being able to lay down and put my feet up whenever I want really helps create an environment of very little discomfort. Up until now I've gained 22 pounds and overall, it feels very manageable. Don’t get me wrong, it is still uncomfortable to get up from laying down or bend over to put on my shoes but overall...not too shabby.

This week also marks 9 days of modified bed rest...how I'm doing mentally/emotionally will have to wait for another day. In the meantime....31 week belly...



Have a wonderful weekend you beautiful people!


Thursday, July 17, 2014

Declaring My Love

Dear Snacks,

I would like to formally declare my love for thee! See, I’m on the snacks diet. It’s a pretty good diet.

Wait, who am I kidding? It’s a great diet! There’s a chance it’s even the healthiest of diets because like doctors and scientists and Us Weekly features tell us, people are supposed to eat something along the lines of five small meals a day, and what’s a small meal if not another expression for a snack?

The best part about a snack is that it’s usually portable. This is good if you are one of those people who turns into a scary hangry monster (hungry + angry = hangry) when you haven’t eaten in two or three hours or five minutes or six hours and then you can just keep snacks on you everywhere you go and whenever you go so then you will never be without snacks. One of my greatest fears is being somewhere without snacks. Horrifying! Now, there are two major subgroups within the snack group – savory and sweet, and I think it’s safe to say that savory people will never understand how sweet people operate, and vice versa. For example, I like sweet snacks like pastries and cupcakes – anything that’s deliciously sweet and if it has icing...even better . I want to make out with a box of Lofthouse cookies and then just say “to heck with it all!” and go elope to Vegas and get married and instead of throwing rice we’re just going throw some cookies and maybe from time to time I will have an affair with Lofthouse's distant cousin mini cupcakes, but for the most part I’m faithful to Lofthouse and it’s pretty much the best marriage in the world.


The ideal snack is one that manages to perfectly blend salty and sweet, or somehow manage to satisfy both these cravings. Like applesauce. Okay maybe that’s a bad example because it’s not salty but there’s something about it – it’s not no too sweet and it’s got that nice sour apple tang to it. So it’s refreshing and delicious and satisfying and even better, you can buy “snackpack” sizes of applesauce which is pretty much the crème de la crème of snacks (this also applies to diced fruit and Jello pudding!)

Some other ways to achieve the much-coveted savory/sweet combo are as follows:
  • Peanut Butter on a Banana
  • Peanut Butter on an Oreo
  • Peanut Butter on Celery
  • Peanut Butter and Jelly
  • Peanut Butter M&Ms and Popcorn
  • Peanut Butter
  • A little bit of salt on a carrot (weird, but delicious)
  • Pizza (Just go with it)
  • Granola on yogurt (then you get the crunchy-salty-sweet combo!)
  • More things with peanut butter
And I could keep going but I’d much rather go to my kitchen and see what’s in my fridge and find out what other snack combinations I can construct. Something with peanut butter probably.
Holiday Snack Bar by The Johnathan Galleries via Etsy


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

I think it's time I remind you all that spoons are just tiny bowls with very long handles.



Tuesday, July 15, 2014

It's What I do

I ask a lot of questions.

I am curious about everything and everyone. There is no subject about which I don’t want to know more. If someone tells me someone he knows had a baby, I am not satisfied with mere weight and sex information. I need to know when labor started, how long it lasted, if the mother plans on breastfeeding, where I can send cloth diaper info, what names she called her partner during delivery and which famous person the placenta most closely resembled.

I would make an excellent lawyer except that...


a) I can’t afford law school 
b) I think everyone is guilty; and 
c) I would spend more time in prison for contempt than someone serving a sentence for keeping body parts in his fridge.*

This isn't a new phenomenon. I've always been this way. When I was in grade three or four, our class studied hermit crabs as part of a science unit. I could not know enough about these creatures. Where did they sleep? How long did they live? What do they eat? Why were they called “hermits?” What was a “hermit,” anyway? Was the guy who lived in an empty dumpster behind Kentucky Fried Chicken and wore a crocheted beer can hat a hermit? Where-did-you-get-these-crabs-Can-I-take-one-home-for-the-weekend-How-was-our-changing-ecology-and-climate-affecting-their-life-cycles-and-reproductivity-andohalso-is-Canadian-Wildlife-Protective-Services-aware-they-were-in-our-possession?

Our teacher said he need to leave the classroom “to check.” Even at eight years old I was pretty sure that was the teacher code for “I’m going to do whiskey shots in the staff room.”

No one seemed surprised when we got a supply teacher for the afternoon, because Mr. C had a “head-ache,”and I was sent to the kindergarten class to help out as “a special treat.” I was fine with this. Those wee kids would tell you anything!

Even now as an adult I can’t control it. I start off making innocent inquiries about where a sweater or purse was bought and end up discussing self-esteem issues and why your parents divorce wasn't your fault. I have verbal diarrhea of the chronic, explosive kind.

I am available for parties.

Wooden Typography: Question Mark by Hope Farm & Hunny B via Etsy


*I realize that my choice of the pronoun “his” perpetuates a certain patriarchal stereotype about serial murderers who keep human bits in their fridge being male. My apologizes to any female body part hoarders. You count too!


Friday, July 11, 2014

Thirty Week Update

Big milestone...today I am 30 weeks and 1 day pregnant!

It's been a big week...

Monday night we spent a few hours at Labor & Delivery due to some cramping. I spent a few hours hooked up to the monitors...baby looked great and uterus didn't seem too unhappy. They did a fetal fibronectin test that thankfully came back negative so I was allowed to head home. 

Baby sounded great the whole time

Adam "tangled wires make me angry"...so he spent 10 minutes untangling them


Wednesday I had a growth ultrasound and OB appointment and while the news with baby was fantastic...

Baby boys sweet face


He's measuring in at 3lbs 3oz which is right on target and was moving and shaking the whole time. I swear...I could sit and stare at him all day!

The news regarding my cervix however, wasn't as positive.

It's shortened from my last scan three weeks ago and is about 25% effaced. It's also quite a bit shorter then the scan before that. What does this mean? It means I've earned me some modified bed rest. I am allowed up for short periods of time but have to limit my use of the stairs, I'm not allowed to carry anything and I'm to avoid any trips out to shop, buy groceries etc. Unless...Adam wheels me around and yeah...I'm not quite prepared for that just yet. 

If I have any more cramping or experience any spotting or notice any decreased movement from baby, I'll head back to the hospital and at that point I'll receive the steroid injections to help mature baby's lungs...just in case. My next scan and appointment are on July 23rd where we'll reassess things and go from there. 

I'm feeling positive and optimistic that all will be well. 

30 week belly



Wednesday, July 9, 2014

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

I wish I could grow a burrito in my backyard. What if blades of grass were mini burritos. I could make a bed out of mini burritos. Also...I'm really craving a burrito!




Tuesday, July 8, 2014

On Demand

I find my life is not as easy as it could be. This is a problem because lately I'm lazy.

Here are my demands...
  • My TV remote should sound an alarm when it's missing. Like, I should push a button on my fridge and then the remote will start beeping and then I just follow the beep and then I change channels at will. 
  • My front door should be able to lock and unlock with my car lock clicker. This is especially important now that every trip out seems to involve some kind of buying of baby items and snacks and therefore...my hands are always full.
  • My car should have an auto starter that will ensure the car is cool as a cucumber when I enter it. What century is this?
  • My cats should feed themselves. 
  • My PVR should have Siri. "Siri, record every episode of Big Brother UK no matter what channel it's on, no matter what time, no matter what. And then play it on my bathroom mirror while I'm in the shower."
  • My bathtub drain should have an automatic "garborate the hair" setting. 
  • My cats should scoop their own poop. Actually Adam is the poop scooper but he could scoop a little more often.
  • My couch should convert to a massage table. And Adam should convert to a masseuse. 
  • My house should have a laundry chute. Why don't houses have laundry chutes anymore? Climbing up and down two flights of stairs leaves me panting. This may be because my lungs are squished by my giant uterus or it could be that I'm totally out of shape. I'm going to go with option 1...squished by giant uterus.
  • My house should have a chef. And a butler. And a maid. And a masseuse (see above). If you could pick one of these, which would it be? I'd pick chef. And butler. And maid. And of course masseuse.
What are your demands?

via Sebastien Millon



Monday, July 7, 2014

It's A Zoo Up In Here

I thought sea monkeys were just about the only animal I could grow on my own, but I learned something new today and as a result... I'm planning to grow my own zoo! 

And I like to start big, so I got some giraffe seeds. Actually, what I purchased claims to be a herd starter kit, but I don’t know how they can guarantee that I’ll get both a girl and a boy. Still! Think of having two or three giraffes! I hope I don’t over water, which is usually how I roll.

And because giraffes are rather placid, I also picked up some rattlesnake eggs to keep things balanced. For now I'm following the instructions and keeping them in a cool place to avoid hatching (easy to do—it feels like the world is nothing but cool places), but as soon as it gets a little warmer I've got big plans for these guys, and for my entire back yard!

Giraffe Animal Art by Stephanie Powell via Etsy



Sunday, July 6, 2014

Embrace & Celebrate

I’m 29 weeks 3 days pregnant and I find that on some days body issues still pop up...especially when I see pictures of myself and see how “full” I look. But if I only concentrate on how I look, I miss all the incredible, wondrous things that are happening at this rare and sacred time. I definitely don’t want to miss one beautiful moment. So, as I continue to embrace my changing body, I  celebrate a few of the things I love about my pregnant body...
  • I love, Love, LOVE all the baby kicks I feel. To me, this is really one of the most magical things about being pregnant. Feeling my little baby boy moving around inside me. It’s so wonderful and incredible and I can’t get enough of it!
  • I love that being pregnant makes me take extra special care of myself with foods and movements that make me feel strong and nourished.
  • I love that being pregnant sometimes means slowing down and choosing to do only the things that really matter.
  • I love how smooth and radiant my complexion is right now.
  • I love how my body knows exactly how to grow and nourish my baby without me having to think about it...it really is amazing!
  • I love that others tell me that I really am “glowing”. I know they are picking up on the special, sacred energy that only comes with pregnancy.
  • I love some of the cute maternity clothes I found recently and can’t wait to show off my belly bump in a pretty summery dress.
  •  I LOVE that being pregnant makes me feel like part of creation...a sacred and special Goddess.
28 weeks

29 weeks
Happy Sunday my beautiful friends! xoxo



Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Happy Canada Day


I'm currently at Bon Echo floating my pregnant self on a tube in the lake!


Thursday, June 26, 2014

Twenty Eight

Today marks 28 weeks into this pregnancy and wow...still hard to believe that I am here. Me...7 months pregnant. Me...going to have a baby in September. I've learned many things along the way. I've been flooded with advice, comments and suggestions. Here's a sampling... 

Sleep now - What does this mean anyway? It's not like you can bank sleep. It's like saying "Don't eat this year because an all-you-can-eat-buffet is opening up next June". Plus, who says that I'm sleeping now? I may be a congested ball of heartburn, nightmares and back pain so this kind of thing just adds insult to injury.

I hate that name - Really? Oh okay, then they won't name him that. Nobody cares that a boy named Bob took your chocolate chip cookie in grade two so please don't lift up the tarp covering your mental baggage. On a similar note, if we want to name our baby Banana or Kleenex just nod and say "nice".


Should you be eating that? - The entire world wide web is filled with people embellishing myths and half truths to scare the crap out of pregnant ladies. So unless I'm about to accidentally snack on lead paint, please don't say anything and let me eat.

You looks so big/small - Remember when you were a teenager and you didn't want to be unique in any way? Well pregnancy is the same and nobody wants to be told they look huge or teeny because it just scares them. Anything different from other pregnant women = weird = giant freak baby or creepy peanut baby.


I think though that one of the most important things I've learned is how to love beautifully and unconditionally...

Those lips! The funny thing about this picture is that Adam does exactly the same thing with his hand when he sleeps

I'm so in love with this little man!



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