Well, I’ve made it to 18 weeks now. The nausea finally went away during week 16 so I am feeling much better now. I am still overly tired most of the time and have constant stabbing pains in my boobs but my doctor said I should expect those both to go away within the next two weeks. So I should feel more human soon. Since my last post I have had two visits with the OB. First one, at 15 weeks. The heartbeat was in the 140’s which is much lower then my first two pregnancies. So if you believe the old wives tale that means a little boy is likely. But, at the 17 week checkup the heart rate was in the 150-160’s so there goes that theory. We have the big Ultrasound scheduled for April 8th so we will know the sex for sure then. My body is also starting to feel the tolls of a pregnancy. I think this week I will get in with the chiropractor and masseuse to work out some kinks. I can tell there is absolutely no stomach muscle left as I try to get up from a sitting position. So I can tell the blimp phase will be here shortly. Yippee!
Here is a picture of the bump at week 16. I think I have about two pictures of me pregnant during my last two pregnancies. So I am trying to get a few more this time around. This is the last time after all so I feel more of a need to document this time around.
Well, the day started off good. Daddy and his girls cooked me up a great homemade waffle breakfast and showered me with gifts. Very unexpected but great to be so loved. But, that’s about where it ended. Sydney has been sick off and on over the past week with stomach aches, diarrhea, and headaches. Then yesterday the fever and vomiting were added to the mix. Poor kid sleeps off and on throughout the day and is just exhausted and miserable. She looked good this morning but the tables turned quickly after lunch.
Over the last week I started feeling extra miserable again. Thought I was getting over the nausea but it came back full force. So now I’m not sure if its pregnancy related or from Syd. Last night Brandon was up sick with diarrhea too. So I’m leaning towards the later. So for a household that very rarely gets sick. Which is rare with little kids. We are all sharing in the misery this weekend. But at least Reagan is healthy. Must be her steady diet of mac-n-cheese, bologna, and m&m’s.
So with only 5 days until the grandparents arrive and 6 days until Brandon and I leave for Costa Rica, the Fullers are fighting to get healthy. Don’t think Nana and Papa signed up for vomiting kids. And I am certainly not spending my first vacation alone with the hubby on the toilet. Ramping up the Vitamin C!
Once a month, I volunteer for the day in each of the kids classrooms. Its fun to see what your kids are up to during the day. And the kids really enjoy having their Momma around for the day. Makes them feel special. So anyway, this past Thursday was my day to volunteer in Sydney’s Kindergarten class. Like every morning the kids start out in circle time. The teacher goes around to every child and gives them a chance to tell the classroom about something going on in their lives. The stories are typically centered around a new toy, or a Grandma visiting or a sick family member. So during circle time I am in the back of the classroom filing water bottles for the kids. I hear its Sydney’s turn to talk so I take special attention to listen to what she’s about to say. Then it starts…..
“One time, when I was done eating. I went upstairs to my parents bedroom to see my Mom and Dad. Daddy was lying on top of my Mommy. I ran in and said Dad, what are you doing to Mommy. He said he was trying to burn Mommy’s hands. I said why are you doing that? And Dad said it was because he was a freak.”
The teacher played it cool and simply said “Sometimes parents are silly aren’t they.”
Ok, by now I am absolutely mortified as you can imagine. I quickly turned around, my jaw dropped open and I began shaking my head in denial. I spent the rest of the day trying to decide if I should talk to the teacher. Tell her the story was completely made up. Or just drop it. I would hope she knows by now that kids make things up. I decided to just drop it. But, believe me when I say that Sydney got a good talk about choosing appropriate stories to share at school.
Oh, and just in case you were wondering. I’d like to say that this story has NEVER happened. Sydney has never walked in on us. Brandon never said he was going to burn my hands. And I don’t think we have ever used the word freak in our house.
Now I just have to come up with some really great teacher appreciation gifts for this year. I have to save face somehow.
This week was my 11 week OB check-up. Pretty quick visit. Pee in a cup, take blood pressure, and check the heartbeat. My doctor was unable to detect the heartbeat with the dopler since the kid is still pretty small. So we went in for another quick ultrasound just to double check things. The kid was on fire. He was kicking his feet, punching into the air, and doing some sort of wiggle dance. It is so amazing to think that at just 1.5 inches long this kid is just about fully formed. Has all his limbs, eyes, etc. And is already very active. It honestly made my day to see him so playful. So here’s the one photo they took. Turned out blurry since he wouldn’t sit still, but you get the general idea.
So it seems as though Reagan is already protesting her soon to be designation as the middle child. She is the BABY damn-it! And its going to stay that way so watch out little bro or sis. Brandon has been doing the morning school drop-offs for me so that I can stay in bed longer. I think he’s trying anything he can to keep me from biting off his head. Its the hormones I swear! Reagan has been crying for Momma the entire drive to school and making it really hard for him to leave her at class. So yesterday the teacher tells me that Reagan has been especially clingy and crying for Momma during class, almost reverting back to a baby. She says not to worry they often see this when Momma is expecting a new baby. Then dance class came and Reagan refused to stay for class. Threw a fit. Didn’t want me to leave. Disrupting the class so I had no choice but to take her home. There’s $20 down the drain. Then came another test today. Gymnastics class. Her favorite class of the week. Would she stay? We walked in, her mood was good, everything looked promising. She started into class then suddenly turned around and came running back to me. Shit! I was gearing up to start fighting with a three year old. There was no way I was going to win this but gotta put up a fight. Then just as she approaches she pulls down my shirt, grabs my boob, and says bye-bye boobie. She then takes off back into class laughing hysterically like a hyena. Need I mention that there were only about 5 Moms and maybe a Dad or two all right there for the show.
So I ask you this. Why am I doing this again??? I am convinced that its somehow Brandon’s fault. Yeah, let’s go with that.
We had our first OB appointment on January 13th. The entire gang went along at the chance there might be an ultrasound. All the usual first visit stuff. First we went over the financials, again this kid is going to cost us nil. The benefits of a great insurance plan. Next they check the usual fluids…blood and urine. Simple done that before. I had spotting and cramping the entire two weeks we were in Indiana/Michigan so they thought it best to do an ultrasound to make sure the pregnancy was viable. Happy to say everything looked great. The kids got to hear and see the heart beating so that was extra cool for them and us parents. Due date set at August 23rd.
So far this pregnancy has been very different from my first two. Very nauseous ALL day. Having difficulty figuring out how to get relief from the nausea. Not vomiting very often as opposed to the almost daily occurrence with the girls. Can’t tell which is worse the constant vomiting with the girls or this constant sick to your stomach nausea feeling but unable to vomit in order to settle your stomach. Let’s just say they both suck! I have figured out that beans and rice from Tres Margaritas and Ginger Ale seem to make my stomach the happiest. So sticking to the few foods I know I can tolerate. Only two or three weeks to go and I should start feeling better. Yeah! Let’s just hope this nausea is gone before the big parents only trip to Costa Rica.
With kid number three on the way I have decided to get back to my blogging duties. I had way too much fun going over my entries from when I was expecting Reagan. So many stories I had forgotten. Many laughs, mostly at my own expense. Since this is definitely the last kid to take up residence in my womb I figured gotta blog it so that I can remember it. So here we go. Now just gotta squeeze in the energy to write when all I wanna do is lay in bed.
Nine weeks down…. only 31 to go!
I see that I have been neglecting my blogging duties so here is the latest in the world that is mine.
First topic, my knee.
It has been driving me crazy for almost a year now so I finally decided to go have it looked at. First the doctor said it was just pregnancy related. Go home and wait for it to get better. Didn’t work still hurts. And now I not only have the pain but it slips on me constantly and can be insanely painful when going up stairs or trying to get up off the floor. So I went into knee doctor again for an MRI. That showed no tear like he expected but did show an old sprain. So his next solution is Physical Therapy. Never had any kind of PT so we’ll see what its like. I go twice a week for 6 weeks starting this afternoon. I personally would rather get the cortizone shot and hope that does it but I will give this therapy thing a try.
Let me elaborate. We went to Steamboat last week with our friends. I watched the kids while the others went skiing. I couldn’t go anyway due to the knee. Later in the week Brandon and I took the kiddies on a gondola ride over the ski runs. As I watched the skiers below me all I could think was, thank God that’s not me. Doesn’t look fun at all. Now I do miss just getting out on the slopes. It can be very peaceful if you are not constantly fighting to keep your skis in control to prevent the ineveitable crash and burn down the hill. Now snowboarding on the other hand looks like it may be fun. Next time I will try the board and leave the skis for those coordinated enough to control both skis at once. My right ski has always had a mind of its own. Causing way too many embarassing crashes in the trees. I figure on the board I can strap that right leg in and keep it under control. Or maybe I’ll just hate that too. Probably more likely. But, I’m up for the challenge. Once the knee is better of course.
After being told she was failing to thrive we have been on the mission to get this kid to start eating more. Finally the food part has been going really well. She is eating like a pig. The bottle on the other hand is still a no go. She hates that thing. Now she has drastically cut back on her nursing and of course with no bottle I don’t know how this kid is getting enough fluids. Her tests did all come back normal so there is at least nothing to worry about there. I have never met a kid so stubborn when it comes to eating. She definitely does not take after anyone in this family.
Miss Tibbs, the cat most of you know the best, has been diagnosed with a thyroid tumor. She has lost almost three pounds which is a lot for a cat. So we put her on meds to try and get her hormone levels under control. Once that is accomplished we will discuss our options on removing the tumor. This weekend she had some complications with her meds so we had to take her off the meds. She went back in today for more bloodwork. They fear it be may liver or kidney problems from the medicine. I am hoping it was just a really stubborn hairball. Tibbs is by far my favorite animal in the world so of course this would happen to her. We’ll just see how it goes.
Brandon got setup on Sirius Radio this month and I have to admit it is pretty nice. Saturday we were listening to the Pulse, a 90’s station, and we were loving the music. It was bringing us back to the days before kids and all our other responsibitities starting weighing us down. Then it hit me. We are becoming our parents. You get into Brandons parents car and they are blasting 60’s tunes, very gay sounding if you ask me. Then you get into my parents cars and they have on Elvis or Patsy Kline. Brandon and I have long thought our parents were tards for not moving with the times. Music changes people. Am I gonna be stuck in the 90’s forever? I figure I am not completely lost yet. Many bands we liked in the 90’s are still around today. Green Day and Gwen both just won music awards. So we are still kinda current, right? And, I like a lot of the newer bands. At least I haven’t been lured by the tunes of the 80’s just yet. Well, maybe some GNR and the occassional Def Leppard. But, no Poison or Whitesnake yet anyway.
I have had the braces on the teeth for about six weeks now. The constant ripping apart of my mouth is not quite so bad anymore. I still have the occasional brace stuck in the cheek when I talk. But it doesn’t neccessarily have to lead to a major cut anymore. The part that really sucks is the eating. I have to cut up everything into bit size pieces, even sandwiches, since it hurts to bit into anything of substance. Then there is constant decoration of food in the braces after a meal. I’ll just say its not too appealing.
I had a complete spa day this past weekend. Brandon had both girls from 9:30 to 6:00. He was a bit grouchy when I got home but he did pretty good. Or I just didn’t care since I was so relaxed from my day. I had a haircut with highlighting, manicure and pedicure, seaweed jacuzzi bath, hydrating facial, hydrating body wrap, and ended the day with a hot stone massage. If you haven’t had a hot stone massage go get one now. I always have trouble clearing those voices from my head during massages. So its hard to get into that totally relaxed state so they can really work into your muscles. But, the hot stones have cured me of this “thinking too much thing.” First, you lay down on a heated massage table. Then they place the hot stones all over your body. Next they slowly move the stones over your mucles. You get so warm and the tracing of the rocks places you in a trance. Once you are in this state of mind they use the rocks and their hands to work deeper into the muscles. It was the first time I was able to completely clear those voices in my head and just relax. I was so relaxed that I actually caught myself drooling. It was awesome. Now I have to figure out how to convice the hubby that this massage needs to be added to my monthy routine. Any ideas?