Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts

Monday, January 2, 2012

Childbearing Years

Happy New Year! 2011 was a BIG year for me, in every sense of the word.

Here I am on July 31, ready to pop.

Ready to Pop!

And here I am on August 4, just three days away from popping.

August 4, 2011

Holy crap, you guys! It just occurred to me yesterday that I was pregnant in 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, and 2011. (Granted, this was due to having three pregnancies that each began in November, BUT STILL. Doesn't "every year for 5 years" sound nuts?)

I am really looking forward to a pregnancy free 2012!

Monday, August 1, 2011

Still Here

What a view

39 weeks today.  Figure this is about the time when people start checking the blog to see if we've had a baby.  Nope, not yet.  We'll keep you posted.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Hot in Herre

I really am not one to complain about the heat, promise.  I know nothing different than being pregnant in the summertime.  It is hilarious how much heat sympathy I get from co-workers when all I've done is chill out in an over-air conditioned office building all day.

But now?  You win, weather.  You've truly outdone yourself the past couple of days.  Bravo.  Turns out a heat index of 108.5 is past my tolerance limit.

For footwear reasons, I had to sausage myself into black yoga pants and traipse around the city to three different medical appointments today.  Awesome.

(It wasn't pretty.)   

37 Weeks.  HOT.

But the future's so bright....

Future's so bright (37 weeks)

Also, does anyone else here find it hilarious that my midwives' practice is located in the Playboy headquarters building?

Playboy building lobby

Monday, July 18, 2011

Ah, Comedy

Somehow seeing these upcoming occasions in ticker format really makes it visually hit home how crazy we are.  Um, yeah, I think August is gonna be a little busy this year.  Make that every year.  

Speaking of sidebar stuff, I think it's time I drop the "Last Week's Honest Menu" feature, unless you all really want to see how much mac n cheese, pizza and Chipotle we end up consuming in the next several months.  I have to say, I'm not sure how many people really look at our old menus, but if nothing else it's been a nice little workout for my memory each week (because I'm not good about writing things down as we eat them).  [Try and think of every dinner and side dish you ate in the last 7 days, and you'll see what I mean.] 

But with massive sleep deprivation on the horizon, the last thing I need is brain teasers.  Instead, I've put up a poll for you all to guess the sex of the baby.  

Please vote, because my group of work friends has dwindled so much in recent years that there will be no office pool for the sex/size/birth date/etc. of this baby like there was for Georgia and June.  : (  I don't want this little one to feel left out of the fun! 

Friday, June 24, 2011

But it's Soooooooo Much Better!

I debated just titling this post "Look Away!" because it contains a gross picture of my belly, so if you have a problem with that, come back tomorrow.  I really am appreciative of how lucky I am to have been able to get pregnant three times and to have two healthy children and a third on the way that by all medical measures is cooking along just fine.  So I hope this doesn't come across as too complain-y, but I would be remiss to let this pregnancy pass by without recording what has been the most difficult thing about it.  (How else am I supposed to lord it over my offspring later?) 

11 Things I Have Learned From Having PUPPS:  

1) "How are you feeling?" is the second most common question a pregnant woman gets asked, second only to "When are you due?"

2) People ask "How are you feeling?" to be nice and sympathetic, because it is a well known fact that many women experience all sorts of uncomfortable pregnancy side effects.

3) The thing is, a lot of those side effects are either gross or embarrassing.  Almost no one really wants to hear about them.  The proper response is, "I'm fine!"  

4) My tolerance for pain may be higher than my tolerance for itching.  Miserable, miserable, bathe in oatmeal, keep you awake at night, sleep with ice packs type itching.  I'm really bad with skin stuff.    

5) If you cry on a dermatologist's office voice mail, they may be able to get you in sooner.

6) If you complain to your midwife, she may be able to pull some strings and get you in with another dermatologist for a second opinion in a day rather than a month. 

7) You may wash your hair with baking soda, use paraben free makeup, clean your face with olive oil, and make your own deodorant, but when you feel like clawing all your skin off at 4 a.m., and the doctor says "this is safe" you do not ask questions, you close your eyes to anything to the contrary found on the Internet, and immediately start popping Zyrtec nightly and slathering your body in high-powered steroid ointments twice a day. 

8) Someone needs to invent a bendy icepack that will stay on a round belly.  It would also be useful for other non-brick shaped body parts, like ankles, fingers, thighs, and elbows. See:
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{Self-portrait at work, taken with cell phone.  Winter scarf being used to hold ice pack in place.}

9) You may have a problem if your semi-verbal one year old is often found toddling around the house saying, "Mommy itchy."

10) Authors of articles describing PUPPS as "benign" or "harmless" have probably never had it. 

11) Never Google images of skin conditions.  You will regret it.

My case of PUPPS is atypical in almost every way.  They thought originally that it was a form of eczema known as contact dermatitis -- in other words, an allergic reaction to a cream used on my back by a physical therapist.  PUPPS affects only about 1 in 150 pregnancies, but it usually occurs in a woman's first pregnancy and does not return for subsequent ones. It almost always starts on the abdomen, and the onset typically occurs late in the third trimester.  My case unfortunately started at around 21 weeks (and is still going on), it started on my back, and obviously this isn't my first pregnancy.  The good news is, my case is not even close to as bad as it can be (again, do not Google the images to verify that - just trust me), and it has gotten much, MUCH better.  Like 1,000 times better.  My belly's 98% clear now, and the rest of the PUPPS rash seems to move around from place to place like a batch of poison ivy or hives that I just can't seem to shake.  There is one thing about PUPPS that makes me really want to be the textbook case:  it's supposed to go away after delivery. 
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{During a flare up.  Gross, right?  I warned you at the top of this post to look away.  No bears or unicorns were harmed by this rash.  I just had to do some creative photo editing to hide my exposed thighs.}

The point of this post was not to garner sympathy, because I cannot even tell you how much better I'm doing now.  It's not gone, but it's live-able, manageable. At around 29-30 weeks, early inducement was sounding pretty attractive, but now things are tolerable.  I'm even off all the steroid ointments for now - yea!   

As you know, my hunch all along has been that we're having a third girl, but lately I've been joking that maybe I'm allergic to boys.  Because that's another interesting statistic about PUPPS:  70% of expectant mothers with PUPPS are carrying boys.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

I'm so sorry, little fetus

But I'm going downstairs to buy donut holes now. 

You guys, I feel so ashamed because my diet sucks.  Like seriously, my children eat 1,000 times healthier than I do.  Do you know the number of times I tell them "sorry, not tonight, dessert is a 'sometimes' food" and then proceed to stuff my face with oreos or rhubarb crisp or this week's latest, smores made in the microwave, after they've gone to bed?  I am the biggest hypocrite ever

To be fair, I actually have a healthy diet that includes plenty of fruits and vegetables, and not too many processed foods.  It's just that on top of that, I have been adding a truckload of SUGAR.  And then I see things that say the baby's palette is being affected in utero by what I'm ingesting and I feel enormous guilt over the fact that this unborn child will grow to only eat Thin Mints one day.  I tell myself I'll go nearly cold turkey on sweets once the baby is born, but realistically my current habits are going to make that very hard to do. 

But right now I must have donut holes, even though I will very shortly be getting repeatedly kicked in the ribs (from the inside) for it.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

CoMo Weekend Trip Highlights

Inflatable pool; dining al fresco; 3 little girls in matching skirts; Kelly's daughter Evelyn being cute as a button as always; music at the farmer's market; sharing pregnancy with a friend only 8 days behind me; and most importantly, celebrating Jessica's upcoming nuptials with some of my bestest girlfriends.

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Farmer's Market music

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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Request for Comments: What Should We Name the Baby (if it's a girl)?

Joe and I haven't discussed names much yet and should probably start.  I'm soliciting input because here's how it goes when we try (this is from an actual email exchange - name omitted so as not to offend): 
From: Kate
To: Joe
Subject:  boy name?
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What do you think of [____]?

From: Joe
To: Kate
Subject: RE: boy name?
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This biggest A-hole at the London School of Economics was a guy from Georgia Tech who played on their football team and was the epitome of a loudmouth American bastard. He was a [_____], so I couldn't name a kid that and ever face Jason again.

Gee, that was productive.  Actually, I think we're all set with 2 or 3 unused boy names that we settled on during my first two pregnancies.  So if this baby is a boy, it'll just be a matter of us coming to an agreement on which of those 2 or 3 to use for a first and middle name.
 
But we need girl names!  Got ideas?  (If so, please leave a comment! Or send me an email.) I'd prefer something that sounds nice with "Georgia" and "June" but does not start with a soft "G/J" sound, seeing as how I'm already living with Georgia, June and Joe and am constantly tripping on their names.  We can happily go traditional/old-timey, except that we don't want it to begin to sound like we're running an old folks' home.  That rules out a lot of names that when said together with Georgia and June are like reading the roster for a bridge game.  We can happily go more modern/trendy, except not too modern/trendy, because then it will sound weird with Georgia and June.  So a happy medium would be nice.  Having a Georgia means place names are kind of out for us, especially other states.  As are other months - that would just be weird.  [Note:  I am allowed to break ALL of these rules, so don't hold me to them.]   

Here's how it goes when we discuss girl names (this is from another actual email exchange - name included because otherwise this won't make sense.  Hope this doesn't offend.  And also, sue me for being drawn to nouns, okay? Don't make fun of me if you hate this name.) 
From: Kate
To: Joe
Subject: names
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what do you think of "Ivy" for a girl's name?
that's nice, don't you think?

From: Joe
To: Kate
Subject: RE: names
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Hmm... kind of like it but I'm having dueling associated images: itchy poison ivy and lush green ivy on the walls of Wrigley or my junior year dorm

And now, since I've revealed one girl name that I liked at least for one moment in time, it's only fair that I share with you Joe's suggestion:  Francesca.  What?  Um, no.  And I'm sorry if I just offended all of the Francescas of the world and their parents.  It's a lovely name that I do not think at all works for our family. 

Other suggestions, please?

Friday, May 27, 2011

What a Day

First off, I'm just going to assume the comments feature is broken or that your fingers are, because was that last post not hysterical?  Well, Joe and I thought it was anyway.

But back to today.  Steph the Nanny was out of town, so I took the day off work and was looking forward to adventures with the girls.  Had considered an IKEA trek, or the Shedd Aquarium, but decided on a good ole fashioned day-long playdate at Maggie's house....which was apparently not meant to be.  We had adventures alright, just not the right kind.

In chronological order:
  • Georgia got sick, so we had to cancel and stay home. (Begin juggling routine of doting on sick child while attending to June who did not get it (or like it) that Georgia needed extra attention.)
  • On his morning commute, Joe was verbally assaulted on the el by a man who was clearly not well, to the point that for the first time he actually had to get off his train car and move to another one.  But when he arrived at his stop, the man spotted Joe from the train and continued to point and yell!
  • Georgia started puking. 
  • Joe's credit card number was stolen, and $900 of fraudulent charges were rung up.
  • June fell backwards off a step stool and hit her head. 
  • Georgia choked on a bite of apple so badly that I had to perform the Heimlich maneuver and sweep her mouth with my finger to dislodge it.  Terrifying, but over quickly.  I'd venture to say that was the low point of the day. 
  • Georgia spilled an entire Shakespeare's cup full of milk all over the place.  This probably doesn't seem to you like it should've made this list, but trust me. 
  • June fell backwards off the step stool AGAIN.  (Is she a slow learner, or are we terrible supervisers?)
  • Georgia broke out in hives on her face, chest and arms at the dinner table and had to be given Benadryl.   
  • I ended the day in an (intentionally) uncomfortably cold oatmeal bath, because I'm incessantly itching like a MF, but that's a topic for a whole 'nother post.  
 Better luck tomorrow.