Thursday, July 30, 2009

Another chaotic day but for me this time, not Big D.

I had an u/s scheduled this morning to find out baby Hunter's estimated weight and then another appointment this afternoon with my OB to go over everything (including possible induction if he was big). Today at my appointment when we started to talk about how u/s showed baby is approximately 8 lbs. 5 oz. already I just suddenly (not becuz of that) started bawling my eyes's like everything is just catching up to me. Even though we *think* Daryl will be coming home tomorrow (but if not tomorrow then DEFINITELY Saturday), I still have been feeling like I'm losing my mind.

Anyway, Dr. measured my belly and poked and prodded and is pretty convinced that baby is bigger than u/s tech said. She took my blood pressure and was surprised to see it was elevated for the first time this whole pregnancy. So after informing me she'd have the nurse re-check it, she left me something to cover up with and said she'd do an internal. After my mini meltdown in her office, when I mentioned that I WAS seriously wanting/thinking of being induced at week 39 (which I hit on Sunday), the doctor said she'd do the internal becuz obviously if I was still closed up tight and cervix not thinned out at ALL we would wait a bit for induction. I just have to preface anything else I say with: please no one judge me or critique me for this decision...I know everyone is different and feels differently about induction but this is mine and Daryl's personal decision and what we feel is right for us. I'm sorry if I sound bitchy but this is just been a very HARD and draining day (day? who am I kidding, WEEK!) for me so I am sorry if I come off as snotty, cuz that's not my intention!

...Anyway, I was SO ready for the internal exam to be really uncomfortable and hurt and for it to feel like she was reaching a FIST up my wazoo, but I felt like she'd BARELY gotten her hand in there when she said "Ok, you're 80% effaced, 1cm dilated and --tap,tap,tap--feel that? I'm tapping on baby boy's head!" And when my mouth opened in surprise, she tapped again as if to prove the point. It was amazing! He is SO LOW. It explains so much about how different I've felt this week as well...SO much more tired (and not just becuz of running back and forth to hospital to see D), and uncomfortable and I kept saying all week to anyone who'd listen that every time I spread my legs a bit (even just to sit in a chair) that it felt like Hunter would fall right out. I've had incredible rectal pressure the past couple of days as well; I can't tell you how many times I went to the bathroom thinking I had to go, only to sit there and not do anything. But of course with my crazy, emotional week I wasn't focusing on all of this as much I usually would have.

So after the nurse confirmed my elevated BP, and after my internal, the Dr. sent me straight over to the hospital, Labor & Delivery to get some blood work and monitoring done to be sure no Pre-E. I assured her that my elevated BP was most likely from how stressed I was but she is a "better safe than sorry" kind of doctor which I appreciate. Off I went with my Mom in tow (she had accompanied me to the appointments today since D could not) and we were there for about an hour and a half. Thankfully, no Pre-E! But said it was stress-induced hypertension.

Anyway, we have decided to induce on Tuesday (unless Hunter makes an appearance beforehand on his own, but I really hope he doesn't cuz I want Big D and I both to get some relaxation and SLEEP this weekend once he's home from the hospital). Also, the doctor wrote me a note for work...they have been calling me like EVERY DAY becuz this week I took the whole week off (using the last of my vacation time) due to Big D's being ill and they kept asking me all week by email/voicemail (knowing my due date is so soon) if this meant I was starting my maternity leave already, blah, blah, blah and I SWEAR I felt like I was going to have an anxiety attack! So today I was able to call my boss and tell her that my maternity leave starts Monday (so LEAVE ME ALONE! Well, obviously THAT part I left unsaid).

Anyway, I'm home now, trying to relax but my damn cat pissed all over the couch and I seriously just cried about it (this is NOT the first time she's done it as you probably recall me saying...and this is NOT the couch she had peed on was the OTHER one. These cats are slowly but surely ruining my house). My mom was still over when I first smelled the urine and tracked it down, and I just screamed and started crying angry tears. So I'm gonna try to bring the cat to shelter tomorrow or this weekend (although there are TWO it could be, but I don't know if shelter will take TWO from it cost $45 per animal and I can't do that this week. I'm feel like I'm losing my mind!!). I feel like a total shithead cuz it probably seems like I'm of the mindset "Screw all the animals, I have a baby coming" but it's not that. This has all been building for years now. For YEARS this cat has pissed on furniture (ruining two mattresses, another couch, a chair...), clothing on the floor, rugs,'s just finally all coming to a head for me.

Tuesday (Wednesday) CAN'T come quick enough. With Big D by my side and hopefully really on the mend now...and once that baby boy is finally in my arms---this whole horrible, crappy week will be over.

I just can't wait to kiss Hunter, and smell him and love on him!!

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Another crazy day.

Last night was Daryl's' third night in the hospital. I went to see him in the morning, after first dropping off my yellow lab Tucker at a friend's house for the day. They offered to give him lots of attention, playtime and loving all day and feed him dinner for me, which took a huge load off of my shoulders.

When I got to the hospital Daryl was in a grumpy mood. He STILL was not in his own room, stuck in the "holding room" (which was all curtained off cubicles) with at least 6 other patients, and right outside the super busy emergency room. Nurses and staff used this "holding room" as a cut through and constantly raced in an out, janitors wheeled their loud clanking garbage cans through all day and night, and Daryl's "neighbor" beside him constantly blasted the littel tv so loud that we could never hear Big D's own tv. Nor could he ever really fall asleep!

I was frustrated and said something to the nurse who (like all the other nurses) said the hospital was very crowded and she didn't know when he'd be getting a room. Grrrrr....

Anyway, Big D informed me that his fever (which had started to break the night before) had gone back up. I was not happy to hear that. They checked his temp again while I was there and it was 102.9, the highest it had been yet. On two good notes, I had just come back into the room after running out to use the bathroom and get something to eat (there is a Dunkin Donuts in the hospital) when the nurse who I'd spoken to earlier spotted me and called out, "He's got a bed and a room!!" I was so psyched I pumped my arms in the air and ran back into Daryl's cube to tell him. And even better, as I was telling him, the Doctor came in (we were afraid we wouldn't see the Doctor till much later in the afternoon).

Daryl begged to be allowed to eat something, anything, a piece of bread even, since he hadn't eaten since Sunday (he's been strictly on iv fluids and water and ice); and once the doctor found out that Big D had FINALLY had 2 bowel movements for the first time in days, finally the doctor agreed to a bland liquid diet!

I seriously don't know who was happier about these changes, me or Daryl! I gathered up all his belongings, followed him being wheeled off to x-ray, then to his new room which was halfway across the hospital. And the damn orderly who was wheeling him obviously didn't give two craps that a hugely 9-month pregnant woman was trying to keep up with him cuz he left me in the wheelchair dust, panting and struggling to stay with them. Daryl kept turning and cocking his head and calling out, "You all right, April?" He's such a good boy. Sick as a dog and consistently worried about ME.

His new room was awesome, we joked that it was the Taj Mahal. Not only was there a window and sunlight, something Daryl hadn't' seen in days, but QUIET! And a way more comfortable bed. And much to this pregnant ladies' delight, his own personal bathroom. the nurse and tech were AWESOME and so sweet and immediately got him some more pain meds as his had worn off and he from sitting up so long, he was hurting again. And then the tech, seeing me struggle into one of the hospital chairs to sit on and one to prop my slightly swollen feet on, asked if I'd like one of their reclining chairs. Hell yeah!

While Daryl got his first meal in days, some type of creamy chicken soup, milk and vanilla pudding (which he described being as delicious as a steak dinner), I set up some hospital pillows behind my aching low back and reclined my puffy feet and sighed in relief. I'd been bawling my eyes out earlier in the morning, before going to see him cuz I felt SO incredibly overwhelmed and nervous about Daryl's health and anxious about the possibility of this baby coming before he was out of the hospital, but I swear after less than an hour in his new room, a sense of quiet relief flooded through me.

I watched my poor husband finally snooze without being constantly woken up and that made me happy. And now that D had a room and a PHONE, I was able to have his Mom and grandparents call him (the phone in his damn cubicle didn't' work and down in that "dungeon" we had NO cell service, so I know he felt very cut off from the world).

Around 8:30pm, our friend Crystal stopped by briefly to see Big D and to (don't laugh) drive me to my truck. Since we'd moved within the hospital, I realized my truck was parked VEEEEEERY far away on the other side of the building. And with my back aching as badly as it was, I was not looking forward to the hike to get there. So she offered to pop by and drive me and since I hadn't eaten in hours (except for granola bars and ginger ale) we made a late night stop at Ruby Tuesday's for some dinner. I felt so exhausted that I was breaking out in a sweat, and my eyes were grainy, so I got a coke just so that the caffeine would help me make it through dinner!

After dinner I went back to her house to pick up Tucker. Her husband, Jimmy, told me that the dog was perfect and listened so well (after three hours of crying when I first left...poor Tuck doesn't know WHAT is going on lately!). He got to play catch with Jimmy AND go swimming in the baby pool so he had a good day. I took him home and almost cried when I saw what my Mom had done.

She came over during the day to help me out by cleaning up the house a little bit, so she'd put all the garbage by the curb (today is garbage day), left the outside house light on for me since I'd be coming home in the dark, vaccumed and straightened up the living room, made my bed, and washed all the (mountains!) of dishes and cleaned up the kitchen as well. Then she threw all my dirty clothes downstairs for me and was going to start another load of laundry. That woman is a saint! Oh, and she'd left a pile of stuffed animals on the couch for little Hunter as well. ;-)

Anyway, it's another day. I pray that Daryl starts to feel better. I want him home. I'm lonely and miserable at home without him. The house is too quiet, and empty.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Daryl is still in the hospital.

I barely got a full four hour's sleep the night before so after he called me this morning around 6:30-7am, I got up and got some cereal cuz I was starving (hadn't eaten dinner the night ,before). But then I decided to lay back down in bed again and immediately passed out till approximately 9:15am.

After getting back up I grabbed some things I needed to bring to Daryl (his flip flops, clean shorts, teeshirt and undies, tooth brush and toothpaste and deodorant), threw on some clothes and ran back out to the hospital.

Big D didn't really look much better to me. He's still in pain (and getting pain meds approx. every 3 hours), still getting iv fluids and then I found out he'd been getting insulin shots since the night before as well. The Doctor didn't come see him today till like 2pm which frustrated me...but then I really liked this Doctor the best out of all he'd seen so far. He flat out said that Daryl was staying overnight again cuz his blood sugar level was still high (Sunday night it was earlier in the day it was about 240...and this evening it was 270) and he was in so much pain that the meds they administered through iv are obviously stronger than anything he could prescribe for him at home...and those pain meds were what was keeping him sane. Anyway I helped poor Big D sponge bath himself cuz he was weak and definitely not feeling up to hopping into he shower. He was so doped up when the meds would first go in, and he'd just stare dreamily at me and tell me what a great wife I was and how much he loved me. It was actually very sweet.

Anyway, I went home mid-day to eat (I don't like eating in front of Big D cuz all he can have still is ice chips...and now water...and he was really hoping to be able to eat REAL food at least for dinner). I also had to let Tucker outside to pee and feed him an early dinner. I showered and then headed back to the hospital again. I've been making phone calls on and off all day on those "breaks" becuz the cell service is almost nonexistent in the hospital. Many calls between my Mom, D's Mom, my work, his work...I'm honestly so very sick of talking. 'Also while home, and feeling exhausted, I did take a quick break to lay on teh couch but I was feeling anxious about just "laying there" and overwhelmed about everything, worrying about upset I felt and praying and begging Hunter to stay put for now cuz the last thing his Daddy would want is to miss his birth! Everyone has been cracking jokes about us being in the same hospital but that wouldnt' happen if I go into labor, becuz I'm going to be laboring in a completely different hospital. So, just praying for baby to stay nice and cozy in his Mama for now!

Back at the hospital I was rubbing Daryl's back and kissed head and could not BELIEVE how hot he was...his skin was on fire. I remembered him saying he'd had a fever earlier that morning so I wondered aloud if he still had one. The nurse came in to take his vitals and it was a different nurse as they'd just done the shift change. Thank GOD becuz this shift of nurses was SO much more efficient! Once they took his vitals and realized he had a fever of 101.2, low blood pressure and slightly low oxygen levels they immediately got him Tylenol, some oxygen and called in for a blood panel to be done. AND a n x-ray of his lungs. All of this within the first 1-2 hours of their shift and yet the other nurses had not bothered to do it ALL DAY. I was irritated about that.

About an hour or two before I left hospital, Daryl broke out in a monstrous was just rolling off him in buckets and he was suddenly nauseous again and puked. The nurse was pleased and said the Tylenol was doing it's work to get rid of his fever. I hope she is right! I left him around 9:15pm so that he could get some sleep. And so that I could get some sleep as well. Trying to not overdo it (although it's too late for that now!) but it's so hard trying ot get everything done.

My friend Crystal just popped over a while ago to get a spare key to the house cuz she is going to have her husband come and pick up poor Tucker during the day and bring him over their house for a few hours of attention. I appreciate that SO MUCH.

So that is where we are right now. Please pray that Big D is feeling better tomorow! I miss having him at home with me. :-(
Just got home from the emergency room about a half hour ago.

But not for me, for Big D!!

This has been a day from hell.

First Daryl brought my little Daisy to the animal shelter this was emotionally draining and hard on the both of us. I stayed home cuz we both realized it would be too much for me. And right before leaving, it just "hit" Daryl and he teared up along with me. He started complaining about how his belly hurt so I suggested that maybe it was just due to stress.

And not to be TMI but he ended up having diarrhea before he left. When he got home we were both pretty glum and quiet. And after a few more bouts of diarrhea for him, Daryl said he really was not feeling well and was going to go lay down, and watch tv, in bed. About 30-40 minutes later I suddenly heard horrible, painful-sounding retching from the bathroom. I jumped up when I realized poor Daryl was puking his brains out and I quickly got him a glass of water.

I have never seen him throw up before. This man has a rock-solid stomach. He barely ever gets sick. I often joke that he has an iron-clad stomach. So for him to be throwing up this heavily, I was worried. And then he pointed out that he had spit up some pghlemy-looking blood. While I figured maybe it was from his forceful vomiting, I still felt anxious at the sight of that blood. By this point Big D was laying on the bathroom floor, clutching his stomach and moaning. I called my mom for advice and she suggested if he got worse, to take him to the emergency room. Then got Daryl back to bed with a pan, but by that time he said he was pretty sure he wasn't' going to throw up again. Got him a glass of ginger ale and less than five minutes later he was moaning and breathing even heavier.

I KNEW he was in serious pain cuz this is a stoic man who has a high threshold for pain. He hardly EVER complains.

"I think we should go to the emergency room." He murmured. I didn't question him, just threw on some clothes (I'd been in pj's all day), grabbed a bottle of water and some cookies for my preggo-self and a book, figuring we'd be in the waiting room for QUITE some time.

WEll, after hearing his symptoms, he was brought in after only about two minutes of a wait. This was at approximately 4:30-4:45pm. What followed was blood tests, urine tests, and then a cat scan. Daryl's sugar level was dangerously high...380! He was severely dehydrated, and the blood tests showed that he had a low white blood cell count signaling infection. His pain was out of control and it now wasn't just his belly, but in his back as well, and he kept writhing around on the bed until they finally administered some pain meds. Every time the pain meds wore off, he'd start moaning and rolling around in bed and thankfully got more pain meds.

The doctor on call said that Daryl had Gastroenteritis and the beginning of Pancreatitis. And he wanted to admit him overnight.

So after 6-7 hours, 3 bags of saline, being moved--Daryl still in bed-- into the hallway at one point when a severe emergency case came in (and I ended up resting my belly on Daryl's leg in his bed while my low back throbbed and ached (finally a nice nurse brought me a chair) for about an hour, endless cups of ice chips which is all they'd allow him while I munched on saltine crackers and Lorna Doones, then back into a cubicle still in the emergency room, an EKG, a chest x-ray, another sugar level check (down to 297) and some more poking and prodding...finally, for like the millionth time Daryl told me to please go home. He was more worried about ME and the fact that I was exhausted and my belly was so tight and i'd barely eaten all afternoon. So at 11:20pm, while poor Big D still waited to be moved to a "holding room" becuz there were NO ROOMS left in the hospital, I headed home.

I was tired, my back hurt, and I smelled from not showering earlier today. And our yellow lab, Tucker, had been locked up for hours and hadn't even gotten his dinner. I fed him immediately then hopped my stinky ass into the shower. Just had a cup of hot tea and now I'm in bed, tired but still not ready for bed after this crazy day.

I feel guilty that poor Big D is still in the hospital where it was so loud and crazy (the ER was INSANE tonight!) and I know he could not sleep. Every time he'd start to drift off, there was beeping and loud voices and machines and paramedics wheeling more people in. I PRAY he is in the holding room now, hopefully asleep.

I'm now exhausted and gotta get some sleep. I told him to call me in the morning. We have no idea yet if he'll be kept one night or two.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Well, I didn't get the internal.

The doctor didn't want to do it, and explained all his reasoning why. And of course, I trust his (all of their) judgement.

Even though I will admit, I was mildly disappointed. ;-)

First we heard baby Hunter's heartbeat and man, oh man, did that sound so beautiful and healthy and STRONG! Then blood pressure was good and he checked out my ankles and said, "Looking great!" No visible swelling.

Then I asked about the nausea I've been experiencing the past two days, along with the feelings of pressure and crampiness, and the doctor explained that the baby is so low he is putting pressure on my rectum which in turn causes the nausea.

I learn something new every day with this pregnancy, I tell ya.

But, holy crap, is this kid ready to come out, in my opinion! Walking has become damn near impossible! And when I cough/sneeze/laugh I SWEAR it feels like I am about to pop him out! It was funny to realize as I sat on the doctor's table, when I was first waiting for him to come in...that's when I realized just how low my belly had dropped becuz I could barely sit there. It felt like my stomach was completely sitting on my lap and it certainly was not comfortable! And I had to keep rocking back and forth from one butt cheek to the other cuz my butt started to get numb from sitting in the same position too long. Heh heh.

The part of the doctor's visit that made me the most happy?? Finding out I get an ultrasound next week! There is still thought that this baby could be big, so I'll be having an u/s to determine his estimated fetal weight. If he is getting really large, then we will talk induction. Oh, and talk about me reading into everything?? When the doctor first started to tell me about getting an u/s next week, he said, "--if you make it that long." So I was thinking Ooh, ooh! He thinks I'm going to go soon! Is that what he said to me? No, it's just wishful thinking on my part. And then after the weight talk he followed up with, "--but I bet this baby is not as big as you think he is." I told him that since he's the doctor and I have nothing else to base this on, I'd like to believe him. I explained how it's hard to know what to think with so many people giving their advice and telling me how "huge" I am, etc, etc, and that's when he said (God, I love this guy! LOL) "People are idiots. They think they can say whatever they want to a pregnant woman when really, they just need to shut their mouth!"

Anyway, that was my appointment in a nutshell. I'm feeling a little more settled and relaxed with where I'm at, which is a good thing. I did not sleep well last night but not from anxiousness. I think I had the WORST bout of heartburn I've had yet, and had to keep repeatedly sitting ram-rod straight up in bed. I wanted to cry!

Oh, and a quick funny story Big D had a dream the other night that I urgently woke him up to tell him it was time to head to the hospital. Well, he proceeded to then wake up for REAL from his dream and there I was, sitting up straight as a stick in bed, staring off into space!

"Are you all right?" He asked me groggily. I had to disappoint him and explain I merely was going to get up to pee and pop some Tums for my killer heartburn and that no, I was NOT going into labor. Poor Big D...he is so ready for this baby and the wait is making him crazy!!

Now onto a sad note. This is Daisy's last week with us. We found a local no-kill shelter that will take her, despite all her issues. When Daryl explained that our absolute last option was having to put her to sleep (which I still don't think I could have done) the man he spoke to said, "Oh no, no, we'll take her!"

I've been bawling on and off all week since we determined she was leaving. Sunday is the day. I've already decided that i will NOT be making the trip with her to the shelter. Daryl and I both think it's best if he brings her, becuz otherwise I will be a freakin' horrible, emotional mess. And I certainly don't want Daisy feeding off of my energy that day.

I got copies of her vet records AND printed out a two-page note for him to bring that goes into some detail about her main, serious "issues". And I made sure to tell them in the letter about her need for a home with no children or pets...she needs a quiet home, no drama and change.

I don't think I ever mentioned it here, but we did give Timber back to Fidelco as well. While that was hard, it wasn't as emotional for me becuz (1) We went into the experience with him KNOWING he was not our own dog to keep and (2) I was proud of the time and love we gave him while we had him living with us for approximately nine months. And Fidelco assured us, we'd still get to hear all of his updates including getting to see him one last time before he goes to live with his future owner (which won't happen for another year at least...he has more training to go).

So it's been SUPER emotional for me lately and I've been trying to not let myself get too upset. I know these steps are for the best and for the safety and well-being of my family.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

What do you think?

Yesterday afternoon I left work early cuz I had a doctor's appointment and while in my car I got a phone call that the office had to reschedule to the next day (today), because the doctor was on the way to the hospital to go deliver a baby. The nerve! Ha, kidding. So, feeling thankful I had an extra two hours to myself (off from work) I went home and immediately, randomly, started cleaning the baker's rack in my kitchen (we have a small kitchen and the microwave and some other stuff is on the baker's rack, cuz we don't' have enough counter space). I started scrubbing out the microwave, and weeding through old mail and just generally cleaning. I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions since I got home but I was so focused on cleaning, that instead of going to lay down and drink water, I sorta ignored them.

I did drink water, at least.

Then Daryl got home about an hour later so we ran out to do a quick grocery shopping, just to get some main staples. I ended up leaning on the carriage as we walked cuz I was so tired and my back was sore. AND those damn BH's were still coming. It wasn't painful at all, so I wasn't worried that they were real contractions, but it was definitely uncomfortable with how tight my belly was feeling. I also had started to feel nauseous but I attributed it to eating too much sugar that afternoon.

So off we went back home and I put away the groceries and then went to lay down while Big D made a quick dinner for us of hot dogs and green beans. The nausea was very mild, so I wondered if maybe I was just hungry, but yet when I had dinner in front of me I had to force it down (I even fed the rest of my green beans to the dogs, sssshhhhh! Don't tell Big D! Ha ha!). Starting from like 7pm for the next two hours, Hunter was extremely active and mobile...and PAINFUL to his poor Mama.

While Daryl had been hoping earlier in the night, that the nausea was maybe a beginning sign of labor, I reassured him that this baby was WAY too active for that. I thought I remembered reading that their activity level dies down a bit when labor is beginning. And when I felt better, I decided to have a small bowl of vanilla ice cream, after which I felt gross again. And my low belly started to gently (not painfully) ache.

Finally at bedtime around 10:30pm, I was getting ready to crawl into bed when I realized that I was having a new my low, low belly I had a feeling of "fullness" in addition to the slight ache--I was trying to determine if it was a PMS-feeling type of ache, cuz I have not felt it before(at least not anything like it since the VERY beginning of this pregnancy). I woke up a bajillion times to pee through-out the night, as always, and almost always felt that low "fullness" and achiness.

My questions now. Do you think this "fullness" I feel could be that Hunter has moved down even lower?

And also, I don't think my office was going to start internal checks until I hit 38 weeks, but as of today I am 37 weeks and 4 days, so like 37 and a half weeks...and I want to request they do an internal.

Do you think I'm crazy? I just feel like I am going insane with the not-knowing and feeling these things changing with my body. I'm over-analyzing everything and trying my best at the same time, NOT to. At least if I DO get the check (the doctors had told me before they would do an internal if the patient requested one, before 38 weeks) I will know that something is/is not happening and maybe I can try to RELAX???

Monday, July 20, 2009

I have weird, random dreams ALL NIGHT LONG now. Most of the time I can never remember any of them. And the majority of them have NOTHING to do with the baby or labor. But one from last night, I know had our sweet baby boy in it. I dreamed that he had adorable little in each cheek. And that he was smiling (yes, I do realize it will be a while before we see him smile!)

I have NO IDEA where this dream came from...but it made ME smile, and that's all that matters!

37 Weeks: Our baby Hunter

Your Baby This Coming Week

On average, at this time, a baby weighs about 6.8 pounds (3100g) and measures about 14 inches (35cm) from crown to rump and 21 inches (47cm) total in length.

Your baby is still growing and gaining weight. Your baby may gain as much as 1 ounce (28g) a day at this point.

If your baby is a boy, his testes should have descended into the scrotum by this time. Your doctor will check that his testes have descended after delivery. About one percent of boys will have undescended testes. (This happened to my cousin A.J. who is now 10 years old. He had to have a surgery about a year or two ago to correct the problem, the poor little thing!)

Your baby has been building up waste in his intestines for the past few weeks. Called meconium, this waste is greenish-black and is made up of material from blood cell break down, shedded cells from the lining of the intestine, skin cells and lanugo shed into the amniotic fluid and swallowed, as well as other sources. Meconium is the first waste your baby passes and the first diapers that you change will probably be comprised of this greenish-black, tar-like substance. There is also a chance that your baby will excrete meconium before delivery and have some covering his body.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Welcome to Hunter's (almost finished) Nursery....

Ignore the random dog-butt that makes an appearance!

The bench was stained, sealed, sanded and lovingly sealed again by Big D.

We have to finish the crown moulding still.

I love the dresser/changing table!

Just gotta finish the trim around closet door, and chair rail above the toy chest. And yes, now there is a feline sneaking through the pictures!

Tucker inspecting his human brother's new digs.

He approves!

Do you think this kid has enough clothes?? Heh heh.

This beautiful handmade hanging was made by Daryl's Grandma to match our bedding theme.

400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="" border=0> This toy chest belonged to Daryl's little cousins Rian and Shayne. His uncle Rob painted the pink to green and added Hunter's name.

We love how everything has come out!!

And last but not least, little Hunter's first piggy bank (bought by his Grandpa) already collecting quarters.

We are in love with how the room came out. I'm so proud of Daryl for all his hard work invested in the baby's nursery. Now, we just need a BABY to put in there!!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Beach Ball-Belly...uh, I mean...BABY-Belly Shots
at 36 weeks, 4 days

I swear to God, that's not a beach ball crammed under my shirt.

And PLEASE, please don't ask me if I'm carrying "twins" or "triplets" or tell me "OMG, you're HUGE, you'll NEVER make it to your due date!" or I just might friggin' go postal on you (honestly, I know YOU girls would never do that to me. It's mostly just annoying coworkers, clients and STRANGERS. WTF?). I may be smiling in these pics, but there is an oh-so-subtle warning glint in those innocent-looking brown eyes of mine.

Doctor's appointment went well yesterday. My blood pressure is "perfect" according to the doctor and baby's heartbeat sounds great. I asked if she could tell if Hunter is still head-down, so she felt my belly up and confirmed that he is, indeed.

Sorry, I don't have much more to blog about right now. I'm just way too tired to formulate thoughts, hence this post is mostly pictures.

And here is a silly shot or two of Daryl modeling the new Baby Bjorn. Can you tell he is excited to eventually put a REAL child in that thing? God, I love him. :-)
And look! It's a teaser of the nursery! Granted, in the shots you can see the lack of TRIM around the closet door (and also the lack of chair rail on the wall behind me). And above the toy box that's on the right of me (I think all you can see in the photo is the stuffed teddy bear that was on top), we now have a shelf and a wall-hanging up so I have to take a couple shots of the (almost) finished nursery to show you all!

Monday, July 13, 2009

I am thoroughly and utterly exhausted.

While this weekend was fun, it definitely took a lot out of me.

I have no recollection of what we did Friday night so I'm assuming I came home after work, ate dinner and went to bed? Heh. Saturday we were up and out of the house by like 9:30am. I had the urge to go berry-picking. The raspberry-picking was fine...even with the amount of walking I did, the breeze blowing through the field felt awesome. But by the time we drove down to the blueberry section and "hiked" the relatively short walk across the street, I was feeling it. And by "it", I mean instant fatigue. Between that, and sweating like a pig, I only picked about half of what Big D was able to pick. He was moving much faster!

Then we headed down to the orchard store, one of my ultimate favorite places, and picked up some corn on the cob and a couple other odds and ends (including apple cider and cider donut holes, yum!) before I hobbled back out to the vehicle. We stopped for grinders at a local deli then headed back home to eat and relax. The plans for that evening were to go to friend's house to watch the UFC fights on PayPerView, and they didn't start till 9:30pm, so I knew I would need to rest up. I planted my butt on the couch and didn't move for hours...I even managed a nap in the middle. I was feeling so worn out, that I finally told Daryl that I couldn't get up to make the brownies I'd already offered to bring to our friend's house later that evening. So Mister Betty Crocker kindly baked them for me. We were at our friend's house till 12:15am and pulling into our driveway by 1:00am (after I had passed out on the entire ride home).

Sunday morning we headed out to Lowe's and Michael's to get a couple of items. We still needed to put up a shelf in the baby's room, get a doorknob for the nursery's closet door, as well as get a wooden dowel to hang the small hanging quilt that Big D's Grandma made to match Hunter's bedding. While he handled all of that in the nursery, I vacuumed and then straightened up the bedroom in preparation to put the bassinet in there. Crystal was bringing it over around 11:30-ish and she stayed for tea and to see baby Hunter's almost completed nursery. After she left at 2:00pm, Daryl and I ran out to grocery shop before my Mom came over. While walking around the produce section, I started to reeeeeeeally droop so I grabbed a quick small coffee for a buck. It was just enough steam to get me through the rest of our shopping...along with another pee break and many random BH contractions and moments where I had to slow down from the intense low pressure. I do feel almost as if Hunter has dropped even more. Walking is harder and harder, the pressure is super intense and often stops me in my tracks, and I have to keep tabs on rest rooms no matter WHERE we are.

Back at home I put away all the groceries while Big D sanded and put another layer of sealer on the bench for the nursery, and my Mom came over and hung out. I was going to make dinner but after putting my nightgown on at like 4pm (I was so uncomfortable in anything I wore!) and sitting on the couch, Big D took over the cooking and made my Mom and I a kick-ass dinner of seasoned, grilled chicken breasts with sauteed onions, corn on the cob and steamed green beans from right out of our garden! Mom left sometime around 8pm and Daryl and I watched tv until he passed out on the couch and we headed for bed sometime around 10pm. Despite sleeping till 6:30am today when my alarm went off, I still feel like I've been run over by a mack truck! I lost count of the many times I woke up last night...most of the time I woke up becuz of my aching low back, hips, shoulders...but I forced myself to get up and go to the bathroom each time cuz sure enough I always had to pee! Oh and I did take belly shots but forgot to upload them so I will try to post them tomorrow...

36 Weeks: Our baby Hunter

Your Baby This Coming Week

Your baby is now considered full term. He weighs approximately 6.5 lbs (2950g) and his total length is about 21 inches (47cm). Your baby's crown to rump measurement is about 14 inches (35cm).

By now, your baby's head may have engaged into your pelvis.

You may feel that your baby occasionally has hiccups from his "practice breathing".

Though your baby is considered full term, he is still growing and developing both his body and his brain.

He is still laying down fat at a rate of more than half an ounce every day.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

It's list-time again! I'm going to post what's LEFT of the previous to-do list I had originally posted here. And then I'll follow it up with my hospital-bag packing list and Peeveme, that is especially for you! :-)

But FIRST, a quick note. I went to the doctor's yesterday for a pretty uneventful visit. Had the Group B Strep test done and told doctor about my "newest" changes/feelings in my body (along with the Braxton Hicks contrax the other night) and basically got the "Yup, that's all normal" speech. I'm down to once a week appointments now so next Wednesday I'm back at the doctor's office again. They don't do routine internal exams yet (unless I request one) and I'm partially thinking this is a GOOD thing becuz if I hear I'm dilated/effaced (or NOT) I'll probably just be more impatient!

Also, tonight was the last birthing class for us, and we got the tour of the birthing wing. It was good, for me I know, to see where all the "action" will be taking place. I think it helped to set my mind at ease. Plus I realized today, I seemed to have entered the 'calm before the storm' phase. My nervousness, my anxiousness, my's all seemed to have melted away. I'm now just focused on the excitement of meeting our little boy!

Still left to-do-List:

1. Okay, Big D rocks and he has put up the closet door in Hunter's room. So now that all is left for this task is for him to finish putting up the last wall's trim and chair rail. And the crown moulding needs to go up, but we have to get D's Uncle Rob over to help with that. Most likely the crown moulding won't be done till after Hunter's birth.
Oh and Big D has put one coat of sealer over the stain he painted on the bench for the nursery so now he is just going to sand it and seal again.

2. Clean out the hallway linen closet. I know this technically has nothing whatsoever to do with the new baby's arrival, however, it's driving me absolutely bonkers. The closet is skinny and tiny and can barely fit all the towels, sheets, blankets, curtains and misc. bathroom supplies in it right now, so every time I open the door, something falls on me. This will not fly for me once baby is here so now is my time to clean it up and reorganize the contents! *ADDITION* Plus now with the bath supplies, towels and face cloths that we got for Hunter at the baby shower, I'd much rather keep them all in our linen closet, then in his nursery closet.

3. Steam-clean the living room and hallway carpets.

4. Pack bag for the hospital. *ADDITION* This is actually a work-in-progress right now. I've got the baby's stuff all together and now I'm working on mine. I'm going to post my list at the bottom of this post so PLEASE tell me if I'm forgetting anything!

5. Call the humane society about dropping off our dog, Daisy, and cat, Bailey. (some of Daisy's story can be read about here and also here). It's so tough and it will be a hard and emotional thing to do, but I have to do what's right for my child and my family.
And regarding my cat, Bailey has still continued to use our couch as a litter box (she pooped on the couch AGAIN last night) so when Daryl pointed it out to me, I immediately burst into tears. It's like the final nail in the coffin, so to speak, and it breaks my heart. But what more can I do??

6. My friend Crystal is dropping off the bassinet this Sunday. Woo hoo!

7. Buy a night light for the nursery.

8. Clean the bathroom!

YAHOO!! I whittled my insanely huge list down to only eight items! I'm so proud of myself AND feeling less stressed/rushed about getting stuff accomplished. Not much else left to do but relax and WAIT for our little one's arrival!

Packing for the Hospital (me):

  • pair of comfy socks
  • slippers
  • flip flops
  • lip balm
  • lotion
  • (1) nursing nightgown (although I don't know if I'll wear it, or just the hospital gowns)
  • short, thin bathrobe
  • nursing bra(s)
  • cell phone and charger
  • camera & video camera with charger cords
  • toiletries
  • headband or elastic (to put my hair back during labor)
  • pillow
  • going home outfit (comfy loose sweats, a maternity t-shirt and undies)
  • copy of my birth plan

Packing for the Hospital (Daryl):

  • change of clothing for first night (second night he'll probably run home to shower/change)
  • swim trunks (in case I go into shower during labor and need his support)
  • toiletries for at least 1st night
  • lap top and charger cord
  • snacks
  • DVD(s) (not that I foresee him watching any movies but maybe he can while I'm resting?)

Packing for the Hospital (Hunter):

  • baby blanket(s) (at least one so Daryl can bring it home for Tucker to sniff with Hunter's scent on it)
  • going home outfit (I packed two, one smaller and one slightly bigger)
  • hat, onesie and socks
  • baby book
  • baby's car seat, installed in truck

Okay, is there anything you think I could be forgetting????

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

While Daryl and I continue to prepare our home, our work schedules, and our lives to welcome this baby boy...I feel like my body is continuing to do IT'S own prepping as well!

I had some more Braxton Hicks contractions last night, which in itself, isn't out of the norm for me. However things just started to feel differently last night. About fifteen minutes before the end of my work day the contractions started and for the next 25 minutes or so as I packed up my stuff and walked around the school to lock up (I turn off lights, lock inner doors, having to go up and down stairs) I was completely winded and out of breathe and feeling my belly tightening up. I just attributed it at first to the exercise I was getting. But the BH contractions continued on for the ride home and the next two hours.

It was the usual tightening up/hardening of my entire belly and the hard-to-breathe feeling but then accompanied by lots and lots of low-belly pressure and sharp stinging pains in my va-jay-jay. I stayed laying on the couch the whole time on my left hand side, drinking lots of water and trying to relax. Even baby Hunter was in on the action...that was NOT his normal "busy" time (he pretty much moves around like clockwork, I know his schedule pretty well now) and this was a straight 2 hours of active movements from him.

I'd like to think this is my body slowly getting ready and gearing up for the big day in our future! I also started off my morning today with more low pressure, down below, and the feeling (sorry to be TMI) almost like I had to have a bowel movement. It's so crazy to feel him this low! I swear, the kid feels like he is going to drop right out! Heh.

Anyway, lots of emotion for me today...we are turning in Timber tomorrow night and it's a bittersweet moment. Things have gotten to be way too hard at home with the three dogs. Between Timber who is a rambunctious 9-month-old, 65+ pound puppy who often times practically knocks me off of my feet, and Daisy the mean aggressive dog, I've had LOTS of stressed out teary moments. So we finally bit the bullet and let them know we would need to return him early (normally we'd be fostering Timber till he was approximately 12-14 months old). Even though we don't want to, it will be the best thing not only for us but for the puppy as well, since neither Daryl or I can devote the time and energy to training him and giving him the attention he needs and deserves! We are solely focused now on getting ready for the birth of our first child so this obviously takes IMMEDIATE precedence.

Do I still feel like an utter asshole that we can't keep him? You betcha. So tomorrow night, I can predict myself and Daryl bawling like little babies. And this also now makes me feel the urge to find resolution with Daisy...and fast. I can't keep prolonging it cuz it is only making it worse for me. I'm currently looking into some no-kill shelters in the area but I need to find one that is not afraid to take in an already aggressive dog. I know the humane society will not take her. And I just. can't. bare. to. put. her. to. sleep. The idea is like a knife in my side. :-(

Monday, July 06, 2009

I hope everyone had a great Fourth of July weekend!

I know I did.

My four day weekend started on Thursday. Mom met us at IHOP for breakfast and then afterward, she came over and helped me clean the kitchen and bedroom. It took hours to organize and go through old mail etc. that had piled up so I wasn't able to get to cleaning the bathroom by the end of the day, but I was still relieved with how much we accomplished!

Friday we had a somewhat busy day planned. Daryl's good friends from high school, Todd and Mindy and their two kids, came over around noon for pizza and to hang out. They also brought a shower gift becuz they were unable to make the shower. AND more hand-me-downs. Holy Crap...I think we are DONE with hand-me-downs. Ha. More on that later. Anyway, after a couple hours of visiting I quickly whipped together a batch of brownies and off we went to my cousin Jenn's BBQ. I ate SO much (or at least it FELT like that, cuz I get so full so quickly....although I was still able to get down dessert!). Even despite the crazy on and off rain spritzs and passing thunder storms earlier in the day, we were able to sit outside. Everyone was going to the fireworks afterward in town but I was way too tired for that so we headed home.

Saturday was a gorgeous day so Daryl suggested we go to the lake to visit his Grandma and Dad and cook on the grill. We made a pit stop at the grocery store and big mistake--Daryl let preggo-lady pick out all the food so we ended up with way more food than necessary. Especially when we found out that Daryl's girlfriend was not at the lake AND his Dad had to leave before we ate. Anyway, I sat out on a lawn chair for a couple hours, reading, staring off at the action on the lake, and occasionally dipping my toes in the cold water. I brought my bathing suit but then decided it was a tad too chilly for swimming. We ate a late, late lunch and visited with his Grandma till about 5:30pm when I was ready to call it a day. (And realized that I got wicked sunburned! Dude, I almost forgot what the sun has felt like after WEEKS AND WEEKS of rain and thunder storms!!) We didn't realize our town was doing its fireworks until later on when it was already ongoing and I was in pj's in bed watching TV, otherwise I probably would have wanted to go. But it was probably a good thing we didn't, I have been totally exhausted every single day now.

Sunday dawned another beautiful day, sunny and breezy and the temperature just right! We packed up Daryl's fishing gear, my camping chair and a book, and then headed out. Grabbed a fast food breakfast on the way and then hit one of his favorite fishing spots along a river close to his childhood home. It was even slightly chilly by the water's edge, under the canopy of trees, so thankfully I had a towel that I draped over my legs while I read. After a couple relaxing hours of that, we were off to Babies R Us to pick up Hunter's dresser! Unloading that puppy was a pain in the ass, but Mr. Muscles Daryl did it and the craziest part of all, is that the dresser was fully assembled in the box so all he had to do was take it out. NO assembly required! I dove into organizing the clothes and misc. baby items in the closet and dresser and immediately found myself sitting on the nursery room floor, ass aching (until I was smart enough to sit on a pillow...and man getting back UP off the floor was almost impossible) surrounded by piles and piles of clothes, most of them hand-me-downs, and on the verge of tears (AGAIN...all I seem to do when overwhelmed or stressed lately!) when I realized there was so much and I couldn't figure out where/how to put it all away. Thankfully my mom showed up and was a HUGE help in getting me back on track, and helping organize by size and season. We were able to take out the stuff that we knew would be too small/big for the seasons so that helped downsize the piles a bit. Now, the closet and dresser are PERFECT! And I still have way too many clothes! LOL I told Daryl that most likely Hunter will NEVER WEAR THE SAME THING TWICE. Lordy! Is it possible to have a spoiled little boy before he is even born?

35 Weeks: Our baby Hunter

Your Baby This Coming Week

Your baby weighs about 6 lbs (2750g) and measures about 20.7 inches (46cm) in length. Crown to rump measurement is about 13.5 inches (34cm).

Your baby now feels lower in your pelvis.
Your baby continues to grow, kick, and move about.

Your baby's face has filled out and the cheeks now look plump and full. Fat baby cheeks are caused by fat deposits, but also by powerful sucking muscles which your baby has been honing by sucking her thumb.

Your baby's skull is firm, but it is not hard as it needs to give a little when it is passing through the birth canal.

Your baby's head is probably down by now, but about three percent of babies present in a breech (bottom down) position. Your doctor may try to turn your baby around if it is in a breech position by putting pressure on your abdomen. This is called external cephalic version (ECV) and is effective in about 50% of cases. If your baby is in a breech position, ask your doctor about what your options are for the birth. You may or may not require a cesarean delivery.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Belly Shots at 34 weeks

(and if you want to be technical...34 and a half weeks! I can just never seem to get the pictures taken when I first want to!)

By the way, sorry the photos are so grainy...horrible lighting in my bedroom this morning...

I love looking at my big, beautiful belly! And Hunter has been obviously getting tighter and tighter in feels like he is constantly trying to stretch so my belly pushes out and gets super hard, often. And this morning I woke up with what felt like presumably a foot lodged underneath my rib. Can you say, OUCH?

While I have definitely enjoyed being pregnant, and Daryl and I both have enjoyed watching my belly grow, I think we are BOTH so ready for this baby to make his grand entrance. I know for me personally, I'm ready to feel "normal" again and not like an old lady. I can barely get up off the floor from a sitting position anymore, my body pops and creaks and groans like an old house settling, and every single time I stand up and little Hunter falls deeper into my pelvis, I suddenly have to make an unexpected run for the rest room.

And never mind the fact that we are SO READY to see this little man! The nursery has taken shape beautifully, and I can't wait to share pictures of it with you (once the dresser is in, which should be this week, I promise to post pics!).

I took an extra day off from work tomorrow (I already had off Friday for the holiday) so that not only will I have a four day weekend BUT I have my Mom coming over (she offered) to help me clean (sanitize!! ARGH!!) the entire house. As the sands of this pregnancy-hour glass wind down, the nesting instinct has taken on an almost obsession-like quality. And since my house is currently a pigsty it usually either makes me want to CRY (which I've done) or scream bloody murder (which I've also done). So finally cleaning it from top to bottom I think will help alleviate some of that anxiety.

And I'm also now factoring in the nerves. I'm so close that I can't help but focus on the thought of labor more and will it be? How long will it last? Will it hurt horribly or not too bad? How long can I hold off before I want an epidural? On, and on and ON the questions in my brain go....

Anyway, that's my life in a nutshell right about now. Daryl and I both are super excited, anxious, nervous, scared, happy...all rolled up into a crazy ball of emotion! But on a good note? I still have an innie belly button. WOO HOO!!!!!