Monday, August 29, 2011

Negative nancy.

Look at this stomach, and tell me you don't feel my pain. Wolverine took to my stomach and clawed out some new marks. (some people like to call them stretch marks). And don't worry, that's not boob you see. I was wearing a bra. That's my hand holding me up.



I really need to be done with this pregnancy. I'm not saying it just to be a whiny complainer. I have honestly reached the point (a few days ago, actually) where simple walking isn't something that comes easily to me. It is real, legitimate pain. I literally can't life my leg into cars, or up onto the couch, or get myself into bed. The muscles in my groin and pelvic area are all but overworked and have checked out, making them impossible to use. My body broke before I had my kid. I thought it was supposed to be the other way around!

In other news, you know the last two posts about me contracting yada yada yada thinking it was the real deal? I've been contracting since friday, regularly, painfully, and I have nothing to show for it except for major discomfort that I don't get any escape from. You know that when you wish you could have an epidural at home to relieve the constant pain, it's not looking good as far as natural childbirth in the hospital goes! Here's to hoping I get second and third winds when the time actually comes. If that ever, ever happens.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

He didn't get the memo

Well. I could have written my last post at midnight, since when I went to sleep, it was the same story. Things didn't lighten up until I tried to sleep...and from there, it just gets blurry. It's 6 or 7 hours later now, and although I'm still contracting (though not as frequently) I can't sleep anymore. I was up through the night (peeing a tablespoon's worth here and there), drinking mylanta for the gnarly reappearance of my acid indigestion, and occasionally breathing through an uncomfortable set of cntrx. I imagine this will be what my day is like, since the cntrx are still here. When i get up, they pick up. Neal is back at work. I'm laying in bed just trying to embrace the annoying nature of early labor, while trying to see the upside (shorter delivery?). Will keep y'all posted. Have no fear. My iPhone charger is packed in the hospital bag. I swear though...if this kid waits for his due date (Monday), I'm gonna kick his dad. :)

Friday, August 26, 2011

Sweet niblets

i THINK that i might be in labor. In order to not jinx the possibilies, i'm keeping a tight lid on it. i've been having contractions since after my prenatal massage, which ended at 4. They started out totally non promising, like 20 minutes apart. 45 minutes later we went to my little cousin's flag football game, where it was over 100 degrees. As soon as I sat down, the contractions started full force with their regularity and discomfort. Good times. So I walked to the snack shack to pick up a sno cone for Kenz. That was rough. And slow. Haha. ::::::::::Contraction:::::::::: The game continued, as did my contrx in their awesomeness. By the time we left, around 5:45, I was really feeling them. My Grandpa's birthday is today, so the plan was to head straight to Olive Garden for the festivities. We also decided we needed to pick up a rental car, considering mine is now GONE. (THANKS A LOT, NEAL.) Show up to rental car place, and I make Neal stop before each speed bump, the contrx are that uncomfortable. We show up at 6:06. They closed at 6. Then I decided to skip the bday dinner, since I had counted 4 contrx, each 2 minutes apart, and too intense for me to want to sit through for dinner. I did that a week ago at Benihana, and lets just say its no picnic for anyone at all. So we hit McD's and bought the toddler a happy meal, and headed home. It's now 8, I've been timing my contrx on my handy dandy baby bump app, and they've stayes 2-3 minutes apart lasting 60-90 seconds for two hours now. But I've only done the timing for 2 hours. So technically, I've been having them since 4. But only really since 5. It's funny, because as I was driving, and they were just getting worse and worse, all I could think was, "Yeah right you're just gonna use hypnosis." Lets be real here. I purchased a 6 week course, and I've finished 2 weeks. THIS weeks course was supposed to be the real deal one where I learn to put myself in and out of hypnosis, and create my own anesthesia. So much for that. I think I will look forward to my epidural with eagerness, unfortunately. I'll do my best ::::::::::ouch CONTRACTION:::;:::: to hold out. I'm sorta confused about when to call my doula, since the last time this happened, it fizzled out after 2.5 hours. I'll continue to time and measure the pain, and if things intensify, I'll call her. My mom thinks Im nuts for hanging out at the house at all, but her labors all went FAST. Remember how I was born in a car? Yeah. Fast. At her last delivery, she wanted a epidural soooo bad, but when she got to the hospital, she was already too far along and had the baby like 20 minutes later haha. Sucks for her, but can we say rad? Rad. Walking through the contrx is impossible by the way. Mckenzi just asked me to get up and get her a popsicle (my husband is at the airport getting a rental car as we speak. awesome? no) and it took me like 6 minutes. Do you know where my couch is in relation to the fridge? I'd say 6 feet. Tops. It hurt. Kenz stared at me, and kept looking down at my feet like, "Um, what's the hold up, lady?" But there was definite concern in her eyes. Cute. She's now contently eating her popsicle, watching Tangled, and Im :::ouuuuch contrx::::: blogging about nothingness, surely. I had wanted to make brownies for the nurses, but I'm sitting here hurting, thinking "the nurses can make their own damn brownies". So for now, this is our little secret. I think I'm in labor, my husband is in denial, and this is just not how i imagined it. He should be here with me, rubbing my back, asking what he can do for me, letting me yell at him and stuff. Instead, I'm timing my own contractions, focusing on my own breathing, while tending to my needy little two year old and he's in a long line at the airport waiting to rent some stinky car to bring our newborn home in. Not to mention my birthing ball is now FLAT and Neal is not here to fill it up. Awesomeness. Negativity. Yessssss. ::::::::contraction:::::::::::

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Private, shmivate.

Making my personal blog private was something that I did in order to protect the famdam. But with that decision, I blog much less. Lets be real. If your blog roll isn't updated to let you know who is blogging, realistically you're not gonna make the effort to check their blog. But heck, I still blog the important deets, because the whooooooole point of the blog is maintaining a record for posterity. Right? Duh. That said, the personal blog will stay exactly that. Personal. For people who KNOW the intimate details of our lives. That way I don't have to worry about any crazy creepers. This here blog will be for me. No major details about the private life of my family. Just private details about meeeeeee hahaha. A girl's gotta have an outlet, am I right or am I right? Moving on.

Today I am officially 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant will a small toddler growing inside. There was one time maybe 5 or 6 days ago that I really thought I was in labor. Every sign was there. Back labor, consistent contractions 2 minutes apart for at least 90 seconds, for over 2 hours straight. Pain, nausea, tears, the whole 9 yards. We can thank my ever-so-religious little sister for stalling THAT labor experience. She prayed for it. It worked. Her plans were not interrupted. Siiiiigh. Things have quieted down since. Which I can't say I'm thrilled about. I do, however, have the runs today. Awesome, awesome, I know. I have gone to bed the last two nights MAJORLY ready to lose my chunks, and even woke up and did just that. My body is begging for release. My mind is passed the point of sanely handling the oober awesome joys of pregnancy. And my hoo-haw expired days ago. We are talking severe throbbing, people. His head is engaged, rudely low, and pleading for exit. But alas, he must be holding on to my guts or something, because the kid is not coming out. He's playing his imaginary banjo, strummin at my insides with gentle caressing and sweetness. COME. OUT. I think I'm losing my plug...not certain though. With my first pregnancy, I was like CERTAIN I lost it. My membranes had been stripped, so I got the awesome plug/bloody show sweetness that everyone loves. Of course, that time it did NOTHING for me. Anyway, this time around since I'm going the naaaaatural way, I'm losing it a bit at a time, without much other "stuff". This is a gross topic, right? Right. BITE ME. :)

My husband is out looking for a new car today. We sold our Camry, it's just too small man. So we're aiming for a Taho/Suburban/Large SUV type. I'd totally go for a Swagger Wagon , but alas, we are buying used. My hubs and I sorta have major car buying issues. We do it all the time. So we are trying something new in an effort to not lose major bones this next time around. Used it is! Woohooo!! Anyway, he's out with my dad doing that today. We have all of, like, today to take care of that issue, as we give our beloved Camry to the new owner this friday...and we might have a baby somewhere in there, too, cutting back our free time. Holllllerr for babies.

K, I'm out.