Mommy Drama

That past few days have been like a page out of the paranoid  pregnant woman handbook. A few days ago, my previously active baby went strangely silent. I have had a burst of seasonal allergies that I could not get under control and had been trying some decongestants. When activity went down, I reevaluated the medication I had been taking. Apparently, I confused Sudafed PE with plain ole, awesome for cooking Meth, Sudafed and after consulting Dr Google, I realized that the Sudafed PE could actually be dangerous for my baby. As in cutting off blood supply to the uterus, dangerous. (On a side note, at one point I was taking Sudafed PE almost daily when pregnant with Hunter and he's (mostly) fine). I ran to Wal-Greens to get the good stuff and felt some contractions and good movements last night. I convinced myself that I was just being paranoid, but have been paying special attention to every bump and pang.

In order to reassure myself I drank a fully caffeinated, extra large coffee this morning.
Nada.
I take that back.
Two words: liquid laxative.
But no baby movement.
So I drank some water.
Nuthin.
Orange juice and cheerios w/ banana.
Still, nothing.
Was that something?
Maybe a little lick.
The problem is, I am used to significant movement.

Mean while, I am a pretty easy going pregnant lady. I don't freak myself out much, but the stories of the babies strangling themselves in utero or the angels with rare undetected medical disorders, started to creep in.
I tried to put them out, but baby girl giving me the silent treatment wasn't helping. I also realize that some babies will slow down as they get into those last few weeks because they have run out of room or they are getting into position.

I get it, but wasn't reassured.

Logan and Hunter had dental appointments today in the same town my OB is located, so I decided to call and let them know and to see if they had any suggestions. Their phone was busy. FOR THE NEXT 4 HOURS! When the boys were finished with their appointments (they did amazing and I need to devote a post to their awesomeness!) and the phones at the OB's office were still busy, I decided to just swing by there to see if they wanted to do a fetal non-stress test. They have been doing them weekly and I had an appointment scheduled for Thurs, so if they had time and deemed it necessary, I figured I could just do the non-stress today. I figured correctly and were happy to get me in.

Heart beat. Ahhhh. What a relief. I felt a little foolish, but relieved. She gave us some trouble, didn't want to stay on the monitor and was in an awkward position, but she gave us what we needed, eventually. The OB decided to see me today instead of having me come back on Thursday and had me do a sonogram first. The sono went great! She was doing all her practice breathing as well as a few other little tricks. The tech also did some measurements and estimated baby at 8 1/2 lbs today. We'll see.

When baby was breech last week, the OB ordered a ECV to be done May 23rd and induction or c-section on May 31st. Since sister-girl flipped we didn't need the version, but I wasn't sure if the OB wanted to continue with May 31st as go-baby-go day. He still wants to with the 31st, so the plan is to go in the evening of the 30th, so he can get my cervix a little more favorable and start the pitocin on the morning of the 31st.

So the surprise OB appointment was all good, except, I had a 2 and 4 year old with me. I had promised them a trip to Chuck E Cheese as a reward for being so wonderful at the dentist, so I had that to bribe them with. Logan was being fantastic, but Hunter was getting tired and didn't like the necessary evil of being strapped into the stroller, so he wasn't being as controlled as I would have like, but hey, he's two.

I am having mixed feelings about the induction and anticipated interventions. I hope to elaborate on those feeling after a good night's sleep.

Flipped!

I was correct!

She is head down!

No ECV!

(unless she somehow flips again)

I was starting to feel an

aversion

to the 

version. 

I don't know if I will be induced on the 31st

or

not.

I will keep you all posted

and 

will show off 

the 

nursery 

SOON! 

Maybe....

I have a 
sneaky suspicion 

that 

baby girl

might have flipped.

Maybe.

Since I didn't know 
she had 
flipped 

back to

breech,

I am probably 

not in tune 

with what is 

actually

going on 

in 

my 

uterus. 

Flipping the...

bird baby! 


I got an amazing surprise Thursday during my 37 week OB appointment. My baby girl flipped herself back into the breech position. She has been breech the entire pregnancy (at least as far as I could tell), but had, to my relief, flipped facing down by my 36 weeks appointment. I was a little shocked and disappointed by this news. I have been working toward a v-back this pregnancy and have been traveling 70 miles each way to see a doctor and hospital that will allow a v-back. If you know anything about breech babies, or v-backs, you know that it would be virtually impossible to find a doctor, midwife, or a medical professional in the US that will allow a v-back with a butt down baby. 


The plan is to have another sonogram next Thursday and if the baby if breech I will go in for a EVC/version on May 24, 2010. If there is are any issues during the version they will deliver the baby then. If they are able to get her in the correction position, I will go in for an induction on May 31st. If they are unable to flip her, I will go in for a c-section on May 31st. Either way, I should have a baby on or around May 31st.


Best case scenario, she flips on her own, stays down, and, for the first time ever, I will go into labor on my own. That would be cool. Until then, I will panic and run around like a chicken with my head cut off and try to get prepared. 

Must be school picture time! Warning: Graphic Description

I know with each pregnancy I get a little "treat"

With Logan,

it was the itchy "pregnancy rash"

that cleared up 2 days before my appointment

with the dermatologist.

In the future they told totake a picture before it clears up.

Right.

With Hunter,

it was the massive vomiting each day from 4-7 pm

in the 1st trimester

and the horribly blotchy skin

in the 3rd trimester

and in the weeks after

having him ripped through my abdomen

giving bith.

Hunter was also lucky enough to get the face frenzy as well.

Cute.

I am currently experiencing an ailment

unlike the previous two.

Acne.

Sigh.

And not even acne.

A rash-like smattering of

tiny,

large,

random,

bright red,

well ok,

acne.

It's like I'm in high school

and

pictures are on 

Monday.

Except,

I don't even get the satisfaction

of sitting on the bathroom sink

and 

popping these badboys

until the mirror is splattered 

with 

zit juice.

Yes,

these sorry excuses for "zits"

have.

no.

heads.

The nerve.

I am all for the pregnancy "glow"

but 

my face has the glow

of 

hot

MOLTEN

LAVA.

Not the look I was going for.

Is this what the girl hormones are doing to me?

I guess if this is my penance for having a girl,

I'll take it.

As if my fat ass wasn't enough.

Thinking PINK!

About 12 weeks ago I took this test.

It said I was pregnant with our
3rd

BOY.

I was happy.

I had my boy name chosen.

Duncan.

I love that name.

I kicked my self.

I had given away all my infant clothing up to size 12 months

and

my maternity clothes.

I started buying a few things.

I love shopping.

Fast forward to Friday.

20 weeks.

Sonogram day.

We went as a family.

Logan and Hunter

fought over a bag of dried cherries.

Baby was not cooperating.

 

All scrunched up,

crossed up,

wiggly,

and

thumb sucking.

Femur length,

heart view,

tibia length,

another heart view.

Maneuver the wand.

Screaming when Logan decides he should hold the bag.

The wand shakes my uterus.

We get a clear shot.

(Sounds like a sniper sighting his mark, doesn't it?)

Logan replies that he would like a baby

SISTER

because he already has a baby brother,

of course.

Logan got his wish.

But he says not yet.

"My sister is not ready yet."

music, why are you being such a jerk?

I am displeased with music at the moment.

I generally love music.

In fact,

I live for it's

melodic pleasures.

But a switch has been

flipped.

I hear songs

and feel

annoyed.

I give a new band a try

(read that aweful WILCO)

and

could whip

out the Bic

and

dissect my wrists.

I see Tim McGraw on

Oprah

(I know! My life will improve when she retires. I wonder if she's going to get Tyra to replace her?)

and think

who

encourages

his mediocre singing?

And not so much the music,

but the personal

and

prfessional endeavors

of my

ABSOLUTE

favorite band

of

all.

freaking.

time.

PEARL JAM

YOU. ARE. MESSING. WITH. MY.

MIND.

It is coming guys.

I will give you a big ole

slice

of it soon.

Untill then.

I will relax to the sounds of

my

Bluegrass Baby-Daddies

at least I'm

pretty

sure one of them is the

cause of my

swelling womb

It was either them

or

the guy I'm

married

to.

Sarcasm ever?

I like to think I have a way with words.

I am so gifted in the art

that few people are at my ADVANCED level.

Some times this causes a few

misunderstandings.

See,

I forget.

I forget, that regular folk

are just happy to be going about

their business.

Then I come along.

Example:

Folks:

(referring to my pregnant belly

and the 1 and 3 year old I'm dragging behind me)

So, uh, ya gonna have any more?

Me:

Not with this husband!

Folks:

(silence)