Prayers and PT, Please

Guys, a friend of mine and her family need bigtime prayers and PT.

Michelle, who is a week farther along in her pregnancy than I am, is in the hospital right now and is having to deliver her baby boy Liam due to complications. She’s almost 30 weeks pregnant. I know that her little man is a fighter and will be OK, but I’m still very scared for them. DH and I are going to be seeing them in the hospital as soon as I can get away from work, which hopefully will be soon.

You can wish her well at her blog:

Michelle, I hope you don’t mind the request for good thoughts and the link to your blog. I know you won’t read this for a while anyway.

EDIT: I just got a text from the daddy. They are taking Liam tonight. We went by to see them in the hospital a few hours ago and they said they were shooting to make it ’till Thursday to give the steroids they’d given Michelle a few days to help mature Liam’s lungs, but it’s looking like the little guy has to be born tonight. They had mentioned something about her having HELLP syndrome, I’m not sure if it was confirmed that she does have it but I’m guessing she does if they take him tonight. Say a prayer for little Liam tonight, if praying happens to be your thing. If it’s not, send some positive vibes and good thoughts out into the universe for this family.

The Curious Case of My Vanishing VaJayJay

So…… This may be a little much, but honestly when I became pregnant, after all the TTC lingo I exchanged with ladies via message boards, TMI doesn’t really exist for me anymore so here it goes.

I can no longer see my crotch.

It’s true. I don’t remember what inspired me even thinking to look, but after much glancing, twisting and turning and other various methods of contortion that are usually best left to small acrobatic circus performers, I confirmed that I can no longer see my crotch. It’s gone. Vanished. Out of my sight.

I tried to pull my belly out of the way, except the thing is – my belly won’t, like, move anymore. It just… Is there. All the time. I tried bending over. That just made my vagina disappear further from my view. I lifted my leg and propped it up on the toilet, almost toppling over like a Weeble in the process. I peeked, peered, and gazed. My husband caught me doing this; looking like I was attempting some strange and potentially dangerous new Yoga pose and asked me what the hell I was doing. I gave him a look like, “duh” and told him I was trying to see my crotch, to which he responded by howling in laughter and walking away.

The only way I can see my ladybits anymore is to look with a mirror. Even that is difficult, but look with a mirror I did – if only to reassure myself that my vagina is, in fact, still there and fully in tact. I ended up getting a glimpse of it. Yep, there’s my vagina. Still there, still looking the same as it ever did (albeit slightly more… Um… Puffy? WTF, PREGNANCY?). Pregnancy is such a curious thing. Never in a million years did I think that something as simple as being able to see my own vagina would be something that was impossible without being an Olympic gymnast. Something that I’ve seen every single day of my life is now gone; hidden by the growing mound that is my stomach.

I think that the book Belly Laughs by Jenny McCarthy had mentioned something about her vagina getting blue and engorged, and when I read it in my first trimester I laughed heartily and thought to myself that was a bunch of bullshit. Apparently it is NOT bullshit, and vaginas do in fact get engorged during gestation. Though mine isn’t blue. It’s still a normal color.

Now that you know entirely too much about my crotch region, carry on and have a very pleasant Tuesday. And never take the fact that you can see your vagina for granted.