If That’s Movin’ Up, Then I’m Movin’ Out!

I got a great phone call yesterday.


We will be moving November 27th into a 2 bedroom apartment. I am so psyched! It’s a nice place and not far from where we live right now. I’m just so happy that Nellie is going to have her own nursery; her own little space. DH is already talking excitedly about custom decorative things he wants to make for her, it’s so adorable. The new place is larger than the 1 BR unit we are living in now, has 2 FULL BATHS, ample closet space and best of all, that 2nd bedroom. And we are only paying $10 more a month for it than we are for our current 1 BR place. Crazy! As much as I love our current apartment (we’ve been there for almost 4 1/2 years), we just can’t afford a 2 BR in that complex so we had to move on. I am just so excited. I need to get to packing!

Last night after chorus, the girls I’m starting a quartet with and I stood outside and sang a few songs together. I always get so giddy when I get to sing with my quartet. Singing with a chorus is great, but singing in a quartet is so much more exciting. After we sang “Chattanooga Choo Choo”, Nellie started kicking like crazy. I don’t know if she was approving, or dancing or what but it was really awesome. It made us all laugh. I love that she’s already with me when I do something that I enjoy so much; my excitement and enjoyment has got to filter down to her.
Halfway through the week! Just a little bit closer to that 3rd trimester. WOO HOO!!!!!! Here’s a belly pic I took last night. I feel huge already, though I know that I haven’t seen ANYTHING yet.

Have a happy Wednesday!

Being Uncomfortable and My Zombie Baby

When I sit in my chair at my desk, my lower back becomes uncomfortable.

When I sit on the couch at home for too long, my lower back becomes uncomfortable.

When I sleep on my side, my arms fall asleep and my hip…. Becomes uncomfortable.

I think I am officially reaching the stage in this pregnancy where my “honeymoon trimester” is coming to a close and the “PLEASE GET THIS BABY THE HELL OUT OF ME” trimester is taking its’ place.

Don’t get me wrong, I have loved being pregnant. Aside from the morning upchuck rituals from weeks 6-13, my pregnancy has been relatively easy. But now I am becoming increasingly slow and fat. I’m actually relatively certain that I now have my own gravitational pull which is comfirmed by a friend who joked that I should “go as a globe for Halloween”. I think my response was “suck it, asshole”. In fact, when someone who hasn’t seen me for a few weeks gets a glimpse of me now, their first response is to yelp, “HOLY SHIT, YOU’RE HUGE.” To which I nod solemnly and remind them that I still have 3 months to go.

I don’t mind being huge, really I don’t. I’ve waited for this for so long, I really do cherish every moment of this pregnancy. But I sure would like to be able to sit without feeling like someone is pulling the muscles of my lower/upper back and ass apart, eat without the fear that whatever I am eating will cause acid to bubble from my stomach and burn the lining of my esophagus off, and I sure would like a night where I’m not getting up every 3 hours to expell three squirts of urine from my bladder.

Oh, and also, I’m going to be giving birth in about 3 months time. This means that something that is approximately the size of a canteloupe is going to be pushing, tearing, and forcefully making its’ way from my vagina; the opening of which is most certainly NOT the size of a canteloupe. I’m not Jenna Jameson, after all. ZING.

Also, this baby is stubborn. She is probably the most stubborn baby in the world, and I say this because of the way she moves. Around week 23, I started feeling her a lot. She’d kick me so hard I thought my cervix was going to fall out of my vagina and land on the floor, and then I’d have to explain to whomever was unfortunate enough to witness that event what the hell that was, and why it was sitting there, all weird lookin’ and gross. I would then probably have to help them clean up the pile of vomit that resulted in discovering what was lying on the floor before them, which would probably make me vomit, because let’s face it. Vomit is gross.
Anyway, back to why my child is stubborn. Did I mention that pregnancy is also making me ridiculously spacey and absent-minded? Yeah.
So now Nellie has taken to playing the “let’s give mom just a few kicks a day to keep her happy” game. Mom likes to be kicked. A lot. Pops, bumps, kicks; bring it on, kiddo. The more, the better. Nellie has decided that a few bumps, kicks, and punches here and there are sufficient. And heaven forbid if mom, dad, or anyone else tries to put their hands on the belly to feel her from the outside. She could be doing a damn Riverdance in there and the second someone’s hands grace the stretched skin of my stomach, she stops. IMMEDIATELY. I’m not kidding. It’s like a switch being flipped. I can imagine her in there, floating around with this big grin on her face. Little booger. She really does know how to freak me out. I’ll start worrying about her after not feeling anything for a few hours, so naturally I will poke, prod, shake and wiggle to try and get her to move. I will not feel a damn thing. I will repeat this process for approximately five minutes. Nada. Once I stop, ten minutes later she’ll kick me a few times as if to say, “See? I move on MY time, mom. NOT YOURS. I am not a trained monkey.”

Sigh. Either my kid is going to be a stubborn nightmare, or she’s going to be the most mellow and chill baby ever. Maybe this kid just isn’t very hyper. My guess is that she’s stubborn considering who she came from.

This entry got really long and rambly. Did I mention that this baby has sapped all of my brain cells and left me with, like, two? Babies eat brain cells.

Like zombies.

The Most Stubborn Baby in Town

I’m still fighting with Nellie to be more active. I have a sneaky suspicion that my uterus has risen a little bit, and she within it. As I’ve mentioned before, I have an anterior placenta so she is probably kicking it more often than kicking me. I am also aware that she still has growing and moving room and that she may be facing away from me; kicking toward my spine rather than my tummy.


Okay, I don’t think she ever actually kicked me in the vagina, but sometimes it felt like she was; she was kicking so low. I remember telling DH that sometimes when she’d kick, I could literally feel it in my crotch.

I felt her a few times during chorus last night but not as much as I usually do when we’re singing. This morning I stood at the mirror and prodded my belly. I poked it. I rubbed it. Nada. The little girl didn’t give me ANYTHING. Patiently, I waddled (yes, I waddle now) to the fridge and pulled out the orange juice. I poured myself a glass, laid on my back on the couch and drank the entire glass. I waited, and waited….. And waited. Nothing. Zero. Zip. Not even a wiggle.

So I got up, and took a shower. Sometimes the shower wakes her up. I think I might have felt a little nudge, but I’m not sure. As of this morning I have yet to feel a good movement from her. I am trying to remain calm and take deep breaths, but it’s not easy. I have a doctor’s appointment today and will be getting an ultrasound, so at least that’s something, right? I just have to close my eyes and tell myself that my baby is fine. I can’t help but feel anxious and worried, but deep down inside when I ask that little inner voice of mine if I really think something has gone awry, that little voice answers no. It’s the same voice I’ve had from the beginning of this pregnancy; that voice has whispered to me constantly that everything is OK and that this little girl is destined to meet this world alive and kicking.

Just a few more hours until 3:00. Once I see her moving, I will be okay. Even if I can’t feel her; as long as I know she’s in there and thriving I will be able to exhale.

Pregnancy’s Newest Trick

So now that I’ve lived through the morning sickness and have had a brief “pregnancy reprieve”, it seems that my body is hellbent on making me pay for those weeks of wonder where I could eat anything I wanted without consequence.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen I am now suffering from the worst constipation, indigestion and heartburn known to mankind. I never knew such discomfort was possible. Everything – and I do mean EVERYTHING – I eat gives me heartburn. And indigestion. It makes me uncomfortable, it makes my back hurt (and itch, which I don’t understand) and makes it hard for me to sleep.

I ate lunch at around 12:00 yesterday, and did not eat for the rest of the day because I still felt full, and uncomfortable from the lunch. For the record, I had a cheeseburger and a salad. Even now I am not hungry. I grabbed a bottle of generic Colace from the store (which is a stool softener) but have yet to use it. Colace is on my doctor’s approved list of medicines to take but when I went to SafeFetus.com it says the active ingredient in Colace is a grade C drug. According to the website, a grade C drug means:
Either studies in animals have revealed adverse effects on the fetus (teratogenic or embryocidal or other) and there are no controlled studies in women, or studies in women and animals are not available. Drugs should be given only if the potential benefit justifies the potential risk to the fetus.
Er, that doesn’t really sound like something I want to play with. Maybe I’ll just pick up some other kind of stool softener and try that one out???

Yesterday baby girl was very quiet. I have given countless women on message boards advice on how to calm down at this stage of pregnancy, telling them that movement right now is still very sporadic because the little one is still relatively small. I spout out information that I’ve read on the internet about how you can’t expect to feel regular, consistent movement until about 25-28 weeks or so. And yet, when my baby girl hadn’t popped or squirmed all morning and early afternoon I found myself in the same little pit of worry. I kept trying to reassure myself that 23 weeks is till too early for reliable, consistent movement. I even Googled it to further ease my mind.

I took a nap around 3:00 yesterday and woke up at 5. I was sitting on the couch, and she began kicking and moving about. I immediately felt better. For the rest of the evening, I felt her “popping” about in there and my mind was put to ease.

I’m actually looking forward to the uncomfortable, jabbing pokes and kicks that I’ve heard come in later pregnancy. When I can feel a little foot lodged someplace it ought not be, I will probably wince in pain but smile as well. The days when I can see my belly move from the force of her kicks aren’t too far off, and I can’t wait for them to get here.

Pre-Appointment Anxiety

My next appointment is tomorrow. Nothing huge; just some bloodwork and probably a listen on the doppler. I’m feeling a little anxious, which I remember feeling before my last appointment. Oddly enough with our first appointment at 8 weeks, I felt nothing but peace but the past two appointments I’ve been a little nervous before each one.

I guess it’s because it’s been 8 weeks since we’ve seen the baby and 4 since we’ve heard the heartbeat. I’m feeling no movement yet and don’t have much belly swelling to speak of. I keep worrying if everything is developing OK. Should my belly be rounder? Should I be able to feel my uterus? I have to constantly remind myself that I’m not a skinny girl, and naturally I am not going to show as soon as others and my uterus is not going to be as easy to feel through my fluffy tummy. I still feel like everything’s OK, but I still worry at the same time. Does that make sense?

It doesn’t help matters much that I’ve been having, er, tummy problems. Namely constipation, which is making me incredibly uncomfortable “down there”. I feel full and bloated all the time, I am having problems passing gas and sometimes the initial push of urination causes discomfort. In the rare instances I’m able to release some gas I immediately feel relief but it is short-lived; it comes back after I eat. I know that gas/constipation is a normal part of pregnancy but boy is it uncomfortable!

I’m also feeling tender and just uncomfortable down there; which is a feeling that’s familiar from early in the first trimester. I suspect that my uterus is growing and that is also a cause for discomfort. At any rate I’ll talk to my doctor and make sure it all sounds normal; I’d like to rule out any sort of bladder infection. I don’t think I have a bladder infection as it doesn’t burn to pee; I just have to push a little sometimes and from what I’ve read that’s normal for pregnancy.

Okay, enough talk about my bathroom habits. I stayed home from work yesterday because my tummy was uncomfortable. I didn’t HAVE to stay home and I could have worked, but I was a lot more comfortable resting on the couch rather than having to sit uncomfortably at work all day. Of course, I’m sitting uncomfortably at work right now but what’re you gonna do? Gotta make the moneys.


I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my upcoming appointment, which is this coming Wednesday. I am not having an ultrasound; just getting blood drawn to check for Downs, genetic anomolies, etcetera. I’m hoping to squeeze in another listen on the doppler, just for reassurance that everything is still A-OK with Gummi.

I have heard that a lot of women get (false) positive results on a Triple Screen Test. From my knowledge, one of the steps to take on a positive reading of a TST is an amniocentesis, which Josh and I have both been adamantly against since the beginning. I am not about to get an amnio, no matter what the results of my TST come out to be. I know that the procedure is relatively routine and most likely things would be fine, but amnios DO carry an elevated risk of miscarriage which is just not worth it to us. Not even a tiny risk of miscarriage is worth it to us. Besides, it’s not like we would EVER terminate the pregnancy, even if our child would have Downs, or some other developmental disorder. I know a lot of people like to be “prepared” for that kind of thing, but the amnio just isn’t worth it to me.

That being said, I really hope we don’t get even a false positive on our test because I know that I would spend the rest of my pregnancy worrying and wondering if the baby was OK. Sure, my worry and wonder could be remedied with an amnio but the risk, as I said, just isn’t worth it to me.

Another decision that I’m being faced with is whether or not to get vaccinated for the H1N1 (Swine) Flu before flu season. I heard on TV yesterday that pregnant women are at the top of the list to receive the vaccine, as it can be particularly fatal to women in the 3rd trimester. By the time the vaccine is available in October, I will be in the third trimester. I am going to seek my doctor’s advice on this matter because I really don’t know what to do. I have never had the flu, and have never had a flu shot. I get a cold about once a season in the winter but that’s it. I’m just wondering if the media is being overly cautious and alarmist about the whole thing like they were when H1N1 surfaced earlier in the year. I’m inclined to think they are but how can one be sure? Also, this vaccine is pretty new and I am not sure I trust it. My coworker Val told me about the vaccine for Swine Flu that came out in the 70s, and how badly it affected some people. Paralyzation, long-term effects… I just have a lot of pros and cons to weigh in the matter and I am definitely going to seek my doctor’s honest advice. I may even talk to a few doctors and see what they have to say. I may end up just getting a regular ole’ run of the mill flu shot if that would help a little.

So those are some of the very first decisions that I’m having to make regarding the health and welfare of my baby… Sure, I make every day decisions like what am I going to eat, am I going to have a cup of coffee, should I stand near that smoker, etcetera. But the TST results, and the Swine Flu vaccines are very heavy, weighty decisions that I need to think about very carefully. Ah, motherhood…

Stretchy Pants

Yesterday at work I noticed that my work pants had become uncomfortable when buttoned. So I unbuttoned them, looped a ponytail holder through the buttonhole and wrapped it around the button. Problem solved, right?

Not really. Then my zipper kept sliding down. I decided it was time to buy some new pants so after work I went to Wal-Mart, and picked up a pair of comfy, black pants with stretch. I feel so much better, and you can actually see my bump thanks to the stretchy material! WOOT!

13 Weeks – Baby Shrimp

Fingerprints have formed on your baby’s tiny fingertips, her veins and organs are clearly visible through her still-thin skin, and her body is starting to catch up with her head — which makes up just a third of her body size now. If you’re having a girl, she now has more than 2 million eggs in her ovaries. Your baby is almost 3 inches long (the size of a medium shrimp) and weighs nearly an ounce.

–from BabyCenter.com