Saturday, September 26, 2009

Friday, September 25, 2009

Oh yeah. And...

...this morning, whilst I was waiting for the doctor to come in, I had some time to examine my feet.

They looked AWESOME. I haven't seen my feet look so un-swollen since before Kalen and Jenell's wedding (June 25th).

I kept going on and on about how great they looked to Justin and I honestly thought to myself that this might have been how my feet once looked before fluid retention took over my body.

Then we went to get the ultrasound and the ultrasound tech mentioned how swollen my feet looked. I just laughed and laughed to myself.

I am not sure I will be able to handle the happiness that comes when I get my normal feet back. Additionally, I will be glad to be rid of horrible, flaming heartburn which I tend to get around 9 am. These are the thoughts that will keep me content in the coming days....

Nope. Still pregnant.

Well, kiddies. I'm due tomorrow.

Don't worry though, the baby seems perfectly content to stay in until they forcibly remove him.

I haven't had enough contractions to really do much and he is still measuring large. Today's ultrasound (just to see how big he was measuring) put him at 9 lbs. 2 oz. Yikes.

I really shouldn't complain at all though. I am healthy. He is healthy. And I have felt amazingly mobile the past few days even. I am not even waddling! I am moving quickly, and able to get a lot of things done and I have, thus far, managed to stay pretty positive. We'll see how well I can keep that up in the coming days...

We're scheduled to see the doc again on Tuesday and we're praying that something has happened by then. I keep trying to tell myself that I could spontaneously go into labor at any time on my own, but I am having a hard time really holding out any hope for that....

Wish us luck!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

A crafty tutorial

So if I had been really good, today's blog post would have had TWO tutorials on it. However, in the middle of my second craft for the day (photo wall), I managed to really gouge my left thumb with a piece of glass, causing it to bleed profusely for over an hour. When it happened, I freaked a little (I have NEVER bled so much so fast! I couldn't even tell how I was cut-- sliced or skinned...), and called Justin.

Justin and I have had a standing agreement for the past week and a half that I do not call him unless I am having a baby. This is because I have told him that he must have his phone on his at all times and always answer because I can't be waiting til class lets out if I need to go to the hospital. The problem we were then having was, sometimes, I would forget that he was in class. And I would call to say hi. And he would rush out of class to answer, only to have me say hi.

So now we text. Except for today, when I was a bloody mess. I called. Which freaked Justin out a little. But he was good to forgive me, given the circumstances, and help keep me calm as I tried to get the bleeding to stop. Anyway, it did eventually, and I am fine now, other than that I have a really nasty looking gouge on the left side of my thumb.

But back to the reason for this post. CRAFT TUTORIAL (per Emma's request).

This one's really easy.

His/hers key holder

1. Buy a 2 sided tray at DI. Mine is a pyrex bakeware tray. It is about 10 inches across and cost me $1.
2. Find some cute paper and cut out pieces to line the bottom of each section.
3. Modge podge the paper to the bottom of the tray.
4. Cut out his initial and your initial with your cricut. Or.... wait for the modge podge to dry, and paint a letter on each side with craft paint.
5. Modge podge over your letters and BAM. His/hers key tray.

Total time: Maybe 45 minutes.
Total cost: $1
Total stress avoided by knowing where your keys are: LOTS.

Sunday, September 20, 2009


The baby is due this week. [grabs a brown paper bag to breathe into and out of]

I am trying to remain calm, but then my brain starts to think of how different everything will be and then I start trying to tell myself "but it will be different in a great way!" and then I start thinking about, "well what if I want to read Harry Potter sometime, but the baby is crying?!" And then I have to go get the brown paper bag again.

Really, though, I think I'm doing as well as can be expected of a
ny first time parent. There are still some things I would like to do before he's here (like maybe hang some things up on the wall of his room...), but all in all, I feel like we're ready. We even finished putting a clear coat on our newly-painted dining room table and chairs (well, Justin did that part) and the baby's changing table. Both of those things have been on our to-do list for... well... the changing table, only since we got it, but the table and chairs... (ahem... 2 1/2 years)

DANG! Those look so nice! I am kicking myself for not having "before" pictures, but these babies were covered in a medium brown speckle finish. Gag-tastic. Now they are beautiful! I love them.

No pics of the changing table yet, but I'll be sure to post them when I post pics of the baby's room in general.

Until then, wish us luck for the next week! Hopefully we'll be joined by our little one sooner rather than later.

If not, stay tuned for next Sunday's post which will be the literary equivalent of getting a major stink eye.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Happy Birthday to...

LouJean and Brandon Wilson. You guys are awesome.

Aditionally, I tried to tell our little boy last night that today was his birthday, just to see if it would work.

So far, no luck. But he is officially due in 10 days. Single digits coming tomorrow, baaaaaaaby!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Happy anniversary to...

my second love, my workplace, Olson & Hoggan, P.C.

I officially made it to the one year mark today. I intend to carry on my fine tradition of hard work and Microsoft Word brilliance long into the future of my employment with the firm.

Or at least until next Tuesday, which is my last day.

At least I made it a year!


p.s. thanks for the health insurance. This baby would have been a bugger without it!

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

I'm coming for you...

...younger lady who was working at the front desk of the Women's Center on Friday afternoon, September 4th!!! You know who you are!

I came in to get my pee collector replaced because the one I had been given had a crack in it (not effective). Yes, I was already hating the fact that I had to do a 24-hour urine sample. Thank you for asking.

In light of wanting the "sampling" to go as smoothly and painlessly as possible, I asked to speak with my doctor's MA to double check the times I was supposed to be doing this "specimen collection." You went back and claimed you spoke with her. You told me to collect from Sunday morning, all day Monday and then Tuesday morning and then to bring my "sample" in.

I tried to verify these times with you since that seemed more like a 48-hour urine sample (what am I saying? It doesn't seem like 48 hours. It IS.). You kept telling me over and over that those were the times I had to do it. I could only try to verify so many times before feeling like an idiot and leaving in dismay. Peeing in a jug for 2 days was not my idea of a fun Labor Day weekend!

But I managed to do it. I brought in my (ahem, *giant*) sample to the lab on Tuesday morning like a good little girl.

I went to work.

I was busy at work and missed a call from my doctor, who left me a voicemail. When I checked the voicemail only a few minutes later, this is what I heard (and yes, I am quoting from the voicemail, which I have eternally saved on my phone. Personal details omitted.):

"Hi Erin, it's Dr. __________. I'm calling because we got your 24-hour urine protein results. It's abnormal so that means that today's a good day to have a baby for you. You need to call labor and delivery at ___________. They are expecting you. We need to have you come in and we'll induce your labor. I'll try you again in a few minutes to see if you answer your phone so I can answer any questions you might have. Thanks."

Lady who told me to do a 48-hour urine sample, I blame you entirely for the above message and for the nearly all-consuming panic which immediately commenced after hearing said message. Do you have any idea what you feel like when you get a voicemail like that? No you do not, or you would learn the difference between 24 and 48. Heavens! The people in the lab probably thought I had some sort of heinous kidney problem when I turned in that much fluid for a 24-hour sample!

I got in touch with the doctor before going to Labor and Delivery (mercifully) and tried to verify the way I had done the test. He clarified that NO, you had not instructed me properly on how to do the test and that it should have only been a 24-hour test. Because my results were clearly out-of-whack, he ordered me to repeat the test (only this time doing it for 24 hours like I should have the first time!).

So, thanks to you, not only did I get to collect my pee for 72 hours--3 times as long as I needed to in the first place, I also had the pleasure of storing my excrement in my aunt's refrigerator, toting it around to a family picnic in a cooler, and storing it in my own refrigerator (I have to eat the stuff in there, you know!). I also experienced the largest panic attack of my life thus far.

I will never forget you. Thank you for being such a lovely part of my pregnancy. If I ever see you again, you'll know it's me. I'll be giving you the scariest stink-eye you have ever, or will ever see ever in your whole life. EVER.

*In case you were wondering, the results came back fine the second time, and we are still waiting for the little one to make his debut. 2 1/2 weeks to go!*

Saturday, September 05, 2009

"Full term"

37 weeks today, baaaaaaby. That's considered "full term."

It's starting to hit home quickly how soon we're going to have our little one here. It is weird to think he could decide to come any day. I could have him later today for all I know (though I'm sure that won't happen). Even the thought of having a baby in 3 weeks seems really soon. Thankfully, he seems pretty content to stay in there a little longer, so I'm guessing I'll make it at least that long.

For now, my instructions are to sit around as much as humanly possible to keep my blood pressure low and report to labor and delivery immediately if I have any headaches, bright flashes of light in my vision, or pains under my right ribcage. So... I'm off to watch movies and chill with my family. Pretty relaxing labor day weekend if you ask me...

Thursday, September 03, 2009

"Ummm...excuse me?"

So today's "routine" doctor's appointment turned into a whirlwind of wild news, labwork, an ultrasound, and prep for a 24 hour urine sample (YIPPEE!!!). My blood pressure was high again.

Long story short, the baby is doing well. He passed his biophysical profile ultrasound in about 7 minutes with an 8 out of 8. At the end, the computer gives you an estimated weight, given the measurements they take on your baby.

Ultrasound tech: So, have you been measuring large?

Me: No, pretty much right on schedule...

Ultrasound tech: Hmm... because all the measurements I'm taking are putting you in the 40th week!

Me: [sound of jaw hitting the floor]

Folks, let me just say, there is no shock quite as great as thinking you have an average size baby inside you (which all the websites say is between 6 and 7 lbs right now!) and then being told you have an 8 1/2 pound baby in you right now. And then remembering that you have 3 weeks until your due date.

The ultrasound tech's comments (after doing the math much faster than I could process)? "You're looking at a 9 1/2-10 pound baby!"

My comments: "Ummm.... excuse me?"

If your jaw dropped when you read that, think about how much my head is spinning right now. I just have to keep telling myself, "at least the baby is healthy." And really, I am so grateful for that.

Then I started feeling really nervous like I could really be having this baby any day! And that I don't have my hospital bag packed. And the nursery isn't ready. And I don't have a diaper bag! I suddenly feel very unprepared!

But I am trying to remain calm. We do have a carseat. I have the crib set up with bedding in it. We have clothes to take the baby home in. We have diapers and wipes. Plus, I have to keep calm to keep my blood pressure as low as possible.... just take it easy, Erin....

All I could say to Justin was that now at least he knows I'm not just being a sissy when I say I feel huge and uncomfortable! I've got a full grown infant inside me already and he's only getting bigger!

All prayers and good thoughts for a healthy upcoming few weeks are greatly appreciated. I will be busy trying to keep my head on straight.