Had our monthly prenatal checkup today. Baby is doing marvelously. She had a beautiful strong 150bpm heart rate, because she decided to start rolling around as they got out the doppler. Rick got to run the wand while Jana timed and counted. She had a hand on my belly just as baby rolled towards dad, and was startled and happy that she got to feel it this early.
Jana says everything sounds wonderful, I look good, and confirmed that baby is big and wiggly. Apparently she measured in the 69th percentile for size at 18 weeks. Can't imagine what she's gonna end up, since she started out exactly on target for size and keeps outgrowing her stage. Whoof.
Yesterday was a bad one; uterine stretching always leaves me nauseated. I'm more than an inch above my belly button now. No wonder I got kicked in the bottom of a lung yesterday. And baby has been stretching out as far as she can. She's gonna be a terror for a while when my uterus stops growing and she fills out the space in there.
The nausea and the round ligament pain have been the worst of the last week. Oh, and the fatigue, which seems to be back in full force. (In fact, I think I'll go take a nap after this post.) I've managed to get one or two things done around the house - caught up a bit of laundry and started clearing a bit out of the bedroom - but mainly I rest. I am so tired right now I don't know what to do w/myself other than sleep. Living room is still dirty, no holiday decorations or tree up yet. Rick and I (mostly Rick) did get the lights hung on the outside of the house, yay! And I've made about half of the Christmas cards for this year. I was hoping that stamping cards would be a fun way to feel accomplished without having to expend much energy. At this moment, even focusing that much seems too difficult.
Annie opens Friday. I'll be spending every evening this week in tech rehearsals. I suppose with that going every night, I can cut myself some slack for daytime energy, right? Right. Naptime!
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Calmer.
Sometimes, like earlier this week when I flipped out in the middle of the night, this pregnancy just gets to be too much for me. I'm sorry that I'm a complainer. I also appreciate all the support you guys give me when I do whine about something that I am fully aware that I chose to do.
In the aftermath of my massive breakdown, apparently Lyra wore herself out. She gave me two whole days of relative quiet and calm before resuming her schedule of kicks, rolls, and general obnoxious behavior. And even more fortunate, those two days of recovery worked for both of us. I've found the amusement value in the wiggles again. She's really putting on the weight and size now, so I'm feeling very distinct thumps when a teeny foot or fist connects. It makes me giggle at times, especially when they're timed in ways to seem like responses to a comment or a song or the dogs barking. (Ok, that last one may be actually true.)
Speaking of interactive baby, not only does she move toward Rick if he talks to/touches my belly for any length of time, but she's beginning to respond to me a lot more directly. The other day, I was resting between songs at Annie rehearsal. Unthinkingly, I dropped both hands and thumped my palms into the sides of my belly... and startled the baby. She jumped so hard, I almost jumped too! I felt bad, but couldn't help laughing.
She's wiggling around right now. It's mind boggling how much more of the small movements I'm beginning to feel. No wonder it drove me crazy for a couple days. Glad I'm adjusting, even if it does mean occasionally wanting to scream from annoyance and nausea, heh.
I'd imagine the fact that it has finally started snowing and sticking has helped my disposition somewhat. Yay, snow!
In the aftermath of my massive breakdown, apparently Lyra wore herself out. She gave me two whole days of relative quiet and calm before resuming her schedule of kicks, rolls, and general obnoxious behavior. And even more fortunate, those two days of recovery worked for both of us. I've found the amusement value in the wiggles again. She's really putting on the weight and size now, so I'm feeling very distinct thumps when a teeny foot or fist connects. It makes me giggle at times, especially when they're timed in ways to seem like responses to a comment or a song or the dogs barking. (Ok, that last one may be actually true.)
Speaking of interactive baby, not only does she move toward Rick if he talks to/touches my belly for any length of time, but she's beginning to respond to me a lot more directly. The other day, I was resting between songs at Annie rehearsal. Unthinkingly, I dropped both hands and thumped my palms into the sides of my belly... and startled the baby. She jumped so hard, I almost jumped too! I felt bad, but couldn't help laughing.
She's wiggling around right now. It's mind boggling how much more of the small movements I'm beginning to feel. No wonder it drove me crazy for a couple days. Glad I'm adjusting, even if it does mean occasionally wanting to scream from annoyance and nausea, heh.
I'd imagine the fact that it has finally started snowing and sticking has helped my disposition somewhat. Yay, snow!
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Perpetual Motion
She never sleeps.
Let me rephrase that: Unless she's like the dogs and runs when she dreams, she never sleeps.
I settle in bed for the night. She does handstands on my bladder 10 min after I've gone pee and necessitates another trip downstairs to the bathroom. Then she kicks me when I climb back up the stairs. She kicked & rolled all the way to Polson and back today. She's kicking & punching me as I type this. There is constant motion, frequent pressure, and right now I'm wide awake again in the middle of the night when I'm so tired I could scream and all I want to do is rest and she won't stop moving-kicking-punching-wiggling-pushing-stretching long enough to let me and I'm so frustrated and nauseated from all the upward pressure that I'm almost puking and in tears and still she NEVER SLEEPS.
How can a little half pound of nothing, who is so loved and SO wanted, be such an absolute misery to my body? :(
Let me rephrase that: Unless she's like the dogs and runs when she dreams, she never sleeps.
I settle in bed for the night. She does handstands on my bladder 10 min after I've gone pee and necessitates another trip downstairs to the bathroom. Then she kicks me when I climb back up the stairs. She kicked & rolled all the way to Polson and back today. She's kicking & punching me as I type this. There is constant motion, frequent pressure, and right now I'm wide awake again in the middle of the night when I'm so tired I could scream and all I want to do is rest and she won't stop moving-kicking-punching-wiggling-pushing-stretching long enough to let me and I'm so frustrated and nauseated from all the upward pressure that I'm almost puking and in tears and still she NEVER SLEEPS.
How can a little half pound of nothing, who is so loved and SO wanted, be such an absolute misery to my body? :(
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
I Have An Announcement To Make
...Ahem.
It's a girl. :)
(Yes, we snuck in an appointment with the ultrasound tech at the hospital today. We didn't say anything because of the chance of not seeing the gender anyway, plus we wanted the surprise if we did see it. Pictures to be posted later.)
It's a girl. :)
(Yes, we snuck in an appointment with the ultrasound tech at the hospital today. We didn't say anything because of the chance of not seeing the gender anyway, plus we wanted the surprise if we did see it. Pictures to be posted later.)
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