Maintenance Mode

This has been our status for the past little bit.  There are still tasks to be done, but we feel like we had reached a resting point.  For example, the girls’ room still needs a valance sewn (and the hardware installed), but the room is livable without it.  I still need to finish knitting the nursing shawl, but the malong I sewed can work in a pinch.

At my routine OB visit yesterday, I found out that they went ahead and scheduled a room for me at the hospital for next week.  Evidently, it’s been decided that the baby needs to come out.  The plan is for me to be induced.  If she’s still breech, that means I’ll undergo a c-section.  I will find out on Monday via an ultrasound what the game plan is.

The baby’s rate of growth just hasn’t been optimal.

Even though she’ll be born at term, we’ve gone ahead and bought a few preemie outfits.  Okey picked out a cute little outfit she can wear to church, and I got her a couple of little onesies.  We got her a couple of little open bottom sleep sacks as well.  Everything is so… little.

Born at six pounds seven ounces, I never thought that Wren would be my big girl.

I feel like we made a million phone calls yesterday.  A call was made to each parent set and sibling group, and then we called our closest friends.  This wasn’t something I wanted any of them to learn first here on the blog.

I had a few good laughs swapping stories with a lot of them as they must have sensed I need cheering up.

I told one sister-in-law that we went out shopping for a sleeper sofa earlier in the day.  I ended up sitting across from the sofa we wanted to buy, and the clerk was showing me the different color options.  I had to tell him that he had to bring the fabric samples closer to me.  I wasn’t going to get up and that I was having a baby the next week.  The sister-in-law joked that I should have just bought the couch I was sitting on and asked for home delivery… I’d never have to get up!

One sister said I’d be the first in my family to have a c-section.  Yep, that’s me!  Having babies the non-traditional way.  😉

So here we are with another status update:  We’re having a baby next week!

We’re moving out of maintenance mode.  We’ve had to rearrange our schedules for the next few weeks so the next few days are going to be crazy like a whirlwind.

35 Weeks

Today marks the beginning of the 35th week. This means I only have 35 days to go!

I saw the high risk OB today, and he is actually releasing me from his care since he feels that the baby girl is doing well. She’s still got some issues, but after all of this monitoring, she hasn’t gotten worse or developed any new problems. I’m relieved to be back in the realm of a “normal” pregnancy.

I’ll have to update with a baby bump photo sometime, but I’m really not big — a fact that people remind me of when they can’t believe I am due next month. I can still wear my rings and see my ankles. My shoes still fit. There are a few non-maternity tops from my closet I can wear, too. Aside from the inability to sleep through the night (no one warns you about the leg cramps!), I am feeling quite well.

I went out and about with a pregnant friend yesterday. She is only 20 weeks pregnant, but according to Okey, she looks further along than me. I suspect it’s because she has such a small frame that her uterus has nowhere to go but out. Anyway, as soon as we walked into this one shop, the owner exclaimed, “Oh no! I don’t want you breaking your waters in here!” Trust me, we didn’t want that to happen either.

34 Weeks

It feels like it’s time for a pregnancy update, so here we go.

Good news: Chickadee is no longer transverse breech.

Bad news: She is now frank breech.

The doctors say she has time to get head down still as I’m only 34 weeks. She has certainly been kicking up a storm since Sunday afternoon and so I’m thankful for these little reassurances of her well-being. Also, I’m glad that she’s not kicking into my ribs.

Chickadee was measuring in the 25th percentile at the anatomy scan two weeks ago, and at yesterday’s appointment we learned that she is barely in the 20th percentile. The high risk OB says that he’ll be concerned if she reaches the 10th percentile and will recommend getting her out at that point. He scheduled another anatomy scan in three weeks if I’m “still pregnant.”  (I hope to be!)

The high risk OB still wants to see me weekly to monitor things.  The week by week decision making is starting to wear on me.

I still haven’t packed my hospital bag.  I feel that once I pack it then she will come, so she can’t come if I don’t pack it, right?  I admit it’s not very rational and actually very superstitious.

The room is nearly done.  Okey’s family came this weekend and hauled away the furniture we don’t need anymore.  Okey has since painted the room and ripped up the carpet.  The new carpet will be installed tomorrow afternoon, and then we’ll start putting the furniture in there this weekend.

On another note, all of this pregnancy talk has me wondering what Wren was like in her biological mother’s womb.  Was she very active?  (I can’t imagine my toddler not being active.)  I wonder if my curry-loving daughter got this from her biological mother.  (I’ve read that mothers who eat spicy food usually have children who enjoy spicy food.  The same goes for vegetables, and we all know how much Wren loves her green vegetables.)  I get sad not knowing the answers, so I think that I will ask her in my next letter.

32 Weeks (8 Months!)

Do we remember our French lesson from the other day? Jamais deux sans trois. Never two without a third. When it rains, it pours.

Ok, so last week’s biophysical profile showed a baby with decreased fetal movement. Un.

The tech also did an anatomy scan which revealed that the baby is smaller than average. Deux.

The OB didn’t say anything about that to me so I wasn’t worried about it, but she did refer me to a high risk specialist who I saw today for an additional biophysical profile and non-stress test. My OB had hoped this new OB would shed light on what is going on. In her words, my medical history is nothing to write home about. Still, she wanted me to start taking a betamethasone steroid to help the fetal lung development should the little one need to come out sooner.

Well, during today’s non-stress test (where the baby’s heart rate is monitored as well as any contractions I may be having) there was a little issue with her heart rate. Trois.

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30 Weeks

While on vacation, I crossed into the third trimester.  As on cue, my feet started to swell and my back started to ache.  Since returning home, I’ve returned to a healthier diet and minimized the edema.  Sleeping on my own mattress has helped the back pain lessen, but it’s still there.

I’m now 30 weeks pregnant, and I’ve gotten the Rhogam shot.  I’m still trying to figure out why my health insurance denied my claim for it, but I digress.  After I got the shot in my arm, my sweet Wren leaned in and gave me a kiss on my forehead.  She’s going to be a great big sister!

I also took my gestational diabetes test last week, and I went over with the results with the doctor today.  I failed it by two points.  It’s not all doom and gloom, yet.  She wants me to get additional blood work done tomorrow morning after a long period of fasting.  Needless to say, I scheduled the blood draw for the first available appointment!  I’m hopeful that I will pass, as I have returned to my normal diet.  But even if I fail, I’ll just have to manage for about 10 weeks or so.

The baby’s heartbeat was good and strong.  Even though I’m very anxious to meet her, I’m not ready.  I need someone to slow down time for me!  Please!

In other health news, I’m not where my primary doctor wants me to be on the asthma plan.  He wanted me to be off the inhalers and Claritin by now, but that’s not happening.  The few times I’ve eliminated the Flovent, I started coughing again.  I’m also increasingly short of breath, but who knows how much of that is asthma or being pregnant. I’m at a loss, so I hope meeting with him again soon will give me some encouragement.

All in all, life is good right now.  Except for the health insurance company denying a vital drug, I can’t complain.

… Ten more weeks, eek!

Week in Review

I’m realizing this has been a good week. A lot has happened, and it’s just sinking in now.

I prepared a list of things that needed to be done in relation to the coming baby. First off, we need to transform the guest room into the new nursery. We plan on putting the two girls in there. However, it’s not as simple as moving furniture. The guest room is the last room that hasn’t been re-insulated. The panels need to come down. I am eager to replace the closet doors and patch the hole in that closet’s ceiling that once served as an entrance to the attic. There was also discussion of re-doing the carpet so that it matches the rest of the third level. Oh, and I want this done by July so that Wren has plenty of time to adjust to her new room. This is a big project in and of itself, but there is so much more to be done.

I have had so many sleepless nights since learning I was carrying a girl. We had a boy’s name picked out, but we just couldn’t agree on a girl’s name. I would say the girl’s full name in my dream, and I would jolt awake trying to remember what that pretty name was. I never could. Well, at last we agreed on a first name this week. It’s unique, and according to the interwebz, not unpopular with our last name so I’m hoping our families will like it, too. I am resting much better at night, but we still need to agree on a middle name. (Part of me wants to continue my Scottish family tradition and omit the middle name altogether, but Okey is against that idea.)

Unrelated to the baby, but related to getting the house in order before her arrival, I am wanting to de-clutter the large pieces of furniture that have been accumulating in our master bedroom. Today a neighbor will help Okey move a large bookcase down into our dining room where the rest of the set is, as well as rearrange some of the pieces there to make it fit. Since becoming a parent, I am willing to let the wine display rack go.

While I was clearing off the bookcase in the bedroom, I came across a great surprise. Our national parks annual pass! I guess I didn’t throw it away after all during my last cleaning blitz.

What else? We just signed up for the birthing class in August. My work has been steady, so that’s good. Okey and Wren are almost over their colds. I’m reducing the amount of Flovent I take daily as part of my doctor’s recommendation, and all seems to be going well despite my initial fears. I’ve confirmed plans to meet next week with another family who adopted their sweet little girl from the same hospital at the same time as us. I saw the OB, and she reported no anomalies from the last ultrasound. And, oh my, I can’t believe it was this past Sunday. We witnessed our dear friend’s son get baptized.

What a great week. I hope your alls’s has been great, too!

20 Weeks

Today marks the beginning of the second half of this pregnancy. As someone who was told that becoming pregnant was very unlikely, I am still in shock that this, my first and only, pregnancy is still happening.

The first two months were the roughest. Hardly a minute went by that I wasn’t suffering from morning sickness or extreme exhaustion, not to mention that the asthma was yet undiagnosed. I could not have made it through that rough patch without my dear husband. His company decided to close his office in Reston, and so he has been working from home everyday. Truly, this became a blessing. Wren would play in his home office while I was resting. The two of them have this bond that otherwise wouldn’t have existed.

My energy returned in the third month, and Wren and I enjoyed exploring the outdoors together. The morning sickness continued into the third month, but it tapered down a bit in the fourth month. I still feel nausea from time to time, but I am grateful that I can keep my food down. Although the number on the scale has remained constant, my belly is growing. I’ve been in maternity clothes for eight weeks or so. My new wardrobe is limited, but I feel that I can handle any occasion. (I am still looking for a maternity swimsuit, though.)

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I was unable to travel in February and March, so I took advantage of my good health during the first part of the second trimester to visit family in Ohio and dear friends in North Carolina. Each trip wore me out, and I’m recognizing I still need to take it easy.

I only have three big trips left before September. We are going on vacation in June. Although I will be in my third trimester, my OB says I am allowed to go. I am so very much looking forward to the beach. My family is planning a 50th wedding celebration for my parents, and I very much want to be a part of that. Lastly, I want to visit my husband’s family. Summer is when his folks return North, and the family gathers at their house for good food and fun.

I am also looking ahead to the short-term. On Friday, I go in for the second ultrasound. This is when I will find out if I am carrying a boy or a girl. I’m hosting a tea party this Saturday, and I am excited to hide clues that will reveal the gender.

And then we wait another 20 weeks.