Posts Tagged ‘pregnancy


End in sight.

Today I scheduled my c-section to deliver our baby girl.  OMG!  In just over 2 weeks, we meet the newest member of our little family.

My feelings are mixed.  As crazy as this may sound, there is a part of me that wants to stay pregnant forever.  Okay, maybe if I could go back to week 28 and stay there, that would be perfect!  I have grown to love my big buddha belly and there is just no way to describe the sense of comfort and joy when I feel her moving around inside of me.

It’s hard to comprehend that it’s a human being inside of me.  I know it’s irrational, but I almost feel like there is a puppy inside of me, and we’ll have another Lucy in a couple of weeks!  Crazy, I know.  Just shows you my frame of reference… but also how I feel about my Lucy… she’s like a child to me.

September 16 at 12:30pm is go time.  I am a bit disappointed as I really wanted to experience childbirth naturally – with drugs OF COURSE, but natural still.  I dedicated myself to building up my core (Dailey Method class 4 – 5 times a week throughout my pregnancy) in hopes that labor would be easier & faster.  Oh well.

Little Miss Stubborn has plans of her own….  There is still a chance she’ll flip around and get into the right position, but for now, she’s breech and the chances are pretty slim, especially as she gets bigger and bigger.  I gotta look on the bright side:  no tearing, my private parts will remain intact, etc, etc.  The thought of tearing kinda freaks me out.  Also, I won’t have to play the “waiting game”.  I have heard of so many first time moms who have delivered late.  I can’t imagine hanging around on September 21, wondering “when?!?!?”  No having to count contractions, DEAL with contractions, breathing exercises, pushing, etc.

Instead, I show up, get a spinal so I can’t feel anything below my chest.  A couple of cuts and they pull her out… voila!  Also, I’ll get to stay in the hospital longer.  No doubt we will need all the help we can get from the nurses, lactation consultants, etc, so this is good.  I do fear the recovery with a c-section.  But in the grand scheme of life, what’s two weeks of non-movement?!?  I’m sure we’ll be so enamored with this little one, that the time will fly by.

Let the countdown begin!


Team Pink!!!

Baby’s a SHE!  We found out a week and a half ago, but had to wait to tell all of the family before going public.

Obviously we’re thrilled.  Pete says he “had no preference”, but I don’t believe him.  That little girl is gonna have him wrapped around her little finger…. no doubt!

I was really worried in the days leading up to the gender ultrasound….  I didn’t want to feel disappointed in the event SHE was a HE.  Because that would be too wrong.  I want to say that I’d be happy regardless as long as baby’s healthy, but I truly don’t know how I would feel.  Guess I don’t have to worry about it now!

We had a fun time revealing the gender to my family on Mother’s Day.  I had asked a local bakery to bake a cake with pink frosting inside.  I told everyone the cake would reveal baby’s sex when we cut into it: either blue or pink frosting!  We had Austin do the honors and the first slice was being stubborn (sign of the little one’s personality perhaps?!?!) so it was a suspenseful moment for the family.  Finally the slice came out and my mom practically started jumping up and down with joy!  I wonder what she would have done if it were blue inside?  Hmmm… things I’ll never know.

Last weekend while in NJ visiting Pete’s family, we held the news for a while and let everyone guess.  Most suspected girl, but some were lead to believe we were having a boy (sneaky us!)  Finally we passed out pink “It’s a Girl” mints and everyone was thrilled.  All of the grandbabies on his side are boys… oh and they are all over 18 years old!!

So lots of excitement for Baby D on both sides of the family.

As for Pete and I, we decided that as long as the little girl does not become #1. a Dodger fan #2. a drug addict and #3 a prostitute (in that order!) we will be very happy.

Can’t wait for our little princess to arrive!



Our “banana” is half – baked!  Yep, this week BabyCenter tells me my baby is as long as a banana (10 inches!)

Why does it feel like I should be further along?  Man pregnancy is a LONG process.  I’m ready for: no more bloody noses, no more gagging at the smell of my dog, no more having to pee every 15 minutes, no more watching the scale go up up up, no more abstinence and no more anxiety!  I am ready to experience my baby.

Good news is we find out baby’s sex on Friday.  I am counting the seconds.  I can’t wait!  It will be a long ultrasound so they can count toes, fingers, other body parts to make sure everything is anatomically correct.  I’m really just super excited to see our little one, it’s been over 8 weeks!


My worst nightmare

Every so often you read a story similar to this one and it is never an easy read.  Whenever this happens locally, it takes me a few days to get over it.  I can’t stop thinking and empathizing with the parents from the bottom of my heart.  I cannot even begin to imagine the agony, guilt and sadness they must have to deal with.  Not to mention the affect such a tragedy would have on the relationship.

Now that I am expecting my own little one, the story has hit even harder.

You see, I will be the first to admit that I can be quite scatterbrained.  I am forgetful, plagued with short-term memory, and tend to operate on a moment-to-moment basis.  I hate to write this, but I could see this happening to me, no matter how much I tell myself I would NEVER EVER let it.

Apparently the laws were changed in the 90’s, requiring that child seats to be installed in the back seat, rather than the front seat.  Apparently deployed airbags in the front seat can cause child and baby fatalities.  Obviously it never occurred to anyone that moving child seats to the back would result in so many fatality cases of forgotten children left inside a parked car.

It would be great if they could develop some kind of technology, like a remote control that beeps in the event you close your car door and baby is still in the car seat.

These occasions seem to occur way too often for my liking.  You’d think there would be more of a focus to find a way to prevent such disastrous events.


it’s an avocado, a turnip, now a bell pepper?

I get such amusement out of my weekly BabyCenter updates.  Each Tuesday the emails arrive like clockwork in my inbox, telling me how my little one is developing inside of me.  Today my baby is 18 weeks old.

Last week he/she was a turnip and this week he/she is a bell pepper.  I thought that turnips were bigger than bell peppers but what do I know?!?!


Birth plan?

So I’m browsing the September 2010 birth club forum today and there’s a huge discussion about who has completed their “birth plan” and what does the plan entail?  Umm…. I didn’t realize we were in business school!  Birth plan?  Seriously?

Just get the f$(!ing baby out is my “plan”… oh and give me all the drugs you have available.  That’s it!  What else is there to “plan”?

Clearly I have a LOT of work to do before September 21…


I passed the test!

So… this weekend I passed an important test.  Yesterday, a great friend of mine who is pregnant came out to visit with her husband.  I just love them, but there was a small part of me that was apprehensive about how I might feel when I saw her in her pregnant glory. 

I was a little worried that I might uncontrollably feel resentment, sadness, or jealousy in light of all of my fertility struggles.  Since becoming a real adult (arrived there sometime in my mid-twenties), I have not been the type of person who compares myself to others and especially my friends.  But, you just never know what the powers of the psyche may reveal. 

I am happy to report that I passed the test!  I took one look at her and I was filled with pure joy.  I am truly ecstatic for her and found myself wanting to hear as much as possible about her experience. 

It probably helps that this particular friend is fun & interesting on many levels.  Our conversations yesterday were about every topic under the sun, as usual.  I actually had to instigate her to talk about her pregnancy!  There is no doubt in my mind that she will NOT turn into one of those “baby mamas” who lose all ability to converse intelligently, and suddenly can only speak of diapers, daycare and baby registries.  No joke… I do know at least a few “baby mamas”.

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