Thursday, October 9, 2014

Life Lately

I can't believe it's already Thursday.  I need to hit the pause button to enjoy this day and week a little longer!  

Since I'm just getting back into the swing of things on my little blog, here are some updates on my life lately...

  • Honestly, I'm just losing track of time while I'm on maternity leave.  I have been off work for about 7 weeks, and I have 5 weeks left before I go back to work.  I'm really not looking forward to leaving Avery everyday, but I enjoy my job so it will be alright. (At least that's what I like to tell myself.)
  • I finally got around to having a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks, and it was glorious.  Like angels sang and the sun shined brighter for those few minutes while I guzzled that bad boy.  I followed that up with a pumpkin milkshake from Wawa, a TON of pumpkin-y goodness from Trader Joe's, and several types of pumpkin beer.  Yum-yum-yum, Fall is here!
  • My husband's godfather, Tom, came to visit us from Delaware last weekend marking our first non-parental overnight guest since the baby arrived and Pete's first family member (Tom is family to us, even if not by genetics) to meet the baby in person.  He was a little bit nervous about holding such a tiny baby, but after holding her for a bit, he clearly hadn't lost his touch with kids.  Tom also cooked us a huge Italian meal that left us with a freezer full of leftovers.  While he was here, we took him to Clearwater Beach, to a local Italian market, and we spent time at the mall so Tom could do some early Christmas shopping while his hubby was nowhere near us.  We had a fabulous time, and can't wait to have Tom visit again with his husband, David.
  • We got a "cold front" here in Florida over the weekend and the temperatures dipped into the middle and upper 70's.  It was literally perfect weather, but not quite the sweater weather I've been hoping for.  I pray that further cool weather finds its way to Florida soon so I can bust out my scarves and hoodies!
  • Avery has been going through a growth spurt, which I've dubbed "Scream Fest 2014", for the past couple of weeks, making the afternoons and evenings pure hell.  If she hasn't been eating or sleeping, she's been crying.  Thankfully, she's been doing better in the past two days, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she's getting back to normal... and that my sanity can be re-adjusted.  
  • Our dog hasn't been happy about the lack of attention she's getting now that Avery has arrived. Her shenanigans have included peeing in the house right in front of us, peeing on my work laptop bag, tearing apart my lunch bag, and pulling everything out of any box or bag that's on or near the floor the minute we walk out of the room.  So, we did what we know we needed to do:  We hired a doggie drill sergeant dog trainer that a friend of mine recommended.  This trainer is seriously AMAZING and we love her to death.  While it's hard teaching a 14 year old dog new tricks, Bella has been responding very well!  We're even working on general behavioral things that have been bad habits for Bella.  She now walks like a champ on the leash (even next to the stroller!) and doesn't charge the front door when someone knocks or rings the doorbell.  I don't know about you, but I believe the last thing a visitor wants when they come through my front door is to have 16 pounds of gray, shaggy fury to tackle them to the ground.  We've also been confining her to the laundry room with a baby gate when we leave the house and put her on "place" (her dog bed) when we need her to stay somewhere while we're busy with the baby/laundry/dishes/etc. and don't want her getting into anything.  Bella has always been sweet and kind to the baby and the baby's things, but we don't want bad behavior to escalate to those areas.
  • Did I mention that 1.5 weeks after the baby arrived, we found a leak in our dishwasher drain line and mold in our kitchen?  Stay tuned for a post on that.  It's too much to go into here.
I think those are the highlights.  It's been a wild, wonderful few weeks, but now I'm off to figure out how to use this new Ergo baby carrier that I bought.  Wish me luck!

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Avery's Birth Story

Hiya there!  I'm finally emerging from being in New Mommy Land, and ready to share my birth story with everyone.  A number of you have specifically asked about this, so I wanted to share everything... The good, the bad and the sort of ugly (I'll hold off on getting too TMI in this post, though).  My birth story was not what I expected but everything turned out okay.  My little munchkin is here and healthy, which are the most important things!  I'll warn you, the story is long.

Before I even get into the birth story, I'll note that I loved all but 1 of the 5 doctors within my OB practice.  I saw the 1 doc I didn't like twice, and both times she was in a huge hurry, she was rough with me during internal checks and she seemed annoyed that I asked her questions.  Both times I left my appointments and cried in my car for 20 minutes before I could drive home, so I prayed that she wouldn't be the one to deliver my baby.  I asked the other doctor that I liked best if I could find out which doctors would be on-call if I needed to be induced, and he old me that this particular doc WOULD be on duty for one of the shifts when the baby could arrive.  He hoped, however, that I'd deliver before she came on duty, but that didn't happen.  She was the doctor that ended up delivering my baby.  I was upset about it, but she was fine when it came down to the actual delivery.  I think the other doctor talked to her about my concerns because she was much nicer during my labor and delivery than ever in our previous meetings.  My advice here is that even if you really don't like one doctor in a group OB practice, speak up to SOMEONE at the practice and try to resolve it before your delivery date.  You don't have control over which doctor may deliver your baby when you go to a large OB practice, so its best to be okay with anyone who could possibly deliver your kiddo so you don't end up feeling stressed (like me) on the day-of.  Trust me on this.  I wish I would have addressed this sooner than the freaking day before I was supposed to be induced.

Also, I chose not to write a formal birth plan.  I thought long and hard about this, and finally decided that as a full-on pragmatist, I'm going to do whatever it takes to get the job done in the moment, regardless of whether it's part of my "dream delivery" or not.  I am a planner by nature and love making specific arrangements to get what I want, but I know that the birth of a baby isn't something where you can always dictate and predict what may happen.  There are WAY too many variables and everything can change in an instant.  I felt like it would be better to roll with the punches and stay open minded about what  might need to be done rather than stress about arguing with doctors or pushing a "plan" that may not be realistic in the moment.  Reflecting on my birth experience, I'm quite happy that I didn't commit to an extremely specific birth plan, as I'm sure I would have ended up disappointed in various aspects of my experience.  I've heard of WAY too many birth plans that go up in flames the minute something unexpected happens during labor and delivery, and people end up depressed and regretful.  I didn't want to be one of those regretful, depressed people, so I just notified my doctors of my preferences and said everything else will be handled on an as-needed basis.  My requests were to have delayed cord clamping and skin-to-skin contact (even if I have a c-section) as long as both mom and baby were healthy and it was possible, I told them that I preferred not to be induced unless necessary.  Aside from that, I left everything else open for whatever needed to happen, I wound up feeling very peaceful with the outcome, even though it wasn't what I expected.  Over-planning your birth process may work out or may not, but more often than not, it doesn't turn out like you expect.  Just roll with it and take care of yourself and your baby, regardless of what your "plan" says.

On to the birth story...

I had my 39 week OB appointment on Wed, 8/20 and I knew they'd want to discuss induction at that appointment.  At my previous appointment, my blood pressure had been borderline high, but I had no other signs of issues and my non-stress tests showed that the baby was doing well.  Nonetheless, they warned me that if my BP was high at my 39 week appointment, they'd probably want to induce me.  At the appointment, my BP was high so they said they wanted to induce me starting that evening.  I agreed to do it because my baby's movements had decreased and I was already worried about her.  I'd also started to dilate a tiny bit (1/2 cm) and was 50% effaced.  They scheduled me to come to the hospital's labor and delivery unit that night at 9 pm, but warned me to call 1 hour ahead of time to ensure that there was a room for me (apparently there was a Super Moon that day and they'd had a huge number of women arriving in labor).

Me, just a few hours before I went to the hospital for induction.

I called at 8 pm and was told that they had no room for me, and they'd call me when a room opened up.  (Womp, womp...)  At 11 pm, I hadn't heard anything so I called my doctor's answering service and asked if I should reschedule the induction for the following day.  My doctor called back and said he wanted me induced ASAP, and would make sure that I was called the minute a room opened up.  I got the call at 12:50 am, and Pete and I were at the hospital within 30 minutes.

When we arrived, we were told to wait in the main lobby of the hospital and a Labor & Delivery nurse would come to get us.  We waited about 30 minutes, and in that time, 2 women arrived who were in labor and they were taken to Labor & Delivery right away.  A nurse finally came out to see me and said that they had just given their last two rooms away to those ladies, and I'd have to wait longer for a room.  She said she had no idea how long it could be, but they'd try to find me a space.  I was NOT happy, since they could have put me in one of those open rooms if they'd come out to get me right when I'd arrived, instead of waiting 30+ minutes.  However, I understood that emergent needs (i.e. ladies in active labor) were going to come before inducing me, which wasn't a real emergency.  Hubs and I waited another hour, and the nurse came out again, saying that they still didn't have any space.  She said I could wait or go home, but we opted to wait since we live about 20-25 minutes away from the hospital and I didn't want to risk them giving my room away again while I was in transit.  I did tell her that I was frustrated that they had us waiting for long periods of time in a waiting room (which had no TV, magazines or ottomans, just hard chairs), where I could not sleep or even rest comfortably the night before my induction, so she offered to let us wait in a room where they do NSTs, which had reclining chairs.  We went in there around 3 am, and I slept for about 2-1/2 hours.  Around that time, Hubs went to the nursing station at triage (next door) to check on progress of finding us a room, and the same nurse we'd met with twice previously came to see us.  She had a very rude attitude and said that if they had room for us, they'd let us know, so we didn't need to keep checking.  Hubs was livid, but I told him to be patient.  Once I finally got admitted, I didn't want to be labeled as a "problem patient" and treated poorly by the L&D nurses.  At 7 am, two nurses came in and asked what we were doing camped out in the NST room, so we had to explain the situation to her.  She'd let someone know we were still there, and mentioned that she had been working all night and no one mentioned to her that people were waiting for a room.  At that point, I felt like we'd been dumped in a room and forgotten about, which was upsetting and frustrating.

We started packing up our things to go find someone in charge, and a woman came into the room, who said she was the L&D Clinical Manager.  She seemed very nice and apologized profusely for our wait.  She said they had room available for us right away, and within minutes, we were in a room.  (She later brought me flowers and her business card, and she had several of the staff members who worked the previous night shift come and apologize to me for our experience.)  The doctor met us there and started Pitocin right away (rather than the previous plan of placing Cervadil and waiting many hours for it to take effect before starting Pitocin).  I began dilating right away, and my contractions got more regular and intense.  Around 1 pm, I was dilated to 1 cm dilated and was 50% effaced.  I began experiencing very intense contractions around that time, and they asked me if I wanted an epidural.  I told them I wanted to wait until I was dilated to at least 3 cm before getting the epidural, since I had heard that getting an epi too early could slow down labor significantly.  My biggest fear of getting an early epidural was the potential for it to run out before delivery, causing me to feel everything.  The nurses assured me that this wouldn't happen, but I was still holding out until the pain was more intolerable.  I did, however, accept IV pain medication, which was a big relief.  I was checked again several times that afternoon and evening, and I was not progressing beyond 2 cm dilated and 60% effaced, even though I was experiencing intense contractions about 3 minutes apart.  Laboring all that time and having no progress was so overwhelming and frustrating, but I just prayed that we'd see more progress soon.  My husband was a wonderful labor partner.  He gave me massages, held my hand, helped me breathe through the hardest contractions, and never left my side unless I told him he could and someone else (like my mom or sister) was there to take his place.  After not progressing for quite awhile, my doctor came in and we agreed to stop the Pitocin at that point and consider that day a failed induction.  He also told me to have dinner and take a shower, then they'd place Cervadil and start over around 11:30 pm.  I was so disappointed, but understood.  I was grateful to have some food and get a shower, but I kept having hard contractions and laboring throughout the night while the Cervadil was working.  They even gave me Ambien to help me sleep, but I barely slept because the contractions were strong and I was nervous about what was going to happen next.  Even though the labor was ongoing and induction was considered a failure, baby was doing great and was not in distress.

The next day, Friday 8/22, the doctor came in at 7 am and started Pitocin again.  He also broke my water, and I immediately began experiencing even more intense contractions.  My doctor said, "It doesn't matter how far dilated you are when you get the epidural.  When you can't smile anymore, you know it's time."  By 8:30 am, I had asked for an epidural because there was NO smiling going on, only cringing and crying through the pain of each contraction.  Once the epidural was placed, I felt immediate relief and was grateful that I could still feel and move my legs and help roll my body from side to side.  The nurses said that was a sign that they'd placed it really well.  I kept progressing, and by 5 pm, I was dilated to 7 cm, 100% effaced, and was feeling a lot of pressure down low--all good signs.  The doctor was sure that I'd have my baby that night.  Around 9 pm, I told my nurse that I was starting to feel a lot of pain through my epidural, and they agreed to increase my epidural dosage.  The doctor also came in to check me and noticed that I had not dilated beyond 7 cm, and that my baby's heart rate had started to dip a bit.  They thought this was because she was descending into the birth canal, and every time I had a contraction, her head or shoulder was pinching off her umbilical cord, causing the reduced heart rate.  Shortly thereafter, the anesthesiologist came in to increase my epidural dosage, which caused the baby's heart rate to drop significantly,  She was officially in distress.  I was also so numb at that point that I could no longer feel my legs or roll myself to the side to help improve her heart rate.  Because of the baby's distress and a dip in my own blood pressure, I was told that I needed an emergency C-section and agreed to it.  My goal all along was to do whatever it would take to keep baby and I safe, so that's what we were doing.

That was around 11 pm, and everything after that was a whirlwind.  My family was ushered out, except for Hubs, and we were prepped very quickly.  I later heard that the nurses lost Hubs for a few minutes because they forgot that they stashed him in an adjacent room while I was being prepped.  The security guys and my parents were running around the hospital looking for him, but he was found not long after that silliness ensued.  No one even told me about it until a couple of days after the baby was born, as not to stress me out or make me laugh (since I was all stitched up and laughing with fresh abdominal stitches really sucks).  Thankfully Hubs was found and he was right by my side when the c-section began. I've never been so grateful to see him by my side or have him holding my hand.

Within 20-30 minutes, Avery Jane made her glorious arrival at 11:27 pm.



She was 8 lbs, 7 oz, of bouncing baby and measured 20.25" long.  She ended up a Leo, like her grandma, with 33 minutes to spare.  She has lots of fine brown hair, long legs, big feet, and a big noggin, just like her daddy.  During the c-section, I heard the doctor say in a surprised tone, "That's a big baby!" and I started to worry.  I'd never been told that she was getting big, even though I had lots of ultrasounds and visits to the perinatologist and OB.  The OB later told me that she had trouble lifting her out of me, so she assumed she was over 10 lbs.  Nope, just 8 lbs. 7 oz.  Not a tiny baby, but not too huge either.  Her head, however, was quite big and measured over 14" in circumference.  The nurse told me that with that head size, I would have ended up with a c-section anyway since it would have been unlikely that I'd have been able to push her out.

The doctor did delay her cord clamping for 60 seconds, which I was happy about, and I couldn't help but start sobbing when I heard her let out her first cries.  The doctors held her up over the drape so we could see her as soon as they cut her cord, and she was so healthy looking and cute (though covered in TONS of vernix).  After they cleaned her up, they let me have skin-to-skin with her while the docs stitched me up, which was amazing.  I was in total disbelief that this little life had just come out of me, and seeing her open her eyes and look at me during our skin-to-skin time, only inches from my face, filled me with overwhelming feelings of love and gratefulness.

Some of you have asked me what a c-section was like.  Well, I honestly didn't think it was that bad.   During the c-section itself, I began to shake uncontrollably, which startled me but the nurses said it was normal.  I was given some meds for it, as well as for nausea, so I never ended up getting sick like some people do during a c-section.  They also told me that I'd feel some pressure while they were removing the baby from my body, but I felt nothing.  Zip, zero, nada.    I also didn't have any issues with my incision.  Moving around in the week following the c-section was painful and a bit tricky at times, but they used surgical glue and a new type of dressing, silver cell dressing, for my incision rather than traditional stitches and staples.  My incision healed up beautifully you can barely see it 6 weeks later.

Overall, I was happy that Avery was born healthy and we had no major problems with the c-section.  She did have a minor heart murmur right after birth, but it was almost entirely gone during her check up the following day.  We'll be following up with pediatric cardiologist in November to ensure that it has really gone away.

Our hospital stay was pretty good, but not perfect.  After being in recovery for 2.5 hours while we waited for the hospital to prep a post-delivery room for us, we got up there around 2:30 am and met up with my sister and parents, who waited for the chance to meet our little girl.  After holding her and cooing over her, they finally left and we got some much-needed sleep.  The nurses said we could send Avery to the nursery so we could get better sleep, but I asked for them to keep her in our room.  She slept for a few hours while we slept, and Pete did a great job feeding and changing her while I slept off my pain meds.  My hospital also gave us "quiet time" for several hours the following morning (which meant that no one came in for any reason), giving us uninterrupted time to be together with our new little girl.  We both agreed that this was our favorite time during my 2.5 day post-delivery hospital stay.

Skin-to-skin time.  Now I know how a mama kangaroo feels.

The rest of the time, we had visitors (my parents, sister, brother-in-law, niece, and my best friend) or nurses, doctors and techs coming in at all hours of the day and night.  I sent the respiratory therapists away twice because they showed up at 5:30 am two days in a row, right after we'd just gotten the baby to fall sleep and I didn't want my breathing therapy to wake her.  (I don't know why they bothered offering me breathing therapy in the first place since I didn't have any respiratory complications, but I guess it's standard practice.)  I left the hospital on Monday, 8/25, and had been at the hospital for 4.5 days.  I was SO ready for us to go home as a family of three.



I was surprised by a couple of things during our hospital stay.  First, I was repeatedly told by friends and even the teacher of our childbirth class (which was offered through this hospital) to request extra postpartum pads, mesh disposable underwear, formula, diapers and any other supplies before we left.  We were warned that they don't let you take home blankets or t-shirts, but the other items were supposedly available.  When I asked for extras, my nurse told me that I couldn't have any additional items, only what was left in my room at the time when I was discharged.  I had already run out of a lot of items at that point, so I asked her to replenish me a bit to get us through the remainder of the day before we were discharged.  It was about 9 am at that point, and we weren't discharged until 3 pm.  She brought me the bare minimum and acted like she was doing me a huge favor.  She even said that she wanted names of whoever told me I could get extra items so she could call them personally and tell them that they don't do that.  I was shocked!  Not only is that rude and unprofessional, but also uncalled for during this type of experience.  What was she going to do with names, call the and scold them?  I sincerely doubt that.  I've heard that most hospitals are pretty generous with these types of items, but apparently mine was not.

Second, I was surprised that the nursing staff wasn't more consistent about how they interacted and explained things to patients.  Each nurse and doctor gave us a different answer regarding various things, from pain medication dosing and frequency to baby feeding techniques.  One told us we could send the baby to the nursery for awhile so we could get some sleep, while the next nurse on duty said that wasn't allowed since our baby wasn't sick.  One nurse said I was getting my blood drawn for the last time, then another nurse shows up a few hours later to draw more blood.  Hmph.

I've now been home with Avery for 6 weeks.  My parents came to stay with us for the first couple of weeks, which was a tremendous help.  They're great with babies, and were very generous with their time.  My advice to any new mom is to take whatever help is offered.  Let people take care of you, and do the same for them someday if the opportunity ever arises.  The biggest helps to me have been having someone prepare meals for us, do laundry and walk my dog.  One of my friends also picked up my dog for 3 days while I was in the hospital and kept her at her house until the day before we came home with the baby.  My precious dog was well cared-for and no one had to rush back to the house from the hospital to feed her or let her out during our long days.  Again, take whatever help is offered!

I can speak to a million other facets of this experience, but I'd rather have you tell me what you'd like to know more about.  Leave a comment, e-mail me, contact me via social media or send a carrier pigeon with a note about what other baby/pregnancy topics you'd like to read about.

Toodles!

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Introducing... Avery Jane

Friends, our baby is finally here!  

I'm pleased to announce that my little one, Baby C, arrived into the world on August 22, 2014.  I was in labor for 2 days, and needed an emergency c-section, but both mommy and baby are doing great.  

Hubs and I are pleased to introduce you to our daughter, Avery Jane.





She weighed 8 lbs, 7 oz. and was 20.25" long.  She was perfect, healthy and cute a button!  She has my nose, eyebrows, fingernails, hair and chin.  She has my hubby's eyes, legs, feet, and head size (she's got a big noggin!).  She's a nice mix of both of us, and we couldn't be more thrilled.  My whole family is smitten with her, just as Hubs and I are, and her grandparents can't keep their hands off her.  She's one lucky little girl!

I will post my birth story soon, so stay tuned for more!

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Catching Up - Babymoon, Baby Shower & Updates

I realized today that I haven't kept anyone updated on things that have happened this summer.  Not my family, and not my out-of-town friends, and not my readers.  I'm a bad, bad blogger!!  So here's the catch-up post to recap where we've been this summer.

In June, Hubs and I went on a 3-day babymoon to Savannah, GA.  I've wanted to visit Savannah for years, and I felt like the timing couldn't be better.  Hubs was willing to visit somewhere low-key and relaxing, and that's definitely Savannah.

We arrived in Savannah on Friday, and I immediately found a local spa that had an opening for a pedicure.  It was heaven on Earth!!  I was overdue and my feet were swollen.  My pedicurist dumped a ridiculous amount of epsom salts in my footbath and voila!  The swelling went way down.  I knew right then that this weekend was going to be amazing.  Smaller feet and pretty painted nails will make any pregnant girl feel like a million bucks.

We explored the historic district for awhile after that, and spent time in our hotel.  We then went to The Pirate's House for dinner, and I had an unbelievable pecan fried chicken dinner.  I NEVER order fried chicken, but this sounded good at the moment and I'm so glad I went for it.  It was the most delicious chicken I've eaten in years!  And they gave me four pieces of chicken.  I couldn't touch two of the pieces, so Hubs had to help me out.  It was crazy yummy.


After that, we decided to head back to the hotel because the wind picked up, we heard loud thunder and the sky turned dark gray.  We made it back to the hotel just in time for an epic thunderstorm to unleash on the city.

The next day, we took a trolley tour of the city, hopping off at Lady & Sons for some Paula Deen action.  We loved our lunch there and enjoyed shopping in her adjacent store.


At Lady & Sons, try the Key Lime Pie.  Trust me.

We also spent some time visiting the birthplace of Juliette Gordon Low, founder of the Girl Scouts, and other sites around Savannah.  There are many cute little squares with statues, benches and artists, which are perfect resting spots during walking tours or for stopping to enjoy your cup of Leopold's ice cream.  I also loved looking at all of the historic Southern homes and imagining the things that city has been in the past 200 years.





In the evening, we had dinner at The Olde Pink House (which was phenomenal) and went on a Ghost Tour, which was quite fun.  After the Ghost Tour, Hubs and I hit up a local brew pub so he could try some new beers awhile I enjoyed a nice little Diet Coke and some garlic fries.  Oh, and the Stanley Cup finals were on, so Hubs got to watch most of the game.

The next day, we caught an amazing brunch at B. Matthews Eatery, and Hubs is STILL talking about how amazing their sausage gravy was.  We headed out of town shortly thereafter, but we can't wait to visit again.  Savannah is really such a great city.

In July, I had my baby shower, which was hosted by my twin sister and my closest girlfriend, Tracy, at a local restaurant.  They did such a terrific job, and I love these girls so much!  They used a pink and navy blue nautical theme, and had not only several easy games, but a craft!  They had my guests make headbands for the baby, which were all SO cute!!  Needless to say, Baby C now has about 40 headbands.  Here are a few pictures from this blessed event...


Tracy, Me and My Sister, Kelly

My sister, my mom and me


Champagne Strawberry Cupcakes from Gigi's Cupcakes

Favors and Prizes

Time to make headbands - everyone loved this!






I was absolutely spoiled by my friends and family, and I felt fortunate to know just how loved both Baby C and I are by everyone.

I also had a baby shower at work in late July, but no one captured any pictures of it.  I was disappointed, but my coworkers aren't really planners or picture-takers.  Nonetheless, we had a wonderful time!

After my showers were over, Hubs and I got busy getting house projects done so we'd have less to worry about for awhile once baby gets here.  Hubs cleaned out the garage and we donated all kinds of furniture, clothes and random stuff to charity.  I love to purge stuff, don't you??  Also, we touched up paint around the house, replaced all of our smoke detectors, and purchased a new kitchen sink and faucet (which will be installed next week).

General Updates:  My beloved miniature schnauzer, Bella, is not doing so well right now.  She senses that there are big changes coming and she's not handling it well.  She's taken to doing naughty things, like...

  • Chewing up my favorite Thirty-One monogrammed lunch bag while I was at work.  It was empty, and clean.  I have no idea how she got it off the console table in our foyer, but there it was, on the floor and destroyed one day...



  • She's been peeing in the house... while we're home... in front of us.  She hasn't done this since she was a puppy, which was over 12 years ago.  Usually, she whines at us or goes to the door and makes a noise if she wants to go out.  When she's feeling spiteful, she looks at us, then squats to pee, then runs away to one of her dog beds, knowing that she's been bad and she's about to be scolded.
  • She peed on my work laptop bag, which contained a laptop and important work papers, of course.
  • She tore apart a slew of used tissues, some papers and a bag of Cold-eeze lozenges.

Attention-seeking?  Definitely.  Annoying as hell?  OOOHHHHH YEAH.  Needless to say, we've hired a dog trainer, who will be coming to work with us shortly after the baby arrives.  I can't stand the thought of Bella peeing on or chewing apart the baby's things, or further destroying my house when I'll have so many other things to be concerned about.

In the past week, I've felt like baby's arrival is imminent.  I've had some terrible, yet inconsistent, contractions, a water-break scare, and all sorts of other signs, but alas, baby is still inside my tummy.  Hopefully we'll see some progress soon!

That's it for now, friends!  I'll be back soon with further updates!

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Baby C's Nursery Reveal

After months of planning and preparations, Hubs and I finally gathered everything we need for our little girl's arrival.  We had our baby showers (pictures coming soon!) and utilized those ever-valuable registry completion coupons to ensure that we have the essentials ready to go for Baby C's imminent arrival.

The biggest hurdle we've had has been preparing her nursery.  Although we plan to have her sleep in our room for the first 4-6 weeks, having her room completed was one way that I could officially feel "ready".

I had quite a debate in my mind about how to decorate the baby's room.  My first inclination was to check out ideas at ProjectNursery.com and Pinterest.  I saw ideas I LOVED.  The designs had the requisite chevron patterns, monograms and modern furnishings... Friends, they were gorgeous!  I adored the chic color palettes, statement wallpapers and ultra-mod light fixtures.  However, I found myself enamored with designs that didn't really look like they were for children at all, let alone babies.  Anyone, of any age, could have lived in those rooms if you swapped the crib for a queen sized bed and ditched the changing pad.  That's when it dawned on me:  I want my baby's nursery to look like it belongs to a BABY.  I want to decorate with her in mind, not my own grown-up tastes and desires.  I had to push that selfishness and desire for a Pinterest-worthy room aside and focus on my little girl.

So, my focus changed.  I was then looking at bedding and classic nursery items that were cute and pink and all of that jazz.  I began to entertain the thought of "cartoon-y" bedding, which had been off the table before.  That's also when my husband and I talked about incorporating some of the items from my childhood collection of giraffes (which have always been my favorite animal) into the design.  When I went to register, my sister and I found a very cute crib bedding set that used giraffes and jungle animals, but it was still girly and distinctly baby-like.  Hubs liked it too, and the decision was made.  We were going with the girly jungle animals, but trying not to over-play the theme.

We finished decorating and organizing the nursery last week, and besides a few art prints that haven't come in yet, the room is done.  Hallelujah!  There were times when I wondered if it was ever going to be done.

Below, you're getting a peek of our work...




A good friend of mine had also given us a wooden diaper pad tray for the top of the dresser, which I was excited about using.  She painted it a light lime green to match the bedding but contrast with other colors used in the room.  However, the rubber pads she put on the bottom took the finish off of our dining room table, so we decided that we need to find some other pads for the bottom before we dare put it on the new dresser.  Hopefully that will work out down the road.

We also have a monogrammed throw pillow for the arm chair coming soon, so that will be a great extra touch for the room.  I'm very excited to show our daughter around her new room once she arrives.  I'm proud of how the room turned out, and feel like it's very appropriate for both baby and I's tastes.

Now that this is done, we're just putting the finishing touches on the house to prepare for Baby C.  She should be here very soon, we're ready for that whirlwind to begin!

Friday, July 11, 2014

My Love/Hate Relationship with Pregnancy & Maternity Clothes

Being pregnant is truly a wonderful thing.  It's beautiful and it's a miracle.  However, there's a dark underside to this pregnancy gig, and everyone who's interested in being real does their own kind of expose into this area.  Even me.

Pregnancy symptoms are for the birds.  I haven't even had all of the possible symptoms, but the ones I have are making me miserable.  Swollen legs and feet, heartburn, headaches, hot flashes, discomfort while sleeping, lower back pain, widening hips, ligament pain in my abdomen, growing breasts, rounding belly, increased mucous/fluids... the list could go on and on. 

Aside from that, there are other changes going on that really stink.  They're mostly chain reactions of the above, and they serve as reminders of your temporary state of impairment and the fact that being pregnant as a plus sized woman is no picnic. 

Restaurants have become trickier.  You know that restaurant you love going to because it has all of those booths?  Well, those cozy booths aren't comfortable anymore and now you can only sit at a regular table.  This means longer wait times and eye-rolls from the host stand, who just think I'm being super picky and high maintenance before you've even ordered your first non-alcoholic beverage.  Telling the host that you're pregnant helps a smidge, but they still act put out and annoyed by a special request.  You'll also notice that some restaurants have VERY few tables, and most will be high-top tables in the bar.  This just isn't cool because even high-top bar chairs can be uncomfortable during pregnancy, and I don't really want to be sitting in the bar area watching everyone drink their 2-for-1 margaritas.  It's like rubbing salt in my wounds!  Also, chairs with arms are less comfortable for me right now since my body is getting wider without my say-so.  My docs say it's normal, but I say it's shit. 

Also, NOTHING fits right anymore.  No surprise, right?  Even shoes stop fitting.  Most of my shoes are too tight now due to my swollen feet, so my footwear options are now limited to one or two pairs of flip flops and ballet flats.  I seriously miss all of my other cute shoes!  Even the shoes that other pregnant ladies recommend don't fit my feet, since they're so chunky on  top right now.  Even my toes have little chub rolls.  I wish I was kidding.

My hands have even swelled up, causing me to ditch my wedding rings and now I also have the start of a lovely phenomenon called Pregnancy Carpal Tunnel.  While the wedding ring issue is fixed by my cheap, Target CZ ring, there's no easy fix for the temporary Carpal Tunnel problem.  There's nothing like trying to type something quickly while your hands and fingers are engulfed in that pins-and-needles feeling.

Finally, the latest bane of my existence is plus sized maternity clothing.  Do you realize that practically no one makes this segment of clothing??  It's super-specialty clothing that most retailers ignore.  I mean, most retailers like to pretend that plus size women don't exist anyway, and those that do sell plus sizes assume the women wearing the clothing are all over the age of 50.  It's completely insulting.  But plus size maternity clothes?  Forget about it.  There are SO few options.

Here's a newsflash to retailers:  PLUS SIZED WOMEN HAVE BABIES TOO!!  And we're not all dumpy, white-trash types who will just live in huge 4X men's t-shirts and sweatpants while we're with child.  Plus sized pregnant women want cute clothes, pajamas, swim suits and business clothes, too.  We want cute shoes that fit our big sausage feet.  We want CHOICES.  It shouldn't be such a hard thing for stores to grasp.

My problem is that friends often try to help by pointing out where they found cute maternity wear, but they're all smaller than I am or are just built differently.  99% of the time they suggest Old Navy and Target, but these stores only go up to an XXL in maternity wear.  Pre-pregnancy, this would not have been an issue for me, as XLs and XXLs were a regular staple of my wardrobe.  But now, my wider hips, bigger boobs and round tummy require me to wear a 2X or 3X in plus sized maternity.  NO JOKE.  Target's clothes simply don't fit right (most are too clingy for my liking) and Old Navy has given me only limited success.

Motherhood Maternity is a decent resource, but the clothes are less stylish and more expensive.  Most of my current work clothes have come from there, as well as some casual pants and t-shirts.  Casual pants in plus maternity are extremely limited unless you want leggings or cargo capris (neither of which are really my thing), and the selection of shorts is laughable.   I just don't love buying a super plain, borderline frumpy maxi dress or ill-fitting khaki pants for $50, but a girl needs to be clothed.  Decisions, decisions.

People have recommended Kohl's, but they've stopped selling plus sized maternity last year.  I've also heard about JC Penney, but their selection is also very limited and can only be purchased online.  Ugh.  No one besides Motherhood offers maternity that you can try on in the store, and even then, Motherhood's in-store selection is far smaller than their variety of online offerings.  JC Penney does not have any in-store plus maternity, so that's also out if you want to try things on.

My biggest hurdle has been finding something to wear to my baby shower.  I have two dresses I've bought online and I don't love either one.  One is passable but shows off my swollen legs, and the other is just frumpy, cheaply-made and dull.  I am probably going to try to dress up a work outfit for the occasion, which is less than ideal.  I never thought finding a cute maternity dress would be so hard!

Now on to the parts of maternity clothes that I love...

The best thing I can say about plus sized maternity is that when you find comfortable pieces, those are the only ones you want to wear.  They're a godsend as you get larger and more uncomfortable in anything else you own.  I love a full-coverage elastic waistband on pants these days (the vain part of me never thought I'd say it!), as well as tops and dresses with extra belly room.  Totally.  Glorious.

My favorite pants are these lightweight pants that roll into capris, which are keeping me cool this summer.  I have shorts too, but I like these better because they cover more of my swollen parts.


Motherhood Maternity
VERY Comfortable, but not particularly exciting


This t-shirt is also great due to the light fabric and sleeves that cover my squishy upper arms.  I own it in 4 colors, so you know it's a favorite. 
Motherhood Maternity
Nothing special, but lightweight and comfortable

I've been wearing maxi dresses from Motherhood and Old Navy, but unfortunately neither site still carries them.  They're long, they cover a lot and yet they're cool for the sweaty summer months.  They also work well for work or play, and can be dressed up or down depending on the occasion.  I highly recommend maxi dresses for summertime pregnancies!

Finally, ballet flats and flip flops are your friend when your feet get swollen and other shoes are no longer a comfortable option.  Since I don't work at a flip-flop friendly workplace, it's ballet flats for me every single day.  Even other sandals don't work for me right now because the tops of my feet are so swollen, and don't let anyone tell you that Tom's or Crocs will work better.  If you're feet are like mine, they won't cut it.  Invest in some reasonably comfortable ballet flats and you won't be sorry.  Even affordable shoe stores like Payless make some decent ballet flats, including those in wide-widths (if you need that sort of thing). 

Our Child Birth class teacher recently asked me what I liked about being pregnant.  And I answered honestly:  There aren't many things I like about being pregnant, other than feeling my baby move and kick and seeing her little face on our sonogram pictures.  I also like that no one expects me to lift anything heavy, do any manual labor, or be around chemicals (Hall Pass to get out of painting the nursery!).  Several other moms in the room felt the same way, so I wasn't alone.  I don't feel like a sexy, womanly being who has that pregnancy glow.  Being pregnant hasn't been comfortable for me physically, but I love knowing that it's temporary and will result in us meeting our newest, most exciting family member to date.  Woo-hoo to that!

So that's it.  It's a bit more of a rant than I initially planned, but you get the truth here.  Overall, despite the trials and tribulations of being pregnant, having our baby here will be AMAZING, and I know that.  It will all be worth it in the end!

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Refocusing the Planner In Me

The life of a crazy-busy, 33-weeks pregnant lady is tough... At times turbulent.... But always an adventure. 

I recently experienced some severe abdominal cramping that really terrified and upset me.  Normally, my non-preggo self would say, "Damn, I won't eat at that sushi place again."  But my preggo self got nervous because I didn't know the cause of my pain. (I haven't had any sushi while pregnant, even though I've had some serious cravings!)  It lasted for a couple of days, and on the second day, it was so bad that it brought this tough girl to tears.  I stayed home from work to rest and rehydrate (the doctor thought I may be dehydrated), but the pain persisted, and by the end of that day, I couldn't sit down comfortably but I couldn't move much while standing either.  I was really worried about what that might mean for baby and I, and if that meant that I was having any problems with my pregnancy.  Thus far, my pregnancy has been very healthy and I've had no issues to speak of. 

I decided to go to the hospital for monitoring, which was a great decision, at least for my peace of mind.  I found out that our baby is doing wonderfully, and my pain and discomfort was likely due to a stomach bug and a non-serious infection.  I learned that I'm not experiencing any kind of pre-term labor, and she's not likely to arrive anytime in the next two weeks.

Relief set in.

Afterward, I reflected on the experience.  While the thought of having a baby born 7 weeks early was scary to me, I was really most worried about her arriving before I had everything ready for her.  I don't have a car seat, stroller, diapers, or other necessities.  My baby shower is this weekend, where I will probably get some essentials, but I need to buy the rest and darn it, I need time for that!  I also don't have her room organized and decorated, which I realize is minor in the grand scheme of things, but I was still upset about it.  I want everything to be just right for her and not done on the fly.

But that's the planner in me.  I was more upset that my prep-work wasn't done than I was knowing that she might arrive before her lungs are fully developed.  Silly, silly, silly.  But the planner reminds me that we have excellent doctors, a great hospital staff and a great support system to take care of her if she's born early, but the planning and preparations are all on me and my hubby.  And we aren't ready.   There's nothing like a swift kick in the butt to get you moving on your to-do list!

Nonetheless, I was reminded of what truly matters.  It's not about having cute d├ęcor hung on the walls of the nursery, having just the right Coming Home outfit, or saving up to buy the fancy stroller.  It's about making Baby C gets here in the safest, healthiest way possible.  I also have very little control around when baby decides to arrive, so I have to be prepared in case she makes her way into our family earlier than expected.  As long as I'm staying healthy AND preparing for her arrival simultaneously, things will be good.  I'm confident in that.

So from here on out, I am committed to being focused on preparations for baby without losing sight of how important she and her health are to me.  I need to pack our bags for the hospital, finish decorating the nursery, and stock up on baby essentials.  I also need to drink water like its my job, keep eating healthy and rest whenever possible.  Physically over-doing it in June didn't do me any favors!

Here's to a wonderful (and hopefully productive) next 7 weeks!

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