I need to give a health update. On myself. Yes yes, Olivia is doing GReAT!
And myself...
My stitches from my tear are slowly-but-surely healing. The week after returning home from the hospital, I noticed that one day, things would feel just fine and dandy, and then the next day it'd feel itchy and slightly uncomfortable. Then the next day fine, then the following day itchy again. I noticed that the stitches "disappeared" sometime in that first week home... maybe around the fourth or fifth day?
Today, I'm still sore, and still have occasional "itchy" days (or just hours). Some days are better than others, but I no longer need the occasional Ibuprofan (sp? ... I took one about every other day, or one every couple of days... just when things felt more unfortable than "normal").
Also during my first week home, the second row of joints in my hands were sore!!! Ugh. Not fun. Now that I think back, I think the were a little sore during the last few weeks of pregnancy (which made it hard for me to squeeze my ring onto my ring finger). Except during the week, my joints were VERY sore. In fact, I'd wake up in the morning, and my left hand would be SO stiff...I'd have to clench and release a fist a few to times to "wake it up"... it felt like what I would imagine arthritis to feel like. :P
Let's see... what else... bleeding is tapering off. Nice. I need to remember to drink more water during my waking hours...otherwise my pee is quite amber-0range. Yuck.
The first few days home, it took me a while to adjust my posture since I'm no longer carrying a huge load in my belly. Still need to work on my HORRIBLE posture AND "turtle neck". haha... my back has been getting a bit sore the past couple of days...posture posture posture...
Fitting back into most of my pre-pregancy clothes now. Sweet! Lululemon pants are looking good!
My belly is slowly shrinking down. Interesting to see... I wish I had taken a side picture of myself when I first got home...it was kinda a cute belly. And now it's shrunk.
My feet were swollen for the first few days home...now they're back to normal.
I believe I weighed in at 120 lbs this morning... I'll check again tomorrow.
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Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
SHE's HERE! - Part 3 - Labor and Deliver
Okay... where was I?
According to Tim, Miss Nurse was chastised a bit by the stand-in doctor... first for calling her in too early... second for calling her in and not having "the table" or other nurses ready.
The contractions were really strong--there was just a LOT of pressure in my pelvis, along with the feeling of needing to push out a huge poop (aka the baby). I don't know if it was the strong pressure that got to me... it was more of the feeling that my legs/feet were cramping up. (I can get warts "burned" off my hands, no problem. But the minute one of my feet begins to cramp up, I'm screaming, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" So I guess it just depends on what YOU consider "painful".)
Each time a contraction came on, and the "urge to push" began, it was a little hard for me to push "hard" because I felt like if I pushed too hard, it'd make my legs/feet cramp up. Does that make sense?? Anyway...
During each contraction, the doc would slowly count from 1 to 10 in three sets... I had to try and hold up my legs while pushing (AND curl my chin to my chest)... it was a workout! It was nice when Tim could help me hold one of my knees back, but I guess they eventually told him not too... supposedly it "worked" better if I held my own legs... ?
The doc/nurses would tell me "Push, push, push, push, push... Push Hard..." Honestly, it was slightly annoying b/c I had read in one of my books that the body could "push" the baby out on its own, and that if you LET it, you really didn't need to "push". Plus, you're more likely to tear-down-there if you push too fast before your body is ready to deliver the baby.
At one point, my doctor came into the delivery room and switched out the stand-in doctor. (Did I mention that my doc had a family emergency and probably wouldn't be there for the delivery? I guess once her family-thing finished up, she sped back to the hospital and made it just-in-time to deliver Olivia.)
Sometime during the pushing phase, I believe they turned the Pitocin back on to get the contractions more consistent and closer together so the baby would come faster (another "try-to-avoid" situation that some of my books mentioned).
There were points where I was thinking in my head, "I just want this baby OUT! I want this to be over!! When will this end?! Why didn't I just get the epidural? I can't do this anymore! This is all just a bad dream... this is all just a bad dream..." Yeah...I think I repeated the last phrase a few times as I kept my head buried in the pillow next to me. Yes. I kept my eyes closed, my head turned to the left, and my face buried in the pillow. I felt like an ostrich trying to hide my head in the ground (though i don't think ostriches really do that).
It was so annoying (at the time) to hear them say (I'm not exactly sure who "them" is), "Just a couple more pushes. She's almost out," and then to go through one or two SETS of 3 pushing-reps. I thought they said a couple more pushes!! Plus, I overheard someone say something like, "It may be a few more pushes," to someone else in the room.
When the baby was almost born, I think I heard the doctor say that she may need to cut (episiotomy). Honestly, I can't remember exactly what happened around this point... another couple of hard pushes and the baby came out!! (According to Tim, she thought I might tear, so she was thinking she may have needed to cut me... she gave me some numbing shots down there just in case, and then I was able to push the baby out with slight average/"normal" tearing. yeah! no cutting!) Oh, by this time, they had brought out the stirrups, and put my feet/legs in them. I think they made me feel like it was harder to push, though.
I don't remember feeling a "ring of fire" (probably b/c of the shot), but i do remember feeling the baby's limbs pass through... the only way I can imagine describing it would be giving birth to an octopus... it just felt like a lot of limbs being pulled out. Hahaha... kinda gross. sorry. She came out, they wrapped her up, then put her on my stomach. (We can't remember if Tim cut the U. cord before or after this... all he remembers is cutting the cord, and having the doctor tell him to put the scissors down...at least twice. I guess he was in a daze after cutting the cord.)
At the time, I was seriously just thinking, "I'm glad you're OUT!" But it was cool to see the baby's eyes and to see how alert she was. After a few moments, the nurses took the baby to clean her up and take her measurements, and to get a "good cry" out of her. It was a wierd sensation to feel them pull the placenta out.
The nurses began to clean me up, and my doc stitched up my tear. Afterwards, the only male nurse in the room (Rueben) cleaned me up! Slightly wierd...but whatever. My legs and body were shaking. I had gotten so HOT during delivery, but now that it was over, I was freezing! (We had turned down the A/C ealier.) And my body was just SHAKING! It continued to do so for at least an hour afterwards.
We stayed in the Labor/Delivery/Recovery Room for a while afterwards... most of the nurses and my doc left, and a couple nurses stayed behind to clean up and to finish up with Olivia. Tim had a great time watching her in her little bed-table thing.
Finally, our room was ready for us to "move into". I got up, got a new gown, I think I went pee, then got in a wheel chair and wheeled to our room. Finally getting into my hospital bed and getting comfortable was probably one of the happiest moments. :) Haha... the baby was out and healthy, and I could RELAX and ReCOUP!!
According to Tim, Miss Nurse was chastised a bit by the stand-in doctor... first for calling her in too early... second for calling her in and not having "the table" or other nurses ready.
The contractions were really strong--there was just a LOT of pressure in my pelvis, along with the feeling of needing to push out a huge poop (aka the baby). I don't know if it was the strong pressure that got to me... it was more of the feeling that my legs/feet were cramping up. (I can get warts "burned" off my hands, no problem. But the minute one of my feet begins to cramp up, I'm screaming, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" So I guess it just depends on what YOU consider "painful".)
Each time a contraction came on, and the "urge to push" began, it was a little hard for me to push "hard" because I felt like if I pushed too hard, it'd make my legs/feet cramp up. Does that make sense?? Anyway...
During each contraction, the doc would slowly count from 1 to 10 in three sets... I had to try and hold up my legs while pushing (AND curl my chin to my chest)... it was a workout! It was nice when Tim could help me hold one of my knees back, but I guess they eventually told him not too... supposedly it "worked" better if I held my own legs... ?
The doc/nurses would tell me "Push, push, push, push, push... Push Hard..." Honestly, it was slightly annoying b/c I had read in one of my books that the body could "push" the baby out on its own, and that if you LET it, you really didn't need to "push". Plus, you're more likely to tear-down-there if you push too fast before your body is ready to deliver the baby.
At one point, my doctor came into the delivery room and switched out the stand-in doctor. (Did I mention that my doc had a family emergency and probably wouldn't be there for the delivery? I guess once her family-thing finished up, she sped back to the hospital and made it just-in-time to deliver Olivia.)
Sometime during the pushing phase, I believe they turned the Pitocin back on to get the contractions more consistent and closer together so the baby would come faster (another "try-to-avoid" situation that some of my books mentioned).
There were points where I was thinking in my head, "I just want this baby OUT! I want this to be over!! When will this end?! Why didn't I just get the epidural? I can't do this anymore! This is all just a bad dream... this is all just a bad dream..." Yeah...I think I repeated the last phrase a few times as I kept my head buried in the pillow next to me. Yes. I kept my eyes closed, my head turned to the left, and my face buried in the pillow. I felt like an ostrich trying to hide my head in the ground (though i don't think ostriches really do that).
It was so annoying (at the time) to hear them say (I'm not exactly sure who "them" is), "Just a couple more pushes. She's almost out," and then to go through one or two SETS of 3 pushing-reps. I thought they said a couple more pushes!! Plus, I overheard someone say something like, "It may be a few more pushes," to someone else in the room.
When the baby was almost born, I think I heard the doctor say that she may need to cut (episiotomy). Honestly, I can't remember exactly what happened around this point... another couple of hard pushes and the baby came out!! (According to Tim, she thought I might tear, so she was thinking she may have needed to cut me... she gave me some numbing shots down there just in case, and then I was able to push the baby out with slight average/"normal" tearing. yeah! no cutting!) Oh, by this time, they had brought out the stirrups, and put my feet/legs in them. I think they made me feel like it was harder to push, though.
I don't remember feeling a "ring of fire" (probably b/c of the shot), but i do remember feeling the baby's limbs pass through... the only way I can imagine describing it would be giving birth to an octopus... it just felt like a lot of limbs being pulled out. Hahaha... kinda gross. sorry. She came out, they wrapped her up, then put her on my stomach. (We can't remember if Tim cut the U. cord before or after this... all he remembers is cutting the cord, and having the doctor tell him to put the scissors down...at least twice. I guess he was in a daze after cutting the cord.)
At the time, I was seriously just thinking, "I'm glad you're OUT!" But it was cool to see the baby's eyes and to see how alert she was. After a few moments, the nurses took the baby to clean her up and take her measurements, and to get a "good cry" out of her. It was a wierd sensation to feel them pull the placenta out.
The nurses began to clean me up, and my doc stitched up my tear. Afterwards, the only male nurse in the room (Rueben) cleaned me up! Slightly wierd...but whatever. My legs and body were shaking. I had gotten so HOT during delivery, but now that it was over, I was freezing! (We had turned down the A/C ealier.) And my body was just SHAKING! It continued to do so for at least an hour afterwards.
We stayed in the Labor/Delivery/Recovery Room for a while afterwards... most of the nurses and my doc left, and a couple nurses stayed behind to clean up and to finish up with Olivia. Tim had a great time watching her in her little bed-table thing.
Finally, our room was ready for us to "move into". I got up, got a new gown, I think I went pee, then got in a wheel chair and wheeled to our room. Finally getting into my hospital bed and getting comfortable was probably one of the happiest moments. :) Haha... the baby was out and healthy, and I could RELAX and ReCOUP!!
SHE's HERE! Part 1 - Going to the hospital
Monday - Memorial Day. Tim had work off, so we all had a nice long weekend. After going for some Chinese food in Chinatown with some friends, we headed home, relaxed, then ran to Target to pick up some things. On the way home, Tim made a comment, "I hope she doesn't come at 3 o'clock on the morning. I'd be exhausted and wouldn't be able to drive you to the hospital," (or something like that... he was teasing). He also expressed slight sadness that Baby Girl wasn't born yet, and how he might need to go into work the next morning.
We stayed up until about 10:30pm, then headed to bed. Tim fell fast asleep real quick. I was in-and-out until about 1:00am. I'd get hot, I'd have to pee, I'd get thirsty, I'd get hot, reposition... I'd fall asleep for an hour here, an hour there. At one point, I noticed that my contractions were pretty frequent, so I finally got up and started noting the times. I was having slight (and non-painful) contractions about every 2-3 minutes apart. I also noticed some slight leakage that felt like it was NOT coming from my pee hole. :)
From about 1-ish to 2-ish, I kept a record of the time and started gathering extra things together in case we had to go the hospital. I also got on the internet to checkup on some work HR stuff, and to read my cousin's blog about HER recent labor and delivery.
It was close to 3am, and I thought how funny it would be if I woke up Tim and it was time to go the hospital (since the comment he made earlier). But then I decided that if it were a "false alarm", he'd be EXHAUSTED the next day if he had to work. I remembered reading in lots of my books (and online forums) that it's best to "labor" at home for a bit, and THEN go to the hospital. I was feeling really tired, so I decided to get back into bed and get some sleep. (Plus, I guess if my water HAD broken, I would REALLY know by laying down for a while, and THEN getting up.)
Tuesday - We both woke up at about 6ish. Tim mosied around for a bit, getting his work laptop ready and making some phone calls. He came over to crawl into bed with me and noticed my pad of paper with my contraction times written on it. I told him that I didn't know if my water had broken or not, but was thinking that it hadn't yet. He wanted to call the doctor...I didn't. But he did anyway. He called her at about 7ish, and JUST as he was hanging up the phone, it felt like the baby KICKED my belly (with a slight "pop" sound), and I felt a river of warm fluid running through my body towards the exit. Woah! I hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. It took us a little while to get a hold of the doctor again, after which she told us to head to the hospital.
We hit a little morning traffic, but made it to the hospital in great time... so fast, in fact, that the nurse assigned to us wasn't there yet. So we got another nurse (whose patient hadn't arrived yet). What an INTERESTING nurse (interesting, in this case, was NOT a very good thing). :)
We stayed up until about 10:30pm, then headed to bed. Tim fell fast asleep real quick. I was in-and-out until about 1:00am. I'd get hot, I'd have to pee, I'd get thirsty, I'd get hot, reposition... I'd fall asleep for an hour here, an hour there. At one point, I noticed that my contractions were pretty frequent, so I finally got up and started noting the times. I was having slight (and non-painful) contractions about every 2-3 minutes apart. I also noticed some slight leakage that felt like it was NOT coming from my pee hole. :)
From about 1-ish to 2-ish, I kept a record of the time and started gathering extra things together in case we had to go the hospital. I also got on the internet to checkup on some work HR stuff, and to read my cousin's blog about HER recent labor and delivery.
It was close to 3am, and I thought how funny it would be if I woke up Tim and it was time to go the hospital (since the comment he made earlier). But then I decided that if it were a "false alarm", he'd be EXHAUSTED the next day if he had to work. I remembered reading in lots of my books (and online forums) that it's best to "labor" at home for a bit, and THEN go to the hospital. I was feeling really tired, so I decided to get back into bed and get some sleep. (Plus, I guess if my water HAD broken, I would REALLY know by laying down for a while, and THEN getting up.)
Tuesday - We both woke up at about 6ish. Tim mosied around for a bit, getting his work laptop ready and making some phone calls. He came over to crawl into bed with me and noticed my pad of paper with my contraction times written on it. I told him that I didn't know if my water had broken or not, but was thinking that it hadn't yet. He wanted to call the doctor...I didn't. But he did anyway. He called her at about 7ish, and JUST as he was hanging up the phone, it felt like the baby KICKED my belly (with a slight "pop" sound), and I felt a river of warm fluid running through my body towards the exit. Woah! I hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. It took us a little while to get a hold of the doctor again, after which she told us to head to the hospital.
We hit a little morning traffic, but made it to the hospital in great time... so fast, in fact, that the nurse assigned to us wasn't there yet. So we got another nurse (whose patient hadn't arrived yet). What an INTERESTING nurse (interesting, in this case, was NOT a very good thing). :)
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Food food food
Tim always loves the strangest pictures of me. Here are some that he took a week or two ago when he brought some hamburgers home for lunch. They are HUGE burgers from a shop just down the street... huge and messy!
I guess I was getting sauce all over my face (thought I can't really see it).
Lovely... :P
I guess I was getting sauce all over my face (thought I can't really see it).
Lovely... :P
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Elephant
I totally feel like an ELEPHANT! hahaha...
Even though I measure myself each week, the numbers don't seem to be increasing very much... but my belly feels HUGE! And so do my thighs! Hahaha! Strangely enough, I don't think my boobs have gotten any bigger. According to Tim, maybe it's because I "milk" myself. J/k.
I'm still lounging around a bit... but my feet and hands are slightly swollen. My ring HURTS to put on AND to take off...so I leave it off.
I purchased an exercise/birth ball the other day from TJMaxx... but I think it might be too soft. How soft/firm are they supposed to be?? I tried pumping it up with more air, but that doesn't seem to help...I think the plastic itself is just soft.
Today I go in for another appointment...I'll let you know how it goes.
Oh! Have had regular BM's all week. Nice! :)
Even though I measure myself each week, the numbers don't seem to be increasing very much... but my belly feels HUGE! And so do my thighs! Hahaha! Strangely enough, I don't think my boobs have gotten any bigger. According to Tim, maybe it's because I "milk" myself. J/k.
I'm still lounging around a bit... but my feet and hands are slightly swollen. My ring HURTS to put on AND to take off...so I leave it off.
I purchased an exercise/birth ball the other day from TJMaxx... but I think it might be too soft. How soft/firm are they supposed to be?? I tried pumping it up with more air, but that doesn't seem to help...I think the plastic itself is just soft.
Today I go in for another appointment...I'll let you know how it goes.
Oh! Have had regular BM's all week. Nice! :)
This is how I still wear my "normal" clothes...
Look how far my belly is sticking out! My sister asked me if I'd be taking me pics of myself... Don't know yet. Maybe... it just takes some time and thought, and slight work... but then again, I guess I don't have TOO much to do...just wait...
See how big I am?!? Rolling over in bed is starting to get annoying...well, REALLY annoying. :)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Yogurt and Granola
I had Tim get me some Yoplait yogurt this past weekend (with coupons!) to eat during this week. Yum yum!
I don't know if it's the yogurt, but I've been pretty regular the past three days! For the past bit, I've been going once every couple/few days... but the past three days--every morning. Niiice. :)
I don't know if it's the yogurt, but I've been pretty regular the past three days! For the past bit, I've been going once every couple/few days... but the past three days--every morning. Niiice. :)
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Slap-Happy Belly Dancing
So I had posted a pic earlier of this same situation... anyway...
Here I am getting our girl to dance. :) I'm really not hitting my belly very hard! It just sounds that way! (Don't worry, Tim scolded me once he realized what I was doing...hehehe).
Kinda gross looking, eh? And don't you just love the commercials playing in the background.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Random LIFE pictures... during my bed rest...
This is me (well, my belly) lounging on the couch watching T.V. (Good Eats, to be exact). There's Tim playing WoW with his new "brotherhood". :P hehehe...
Speaking of Good Eats, here's something good we ate recently... Greek food!
And for some reason, I got a bloody nose in my left nostril the other day. Wierd! I haven't had one of those in...forever!
Speaking of Good Eats, here's something good we ate recently... Greek food!
And for some reason, I got a bloody nose in my left nostril the other day. Wierd! I haven't had one of those in...forever!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
More Belly Dancing
This is a really short clip that I captured of some slight belly dancing (note: the "clicking" in the background is me "fishing" for Tim's character in WoW):
This is a better video... I'ved edited so just the "dancing" is in the video. (This reminds me of watching those ghost-hunter/paranormal shows on T.V....)
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Car Fixes
So a summer or two ago, the fabric part of the roof of our car began to fall off (just in the back). I guess it was getting too hot for it, or something, and the glue was coming undone. (I have a "before" picture on my cell phone which I'll have to post).
UPDATE: 5/5/09 - added picture taken from my camera. See how the fabric was breaking off of the foam? Gross!
I remember one time, we tried to "fix it" with some elmer's glue. It worked for a little while, but I noticed recently that it was falling again... AND spreading! (It used to be just the corner...but it was heading across the entire width of the car).
Everyday I'd look in my rearview mirror and see it. And every day I would think of different methods I could use to try and fix it. I researched online. Nothing. Everyone would say to take down the entire ceiling and fix the entire thing.
One day, I finally had a genius idea! I took some extra seam tape (that I had from my temple bag), got some heat-resistant no-stitch glue from JoAnn's, and glued them together!
So here's a close-up pic of "after".
And this is a pic from outside the car (very bad pic...maybe I'll have to see if I can take a better one)... the purple lines illustrate how the fabric USED to hang down. It was nasty! But now it looks great!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Hairy Back...
So I've mentioned before (or at least I THINK I mentioned before) how I think my belly is getting a little hairy. Maybe it's because I have some of Tim's genes in me. :P (Tim doesn't think it works that way...but I SWEAR my belly is getting more hair on it! Thus, I wax it).
Anyway. So Sunday morning while I was still laying in bed, Tim lifted up the back of my shirt to scratch and massage my back. He says to me, "Woah, love!" (That's one of the nicknames he uses for me.)
So he says, "Woah, love! Your back is a little bit hairier."
"Really?!" I respond.
"Yeah... just right here," he says as he outlines an area with his finger. "Just this triangle area. The pores are larger, and there's more hair."
"How do you know?"
"I don't remember it being there before. Here, I'll take a picture."
He hops up and grabs a camera. After a few minutes (and coaching from me on how to use our camera), he shows me the following picture and says, "See."
"GROSS!" I exclaim.
Tim then starts laughing, "Hahahahaha!" and says, "That's my arm!!!"
SICK! We both had a good laugh, though.
But he says my back IS still a little bit hairier than "normal". Here's a pic (kinda gross...sorry).
SEE! Ugh... If it were any hairier, I'd DEFINATELY make Tim wax it for me. But I guess this is bearable for now...
Anyway. So Sunday morning while I was still laying in bed, Tim lifted up the back of my shirt to scratch and massage my back. He says to me, "Woah, love!" (That's one of the nicknames he uses for me.)
So he says, "Woah, love! Your back is a little bit hairier."
"Really?!" I respond.
"Yeah... just right here," he says as he outlines an area with his finger. "Just this triangle area. The pores are larger, and there's more hair."
"How do you know?"
"I don't remember it being there before. Here, I'll take a picture."
He hops up and grabs a camera. After a few minutes (and coaching from me on how to use our camera), he shows me the following picture and says, "See."
"GROSS!" I exclaim.Tim then starts laughing, "Hahahahaha!" and says, "That's my arm!!!"
SICK! We both had a good laugh, though.
But he says my back IS still a little bit hairier than "normal". Here's a pic (kinda gross...sorry).
SEE! Ugh... If it were any hairier, I'd DEFINATELY make Tim wax it for me. But I guess this is bearable for now...
So far, Tim has told this event to his teenage Sunday School class and probably his co-workers. Every so often, he'll just bust up laughing and say, "That was the FUNNIEST thing I've done to you! I wish I could have let it go on for longer!"
And I simply tease him and say, "You were so excited that you couldn't hold the joke in for any longer."
What a cutie...
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Fingerprints
The other day, I noticed that I'm retaining a lot of water again... my socks leave a HUGE indent in my ankles... AND I can leave FINGERPRINTS on my belly! SO WIERD! At first, I was looking closely at my belly to see if I had any stretch marks...and I noticed small wierd lines in my skin. Then I noticed that they were from my hands... finger/hand prints! Crazy! I'll see if I can get a picture of it later...
Monday, March 23, 2009
Heartburn...again.
So after my first post on heartburn, I didn't seem to have heartburn for a few days afterwards. Oh how nice that was!
Then I came to work this morning (after staying up till about midnight last night because we were watching Australia), ate some oatmeal... few hours later ate one PopTart... 30 minutes later ate a free cinnamon roll (someone brought in)... and NOW I have heartburn. Ugh.
Maybe I can just ignore it. Haha.
Then I came to work this morning (after staying up till about midnight last night because we were watching Australia), ate some oatmeal... few hours later ate one PopTart... 30 minutes later ate a free cinnamon roll (someone brought in)... and NOW I have heartburn. Ugh.
Maybe I can just ignore it. Haha.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Hormones
I'm hoping it's just the hormones. But this past week or so, I've been getting anxious quite easily. Not anything to do with the baby or her pending birth... but just random stuff.
Work stuff...I'll get anxious and I can feel myself getting "jumpy" and a bit short-tempered with peeps at work. It almost feels like I've had too much caffeine (though I've never really experienced that feeling before, since caffeine really doesn't affect me like it does with other people).
Home stuff...perhaps bordering slight OCD with cleaning and organizing.
Generally I feel good and balanced... but occasionally I just really start to get anxious, and I feel like I am almost to the point (but not really) where I can't function. I feel (like) my heart start to beat faster and things just start running through my mind...
I think sometimes, I just feel like I'm "too organized", or "too efficient", or "too clean", that my tolerance level for others' disorganization, inefficiency, on uncleanliness is next to zero... so I just feel like crying. GRRR! This sucks! I make my usual To-Do lists to try and "help" myself out...but sometimes THAT's what starts to get me anxious b/c I'm thinking of all the things I need to get done. (Or "want" to get done, as there IS a difference). (I'm feeling a bit sorry for my manager...she is slightly annoying enough WITHOUT my extra hormones...now she's getting to be bordering "unbearable". Ugh.)
I feel like I'm heading straight to crazy-land. I have no idea.
It's getting late...and I'm sure sleep will help me feel more normal in the morning. I sure hope it's just hormones... I'm thinking that how I'm feeling right now could possibly keep me from wanting to get pregnant again. :P I guess we'll see...
Work stuff...I'll get anxious and I can feel myself getting "jumpy" and a bit short-tempered with peeps at work. It almost feels like I've had too much caffeine (though I've never really experienced that feeling before, since caffeine really doesn't affect me like it does with other people).
Home stuff...perhaps bordering slight OCD with cleaning and organizing.
Generally I feel good and balanced... but occasionally I just really start to get anxious, and I feel like I am almost to the point (but not really) where I can't function. I feel (like) my heart start to beat faster and things just start running through my mind...
I think sometimes, I just feel like I'm "too organized", or "too efficient", or "too clean", that my tolerance level for others' disorganization, inefficiency, on uncleanliness is next to zero... so I just feel like crying. GRRR! This sucks! I make my usual To-Do lists to try and "help" myself out...but sometimes THAT's what starts to get me anxious b/c I'm thinking of all the things I need to get done. (Or "want" to get done, as there IS a difference). (I'm feeling a bit sorry for my manager...she is slightly annoying enough WITHOUT my extra hormones...now she's getting to be bordering "unbearable". Ugh.)
I feel like I'm heading straight to crazy-land. I have no idea.
It's getting late...and I'm sure sleep will help me feel more normal in the morning. I sure hope it's just hormones... I'm thinking that how I'm feeling right now could possibly keep me from wanting to get pregnant again. :P I guess we'll see...
Friday, March 13, 2009
Heartburn...
Recently I've been starting to feel some heartburn. I'm trying to determine if it's related to WHAT I eat, WHEN I eat, or HOW MUCH I eat.
So far... it doesn't seem to matter WHAT I eat. I could eat a piece of bread, and I'll feel some heartburn. Fruit, pasta, rice, chicken... doesn't matter.
I don't get it all the time...it seems to fall upon me during dinner hours. I'm usually fine at work, but if I eat something just before I leave work, or when I get home, I usually find that I have some heartburn. Does this happen every day? Hmmm... I don't know. I guess I haven't had bad enough to take notice.
The quantity of the foods I put into my shrinking stomach does not seem to affect the heartburn, either. I could eat a small piece of fruit, or a big bowl of rice...I'll still get it (or not get it, for that matter).
So far... it doesn't seem to matter WHAT I eat. I could eat a piece of bread, and I'll feel some heartburn. Fruit, pasta, rice, chicken... doesn't matter.
I don't get it all the time...it seems to fall upon me during dinner hours. I'm usually fine at work, but if I eat something just before I leave work, or when I get home, I usually find that I have some heartburn. Does this happen every day? Hmmm... I don't know. I guess I haven't had bad enough to take notice.
The quantity of the foods I put into my shrinking stomach does not seem to affect the heartburn, either. I could eat a small piece of fruit, or a big bowl of rice...I'll still get it (or not get it, for that matter).
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Stomach Flu
I guess if you don't go see a doctor and have them diagnose you with something, then you might not have had it (as opposed to something else). But for me, I'm just gonna say it: Tim and I had a stomach flu this past weekend.
Tim went to a business lunch on Thursday and became sick soon after (so we thought it was food poisoning). He stayed home sick on Friday, and was still a bit queasy on Saturday. Sunday he was feeling good, Monday he was alright, and Tuesday (today) he felt a little gross again. His symptoms: nausea, vomiting (3 times), and diarrhea.
I started feeling gross Saturday afternoon/evening. Sunday morning--ugh ugh!! All Sunday my body felt SOOO sore! Had some slight stomach cramps (vomited a total of 3 times), slight nausea, no diarrhea. Peed a lot though. Food didn't sound good to me, so I just tried to drink as much water as I could (which wasn't a whole lot).
Monday I stayed home from work and slept all day. I'm happy that I was able to sleep (this weekend) as much as I did...it was hard to get comfortable with my back and joints hurting. It was NOT fun rolling out of bed to go to the bathroom or to get a drink. It was NOT fun sitting on the toilet to pee. Even walking was a pain! There were moments where I really started to feel claustrophobic and thought, "I seriously can NOT get pregnant again."
Luckily, by Monday afternoon I was feeling MUCH better. Aches and pains started to go away. Today, I'm feeling good again (except for having to wake up EARLY...REALLY early b/c of the time change! We should move to Arizona or Hawaii...) Oh yeah! And BECAUSE I'm no longer AS sore as I had been, I definately feel SO MUCH MORE GREATFUL that I'm (normally) not THAT sore. Blessing in disguise--without that EXTRA soreness, I feel like I can handle this whole pregnancy thing again...at least for now...
Things that helped during the flu: Yoga stretches, Body Pillow, Tim's massages, and an electronic back massager that I "borrowed" from my parents. :)
Tim went to a business lunch on Thursday and became sick soon after (so we thought it was food poisoning). He stayed home sick on Friday, and was still a bit queasy on Saturday. Sunday he was feeling good, Monday he was alright, and Tuesday (today) he felt a little gross again. His symptoms: nausea, vomiting (3 times), and diarrhea.
I started feeling gross Saturday afternoon/evening. Sunday morning--ugh ugh!! All Sunday my body felt SOOO sore! Had some slight stomach cramps (vomited a total of 3 times), slight nausea, no diarrhea. Peed a lot though. Food didn't sound good to me, so I just tried to drink as much water as I could (which wasn't a whole lot).
Monday I stayed home from work and slept all day. I'm happy that I was able to sleep (this weekend) as much as I did...it was hard to get comfortable with my back and joints hurting. It was NOT fun rolling out of bed to go to the bathroom or to get a drink. It was NOT fun sitting on the toilet to pee. Even walking was a pain! There were moments where I really started to feel claustrophobic and thought, "I seriously can NOT get pregnant again."
Luckily, by Monday afternoon I was feeling MUCH better. Aches and pains started to go away. Today, I'm feeling good again (except for having to wake up EARLY...REALLY early b/c of the time change! We should move to Arizona or Hawaii...) Oh yeah! And BECAUSE I'm no longer AS sore as I had been, I definately feel SO MUCH MORE GREATFUL that I'm (normally) not THAT sore. Blessing in disguise--without that EXTRA soreness, I feel like I can handle this whole pregnancy thing again...at least for now...
Things that helped during the flu: Yoga stretches, Body Pillow, Tim's massages, and an electronic back massager that I "borrowed" from my parents. :)
Friday, February 27, 2009
Rotten Chicken
Yeah... we just discovered this morning that we've had some "frozen" chicken breast sitting in our trunk for, oh, about 4 days. :P Needless to say, our car STINKS!
At first we thought it was an empty cup from a frozen yogurt shop (and thus a dairy smell in the car). Tim noticed it getting progressively worse, whereas I (for some reason) thought it was getting better.
One day after picking Tim up from work, he got in the car and was like, "You need to make sure you wipe your butt better." hahaha! (It was a joke).
But this morning, he got in the car and was like, "It's getting worse! Something must be left in the car!" He then ran to the trunk and pulled out a grocery bag of once-frozen chicken breast. After removing the bag, he stuck his head back in the trunk and took a big whiff---why he did that, I have NO idea. He then started to gag and cough, and spit.
I am DEFINATELY deep-cleaning the car this weekend.
At first we thought it was an empty cup from a frozen yogurt shop (and thus a dairy smell in the car). Tim noticed it getting progressively worse, whereas I (for some reason) thought it was getting better.
One day after picking Tim up from work, he got in the car and was like, "You need to make sure you wipe your butt better." hahaha! (It was a joke).
But this morning, he got in the car and was like, "It's getting worse! Something must be left in the car!" He then ran to the trunk and pulled out a grocery bag of once-frozen chicken breast. After removing the bag, he stuck his head back in the trunk and took a big whiff---why he did that, I have NO idea. He then started to gag and cough, and spit.
I am DEFINATELY deep-cleaning the car this weekend.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Fatty Fat Fat
This past weekend, I've begun to feel F-A-T. Ugh.
ALSO, this weekend I felt slightly sluggish and tired (reminiscent of the First-Trimester days...double UGH).
Yes, I know I'm FAR from the time that I should REALLY be feeling like "I WANT THIS BABY OUT..." but that's how I felt this weekend. Triple UGH.
I think it's because my "normal" pants that I've been able to fit into are becoming to be a little TOO squeezed-into, thus leaving me with the gross muffin-top feeling. I was able to fit into a pair of REAL maternity pants on Saturday (though they were still slightly too big), and they felt more comfortable than my "normal" pants.
Baby girl seems to be moving around a lot too, with stronger kicks, punches, or WHATEVER it is she's doing in there!
ALSO, this weekend I felt slightly sluggish and tired (reminiscent of the First-Trimester days...double UGH).
Yes, I know I'm FAR from the time that I should REALLY be feeling like "I WANT THIS BABY OUT..." but that's how I felt this weekend. Triple UGH.
I think it's because my "normal" pants that I've been able to fit into are becoming to be a little TOO squeezed-into, thus leaving me with the gross muffin-top feeling. I was able to fit into a pair of REAL maternity pants on Saturday (though they were still slightly too big), and they felt more comfortable than my "normal" pants.
Baby girl seems to be moving around a lot too, with stronger kicks, punches, or WHATEVER it is she's doing in there!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Siiick...
So this past Saturday I discovered something that TOTALLY grossed me out... colostrum. Um, yeah. I don't think anyone mentioned this little tidbit to me... I even pulled out some of the pregnancy books that I have at home and NOTHING! No one mentions it. Sick sick sick...
Gone were the feelings of "this pregnancy thing is kind of cool" and back to those feelings of "WHAT have we done?!? This is disgusting!!"
Shopping for some extra "maternity" basics this weekend helped me get rid of SOME of those feelings... ugh. More posts soon (and maybe even pictures) about my cool finds...
Gone were the feelings of "this pregnancy thing is kind of cool" and back to those feelings of "WHAT have we done?!? This is disgusting!!"
Shopping for some extra "maternity" basics this weekend helped me get rid of SOME of those feelings... ugh. More posts soon (and maybe even pictures) about my cool finds...
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