R and I made a bet last night. We bet a $1 about whether or not my belly button will pop out and become an outtie during my pregnancy. I bet no, since my belly button was kind of deep (although it's slowly getting more shallow) before I got pregnant. He bet that I'll have an outtie.
The official rule is that R wins if the inner part of my belly button goes past my belly. Even a little bit.
This is obviously a really important bet, as the stakes are quite high. Go team innie! It's on!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Baby Kicks
There's a spot Max occasionally kicks at that makes me want to instantly pee my pants.
I hope as I get further into my third trimester that I don't actually pee my pants.
That is all.
I hope as I get further into my third trimester that I don't actually pee my pants.
That is all.
Midwife Appointment 5.0
We had our 5th midwife appointment yesterday. I was pretty nervous going into it, because I was being tested for gestational diabetes and to make sure my iron levels were okay. I had to drink my "Glucose Cola", as it was called, an hour before the appointment at home. I chose fruit punch at my last visit, and it wasn't that bad. Sugary. Red. Fruity. Punchy. And flat. It tasted like it used to be carbonated.
The first few minutes of our appointment was in the lab on the doctor's office side (the midwives are down the hall in their own offices). As the nurse stabbed my finger for blood (and I slipped out an "Ow!" like a 5-year-old), another nurse was on the phone with someone. While the nurse collected a little blood sample from my finger, the nurse on the phone said "So, is it coming out of your vagina or your rectum?" R started laughing, which caused my nurse to start laughing. Gotta love that. A couple of minutes later, and the nurse said I was free and clear of gestational diabetes. Hooray!
After that we headed down the hall to see my midwife. I was dreading weighing myself, but I didn't gain the 10lbs I was sure I had gained in the past month, just the normal 4lbs I should have gained. Another victory! I don't know how that happened. I have been eating like a crazy person, but I guess it's good that I've been sticking to the healthy stuff for the most part.
I was given all kinds of information to start preparing for the big day (eek!). My midwife gave me a birth plan to fill out, and I have to make an appointment to go fill out all of my paperwork at the hospital sometime in July/beginning of August. Blech. Paperwork. And to top it all off, the little guy is measuring exactly where he should be for 28 weeks, so we're on track (did you know the uterus measures in cm how many weeks you are. IE: I'm 28 weeks, so my uterus is 28 cm. Fun!). From now on we'll have to go to the midwife every two weeks.
I left the appointment feeling pretty good about everything, so we went to celebrate with lunch and Yogurtini afterwards. Two hours later I crashed, and I crashed hard. I could barely stay away the rest of the day. Thank you, sugar overload.
The first few minutes of our appointment was in the lab on the doctor's office side (the midwives are down the hall in their own offices). As the nurse stabbed my finger for blood (and I slipped out an "Ow!" like a 5-year-old), another nurse was on the phone with someone. While the nurse collected a little blood sample from my finger, the nurse on the phone said "So, is it coming out of your vagina or your rectum?" R started laughing, which caused my nurse to start laughing. Gotta love that. A couple of minutes later, and the nurse said I was free and clear of gestational diabetes. Hooray!
After that we headed down the hall to see my midwife. I was dreading weighing myself, but I didn't gain the 10lbs I was sure I had gained in the past month, just the normal 4lbs I should have gained. Another victory! I don't know how that happened. I have been eating like a crazy person, but I guess it's good that I've been sticking to the healthy stuff for the most part.
I was given all kinds of information to start preparing for the big day (eek!). My midwife gave me a birth plan to fill out, and I have to make an appointment to go fill out all of my paperwork at the hospital sometime in July/beginning of August. Blech. Paperwork. And to top it all off, the little guy is measuring exactly where he should be for 28 weeks, so we're on track (did you know the uterus measures in cm how many weeks you are. IE: I'm 28 weeks, so my uterus is 28 cm. Fun!). From now on we'll have to go to the midwife every two weeks.
I left the appointment feeling pretty good about everything, so we went to celebrate with lunch and Yogurtini afterwards. Two hours later I crashed, and I crashed hard. I could barely stay away the rest of the day. Thank you, sugar overload.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Welcome to the Third Trimester
I'm officially in my third trimester. Holy. Crap. I suddenly feel like I'm at the top of the first giant hill on a roller coaster, and there's no turning back now.
Can we slow time down a little bit? Please? I was content in the second trimester. I had plenty of time in the second trimester. I haven't even finished reading my pregnancy/birth books yet! There's no time!
Deep breath...I will not have a Jessie Spano moment.
Anyway, here I am, with just a few months to go. We're slowly but surely getting things ready around the house. R emptied out his office, and we are turning it into a nursery. All four walls have been painted, and the stencil has been started. I think the poor guy overworked himself, as he's in bed for the third day in a row sick. Poor guy.
I have midwife appointment today, so let's hope that all goes well. I'm being tested for gestational diabetes, and she's going to check my iron, too. I have a giant bottle of red (fruit punch flavored) sugary stuff to drink within five minutes, that has been hanging out in my fridge for the past month. I hope it's not too gross, and I hope it doesn't turn my teeth red. Maybe I should have gotten a straw...
And on that note, I need to eat breakfast while I wonder if my belly button is going to pop out at some point in the next several weeks.
Can we slow time down a little bit? Please? I was content in the second trimester. I had plenty of time in the second trimester. I haven't even finished reading my pregnancy/birth books yet! There's no time!
Deep breath...I will not have a Jessie Spano moment.
Anyway, here I am, with just a few months to go. We're slowly but surely getting things ready around the house. R emptied out his office, and we are turning it into a nursery. All four walls have been painted, and the stencil has been started. I think the poor guy overworked himself, as he's in bed for the third day in a row sick. Poor guy.
I have midwife appointment today, so let's hope that all goes well. I'm being tested for gestational diabetes, and she's going to check my iron, too. I have a giant bottle of red (fruit punch flavored) sugary stuff to drink within five minutes, that has been hanging out in my fridge for the past month. I hope it's not too gross, and I hope it doesn't turn my teeth red. Maybe I should have gotten a straw...
And on that note, I need to eat breakfast while I wonder if my belly button is going to pop out at some point in the next several weeks.
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