So, here we are at 17 weeks--just 2 weeks and 3 days until our "Big" ultrasound. On Monday we had another Dr. appointment and were able to hear the heart beat and discuss some of our concerns about the delivery with the doctor. She is very optimistic that a VBAC will be possible and is totally on board with my decision to go med-free on this delivery. That alleviated many of my fears and makes me love her that much more. I'm excited and looking forward to planning for the new baby. The excitement is some what secondary at the recent developments of sleepless nights. I might be mistaken but I don't remember having this much trouble sleeping this early in the pregnancy with Michaela.
At any rate, I'm cranky. I haven't slept in 2 days. I mean I'm sure I dozed off and on throughout the night both nights but I haven't seriously slept in 2 full nights. Here's the low down. Wednesday night I was so stressed after the worst possible day ever at work that I couldn't eat dinner and couldn't sleep. Last night, however, was a whole different can of worms. Let me share...
The day started like any other--dreading the thought of leaving my dear child to head into the corporate world. But I sucked it up and went to work--a relatively uneventful day (thankfully) followed by a leisurely dinner with the in-laws. At 7 we headed home put our child to sleep and Alex and I spent some time vegging in front of the t.v. Shortly after 8, I dozed off only to be awoken less than 30 minutes later with the worst imaginable itching all over my body. No rash, no bug bites, and no relief from scratching. After more than 45 minutes of scratching to no avail I had to find some relief and headed to Walgreens. Oatmeal, Calamine, Benedryl (I checked with the pharmacist--it's ok). After driving through what smelled like rotting flesh and sour milk on my way back home and nearly vomiting in my car, I made it back relatively unscathed but still itchy.
In the door, the phone rang and apparently I am the worst friend and bridesmaid ever because I totally flaked on the rehearsal that I thought was tonight but was last night. After apologizing my butt off because I felt terrible I headed to an oatmeal bath to hopefully relieve the itching. No such luck. Two benedryl down and headed back to bed. Soon the itching subsided and I was able to drift off.
Then crazy stray cat on our balcony decides that she wants into our house so on the other side of the screen she bellows for attention. Our cats answer the call and are curious what she's doing out there and a little ticked off that she's so close to their territory. I scare her off, only for her to come back a few minutes later. Again I shoo her away. About an hour later it sounds like the whole wall is going to cave in when crazy stray throws herself into the screen either in an attempt to break through it or intimidate our cats. At any rate I was awake...AGAIN! A cat fight through a screen is an interesting phenomenon. Once again we scared her off and that was the last of her last night. But obviously parched from this encounter, my obese lap cat decides that she is thirsty and the best location to get water is from the glass on my bedside table. Now since she is obese she cannot fit on the bedside table so she stood on my pillow and head in an effort to get a drink--mind you from a glass that her fat head can't even fit into. She then proceeded to whip me in the face with her tale and spill the water all over the floor. Of course being the brilliant animal that she is she came back a short time later forgetting that the water was now gone, to retrieve more. By this time I was ready to throw in the towel and give up on any efforts at sleep but alas I dozed off once more--and then Alex's alarm went off. It was like fighting a losing battle.
To sum it all up. I'm super cranky today. Feeling exhausted had soggy donuts for breakfast and forgot my lunch. And the cat was back this morning!
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Week 15: I'm Baaaaack!
I'm not sure if anyone even reads this anymore or has any care to keep up with another 40 weeks of my rambling about my developing fetus, but it sure allows me an arena to share my thoughts, concerns, fears and excitements about becoming a mother of two.
Let me preface this post by saying that I have taken the time to read over my posts from the last pregnancy and in all ways this pregnancy is completely different. At this point I am reasonably established into the *2nd Trimester* the coveted achievement of pregnancy (short of the baby) in which you are sleeping through the night, have loads more energy and all of the morning sickness has subsided. Well...that's a CROCK! I'm not trying to sound ungrateful as I am ecstatic to be expecting our second child, however I am feeling miserable. I still have the *all day* sickness, headaches, exhaustion, and can't remember the last time I slept through the night. I'll warrant that the exhaustion might have something to do with chasing a toddler around all evening after working a full day, but it seems worse than what might be expected. At this point I am just trying to make it through each day--praying that the next will be better.
On a more positive note as I do find pregnancy to be a beautiful and exciting endeavor, I have begun to "show." In my mind it feels awfully early to be in maternity clothes even though I know that I was already in full maternity attire by this time with Michaela, however I also was eating everything in sight (go figure). I was able to purchase some new (and very fashionable) maternity clothes this weekend which helped with morale, even if nothing else. In other exciting news, I am fairly certain that late in the evenings when I'm lying in bed still and quiet that I can feel the flutter of my baby. Gentle, subtle little movements that I *think* are my baby. We have made every effort to include Michaela in the whole process while explaining to her that there is a baby in my tummy and that she is going to be a big sister. I know that her 16 month old mind only vaguely comprehends the concepts which are often abstract even for an adult but she very thoughtfully pats my tummy daily and says "baybee" in her adorable 16 month old speech. And ever so gently kisses my belly then smiles proudly as she says "baybee" again.
I can't imagine how another child could be nearly as cool or loving as my sweet little girl. I am so excited to see how her compassion will translate into the ever helpful big sister. So much is yet to come on this exciting journey. Next doctor's appointment is Monday--should be relatively uneventful but will hopefully get to hear the heartbeat again! Our BIG ultrasound is scheduled for October 13th when we will find out if we're having a boy or a girl. Until next time--here's hoping that the bliss of 2nd trimester will soon find me.
Let me preface this post by saying that I have taken the time to read over my posts from the last pregnancy and in all ways this pregnancy is completely different. At this point I am reasonably established into the *2nd Trimester* the coveted achievement of pregnancy (short of the baby) in which you are sleeping through the night, have loads more energy and all of the morning sickness has subsided. Well...that's a CROCK! I'm not trying to sound ungrateful as I am ecstatic to be expecting our second child, however I am feeling miserable. I still have the *all day* sickness, headaches, exhaustion, and can't remember the last time I slept through the night. I'll warrant that the exhaustion might have something to do with chasing a toddler around all evening after working a full day, but it seems worse than what might be expected. At this point I am just trying to make it through each day--praying that the next will be better.
On a more positive note as I do find pregnancy to be a beautiful and exciting endeavor, I have begun to "show." In my mind it feels awfully early to be in maternity clothes even though I know that I was already in full maternity attire by this time with Michaela, however I also was eating everything in sight (go figure). I was able to purchase some new (and very fashionable) maternity clothes this weekend which helped with morale, even if nothing else. In other exciting news, I am fairly certain that late in the evenings when I'm lying in bed still and quiet that I can feel the flutter of my baby. Gentle, subtle little movements that I *think* are my baby. We have made every effort to include Michaela in the whole process while explaining to her that there is a baby in my tummy and that she is going to be a big sister. I know that her 16 month old mind only vaguely comprehends the concepts which are often abstract even for an adult but she very thoughtfully pats my tummy daily and says "baybee" in her adorable 16 month old speech. And ever so gently kisses my belly then smiles proudly as she says "baybee" again.
I can't imagine how another child could be nearly as cool or loving as my sweet little girl. I am so excited to see how her compassion will translate into the ever helpful big sister. So much is yet to come on this exciting journey. Next doctor's appointment is Monday--should be relatively uneventful but will hopefully get to hear the heartbeat again! Our BIG ultrasound is scheduled for October 13th when we will find out if we're having a boy or a girl. Until next time--here's hoping that the bliss of 2nd trimester will soon find me.
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