This is a long post... It has been the past few months of random thoughts and writings that I have done on my computer just never put out there.
I might have just pee’d myself at work. Okay, I know I didn’t but I almost did. I have my office door closed, back to it, stuffing my face with apple slices covered in Sunbutter. It is sad, I have my pointer finger covered in Sunbutter to try to get every last amount out… Why did I almost pee myself… A kid threw a soccer ball into my office door “on accident” and it scared me, at least I didn’t drop my Sunbutter. I am attempting to eat it all before my co-worker comes back in here after his class, I would hate to see him witness me licking the inside on my Tupperware to get the last drop of the good stuff. Pregnant or not, it is not a pretty sight…
I am 29+ weeks pregnant with baby number 3 (6th pregnancy). This week I have just hit my pre-conception weight from baby number 2. I am okay with this, I am pregnant gaining weight is what is supposed to happen. However I have found it to be hard this time. Not the gaining part, that is easy. What I find hard is seeing the numbers go up. Please don’t think I am some crazy lady! I know that you are. I know that I will take off what I put on after I have the baby (and recover) maybe it is that I just can’t help the fact that I can’t get what was said at my last OB appointment out of my head. Dr says “Oh, you only gained two pounds this month… Watch your weight you don’t want to gain too much, hey, you only gained two pounds”. I am sorry but I don’t know what that means… Was I overweight to start with? Was another Dr. not telling me at a previous appointment that may ass was getting to large? Of course that goes along with my son saying to me “mommy I know your tummy is supposed to get bigger with the baby, but what is going on with your butt”. Yup, out of the mouth of a 5 year old… Well honey Mommy doesn’t have runners butt right now I have had to take some time off from that.
This could be my other cause for unrest… While I was told at the start of my pregnancy to continue on with my exercise routine just scale back to miles so you don’t run more than 1-2 miles at a time. I did this until mid December, then running seemed to make me way to light headed. So I took to walking, then once about week 20 hit it was all downhill. I have become WAY to inconsistent. Life and lethargy consumed my being. I still walk 2-3 days a week and attempt to fit in some light resistance training, but lets’ face it. It ain’t what I had been doing up until October. I hope that I don’t come across as being a whiner, I am truly blessed to be having another child and I love this pregnancy as much as my others. I just thought I would be different, I would be stronger, but as with my previous one’s. I am worried, worried that all is okay and worried that I am going to do something to cause it not to be. I worry, I worry internally. So I am venting it here. To people who don’t know me personally and if you judge me I will most likely not see your face so we are good.
30 Weeks and my first call to the Dr. that was the “I am sure it is nothing but…” has occurred. We had a quiet night on Sunday with the kiddos, we finally got dinner ready and PJ’s on with enough time to actually sit and watch the Newest Muppet Movie, which B kept calling “The Muffets”. It made me smile, however at the same time B decided to crawl across me and dig her elbow in my abdomen. Right where the top of my uterus is now… OUCH! It hurt, I guess my face combined with the speedy in which I flung B off my body told J and Hubs that I wasn’t feeling to good at that moment. I seriously had a pain in that spot for about 1 hour. M was moving around normal and I didn’t have any other signs that something was wrong (aside from the pain that was isolated to the elbowing location). So I watched the movie and went to bed, nope... Didn’t throw hubs a bone. I woke up Monday with no pain, no sign that my little darling had elbowed me in the baby maker. However around lunch time yesterday I had to stop grading my students because I was having this dull pain in the exact spot I was elbowed in. It just came back, out of the blue. So I called the Dr., I assumed it was nothing and as I mentioned earlier, Baby was moving fine and I had no sign anything was wrong so they just said it might be a bruise or a little tender for the next few days. So that was the first “serious” call to the Dr., I have had a few other calls to the Dr. Laugh freely please that is why I am sharing this. As an athlete I knew the answer to it but I guess I needed the Dr. to tell me the answer so I wouldn’t feel weak, what the hell is wrong with me… About week 15 I was getting light headed when running which then started getting lightheaded at week 20 with walking at a good pace. Okay, my knowledge tells me to cut it back, ease off. Yeah, I needed the Dr. to tell me that otherwise, I would have felt like a pussy! So my walks now are more like a little stroll in the park (while pushing 70 lbs. in a double jogging stroller). The second call was to find out if I could get my nose pierced… Yup, while pregnant, if I can’t work out hard then I need to do something to make me feel like a bad ass mommy (never thought those three words would go together did ya’). They said while it was safe, they would most likely make me take it out for the delivery causing the whole to close. I don’t recall removing my earrings for the birth of my daughter so why would I have to take out my nose ring? To be honest, J was an “emergency” c-section and I had my earrings in then too… Maybe I should call my tattoo artist and see if he will do it. Otherwise this mommy will have to stop on the way home from the hospital to get it done .
My 30+ week appointment was today. I am now on the two week appointment plan. The good, EVERYTHING. All looks great, how did I manage as well to loose 3 pounds… Don’t know, don’t care, but I hit up the bagel shop and I hit it hard. Coffee (with sugar and half-n-half), egg sandwich on a bagel for breakfast and a bagel with veggie cream cheese for lunch. I almost feel like I have a race in a few days with the carbo loading I did this morning! But oh how I LOVE this bagel shop. You see, being a Long Island girl moving to the south you just can’t find a good bagel. Let alone a bagel place that will make an egg sandwich the right way or pile WAY TO MUCH CREAM CHEESE onto a bagel. So when I have these before work Dr. appointments I treat myself to the above mentioned Bagel spread. Especially since I live 1 hour away from this lovely place. I know they will know my husband very well when I deliver (this bagel place is down the street from the hospital). It is the only bagel shop that looks like a NY bagel shop, they have random bakery items, multiple kinds of cream cheese (not sold in a prepackaged container) it gets weighted out if you want to take just the cream cheese. Even the man that takes your order is not the most pleasant. He wants your order and no other chit chat, I feel refreshed when I am in there, like I stepped back into NY for a few minutes. I am pretty sure they think I am a wacko because I smile like a kid in a candy store and look like I am on crack, but to a pregnant lady who wants her bagel and to snap into LI mode for a few short minutes, it is heaven.
On to the appointment. Everything looks great. I updated them on my change of hematologists, pee’d in a cup (which one of these times I just want to open the pass threw door where the urine cup goes when they open it on the other side and just say “hey”, see what reaction I get), confirmed my c-section date, paid my out of pocket expenses, and was sent on my merry way.
Hey, there… 33 weeks and the gym was a sauna today. I wish I was kidding. My teaching partner and I were sweating standing still. This is a difficult thing for me to accomplish. I sweat but rarely while standing still. I thought it might just be my internal heater that was set to high, but when I saw D glistening in the florescent lighting I knew it wasn’t me. I was looking around to see when the tropical vegetation was going to sprout and when the tropical birds would take flight. A work order was put in but still… I sit and sweat. Gross! I need to take my friends advice and try out the “Between the Sheets” from Slumber Parties to see if it will reduce under boob sweat!
