All is well with baby, just so you know. We moved last weekend, it has been a week from hell. I will probably blog about it over at the other site, but not until I am a little less pissed off. I was getting over it, but today was my move out and that started it anew. So it's been a stressful week. However, I did learn that I have some great friends. And some horrid enemies, apparently.
My last doctor's appointment was Tuesday. I have lost 6 lbs. My uterus was measuring 39 weeks and the baby was at minus 1 and a fingertip dilated. It'll never arrive on its own. My doctor said that I can wait if I want, she was feeling generous. With the amount of stuff we still needed to do in both the old and new places, it was best to wait. No rush at all, baby.
I had contractions from 3.30 on Thursday until about 4.30am. They were regular for a while, every 20 minutes or so, but then started going crazy...every 5...then 45...15...25...10. Braxton Hicks, then, not much you can do. They have just started again in the last little bit, so I'll time them and see. It would be very nice to go into labour on my own, but I don't see it happening.
I am trying to convince William to see if he can feel the baby's head, I am going for all the cheap thrills I can get. He's not biting so far. There's not much of anything going on to be honest, which has me in a bit of a funk.
I don't see the doctor again until Thursday, which is only 3 days away from my due date. I guess the receptionist was to busy fighting on the phone with her boyfriend to pay attention to the fact that I said one week, not 9 days, but whatever. I was to tired after waiting for an hour and a half to argue the point.
If it weren't for the fact that our dressers are still in the garage and I don't know where three quarters of the baby's clothes are, I'd call my doctor tonight and ask for an induction or the section.
I am so very, very, very done.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Whinge, whingier, whingiest...
...oh, who is the Queen of Whinging?
Why me of course.
I am sick, sick as a dog. I have been since Thursday. I have, of all bloody things, undiagnosed smoker's hacking cough. Which is sort of funny, seeing as a cigarette has never crossed these pristine lips.
So tell me why I sound as though I have emphysma and am going to hack up a lung any moment? Why is it that I wake up between 3.30 and 4 every single morning to cough up phlegm which feels as though it is shreding my throats to bits? And why is it that when I cough I pee myself? And why, oh why, can I not fall back asleep after I have blown my nose for 10 minutes, peed some more, and coughed up enough phlegm to make an old barrel chested man jealous and changed my pajamas? Is it because the moment I lie down the whole process begins again? It might have something to do with it. And because I have discovered that it is impossible to clear your throat and cough quietly I end up getting up so I don't wake up the other two in the bed. I slept an extra half hour this morning, from 7.30- 8.00 and then Saoirse was up. And so was I as I had a shit load of packing to do. Did I do it? No, not really...I put most of it off until this evening.
I had my 37 week appointment today, I left Saoirse at home with Taylor; it was rather pleasant having that hour to myself. HA...how said is that? Anyway, she sort of freaked me out. She said "You're okay for this week, but we'll see what happens next week." By the time that sank in she was gone. I'm very slow on the uptake. I think she was saying that I might want to consider being induced next week. Soooooo against my plans. First off, I will be in the midst of both cleaning this house and unpacking the new one. Second, I don't want to be induced. As my mother very sensibly pointed out however, I am not sleeping and I am a bit of a miserable bitch. Not that she called me a miserable bitch, but she hinted. My doctor said that the longer I go, the harder the labour will be. I suppose labour is meant to be hard and there is a reason women often choose drugs. I did tell her that I don't want to be induced and if it's late I want a section. Wimp? Yes I am.
Gained 3 lbs this week. That's what I get for bragging about losing the previous weeks. My uterus is measuring 38 weeks still, so that means no change since week 34. Odd. Baby is at -2, cervix is closed tight. You see, if it was up to my body the baby would stay there forever more.
Back next Tuesday, the day after moving day. I may just say "Rip it out now."
Why me of course.
I am sick, sick as a dog. I have been since Thursday. I have, of all bloody things, undiagnosed smoker's hacking cough. Which is sort of funny, seeing as a cigarette has never crossed these pristine lips.
So tell me why I sound as though I have emphysma and am going to hack up a lung any moment? Why is it that I wake up between 3.30 and 4 every single morning to cough up phlegm which feels as though it is shreding my throats to bits? And why is it that when I cough I pee myself? And why, oh why, can I not fall back asleep after I have blown my nose for 10 minutes, peed some more, and coughed up enough phlegm to make an old barrel chested man jealous and changed my pajamas? Is it because the moment I lie down the whole process begins again? It might have something to do with it. And because I have discovered that it is impossible to clear your throat and cough quietly I end up getting up so I don't wake up the other two in the bed. I slept an extra half hour this morning, from 7.30- 8.00 and then Saoirse was up. And so was I as I had a shit load of packing to do. Did I do it? No, not really...I put most of it off until this evening.
I had my 37 week appointment today, I left Saoirse at home with Taylor; it was rather pleasant having that hour to myself. HA...how said is that? Anyway, she sort of freaked me out. She said "You're okay for this week, but we'll see what happens next week." By the time that sank in she was gone. I'm very slow on the uptake. I think she was saying that I might want to consider being induced next week. Soooooo against my plans. First off, I will be in the midst of both cleaning this house and unpacking the new one. Second, I don't want to be induced. As my mother very sensibly pointed out however, I am not sleeping and I am a bit of a miserable bitch. Not that she called me a miserable bitch, but she hinted. My doctor said that the longer I go, the harder the labour will be. I suppose labour is meant to be hard and there is a reason women often choose drugs. I did tell her that I don't want to be induced and if it's late I want a section. Wimp? Yes I am.
Gained 3 lbs this week. That's what I get for bragging about losing the previous weeks. My uterus is measuring 38 weeks still, so that means no change since week 34. Odd. Baby is at -2, cervix is closed tight. You see, if it was up to my body the baby would stay there forever more.
Back next Tuesday, the day after moving day. I may just say "Rip it out now."
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
36 week appointment
# weeks pregnant: 36 and 2 days
Weight lost: 1 lb
Current weight: Not quite as high as I thought, but too high to admit to you all just how fat I am. Just a note that I started this pregnancy out weighing 10lbs MORE than I did at 9 months pregnant with Saoirse. Sad, sad, sad.
Total weight gain thus far: 10 lbs, minus 3 lost = 7 lbs.
Blood pressure: 132/68
Uterus measuring: 38 (same as 2 weeks ago)
Test results: negative for Group B Strep.
So the baby has dropped. None of my others had dropped by this point so this is a pleasant surprise. The doctor estimates about 8lbs, but I am leaning more towards 9. We will see. Back again next Tuesday.
It has been a totally crappy week. I am pretty sure I have hemorrhoids, which would be another first. I was too embarassed to ask her to check. Packing and trying to keep the house at any level of cleanliness is almost impossible, and the whole move has both William and I stressed out and snapping at each other constantly. Ah well, hopefully the move will go well and we can enjoy the last few weeks of this pregnancy. Which I have decided will definitely be my last. I can not do this again.
We will have her by August 18th at the latest. Because I don't want to be induced I am hoping to go into labour before the 2 weeks are up. However, because my 42 weeks falls on a Sunday and because my doctor only does scheduled sections on Thursday and Fridays, I would have the section at 12 days post 40 weeks. I really don't want to go over the 42 weeks, after reading up on it, there is potentially alot that could go wrong.
Weight lost: 1 lb
Current weight: Not quite as high as I thought, but too high to admit to you all just how fat I am. Just a note that I started this pregnancy out weighing 10lbs MORE than I did at 9 months pregnant with Saoirse. Sad, sad, sad.
Total weight gain thus far: 10 lbs, minus 3 lost = 7 lbs.
Blood pressure: 132/68
Uterus measuring: 38 (same as 2 weeks ago)
Test results: negative for Group B Strep.
So the baby has dropped. None of my others had dropped by this point so this is a pleasant surprise. The doctor estimates about 8lbs, but I am leaning more towards 9. We will see. Back again next Tuesday.
It has been a totally crappy week. I am pretty sure I have hemorrhoids, which would be another first. I was too embarassed to ask her to check. Packing and trying to keep the house at any level of cleanliness is almost impossible, and the whole move has both William and I stressed out and snapping at each other constantly. Ah well, hopefully the move will go well and we can enjoy the last few weeks of this pregnancy. Which I have decided will definitely be my last. I can not do this again.
We will have her by August 18th at the latest. Because I don't want to be induced I am hoping to go into labour before the 2 weeks are up. However, because my 42 weeks falls on a Sunday and because my doctor only does scheduled sections on Thursday and Fridays, I would have the section at 12 days post 40 weeks. I really don't want to go over the 42 weeks, after reading up on it, there is potentially alot that could go wrong.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Maternity leave benefits
Happy days!
I once wrote that I was worried about how small my EI payments would be, as I had only worked 8 months between Saoirse and this baby. I was hoping for between $200-250 every 2 weeks.
Last Thursday I checked my bank account and there was a deposit of $238. So that was OK, pretty much right in the middle of what I was hoping to get. Enough to pay 4 bills a month and with the other incomes coming in, we should have an extra $1000 per month. (Reality of course, is totally different and somehow that extra money seems to disappear, mostly spent on foolish purhases, most often by myself.)
Yesterday I received an EI statement benefit, and that payment of $238 was only a weekly one! So really I am due $476 or so every 2 weeks. This is a great thing, as if I can stop spending money we could actually bank $1500 a month. It will never happen but the thought is nice.
Again, I have lucked out with my EI payments as even $400 every 2 weeks is more than I would have made at work in months like October and November when sometimes I could go with a shift only once a pay period. So although to most people this is a very small amount for me it works out very well. Who can complain about getting paid to stay home with two lovely little girls? Not I.
There are days I am very grateful to live in Canada.
I once wrote that I was worried about how small my EI payments would be, as I had only worked 8 months between Saoirse and this baby. I was hoping for between $200-250 every 2 weeks.
Last Thursday I checked my bank account and there was a deposit of $238. So that was OK, pretty much right in the middle of what I was hoping to get. Enough to pay 4 bills a month and with the other incomes coming in, we should have an extra $1000 per month. (Reality of course, is totally different and somehow that extra money seems to disappear, mostly spent on foolish purhases, most often by myself.)
Yesterday I received an EI statement benefit, and that payment of $238 was only a weekly one! So really I am due $476 or so every 2 weeks. This is a great thing, as if I can stop spending money we could actually bank $1500 a month. It will never happen but the thought is nice.
Again, I have lucked out with my EI payments as even $400 every 2 weeks is more than I would have made at work in months like October and November when sometimes I could go with a shift only once a pay period. So although to most people this is a very small amount for me it works out very well. Who can complain about getting paid to stay home with two lovely little girls? Not I.
There are days I am very grateful to live in Canada.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
She so never said she was going to do that
Number of weeks pregnant: 34 and 2 days
Uterus measuring: 38
Blood pressure: 142/66
Weight gained: Nada, zip, zero
Weight lost: 2 lbs! Happy days! I wonder why I can't do that when I'm not pregnant.
Cervix: closed, closed, closed
Questions asked: None, I really don't have any
Today was my first "pants down" visit as the NA calls it. The doctor measured, probed and did the cervix check. She then did a swab. I wasn't thinking about it and then all of a sudden up my bum it went! I forgot all about this. It was done I am sure at my first appointment, when she actually told me what she was doing, but today was a bit of a shocker. Frankly, I like someone to tell me that something is about to enter my arse. The element of surprise is not always pleasing. As it was I was feeling very gassy so in reality she is extremely lucky I didn't fart in her face. I don't know what it is about last trimester gas, but it is most definitely not pleasing to the nose.
She asked if I still wanted to try vaginally and I said "Ach, I don't know, I change my mind everyday." And I do. What I do not want is an induction. If she does go more than 2 weeks late than I will opt for a section. I am not willing to be induced, go through 16 hours of labour and then be told that I need the section. Of course, I do realize that I could go into labour on my own and still end up with a section but somehow that doesn't seem as bad.
Anyway, back in 2 weeks. No sign of an ultrasound unless I'm measuring more than 40 weeks I assume.
Totally unrelated but just to share some of my pain and misery, since I'm sure you've come to expect it, but we are in the midst of a mini heat wave. I don't know how much warmer it is when you are pregnant but we were expected to break a record of 32.7 and I am quite sure it happened and my pregnant self registered it as at least 40. Blech. Warmer than Cancun today it was. I am hot, sweaty, sticky and stinky to be quite frank. I'd be happy with a nice 23.
Uterus measuring: 38
Blood pressure: 142/66
Weight gained: Nada, zip, zero
Weight lost: 2 lbs! Happy days! I wonder why I can't do that when I'm not pregnant.
Cervix: closed, closed, closed
Questions asked: None, I really don't have any
Today was my first "pants down" visit as the NA calls it. The doctor measured, probed and did the cervix check. She then did a swab. I wasn't thinking about it and then all of a sudden up my bum it went! I forgot all about this. It was done I am sure at my first appointment, when she actually told me what she was doing, but today was a bit of a shocker. Frankly, I like someone to tell me that something is about to enter my arse. The element of surprise is not always pleasing. As it was I was feeling very gassy so in reality she is extremely lucky I didn't fart in her face. I don't know what it is about last trimester gas, but it is most definitely not pleasing to the nose.
She asked if I still wanted to try vaginally and I said "Ach, I don't know, I change my mind everyday." And I do. What I do not want is an induction. If she does go more than 2 weeks late than I will opt for a section. I am not willing to be induced, go through 16 hours of labour and then be told that I need the section. Of course, I do realize that I could go into labour on my own and still end up with a section but somehow that doesn't seem as bad.
Anyway, back in 2 weeks. No sign of an ultrasound unless I'm measuring more than 40 weeks I assume.
Totally unrelated but just to share some of my pain and misery, since I'm sure you've come to expect it, but we are in the midst of a mini heat wave. I don't know how much warmer it is when you are pregnant but we were expected to break a record of 32.7 and I am quite sure it happened and my pregnant self registered it as at least 40. Blech. Warmer than Cancun today it was. I am hot, sweaty, sticky and stinky to be quite frank. I'd be happy with a nice 23.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
34 is a lovely number
We've made it to 34 weeks, and I would say that anytime this baby is ready so is her mother.
Minus the fact that I am not ready for the big move, but whatever, it just means I will be very dependant on my mother's help in packing and cleaning. It would probably be for the best really, as she and William together would just throw everything away, leaving me no option about being indecisive and keeping toys that are now 11 years old. I kept alot of stuff after Taylor and Liam thinking that if I ever had another baby I might want to use it. Here's the reality...there are not many outfits that were cute in 1995 that are still cute now. Except for the lovely blue knit Gap sweater that I even put Liam in. Only once, then I realized that clothes really are not gender neutral. As for toys, Saoirse will get plenty of her own dolls and cars and whatnot. Though I am glad I kept most of Taylor and Liam's books, because books are bloody expensive now and at the time I had a 30% discount. Anyway, my point was that should baby arrive early my mum and William will just throw all my crap away. Of which I have alot.
Things are going very well, with the exception of my desire to take afternoon naps and the fact that I can not lie on my back for even a minute without an attack of sciatica on my left side. Massage has been recommended and if it weren't for the fact that my fat arse would have to be touched I might actually consider it. I don't want to hear anyone puking into a bucket because they are forced to touch my bum.
Doctor's appointment on Tuesday so talk then.
Minus the fact that I am not ready for the big move, but whatever, it just means I will be very dependant on my mother's help in packing and cleaning. It would probably be for the best really, as she and William together would just throw everything away, leaving me no option about being indecisive and keeping toys that are now 11 years old. I kept alot of stuff after Taylor and Liam thinking that if I ever had another baby I might want to use it. Here's the reality...there are not many outfits that were cute in 1995 that are still cute now. Except for the lovely blue knit Gap sweater that I even put Liam in. Only once, then I realized that clothes really are not gender neutral. As for toys, Saoirse will get plenty of her own dolls and cars and whatnot. Though I am glad I kept most of Taylor and Liam's books, because books are bloody expensive now and at the time I had a 30% discount. Anyway, my point was that should baby arrive early my mum and William will just throw all my crap away. Of which I have alot.
Things are going very well, with the exception of my desire to take afternoon naps and the fact that I can not lie on my back for even a minute without an attack of sciatica on my left side. Massage has been recommended and if it weren't for the fact that my fat arse would have to be touched I might actually consider it. I don't want to hear anyone puking into a bucket because they are forced to touch my bum.
Doctor's appointment on Tuesday so talk then.
Monday, June 19, 2006
I forgot to say...
When I wrote the last post about my doctor waiting to see about the baby's size before deciding on potential methods of delivery I asked if that meant I was going to have an ultrasound.
"Ah, we'll see."
Huh? How exactly are we going to decide the size of this child? Are we going to go with a guess-timate? It is not that I do not entirely trust her word, she's 2 for 3 with my lot but the one that was wrong was way wrong.
For Taylor she said high 7s, low 8s. She was 7lbs 15oz so not a bad guess. Saoirse she was pretty dead on..high 8s she says and the baby was 8 lbs 14.
But Liam...well, she said high 7s and he was 9lbs 9 oz. Now I know that's nothing for some people (high 10s for Devynn's little guy) but as I have a negative 6 pain tolerance I am not wishing for a baby so big. Even though they are the most adorable things ever.
Liam was actually my easiest birth, but this has nothing to do with what I am writing this post about.
What I am writing about is ultrasounds. Now I know that there are an awful lot of people who legitimately need many ultrasounds. But I am amazed by the amount of blogs I read where they seem to be going for an u/s every week or two, just to see the baby. In a way I wish I could do that too, but I would worry about the side effects. I think I would rather know that the baby is healthy and leave it at that, with a nice picture for my scrapbook. That being said, I do want one more ultrasound with this baby as I actually think my dates might be off and she really might be due in July.
I mean absolutely no offense to those people who have had multiple ultrasounds, I suppose the right to do so is one of the joys of being in the United States and though there might be pay as you go places here, I certainly don't know of them. When I was pregnant with Taylor I was told that I would only get one ultrasound unless there was something wrong. They wouldn't even tell me what she was and that I will totally blame on Americans. The tech said "Too many Americans sue when the baby arrives as the opposite sex so we aren't allowed to tell." With Liam I had two, the second was because in the first his head appeared to be shaped like a lemon (picture if you will Stewie from the Family Guy, which is exactly what I pictured and that was pre-Family Guy.) I think I wrote about that in the other blog. I had two again with Saoirse, and her second was because in the first they discovered she only had a 2 vessel cord so they needed to see how her kidneys were developing.
I don't regret the fact that I only had one with Taylor, she was totally worth the wait. Still, it was nice to see Liam and Saoirse at two different times. And it certainly won't kill me if I don't get to see the baby once more before she arrives. It's not like it would actually help me decide on a name.
"Ah, we'll see."
Huh? How exactly are we going to decide the size of this child? Are we going to go with a guess-timate? It is not that I do not entirely trust her word, she's 2 for 3 with my lot but the one that was wrong was way wrong.
For Taylor she said high 7s, low 8s. She was 7lbs 15oz so not a bad guess. Saoirse she was pretty dead on..high 8s she says and the baby was 8 lbs 14.
But Liam...well, she said high 7s and he was 9lbs 9 oz. Now I know that's nothing for some people (high 10s for Devynn's little guy) but as I have a negative 6 pain tolerance I am not wishing for a baby so big. Even though they are the most adorable things ever.
Liam was actually my easiest birth, but this has nothing to do with what I am writing this post about.
What I am writing about is ultrasounds. Now I know that there are an awful lot of people who legitimately need many ultrasounds. But I am amazed by the amount of blogs I read where they seem to be going for an u/s every week or two, just to see the baby. In a way I wish I could do that too, but I would worry about the side effects. I think I would rather know that the baby is healthy and leave it at that, with a nice picture for my scrapbook. That being said, I do want one more ultrasound with this baby as I actually think my dates might be off and she really might be due in July.
I mean absolutely no offense to those people who have had multiple ultrasounds, I suppose the right to do so is one of the joys of being in the United States and though there might be pay as you go places here, I certainly don't know of them. When I was pregnant with Taylor I was told that I would only get one ultrasound unless there was something wrong. They wouldn't even tell me what she was and that I will totally blame on Americans. The tech said "Too many Americans sue when the baby arrives as the opposite sex so we aren't allowed to tell." With Liam I had two, the second was because in the first his head appeared to be shaped like a lemon (picture if you will Stewie from the Family Guy, which is exactly what I pictured and that was pre-Family Guy.) I think I wrote about that in the other blog. I had two again with Saoirse, and her second was because in the first they discovered she only had a 2 vessel cord so they needed to see how her kidneys were developing.
I don't regret the fact that I only had one with Taylor, she was totally worth the wait. Still, it was nice to see Liam and Saoirse at two different times. And it certainly won't kill me if I don't get to see the baby once more before she arrives. It's not like it would actually help me decide on a name.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
The 32 week appointment
Time spent in current state: 32 weeks and 3 days
Blood pressure: 128/78 (not too bad)
Weight gained: 3lbs*
Current weight: still don't know
Chance I'll find out: 100%. As if I won't be able to look at my pre-natal sheets when they give them to me.
Chance I will tell you when I find out: practically nil.
Uterus measuring: 36 weeks. After a bit of manouvering the baby on the doctor's part, it became 35.
Baby's heartrate: fast. Huh? She must've forgot her watch today and didn't time it or something.
Next appointment: 34 weeks..June 27. The dreaded pants down appointments start now.
Another quick visit. Had Saoirse with me so this was fine on my part. She mentioned something about waiting to see how big the baby was before deciding on induction or c-section, which I think she also said the last time so forgive me if I'm repeating myself, and I said that I think we would like to try and go as natural as possible this time (well, with drugs of course. I'm not crazy, people.) Seeing as how two nights ago I was perfectly willing, and in fact praying, to give birth to a 32 weeker, what do you think the chances are I will actually go to 42 should baby decide to take her time? Slim to none? That's what I say too, but we'll give it a go. You're in for alot of bitching, so to those lovely gals who said they don't mind and I can bitch away I just have to say that if you stick around I'll adore you all forever.
*3 lbs. Figuring that you gain about a pound a week in the last couple of months -until you start losing of course- 2 lbs should have been about right. So where did that extra pound come from? I can tell you. It was that half slab of brownies. Oh, butter cream chocolate chunk, look at how much I loved you...giving only tiny slices to Taylor and Liam and none to William who didn't like you anyway, and only wee bites to Saoirse...saving most for me, and what do you do, butter cream chocolate chuck? How do you reward me for my adoration?? You add a pound to my already chunky frame. Thanks. Thanks alot. My thighs and I will really have to reconsider our relationship with you. I think we might be kaput, which sort of breaks my heart.
Blood pressure: 128/78 (not too bad)
Weight gained: 3lbs*
Current weight: still don't know
Chance I'll find out: 100%. As if I won't be able to look at my pre-natal sheets when they give them to me.
Chance I will tell you when I find out: practically nil.
Uterus measuring: 36 weeks. After a bit of manouvering the baby on the doctor's part, it became 35.
Baby's heartrate: fast. Huh? She must've forgot her watch today and didn't time it or something.
Next appointment: 34 weeks..June 27. The dreaded pants down appointments start now.
Another quick visit. Had Saoirse with me so this was fine on my part. She mentioned something about waiting to see how big the baby was before deciding on induction or c-section, which I think she also said the last time so forgive me if I'm repeating myself, and I said that I think we would like to try and go as natural as possible this time (well, with drugs of course. I'm not crazy, people.) Seeing as how two nights ago I was perfectly willing, and in fact praying, to give birth to a 32 weeker, what do you think the chances are I will actually go to 42 should baby decide to take her time? Slim to none? That's what I say too, but we'll give it a go. You're in for alot of bitching, so to those lovely gals who said they don't mind and I can bitch away I just have to say that if you stick around I'll adore you all forever.
*3 lbs. Figuring that you gain about a pound a week in the last couple of months -until you start losing of course- 2 lbs should have been about right. So where did that extra pound come from? I can tell you. It was that half slab of brownies. Oh, butter cream chocolate chunk, look at how much I loved you...giving only tiny slices to Taylor and Liam and none to William who didn't like you anyway, and only wee bites to Saoirse...saving most for me, and what do you do, butter cream chocolate chuck? How do you reward me for my adoration?? You add a pound to my already chunky frame. Thanks. Thanks alot. My thighs and I will really have to reconsider our relationship with you. I think we might be kaput, which sort of breaks my heart.
Monday, June 12, 2006
32 down, 8 to go
Sometimes it feels this pregnancy has flown by and at others I feel as though I have been pregnant for years. I wish I had been a blogger when I was pregnant with Saoirse or at least kept a journal. I did write her a handful of letters so if I pull those out I might get an idea of how I was feeling.
Because right now I feel like I am in the midst of the worst pregnancy ever! And I know that this is so not true, I read blogs about mums on bedrest and miscarriages and early arrivals so in reality I know that this baby and I are doing great. It's just that when you're lying in bed at night and you can't find a comfortable position you feel absolutely miserable and totally sorry for yourself. At least I do. Last night I was on my hands and knees (and there was no sex involved whatsoever!) because I couldn't have any part of my stomach touching the bed, for some reason it hurt like crazy, and I was just wishing for it to be over. Last night I would have gladly had a 32 weeker, this morning I am grateful that she is safe inside me.
I was talking to my friend Shelley last night, she has been on nights the since Thursday so I've not talked to her at all, but on Friday she had a brief conversation with William who had told her I had had a bad week, lots of back pain and the start of Braxton Hicks contractions. I only ever had them with Saoirse, and they were nothing compared to this one, where they seem to come and go all day. Anyway, Shelley said to me "Do not have this baby early, we have no room at all." Apparently, every NICU in the region is full, they are flying babies to Saskatchewan. I asked if the mother goes with them and she said no, if you've had a section you can't fly out. Imagine that...you've got a brand new baby, who is 6 or 7 weeks early and you cannot be with them. I would fall apart I think. No, I definitely would.
So although I bitch and complain and all you poor souls out in bloggerland have to read about it, I am glad that other than pain and discomfort all is well! Except I would really prefer not to pee 4 times in one hour. That'd be nice.
In other news, I applied for my EI benefits on Friday. It takes a month so at least I'll be finding out how much I get before the baby's arrival and we can adjust our (my) spending habits accordingly. I foolishly put in that I had had small weeks (where I earned greater than 0 but less than $225) and they ask for proof of it. For fecks sakes! If youknow me, you know that I do not keep all my paystubs, I'd be lucky to find a quarter of them. I think they affect me negatively so I am going to take a quick look around and if I find none I will call and say so. The gal said it shouldn't be too big a deal, but I do need to let them know either way so my form can be processed. I'm not expecting much as I only had 800 hours, maybe $200-250 biweekly. That's my four household bills per month so if I get that I will be pleased. Any extra is just a bonus.
Because right now I feel like I am in the midst of the worst pregnancy ever! And I know that this is so not true, I read blogs about mums on bedrest and miscarriages and early arrivals so in reality I know that this baby and I are doing great. It's just that when you're lying in bed at night and you can't find a comfortable position you feel absolutely miserable and totally sorry for yourself. At least I do. Last night I was on my hands and knees (and there was no sex involved whatsoever!) because I couldn't have any part of my stomach touching the bed, for some reason it hurt like crazy, and I was just wishing for it to be over. Last night I would have gladly had a 32 weeker, this morning I am grateful that she is safe inside me.
I was talking to my friend Shelley last night, she has been on nights the since Thursday so I've not talked to her at all, but on Friday she had a brief conversation with William who had told her I had had a bad week, lots of back pain and the start of Braxton Hicks contractions. I only ever had them with Saoirse, and they were nothing compared to this one, where they seem to come and go all day. Anyway, Shelley said to me "Do not have this baby early, we have no room at all." Apparently, every NICU in the region is full, they are flying babies to Saskatchewan. I asked if the mother goes with them and she said no, if you've had a section you can't fly out. Imagine that...you've got a brand new baby, who is 6 or 7 weeks early and you cannot be with them. I would fall apart I think. No, I definitely would.
So although I bitch and complain and all you poor souls out in bloggerland have to read about it, I am glad that other than pain and discomfort all is well! Except I would really prefer not to pee 4 times in one hour. That'd be nice.
In other news, I applied for my EI benefits on Friday. It takes a month so at least I'll be finding out how much I get before the baby's arrival and we can adjust our (my) spending habits accordingly. I foolishly put in that I had had small weeks (where I earned greater than 0 but less than $225) and they ask for proof of it. For fecks sakes! If youknow me, you know that I do not keep all my paystubs, I'd be lucky to find a quarter of them. I think they affect me negatively so I am going to take a quick look around and if I find none I will call and say so. The gal said it shouldn't be too big a deal, but I do need to let them know either way so my form can be processed. I'm not expecting much as I only had 800 hours, maybe $200-250 biweekly. That's my four household bills per month so if I get that I will be pleased. Any extra is just a bonus.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Just some random things
I don't really have much to write about, but I thought I had better attempt something otherwise I am going to lose what few readers I have.
So here's a bit of what's going on lately...
Things I can no longer do:
-I can't roll over in bed without strategically planning the next best move for me to make this as painless as possible. Due to the fact that I know have to think about moving, I am constantly waking up throughout the night.
-Same goes for getting out of bed or up off the couch.
Number of pre-pregnancy pants I can wear:
-2. One pair of jeans and one pair of capris. That are denim of course. Let's hope I don't get invited anywhere fancy. I do have maternity clothes, I am just not a fan of the way they sit on my body. I have a theory that the kind folks who design maternity wear think only really skinny people have sex and hence only skinny people get knocked up. Even when they make clothes over a size 10, they design them with a stick in mind, a slightly bigger stick, perhaps a board like stick. What I am trying to say is that they are designed for people who are straight up and down, with only an expanding tummy. What about expanding thighs? I have a pair of maternity jeans that are too loose in the tummy and the calves, but stick to my thighs like a second skin. Granted, even pre-pregnancy my thighs were huge. Bloody hell, they were huge when I was 10 and the skinniest kid in the class. So maybe it is not entirely the fault of maternity wear designers. Sigh. Oh well, it was nice to have someone else to blame, if even for a moment.
Stupid things that freak me out:
-I have a fear that in the next few weeks I am going to lose my belly button and it is going to become an outtie. Yikes. This has never happened to me before and i don't want it to happen now.
-I also worry that I'll get that brown line. Never had it, never want it, even though I know it goes away. Funny that the stretch marks that are now winding their way up past my belly button don't bother me as much as that. And I'll have those bastards forever.
-I worry that I will actually go into labour on my own and not have shaved my legs since my last doctor's appointment. I think I said in the other blog, or maybe in the comments here, that this is the one baby I do not want coming early due to the fact that we are moving August 1.
Things that are happening now:
-I get sciatica everytime I sit down after I have been doing something that requires effort on the part of my legs. You know, walking, cleaning, the usual.
-After an extremely active day yesterday the baby did not move at all today until 4.30. I was starting to feel just slightly more than paranoid.
-Tonight William said it looks as though the baby has dropped. But no, it is way too early for that. I know they say it doesn't happen after the first baby, but all of mine did to some extent. Not that it mattered, because all of them needed to be prodded into the world. Still, a little freaky. I was saying that I have had intense pressure in my cervix, not just the odd kick or whatever, but constant, which is when William made that comment. Thinking about it, I ran up the stairs and then right back down when the phone started ringing, and I didn't even lose my breath. This is a big thing, as normally just going up the stairs poops me out. So who knows. I'm assuming she's just changed positions and not actually dropped, but I'll find out at the next appointment.
And that's it. Not much really. Sometimes you'd think I'd never done this pregnancy thing before, wouldn't ya?
So here's a bit of what's going on lately...
Things I can no longer do:
-I can't roll over in bed without strategically planning the next best move for me to make this as painless as possible. Due to the fact that I know have to think about moving, I am constantly waking up throughout the night.
-Same goes for getting out of bed or up off the couch.
Number of pre-pregnancy pants I can wear:
-2. One pair of jeans and one pair of capris. That are denim of course. Let's hope I don't get invited anywhere fancy. I do have maternity clothes, I am just not a fan of the way they sit on my body. I have a theory that the kind folks who design maternity wear think only really skinny people have sex and hence only skinny people get knocked up. Even when they make clothes over a size 10, they design them with a stick in mind, a slightly bigger stick, perhaps a board like stick. What I am trying to say is that they are designed for people who are straight up and down, with only an expanding tummy. What about expanding thighs? I have a pair of maternity jeans that are too loose in the tummy and the calves, but stick to my thighs like a second skin. Granted, even pre-pregnancy my thighs were huge. Bloody hell, they were huge when I was 10 and the skinniest kid in the class. So maybe it is not entirely the fault of maternity wear designers. Sigh. Oh well, it was nice to have someone else to blame, if even for a moment.
Stupid things that freak me out:
-I have a fear that in the next few weeks I am going to lose my belly button and it is going to become an outtie. Yikes. This has never happened to me before and i don't want it to happen now.
-I also worry that I'll get that brown line. Never had it, never want it, even though I know it goes away. Funny that the stretch marks that are now winding their way up past my belly button don't bother me as much as that. And I'll have those bastards forever.
-I worry that I will actually go into labour on my own and not have shaved my legs since my last doctor's appointment. I think I said in the other blog, or maybe in the comments here, that this is the one baby I do not want coming early due to the fact that we are moving August 1.
Things that are happening now:
-I get sciatica everytime I sit down after I have been doing something that requires effort on the part of my legs. You know, walking, cleaning, the usual.
-After an extremely active day yesterday the baby did not move at all today until 4.30. I was starting to feel just slightly more than paranoid.
-Tonight William said it looks as though the baby has dropped. But no, it is way too early for that. I know they say it doesn't happen after the first baby, but all of mine did to some extent. Not that it mattered, because all of them needed to be prodded into the world. Still, a little freaky. I was saying that I have had intense pressure in my cervix, not just the odd kick or whatever, but constant, which is when William made that comment. Thinking about it, I ran up the stairs and then right back down when the phone started ringing, and I didn't even lose my breath. This is a big thing, as normally just going up the stairs poops me out. So who knows. I'm assuming she's just changed positions and not actually dropped, but I'll find out at the next appointment.
And that's it. Not much really. Sometimes you'd think I'd never done this pregnancy thing before, wouldn't ya?
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
New Stats
Doctor appointment: May 30th
Number of weeks pregnant: 30 and 2 days
Uterus measuring: 36 weeks.
Weight gained: 1 lb
Current weight: ??? Still not brave enough to look. It has nothing to do with baby, it's just me being fat, fat, fat.
Blood pressure: 117/70. I knew it would drop when I left work.
My appointment was for 10.45 and amazingly I was out of there by 11.20. The doctor wasn't even there when I arrived. It was another quick one with her. My hemoglobin is low, so I either need to eat iron rich foods or take a supplement. Yuck to both says I. I have been informed though, that if I have to have a section, there is a chance for increased blood loss.
BTW, my doctor had been up from 1am delivering babies. I wonder how many hours she gets on average. And how often she sees her family. Her children must have had a 24 hour nanny. Still, I suppose that's part of the reason so many people choose to have her as a doctor. I wouldn't say it's for the bedside manner, but for the fact that she is probably one of a few doctors who actually deliver the majority of her patients babies.
Number of weeks pregnant: 30 and 2 days
Uterus measuring: 36 weeks.
Weight gained: 1 lb
Current weight: ??? Still not brave enough to look. It has nothing to do with baby, it's just me being fat, fat, fat.
Blood pressure: 117/70. I knew it would drop when I left work.
My appointment was for 10.45 and amazingly I was out of there by 11.20. The doctor wasn't even there when I arrived. It was another quick one with her. My hemoglobin is low, so I either need to eat iron rich foods or take a supplement. Yuck to both says I. I have been informed though, that if I have to have a section, there is a chance for increased blood loss.
BTW, my doctor had been up from 1am delivering babies. I wonder how many hours she gets on average. And how often she sees her family. Her children must have had a 24 hour nanny. Still, I suppose that's part of the reason so many people choose to have her as a doctor. I wouldn't say it's for the bedside manner, but for the fact that she is probably one of a few doctors who actually deliver the majority of her patients babies.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
The Update
Hoping has ordered me to update, so I shall, just for her! It's nice to know someone is wondering how you are doing.
I just updated the other blog so if you've read that you will know that I have gone on maternity leave. It's way too early, but I am pleased to be off for the next year. It will be good to spend some one on one time with Saoirse before the baby arrives. I was originally supposed to work until August 3rd (high hopes on my part, seeing as how I finished at 7 months with Saoirse as well!) and then, because we were moving, I changed it to July 20th. It ended up being yesterday.
There's not much new with the pregnancy, except all this past week she changed her quiet times. Usually when I was at work she would not move at all, I suppose because I was constantly on the go, but at home she would be forever moving about. This week was the oppopsite, all day long it was kicks that hurt like a bugger, and nothing at all in the evening. Today, however, she has been on the go, I watched my stomach bouncing around like there was a little alien in there for a good five minutes.
It is hard to believe that tomorrow I will be 30 weeks. In 12 weeks, I will have a baby. I say 12 because if she is anything like the others then she will be late. I have been induced with all three, but I would like to go into labour on my own so we are going to wait as long as we are allowed. Which rules out the planned c-section! I think William would actually like to see a birth that does not entail cutting part of me open and since he is not going to get his boy, I guess I can do this for him. The section's nice and fast, but getting in and out of bed for the next 6 weeks is a great big pain in the arse.
Knowing my luck, of course, she will probably arrive early; just to interfere with my moving plans. There is one thing in life that I do not fancy and that is moving house with a newborn and a toddler. It's almost as bad as moving when you're 9 months pregnant. Almost, but not quite!
Anyways, now that I am officially unemployed I will be posting more often. Next doctor's appointment is Tuesday, so will post then.
I just updated the other blog so if you've read that you will know that I have gone on maternity leave. It's way too early, but I am pleased to be off for the next year. It will be good to spend some one on one time with Saoirse before the baby arrives. I was originally supposed to work until August 3rd (high hopes on my part, seeing as how I finished at 7 months with Saoirse as well!) and then, because we were moving, I changed it to July 20th. It ended up being yesterday.
There's not much new with the pregnancy, except all this past week she changed her quiet times. Usually when I was at work she would not move at all, I suppose because I was constantly on the go, but at home she would be forever moving about. This week was the oppopsite, all day long it was kicks that hurt like a bugger, and nothing at all in the evening. Today, however, she has been on the go, I watched my stomach bouncing around like there was a little alien in there for a good five minutes.
It is hard to believe that tomorrow I will be 30 weeks. In 12 weeks, I will have a baby. I say 12 because if she is anything like the others then she will be late. I have been induced with all three, but I would like to go into labour on my own so we are going to wait as long as we are allowed. Which rules out the planned c-section! I think William would actually like to see a birth that does not entail cutting part of me open and since he is not going to get his boy, I guess I can do this for him. The section's nice and fast, but getting in and out of bed for the next 6 weeks is a great big pain in the arse.
Knowing my luck, of course, she will probably arrive early; just to interfere with my moving plans. There is one thing in life that I do not fancy and that is moving house with a newborn and a toddler. It's almost as bad as moving when you're 9 months pregnant. Almost, but not quite!
Anyways, now that I am officially unemployed I will be posting more often. Next doctor's appointment is Tuesday, so will post then.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Yet another doctor's appointment
Wait time to see doctor: 1 hour and 10 minutes
Length of time with doctor: approximately 3 minutes, plus a 30 second call back
Blood pressure: 138/74
Weight gained in 1 week: 9lbs (lol! a massive screw up on part of the NA, she wrote in my file that I lost 5 lbs at the last appointment, so really this was a 4 lb weight gain, which is terrible for one week, but she wrote down that I had no weight gain at all, so I have no idea what is going on!)
Number of weeks pregnant:27 and 1 day
Uterus measuring: 32 weeks (make up your mind baby, or stop sticking your bum in the air)
Protein in urine: minimal
Blood sugar:5.3
Other blood test news: Iron is too low, hinted that I must take my Materna
Next appointment: May 30 (the day I see INXS)
This appointment was a total waste of time. She was too rushed, and other than hearing the heartbeat, which I can do at home, there was no point to it. She is not concerned about my blood pressure, and only says to rest when I have headaches. I'm finding it very frustrating. She wanted to see me again in 2 weeks (I was hoping for a month) but is away on holidays so I will see her the 30th. Why? I am tired of waiting and having no concise answers. My doctor desperately needs a partner. She's way to busy for one person. I discovered that she triple books each appointment time. I suppose most of them do really.
In other news, baby is kicking up a storm, I am loving it.
Length of time with doctor: approximately 3 minutes, plus a 30 second call back
Blood pressure: 138/74
Weight gained in 1 week: 9lbs (lol! a massive screw up on part of the NA, she wrote in my file that I lost 5 lbs at the last appointment, so really this was a 4 lb weight gain, which is terrible for one week, but she wrote down that I had no weight gain at all, so I have no idea what is going on!)
Number of weeks pregnant:27 and 1 day
Uterus measuring: 32 weeks (make up your mind baby, or stop sticking your bum in the air)
Protein in urine: minimal
Blood sugar:5.3
Other blood test news: Iron is too low, hinted that I must take my Materna
Next appointment: May 30 (the day I see INXS)
This appointment was a total waste of time. She was too rushed, and other than hearing the heartbeat, which I can do at home, there was no point to it. She is not concerned about my blood pressure, and only says to rest when I have headaches. I'm finding it very frustrating. She wanted to see me again in 2 weeks (I was hoping for a month) but is away on holidays so I will see her the 30th. Why? I am tired of waiting and having no concise answers. My doctor desperately needs a partner. She's way to busy for one person. I discovered that she triple books each appointment time. I suppose most of them do really.
In other news, baby is kicking up a storm, I am loving it.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
The appointment between appointments
Number of weeks pregnant: 26 and 1 day
Uterus measuring: 26 weeks
Weight gained: 1lb
Current weight: No idea, won't look
Blood pressure:130/76 (down from a high of 159)
Wait time to see doctor: 45 minutes
Length of time spent with doctor: 2 minutes
Next appointment: Monday, May 8
I made this appointment because of the blood pressure and headaches, but my doctor does not seem at all concerned. I explained that the headaches are especially bad when I am at work and my blood pressure goes right up. She said that when I get home from work I need to sit and do absolutely nothing for at least 45 minutes. William was there to hear that, not that I do much on days I work when he is around anyway, as he always makes dinner those nights. He's a sweetie really. This was his first time hearing baby's heartbeat. She still won't kick him though. She ordered a couple of extra blood and urine tests, and said she'd see me in a week. So hopefully all is well.
I did the glucose test today. That orange juice tastes exactly like some drink my kids love and I can't think of who does it. Bibo maybe. Nice to know my kids are drinking pure sugar though. The girl who did my blood test was not great, could not find a vein in my right arm, but still poked me, and then had to use the left. Have I ever said I hate, hate, hate with a passion needles? I really do. I hate getting them, could never dream of giving them and can't even watch a pretend one on T.V. I sometimes wonder how I managed getting a tattoo without calling it off.
Uterus measuring: 26 weeks
Weight gained: 1lb
Current weight: No idea, won't look
Blood pressure:130/76 (down from a high of 159)
Wait time to see doctor: 45 minutes
Length of time spent with doctor: 2 minutes
Next appointment: Monday, May 8
I made this appointment because of the blood pressure and headaches, but my doctor does not seem at all concerned. I explained that the headaches are especially bad when I am at work and my blood pressure goes right up. She said that when I get home from work I need to sit and do absolutely nothing for at least 45 minutes. William was there to hear that, not that I do much on days I work when he is around anyway, as he always makes dinner those nights. He's a sweetie really. This was his first time hearing baby's heartbeat. She still won't kick him though. She ordered a couple of extra blood and urine tests, and said she'd see me in a week. So hopefully all is well.
I did the glucose test today. That orange juice tastes exactly like some drink my kids love and I can't think of who does it. Bibo maybe. Nice to know my kids are drinking pure sugar though. The girl who did my blood test was not great, could not find a vein in my right arm, but still poked me, and then had to use the left. Have I ever said I hate, hate, hate with a passion needles? I really do. I hate getting them, could never dream of giving them and can't even watch a pretend one on T.V. I sometimes wonder how I managed getting a tattoo without calling it off.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Cravings
With all 3 of my girl pregnancies I have craved oranges. With this baby, the cravings started in December, but as I had no idea I was pregnant (otherwise known as avoiding reality) and I just assumed it was because of the mandarin oranges, which I normally eat plenty of in November and December. I think I tripled my intake this year.
With Taylor and Liam both I loved slushes and freezies. Oh, I could have had one everyday. And probably did most days, even on the coldest days of winter.
Aside from oranges, I do not recall any particular cravings with Saoirse.
However, with this baby I crave 2 things. Nibs and Nerds. The nibs I can live with, they are reasonably low fat, supposing you keep it in moderation. But the nerds. They are nothing but pure sugar. And really are quite disgusting if you think about it. Little balls of dyed sugar. Sorta gross.
But I could kill for a pack of nerds right about now.
With Taylor and Liam both I loved slushes and freezies. Oh, I could have had one everyday. And probably did most days, even on the coldest days of winter.
Aside from oranges, I do not recall any particular cravings with Saoirse.
However, with this baby I crave 2 things. Nibs and Nerds. The nibs I can live with, they are reasonably low fat, supposing you keep it in moderation. But the nerds. They are nothing but pure sugar. And really are quite disgusting if you think about it. Little balls of dyed sugar. Sorta gross.
But I could kill for a pack of nerds right about now.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Somebody slap me
I have spent so much time bitching over the last few days that it is no wonder Hoping left me a comment saying that she was sorry I wasn't enjoying my pregnancy right now.
Sometimes I'm a bit of a dolt. I am enjoying the pregnancy, but not the headaches and all!
Instead of focusing only on the negatives I could have pointed out that each time I feel her move I have such a thrill.
I love how sometimes when she realizes I have stopped talking she gives me a wee boot so that I say hello to her. At least, I like to assume that she knows I'm no longer talking and just wants to hear my voice!
I even love when she goes into a certain position and suddenly I have to go to the loo, even if I was only just there 10 minutes ago.
I love how when Liam pushes on my belly, she pushes back. He tortures her just like he used to do to Saoirse in utero.
I love the fact that in just 5 days, William is going to be able to experience all this with me (yep, even the downs- that man will suffer!) and that Saoirse will learn she is having a baby sister.
So there most definitely are positives, and seeing her in just over 3 months will be the greatest positive of all.
Sometimes I'm a bit of a dolt. I am enjoying the pregnancy, but not the headaches and all!
Instead of focusing only on the negatives I could have pointed out that each time I feel her move I have such a thrill.
I love how sometimes when she realizes I have stopped talking she gives me a wee boot so that I say hello to her. At least, I like to assume that she knows I'm no longer talking and just wants to hear my voice!
I even love when she goes into a certain position and suddenly I have to go to the loo, even if I was only just there 10 minutes ago.
I love how when Liam pushes on my belly, she pushes back. He tortures her just like he used to do to Saoirse in utero.
I love the fact that in just 5 days, William is going to be able to experience all this with me (yep, even the downs- that man will suffer!) and that Saoirse will learn she is having a baby sister.
So there most definitely are positives, and seeing her in just over 3 months will be the greatest positive of all.
Monday, April 24, 2006
My doctor's office increases my blood pressure
I spent my entire day today ringing my doctors office only to get a busy signal everytime. I finally got through at 2.30, only to discover that they are totally booked up and can't get me in until next Monday. Jaysus, Mary and Joseph, says I, that's an awfully long wait when you have headaches so bad you can barely function on a civil level.
I think I may be forced to go visit my family doctor, even though he is a complete quack. Ah, maybe I'll just go to the medi-centre down the road. I'll wait for ages, but they are good.
But then I think what's the point? There's nothing they can do really. Other than make me pee in a cup. Which I suppose would let me know if I have protein in my urine 5 days earlier than my doctor's office. I did ask if there was any in my sample 2 weeks ago and I was told "trace amounts." Which I thought was no big deal, but according to my friend might turn into a big deal.
In good news, my bp was 130/80 on Sunday. I am assuming it is higher today as my headaches are worse, but who knows.
All I can say is August better get here soon.
I think I may be forced to go visit my family doctor, even though he is a complete quack. Ah, maybe I'll just go to the medi-centre down the road. I'll wait for ages, but they are good.
But then I think what's the point? There's nothing they can do really. Other than make me pee in a cup. Which I suppose would let me know if I have protein in my urine 5 days earlier than my doctor's office. I did ask if there was any in my sample 2 weeks ago and I was told "trace amounts." Which I thought was no big deal, but according to my friend might turn into a big deal.
In good news, my bp was 130/80 on Sunday. I am assuming it is higher today as my headaches are worse, but who knows.
All I can say is August better get here soon.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Good God, I'm some sort of whinger
My headaches are getting worse. I was at work today and it was very busy so there was little time to put my feet up as my doctor suggests. I think she's forgotten I have a job, which we see each other almost everytime I am there. Saw her today actually, she must have had a D&C scheduled or something, because there was only one labour today and it wasn't hers. Suppose she could have been on call, of course.
Anyway, I digress. It was busy, the headaches were killing me and everytime I was in emergency they were to busy for me to interrupt and ask if they would take my blood pressure. And possibly allow me to bypass the waiting room and see a doctor who might send me home. Ah no, not for me. However, if I was an ER nurse you can bet that I would have been put right into a room. There are perks to being a bitch. (no offense to you Emmakirst, I am sure you are a lovely nurse, like most of ours are with the exception of those in ER!)
Again, I digress. I'm a bit bitchy myself you see. I was up on one of the units and I felt very faint (it may have had to do with the 2 Russian Orthodox priests chanting in a patients room, it brings back bad memories*) so I asked the nurse to take my blood pressure.
159/77! It has never been that high in my life! She suggested that I go down to ER, especially since I was having headaches but I only had an hour left to go so I didn't bother. When I went to pick up Taylor and Liam up from my mum's I slept for a bit and then slept again for an hour when I got home. I feel better, but for the dull thud in my head.
*Memory: About 6 or 7 years ago my ex husband and I went to a wedding at a Russian Orthodox church. It was a really hot hot hot day and as the bride's uncle was singing a song he had written for the couple which just happened to include the lyrics "Woman, obey your man" repeated over and over and just as he happened to be singing said lyrics for what felt like the thousandth time -and very well may have been, the song was about 15 minutes long- the maid of honour fainted. My ex not only laughed he snorted and those who bothered to turn away from the spectacle at the front of the church all turned to stare at him. That church service was the longest 21/2 hours of my life.
Anyway, I digress. It was busy, the headaches were killing me and everytime I was in emergency they were to busy for me to interrupt and ask if they would take my blood pressure. And possibly allow me to bypass the waiting room and see a doctor who might send me home. Ah no, not for me. However, if I was an ER nurse you can bet that I would have been put right into a room. There are perks to being a bitch. (no offense to you Emmakirst, I am sure you are a lovely nurse, like most of ours are with the exception of those in ER!)
Again, I digress. I'm a bit bitchy myself you see. I was up on one of the units and I felt very faint (it may have had to do with the 2 Russian Orthodox priests chanting in a patients room, it brings back bad memories*) so I asked the nurse to take my blood pressure.
159/77! It has never been that high in my life! She suggested that I go down to ER, especially since I was having headaches but I only had an hour left to go so I didn't bother. When I went to pick up Taylor and Liam up from my mum's I slept for a bit and then slept again for an hour when I got home. I feel better, but for the dull thud in my head.
*Memory: About 6 or 7 years ago my ex husband and I went to a wedding at a Russian Orthodox church. It was a really hot hot hot day and as the bride's uncle was singing a song he had written for the couple which just happened to include the lyrics "Woman, obey your man" repeated over and over and just as he happened to be singing said lyrics for what felt like the thousandth time -and very well may have been, the song was about 15 minutes long- the maid of honour fainted. My ex not only laughed he snorted and those who bothered to turn away from the spectacle at the front of the church all turned to stare at him. That church service was the longest 21/2 hours of my life.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
I knew I'd figure out how to take my own blood pressure
...after I called a nurse of course. It is good to have friends with proper jobs, you know.
I tried taking my blood pressure yesterday, but I believe I mentioned that the results I got would have meant I was dead.
I did it tonight, without the help of my lovely daughter, Taylor, who tried to cut off all blood flow below my elbow with how tightly she did up the cuff.
I got 142/88, which is slightly higher than what it was last week, and much higher than my normal. Shelley suggests that I head over to London Drugs tomorrow to have it taken again, where it will probably be more accurate. Is she saying she doubts my blood pressure reading abilities? I think she is. But they do have the funky little chair with the mechanical cuff so I guess I'll go do it. If it is anywhere close to what I have gotten then I am to call my doctor's office and tell them all about it and the headaches. Nurses sure can be bossy.
It's a good thing I didn't mention the pulsating in my nether regions that I have been having all afternoon and evening. I don't even want to get started on what that is.
I tried taking my blood pressure yesterday, but I believe I mentioned that the results I got would have meant I was dead.
I did it tonight, without the help of my lovely daughter, Taylor, who tried to cut off all blood flow below my elbow with how tightly she did up the cuff.
I got 142/88, which is slightly higher than what it was last week, and much higher than my normal. Shelley suggests that I head over to London Drugs tomorrow to have it taken again, where it will probably be more accurate. Is she saying she doubts my blood pressure reading abilities? I think she is. But they do have the funky little chair with the mechanical cuff so I guess I'll go do it. If it is anywhere close to what I have gotten then I am to call my doctor's office and tell them all about it and the headaches. Nurses sure can be bossy.
It's a good thing I didn't mention the pulsating in my nether regions that I have been having all afternoon and evening. I don't even want to get started on what that is.
Did I forget to mention the stress incontinence?
This may be the most humiliating post I ever write.
But I feel we have known each other long enough and I can tell you the truth. After all, most of you are mothers and therefore have once been pregnant (or are) and can deal with this sad reality of pregnancy.
I am peeing my pants.
Not totally peeing, it's not like I just stop and go where ever I may be. But you know, the odd dribble when I laugh really hard or cough. I fear that it may become a situation where I need to purchase Depends.
This really pisses me off. Let me tell you why. I do those Kegels like there is no tomorrow. In fact, it is the only part of my body that gets any regular exercise. So they should be strong and in fact, used to be very strong. I could tell you how strong, but then you might think I am a pervert. What has happened?
I just don't know. This is the first time this has happened during a pregnancy, and the third time in my life it has happened at all. It has all been within the last 2 years and a bit actually.
The first time it happened was a year before I had Saoirse. I was so sick all I could do was lay on the couch. My mother had to come over every night to make my kids dinner. I only got up to go to the bathroom and honestly, I don't know why I even bothered, because everytime I coughed (which was every 30 seconds) a little bit of pee would come out. It was so bad I had soaker pads stolen from the hospital under me, where ever I was. The second time was also when I was sick, after the arrival of Saoirse, It was nowhere near as bad as the first time, just the odd dribble when I had a particularly bad coughing fit.
And now it's now. I am pregnant, I am wetting myself. Is it not bad enough that I use the toilet every hour? Do I really need that final humiliation of feeling as though I am in the process of being toilet trained? Did I really need to write about it?
But I feel we have known each other long enough and I can tell you the truth. After all, most of you are mothers and therefore have once been pregnant (or are) and can deal with this sad reality of pregnancy.
I am peeing my pants.
Not totally peeing, it's not like I just stop and go where ever I may be. But you know, the odd dribble when I laugh really hard or cough. I fear that it may become a situation where I need to purchase Depends.
This really pisses me off. Let me tell you why. I do those Kegels like there is no tomorrow. In fact, it is the only part of my body that gets any regular exercise. So they should be strong and in fact, used to be very strong. I could tell you how strong, but then you might think I am a pervert. What has happened?
I just don't know. This is the first time this has happened during a pregnancy, and the third time in my life it has happened at all. It has all been within the last 2 years and a bit actually.
The first time it happened was a year before I had Saoirse. I was so sick all I could do was lay on the couch. My mother had to come over every night to make my kids dinner. I only got up to go to the bathroom and honestly, I don't know why I even bothered, because everytime I coughed (which was every 30 seconds) a little bit of pee would come out. It was so bad I had soaker pads stolen from the hospital under me, where ever I was. The second time was also when I was sick, after the arrival of Saoirse, It was nowhere near as bad as the first time, just the odd dribble when I had a particularly bad coughing fit.
And now it's now. I am pregnant, I am wetting myself. Is it not bad enough that I use the toilet every hour? Do I really need that final humiliation of feeling as though I am in the process of being toilet trained? Did I really need to write about it?
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