I forgot to mention that last week I found my ultrasound pictures. When my husband came home at the beginning of October I misplaced them amidst the excitement of the gender reveal. I was extremely upset and figured they had fallen out of the truck or my purse somehow but they had been in my big wallet all along!
I’m still recovering from the baby shower weekend. Tuesday I had difficulty breathing while seated at work. I was feeling heaviness in my chest and shortness of breath which came on suddenly. I did have a cough and had been wheezing over the weekend but I felt fine otherwise. My husband recommended I call my OB who suggest I visit the ER. I took their advice and headed to the hospital where I was given an EKG and the baby was monitored for 2 hours.
Roman did NOT enjoy this process. I had last eaten at 1:00 pm and was not discharged until 7:45 pm so this boy was hungry. The entire time the monitors were on my stomach he was kicking them & causing noise interference. The kicks were so strong that my stomach was visibly shaking. When I told Edwin, he’s immediate response was “Oh, I bet Roman was pissed!” Uh yea. My husband knows how much his wife and his son love food. 😉
All was well, though. The pregnancy seems to be exacerbating the asthma I have had since I was little and I have some congestion. After another hour and a half in the pharmacy, I was given Mucinex and Albuteral and Roman got to eat. And the best part of all was tricking the L&D doc into verifying that Roman was indeed Roman. One observation, men are much more vulgar in describing male body parts than women…
The nursery, which still needs to be painted, is quickly filling up with baby items. I have almost all the decorations for it but I still need to finish those pesky curtains. We have almost all of our big items: pack n play with a bassinet, crib, bouncer/rocker, stroller/car seat, monitor, & breast pump. I have the money for the rocking chair so the only other item we need is a dresser or changing table. What Roman doesn’t need is shampoo/body wash/lotion/powder/baby oil. I think we have a lifetime supply.
I do want to get some washcloths, more towels, toys, clothes, and bottles. I’m sure there’s a million other things I need but I’ll get them in time.
I had an OB appointment this week. My glucose test came back normal. 🙂 Yay for not having gestational diabetes! I did have my calcium levels checked today because of being lactose intolerant so I am waiting on the results of that.
Total pregnancy weight gain is +2lbs! I’ve gained 4 pounds in the past month which is right on target with the pound a week! I guess I’m doing something right which makes me feel pretty good. I’m hoping it continues because with only 12 weeks to go, I can expect a 12 lb. increase by the time I deliver, making a total of 16 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight. Talk about easy to lose since baby and fluids take up half of that! But that’s if life goes as I planned it. And when does that happen? 😉
My blood pressure, which was 115/60 the other night, was back to 97/55, or otherwise normal for me. I joked with Edwin that this must mean Roman will be good for my blood pressure.
Roman’s heart rate was 152, also excellent. At the time of my appointment I was measuring at 28 weeks instead of the 27 weeks they thought I was. No moving of the due date yet but I have a feeling they will go back to that 2/10 EDD instead of 2/13. I’m now doing 2 week OB visits so my next visit will be 12/3.
Edwin asked me this week how many more weeks do we have until it would be safe to deliver (if he came early on his own accord or by doctor’s wishes). I believe he’s referring to 37 weeks so I said we have 9 weeks to get through, at least. And then I had a holy shit moment in my head. SERIOUSLY? 9 WEEKS? I only have 12 total to go. This is just insane. Where did my pregnancy go? I have to admit, I am going to miss it. It has had it’s moments, but in retrospect it has been a very easy pregnancy. I will miss feeling Roman inside of my belly but will rejoice that I will actually be holding him and smothering him with kisses. I will miss that feeling of specialness that comes with pregnancy, too. But with all that aside, I’m extremely excited to grow our family by one. Edwin and I care for each other so much that it will be rewarding and fulfilling to shower Roman with our love.
Symptoms & How I’m Getting By
It’s my last week before Edwin comes home for three-four months and I’m struggling a bit. We have our home inspection on Monday and I don’t know if they are looking for the general upkeep of the house (structural stuff) or if I am supposed to deep clean the house. Whatever it might be, this place isn’t going to be 100% spotless. I can’t lift our sweeper so only the downstairs will be swept and I’m probably only going to Swiffer instead of mop. I don’t have the energy nor do I want to be around harsh chemicals. Regardless, I’m a little stressed about this and wish we could postpone it until next week.
I have a dentist appointment on Tuesday that I am dreading and immediately after I am meeting a pest control guy to check out the house for a possible yellow jacket nest. And then at 5, I have an infant care class. I don’t want to do any of it. I want to sleep and relax on my days off but it now seems as though I will have appointments on all of them. I’m whining, yes, but I do not care.
My Braxton Hicks have been ridiculous. I had them on and off all day long Saturday despite increasing my water intake and moving around. It was quite nerve-wrecking but I wasn’t ready to call the OB. They didn’t hurt, there wasn’t a pattern, they didn’t intensify or occur for longer periods of time; they were just uncomfortable. I think I let my nerves get the best of me. I’m terribly fearful of something happening while Edwin is gone and the thought of being hospitalized and him being so far away is absolutely terrifying. Sunday, however, was a better day. I only had a few occur which was a huge relief.
The leg cramps are still happening and I’m still needing to pee around 4 am every day but fortunately I’m able to fall back asleep (as long as I don’t get up). The fatigue has returned, too. I think Edwin can hear it in my voice. I just want to go to sleep at 8 pm every night and sleep until noon; naps have become my best friend.
Roman has really picked up activity wise and now that he’s moved further up in my uterus (he’s still head down according to the doc), I can not only feel his kicks with my hands but also his body moving across my stomach. It’s a odd mix of cool & freaking weird at the same time. I’ve actually been able to make out the shape of his foot and tickle it a bit.
One last thing I’d like to share… On our first date, Edwin asked me to accompany him to a tattoo shop so that he could get a sea turtle tattooed on his arm. This weekend he decided to add a baby sea turtle swimming toward the big sea turtle. The bigger one will be shaded later this week. Introducing Daddy & Roman, tattoo edition: