This ice is delicious

When I was newly pregnant and given a due date of March 1st, one of the first things I thought was, “I won’t make it all the way to March.” Now, I feel like that was a little bit easy to assume since I’ve only made it to my due date once, but right from the beginning I figured I’d have a February baby. And right from the beginning I hoped for a baby born on Brian’s birthday, just for fun.

The Schedule ended up being all for naught as Will got sick on Sunday night with a stomach bug, causing me to cancel physical therapy for Daniel on Monday and my pre-natal visit with the pediatrician on Tuesday. Kalena also came down with an awful cold so she was home from school. We watched a lot of TV and did not much else. I started timing contractions Tuesday afternoon for a couple reasons. First, they were decidedly more intense than the ones I’d been having in the evenings and second, it was the middle of the day. Prior to that my daytime contractions were totally dependent on my activities, these were happening fairly often and fairly regularly despite all the sitting and TV watching. I started timing about 1 in the afternoon and around 3:30 I called Brian to let him know I was pretty sure this was the real thing. Not that I wanted him to come home, or even that I thought the baby would be born Tuesday, just that it was happening and he probably shouldn’t plan on going to work on Wednesday.

When Brian got home Tuesday I went upstairs to our room to continue timing contractions. At that point I was hoping this labor would be like my labor with Daniel, which started in the evening but then quit long enough for me to sleep and started up again the next morning. Around 10 pm the contractions slowed down some, to about 6 minutes apart (although the pattern was never very regular) and I tried to go to sleep around 11. Unfortunately I couldn’t sleep through them, and they were more intense even though they weren’t as close together. Around midnight I gave up on sleep and woke Brian up. I told him there was no way I was going to make it until morning before needing to go to the hospital so we might as well call someone now. So he called my friend (who had specifically offered to come sleep on our couch if we needed someone) and she came over. Brian had, fortunately, thought to alert the kids to the fact that we might not be there when they woke up. I had Brian take this picture while we were waiting to go, at which point he accused me of not being in real labor.


I assured him I was.

We got to the hospital a little after 1 am, got put in a triage room, the nurse checked me and said I was at about 5 cm. So I told her I wanted an epidural. Being tired makes it much harder for me to handle pain (this was very much true during Will’s labor also) and at this point, knowing 12 hours of contractions only put me at 5 cm dilated, I figured why wait? Of course, I DID have to wait, because I’m sure you’re aware, you can’t have an epidural without an IV placed! This was around 2 am, and somewhere in there I met the on-call doc for my practice. I remember feeling disappointed that my doctor wouldn’t be delivering, but mostly caring about when I could get some pain relief. I warned the nurses (AS I ALWAYS DO) that people have a hard time getting an IV in me but they ignored me (AS THEY ALWAYS DO) and the first nurse tried: nada. So a second nurse tried: nope. (Also, both of them dug around in my arm with the needle which I HATE and specifically asked them not to do.) At that point they agreed to just take me to the labor and delivery room and let the anesthesiologist place the IV when he came in. (The anesthesiologist also had to place my IV with Will AND with Daniel.) So off to an actual labor room, and happily, a quick arrival of the anesthesiologist. (One of the benefits they mentioned when we toured L&D is that anesthesiologists are at the hospital 24 hours a day. Definitely glad for that at 2 in the morning.) Finally got an IV placed, roughly 50 minutes after the nurses first started trying. He went ahead and did the epidural then, even though technically they want to get a bag of fluid through the IV first.

Epidural placed, it’s 3 am, and the nurse and I get to start a fun little game that goes like this: My blood pressure drops really low. Baby doesn’t like that. Put me on oxygen. But my heart rate is through the roof (140s-150s) so the anesthesiologist doesn’t want the nurse to give me ephedrine (which is what they’d normally give to get blood pressure up) so they hunt down something else and give me that. Blood pressure comes back up, baby looks good again, take me off oxygen. Then maybe 10 or 15 minutes later this happens again. Blood pressure drops, baby doesn’t like it, put me on oxygen, heart rate is still high so give me some more of the non-ephedrine stuff. Blood pressure back up, baby looks good, back off oxygen. Y’all I think we went round and round like that for about TWO HOURS. My blood pressure cuff was set to check every 3 minutes this whole time because it just KEPT HAPPENING. Every time my blood pressure dropped I got nauseated too which was fun. Finally my heart rate came down and the nurse switched to ephedrine which seemed to work better. We also repositioned me to to my left side which seemed to help with how the baby was doing. Brian, fortunately, got to sleep through most of that circus. (It was never serious, just a lot of adjusting and checking on things and medicating.) The nurse was great though, and we chatted for a lot of that time.

Anyway, blood pressure finally seems stable around 5 am so I got to nap. Then a little after 6 the nurse came to adjust the monitor, because it wasn’t picking up baby’s heart rate, and checked me. At that point I was at about 8 cm. I was a little disappointed to not be complete, because it meant my lovely nurse wouldn’t be there for the actual delivery since shift change was at 7. However! After the shift change they called my actual doctor and he came over and broke my water around 7:45 am. We laughed because I’d told him at my last regular appointment that I was hoping not to make it to my next one and it was scheduled for 1:45 that afternoon. I joked that I needed to make sure and call his office to cancel. He told me he was pretty sure he could remember to take care of that.

After he broke my water he guessed baby would be there within the hour. An hour later at 8:45 am we were still waiting. But by a few minutes after 9 the nurse checked me and said it was time to call the doctor! Conveniently, his practice is located IN the hospital building so it was just a matter of his walking over. There was a little meconium when my OB broke my water, not enough that he was really concerned, but they did bring in a NICU team for the actual delivery as a result. So while we were waiting on my OB the NICU nurse started explaining why they were there and possible complications from meconium. (Obviously we’re familiar since Kalena aspirated.) While we were waiting I started to feel a lot of pressure (new for me, since my epidurals with Will and Daniel were both VERY heavy. Like, I couldn’t move my legs, let alone feel any pressure.) so the nurse ended up calling my OB again to make sure he was on his way. He was, and made it into the room just a few minutes later, which was kind of anticlimactic actually since then we had to wait on a contraction before I could push. (During the wait everyone guessed boy or girl: the OB and the nurse guessed boy, Brian said girl, as he has all along.) But! One contraction was all it took! I pushed maybe 5 times and the OB held her up so we could see and announced that we had a girl!


(This, by the way, is the next photo on my camera after the one where I’m “not in labor”)

At 7 lbs 1 oz and 18 inches long, she is the smallest of our babies, but she came with a full head of hair just like the rest of them 🙂 The NICU team checked her out and everyone oohed and aahed over her hair and they declared her perfect, which she clearly is.





P.S. That title is for Erin. I texted that in one of my labor update texts because you know what? Hospital ice IS delicious. And my mouth was super dry during labor so that made it even better.

The schedule

Since I’m at the point where this baby actually could come ANY TIME I figure I might as well continue to be in denial and make a bunch of plans. Seems logical, yes? (Okay, it’s mostly doctors appointments, but whatever.) Here’s a run-down of my next few days. (I know you’re super excited to hear it.)

Book club last night. Technically not upcoming. But! People were skeptical at January’s meeting that I would make it to February’s but I DID. So I’m including it anyway. We read The Art of Hearing Heartbeats. I liked it.

This afternoon I have my pre-registration appointment at the hospital. I looked up the pre-registration stuff online and discovered that HA! I was supposed to call between 30 and 32 weeks to set up an appointment. Obviously that couldn’t have happened since I didn’t even live in this state yet. In fact, by the time I had an OB, knew where I’d be delivering, and knew that I needed to pre-register I was 36 weeks along.  Anyway, I called and discovered they’re booked! Until March 10th! Which wasn’t going to help much. So the lady making the appointments put me on the top of the “call if there’s a cancellation” list and lucky me! She called yesterday with a cancellation for this afternoon.

Tonight we’re going to a seminar put on by the Down Syndrome Guild of Greater Kansas City. It’s on feeding, speech, sensory needs, and oral placement activities for kids who are non-verbal or pre-verbal. We’re right there with Daniel, working on sounds and signs but not saying any words yet. I’m very interested to hear what they have to say! Hopefully lots of stuff we can use.

Tomorrow morning we’re planning to tour the maternity ward at the hospital. I could theoretically do this today at my appointment, but Brian wants to know where we need to be going too. Especially since I may not be much help by the time we go in. They have open tours on Saturday mornings, so that’s the plan.

Monday morning Daniel has physical therapy. Scheduled for early in the week so hopefully it will happen 🙂 He loves his therapist.

Tuesday afternoon I have a “prenatal visit” with our new pediatrician. (We have a pediatrician!) I think it’s mostly just meeting him? Anyway, that’s on the agenda.

And Wednesday afternoon I have my 39 week appointment scheduled with my OB. At which point I’ll actually be like 39 1/2 weeks along.

So there you have it. For someone who is perfectly happy to not leave the house for weeks at a time (ME) that is a LOT going on.

Nearing the end

I’m officially more pregnant today than when I delivered Daniel. Of course, I’m still 2 1/2 weeks from being as pregnant as I was with Kalena. I refuse to believe I’ll ever be that pregnant again. (She was 8 days late, in case you’re thinking I want this baby super early.)

I’ve gained about 36 lbs (although, I ate most of a pan of brownies today, so that number may jump right up.) Amazingly, I am still wearing my wedding ring. I’m guessing the cold weather helps. My fingers get really swollen when it’s hot out. I had my 36 week appointment on the 4th and was “maybe a smidge” dilated. I wouldn’t have even had a check except he was already doing the group B strep swab (negative!) I have my 38 week appointment tomorrow (I’ll be 38 weeks 4 days) and I’m kiiiinda hoping it’s my last one. Obviously I have very little control over that. That doesn’t stop me from acting like I do! Brian and I keep talking about which day would be best in terms of his work schedule and then acting like it’s all set. I have contractions every night, but nothing serious. My physical abilities are pretty pathetic these days. For instance, I spent about an hour yesterday standing to fold and put away clean laundry and today my hips hurt so much I’m hobbling around like an old lady. Fun times! Pretty sure these means I just need to sit on the couch until the baby gets here.

I’m feeling a little more prepared in terms of actual baby stuff. We now own a car seat, a box of newborn diapers, a working camera, and a new set of Aden + Anias swaddle blankets (we loaned our last set to my sister and her toddler took them over, so she sent us new ones.) The box of baby clothes from my sisters arrived, and I bought some cheap little storage drawers to keep baby stuff in. However, I still haven’t pre-registered at the hospital (didn’t even think about that until like last week) AND we don’t have a pediatrician. I have a recommendation but I was putting it off thinking, “Oh, we don’t need a ped right away!” Except yes we do. Because brand new babies see a pediatrician RIGHT AWAY. Good work Elsha.

Anyway. Pictures. I missed 36 weeks, so here I am at 37 and 38 weeks.

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Realized when I uploaded these that I’m facing the opposite way from all the rest of my pictures. Which is gonna REALLY annoy me when I go to put them in scrapbooks.

Nesting. Or: things I’m freaking out about

I’m pretending this is nesting, this panic about all the things that need to happen before the baby gets here. Seeing as this is baby number FOUR you think I’d be totally ready. AND YET. Many, many things remain undone. And I’m not talking about nursery decor type stuff here. Here’s my list:

  • We don’t have an infant carseat. We’re gonna need one of those.
  • We need the camera charger. My camera won’t turn on and I’d *really* like some pictures of this baby that aren’t taken on an iphone. I have NO IDEA where the charger is. Also? We need to find it soon, because what if it’s NOT the battery? What if my camera has, for whatever reason, up and died and I need a knew one? These are things I NEED TO KNOW.
  • I have not packed a hospital bag. I’m actually not particularly worried about this. I’ve had one every time and used basically nothing out of it every time. HOWEVER, I do need to pack a bag for the kids. If this baby arrives before we have family here the kids are gonna have to go somewhere! They might need clothes, or pjs. Daniel will definitely need diapers and wipes. I don’t want to have to get all this together once I know I’m in labor.
  • Related to the last one, we need to figure out where the kids will go! Sort of a big one here.
  • We have no baby clothes! I mean, we theoretically have some, but they are still at my sisters’ houses right now. (They promised to mail me a box of unisex clothes soon. I’ll feel better when it gets here.)
  • Also clothing related, realized yesterday we have ZERO place to put baby clothes. All our closet and dresser space is taken. Sooooo, we’ll be buying…something? We really have no place to put anything either, but hey! Baby is gonna need clothes stored somewhere.
  • We have no bouncer or swing. I’m aware that these aren’t actually necessities, but I’ll need somewhere to put this baby down. Somewhere that isn’t the floor where Daniel has easy access. He’s a smidge grabby. And not gentle.
  • I have baby stuff still in boxes. Those boxes are…somewhere. Likely in our giant stack of “let’s deal with these later!” boxes in the basement. They include: baby blankets, the boppy, the pump, and various other baby items. Definitely gonna want this stuff.

In summary, what we have ready is…a crib. Woohoo?

Some thoughts on spacing

Kalena and Will are 19 months apart. I like that spacing.

Will and Daniel are 27 months apart. I also like that spacing.

Daniel and this baby will be almost 24 months apart. Seems like, since that’s between the other 2, it would also be good spacing. HOWEVER. Daniel isn’t developmentally at the level of a 2 year old yet. Daniel doesn’t walk yet. Or say any words (he does do a few signs!) He drinks out of a straw cup, but still takes a bottle from me 3 times a day. He doesn’t use utensils to eat (so we have to feed him stuff like yogurt and applesauce) and still does a lot of food throwing at mealtimes. All this is to point out that Daniel is MUCH more like a 1 year old than a 2 year old. And that? That spacing seems CLOSE.

I will have a nursing baby and a toddler who still needs bottles. I will have two children who need carried anytime we’re outside the house. At 19 months Kalena was old enough to fetch me diapers when I needed to change Will. At almost 2 Daniel still doesn’t understand what I mean when I say, “No biting!” let alone follow any kind of direction.

Anyway, wish me luck. I get the feeling this transition is gonna be rough.


Fun times with kidney stones

This is the story of how I ended up in the hospital last week. FYI it gets a little graphic if you’re squeamish. (Really not very much though.) Also, kind of long. Apparently I get wordy when I’m complaining. 

Sunday night I was watching TV and about 10 pm when I was getting ready to go to bed I thought, “Man, I don’t feel great.” I felt a little nauseated and my back was achy. But I figured I’d go to bed and be fine. I mean, I’m very pregnant. There are a lot of days I don’t feel great. However, by the time I walked up the stairs to our bedroom I was feeling alternately hot and cold, I was shaky, very nauseated, and my back was killing me. After I’d been sitting on the bathroom floor for about 20 minutes wondering when I’d finally throw up, Brian came to check on me. When he asked if I was okay I said, “I think it’s kidney stones.” (I don’t think I ever wrote about it here in detail, but I had kidney stones when I was pregnant with Kalena. Never anything that sent me to the ER, but I recognized all the symptoms this time around.) Some more sitting on the bathroom floor and I finally felt okay enough to get into bed. That was short lived however. Back in the bathroom 30 min or so later, this time actually puking and in significantly more pain. (When I had kidney stones with Kalena every episode like that brought at least some relief. Not the case this time.) By the second round I was crying out it was so painful to move, and after round 3 I told Brian, “I think I need to go to the ER.” You know what’s really fun when you’re new in town and know basically nobody and have 3 small kids? A midnight trip to the ER!

Brian helped me into some clothes and then out to the car and then he brought the kids out one by one. They were, fortunately, quite chipper and good sports about the whole thing. We went to the closest ER which was blessedly empty. I told the lady at admittance that it was kidney stones and of course she asked how far along I am and then called labor and delivery to ask if they wanted me up there. And of course yes, because 33 weeks pregnant means they want to check on the baby in addition to anything else. Admittance lady told me she’d take me upstairs and then asked if I was sure it wasn’t contractions. I just said, “This is my fourth.” She laughed and said, “Oh, okay! You know what you’re doing.” And then Brian walked in with the kids from parking the car.

L&D was also wonderfully empty so they got me into a bed right away. I answered questions while they tried to start an IV (I warned them that the inner elbow on my right arm was probably the only place but they tried a couple others anyway. I was right.) I got to do some more puking at this point, in case there was any question about my pain levels. Just before that some other nice nurses showed Brian and the kids where the snack station was and the kids had a midnight snack. Ice cream for Kalena, graham crackers and juice for Will. They were pretty pleased about this turn of events. (Bonus of L&D over the ER I guess!) As soon as I had an IV they gave me morphine. I believe that was around 1 am. Brian asked the nurses how long things might take and when they had no time frame I told him to go home. He said the kids went right back to bed when they got here (they were so well behaved through everything. SO fortunate.) The first dose of morphine didn’t do much for my pain. It DID make me super sleepy though, so I managed to doze on and off anyway. They gave me a second dose around 2 (I think?) and then set me up with a continuous drip. (And a button I could push every 8 minutes for extra. Gladly I never had to use that.) Finally comfortable and waiting on lab results I slept for a couple hours. By 4 am I had passed the stone. I’m REALLY hoping there’s just the one. I had at least 3 with Kalena.

By 5 am lab results were back (bladder infection. No surprise there.) and I was feeling fine. In fact, at that point I asked the nurse if I could go home. See, there was a big HUGE issue at this point. It was 5 am Monday morning. Monday the 13, Brian’s FIRST DAY at work. At the job we MOVED HERE FOR. And he needed to leave by 6:30 to make sure he had enough time to get there. (Training the first couple days was not at the building he’ll normally be working at, which is much closer to our house.) Now, obviously we knew this was going to be an issue when he left me at the hospital at 1 am. But we still weren’t sure what exactly we were going to do about it. I actually felt super guilty about the fact that I was laying in a hospital bed and he was going to have to figure out what to do with the kids so he could go to work. My only contribution was to say, as he was walking out of the hospital, “Call (name.) She left me a notecard with her number. It’s on the kitchen table.” See, we called our church out here before we moved out and several guys came out and helped us move in. I knew at least one of them had left phone numbers for himself and his wife with instructions to call if we needed anything. In addition, another of the wives had stopped by during the week. She wanted to meet me and introduce herself, and she brought cookies and left me a card with all her info. (We had a really nice chat while Will and her youngest daughter played.) She also instructed me to call if I needed anything, and that’s who I told Brian to call. Anyway, back to me in the hospital. The nurse informed me that no, I couldn’t leave until I’d actually been seen by the doctor who wouldn’t be in until 7 or 8.

I knew I needed to call Brian and get him up to date but guess what?! I didn’t have my cell phone! (Or my wallet or anything. At midnight all I could think was- get me to the hospital.) And because we still have Colorado phone numbers, Brian is long distance so I couldn’t call from the hospital room phone! Fortunately my lovely nurse loaned me a cell phone so I could talk to him. I was worried about what we were going to do with the kids- worried that nobody would answer a phone call from an unknown number so early in the morning, worried that bringing them to my hospital room might be the only option (and THEN WHAT? I’d have no way home and no way to deal with Daniel who would be in to everything.) But by the time I talked to Brian (around 5:45 am) he had everything taken care of. He had called both the families who had left phone numbers and although neither had answered the first time both called back within a few minutes. My friend who I’d instructed him to call happily took all 3 kids, at the crack of dawn, with no idea of when we’d be picking them up. And the second family he’d called, when they heard someone else was taking the kids offered to bring dinner over since, again, we had no idea how long I’d be in the hospital. The relief I felt was overwhelming. To have people who had met us once or twice willingly step in and help us out was incredible. 

With the kids taken care of and the doctor not in for a few hours I went back to sleep. Glorious sleep. Of course, it was hospital sleep so alarms went off every 20 minutes or so, but eh. You take what you can get. The doctor came in around 8, discussed lab results briefly, prescribed me some antibiotics and some vicodin (with tylenol instead of ibuprofen. So weird to me that I can have narcotics while I’m pregnant but ibuprofen is still a big no-no.) in case of another stone. FINGERS CROSSED I DON’T NEED IT. Then she insisted on getting a better monitor strip on the baby. They’d been monitoring contractions (none) and the baby’s heart rate the whole time, but when the new nurse (there was a shift change in there) knew we were just waiting on the doctor she’d been nice enough to let me sleep instead of adjusting when it started picking up my heart rate instead of the baby’s. Anyway, the doctor wanted to see some good reactivity before she let me go. Plus the nurse wanted to make sure I’d been off the morphine for a while before I drove anywhere. IV out, another quick half hour of monitoring and I was all set. (Baby was fine.)

At this point I had to call a cab because I had no car at the hospital. My sweet nurse told me if there was anyone extra on shift she would have had someone drive me home. Anyway, took a cab home (where I let myself in with the key Brian had left for me so I could get my wallet and pay) then changed clothes and went to pick up the kids. It was about 9:30 am. My friend was very sweet about the whole thing. She even made us a pasta bake to take home for dinner! I mean, COME ON. Let me just take your kids at 6 am on a moment’s notice for who knows how long and then when you pick them up I’ll have dinner for you! (Our other friends also brought a dinner over later, so I didn’t have to cook for 2 days.) The rest of the day actually ended up being pretty normal. I took one of the vicodin for residual pain that evening, after all the effects of the morphine had worn off, but other than that I’ve felt fine.

Now I’m just making sure to drink a ton of water every day. I feel normal, just hyper aware of any pain in my back. I’m a little paranoid that I’ll have more stones since I did with Kalena, but I’m holding out hope that it was just the one. Anyway, there you have it. The whole fun story.

Pregnancy update: weeks 33 & 34

It’s been a while since I updated about this pregnancy. I’m not even sure I managed a picture at 32 weeks. Anyway, I’m at 34 weeks now and had my first visit with my new OB today! I’ve gained about 35 lbs now, which surprises me since I had gained about 34 before we left Colorado. Apparently moving stress + lots and lots of stair climbing = no weight gain. I’m still wearing my wedding ring too, which I’ve never done this long. Usually I can manage about the first trimester and then my fingers get too fat. (Probably has something to do with the fact that the rings were getting too big before I got pregnant.)

So, my new OB. A friend of a friend recommended some doctors that do VBACs in the Kansas City area. As soon as we knew where we’d be living I called the one closest to us. Except he was leaving that practice to open his own (actually with 5 doctors from the original practice I learned today) and that would be opening on January 1st and his old practice didn’t have new contact information when I called. Once we got here I tracked him down and scheduled an appointment. I’m glad I did, because he seems like a great doctor. (I’ve heard good things since we’ve been here too.) He said having another VBAC should be no problem at all, especially since I’ve already had 2. All the doctors in the practice do VBACs, but he also said he prefers to deliver all his patients. He said baby is definitely head down, so that’s good. Baby’s heart rate was about 155. My blood pressure was a little high for me today, 130/80 and I’m usually at about 110/75. I blame having to take all 3 kids to the appointment. I think that’s about it. Here’s how I look these days:

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33 & 34 weeks. Getting close!

29 weeks

Another 2 weeks in and everything is basically the same. I guess I’m officially in my 3rd trimester now, which seems impossible. I’ve gained almost 35 pounds, although the weight gain seems to be slowing down some. I had an OB appointment on the 2nd and everything is looking good. She also scheduled my next appointment a week early, so that she can seem me once more before we move. That’s nice since it means I won’t be due for an appointment like the day we get there. I have an OB to call on Monday in the area who does VBACs, so hopefully I’ll have a doctor lined out before we get there. I know not all doctors will take patients this far into a pregnancy. 

I’m still having lots of hip and back pain and my energy levels are super low, which I hate. I spend a lot of time sitting, WANTING to do stuff to get ready to leave and not being able to. It’s not my favorite. We do actually have a place to move to though! Did I mention this yet? Brian got in touch with his company’s relocation specialist and she found us a townhouse in the area we want to be in and we’re all set to go. I’m a little nervous about sharing walls with neighbors since our kids get up at the crack of dawn and are NOISY, so hopefully this place is pretty soundproof. Having a house set up means I should be able to call and get Kalena registered for school there, so that’ll be good too.

Anyway, here I am at 28 weeks.


And 29 weeks.



I’ve had several comments on suddenly looking bigger, and I believe it. I feel bigger. The pieces in my wardrobe that fit are dwindling in number. Especially pants. (Another good reason to switch to all yoga pants all the time.) 

We’ve made no progress on the name front. I’m getting a little worried that I’m gonna end up in labor before we even have a list of names we like. I’m not sure if it’s the move, or not finding out the sex, or just the fact that this is our fourth baby, but we haven’t even really discussed names. Probably something we should do.

27 weeks

Well, I made it again. That’s 6 years in a row! It seems like NaBloPoMo is ending abruptly this year, probably because Thanksgiving was so late. I can’t believe December starts tomorrow. Cue me panicking about Christmas and the million things we need to do before we move.

Anyway, I’m at 27 weeks already which seems insane. I’m still feeling like I’m about halfway through. Everything’s about the same. I have a cold (shocking, considering I’ve been around 10 kids who all have colds. Oh, wait, not shocking at all.) Really nothing else new.



How’s everything with you?

26 weeks

Gestational diabetes results are back and NO gestational diabetes this time! Woo! I would say sugar here I come, but eating too much of it still makes me feel awful, so sugar in moderation here I come? (Really doesn’t have the same ring to it.)

I’ve gained about 31 lbs so far this pregnancy, and I’m guessing that won’t slow down going in to the holidays. Oh well!

I’m having my first experience with sciatica and it’s SUPER FUN. (Yeah, not fun at all.) It seems better if I spend a lot of time sitting on the couch and having 3 young children really lends itself to doing that, so that’s working out pretty well. I’m very much hoping this is temporary.

Right now I’m using a pregnancy body pillow that belongs to my sister. It’s this one from Bed Bath and Beyond.

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I’m not gonna lie, I thought it was excessive when she bought it (and I sleep with a body pillow always!) but YOU GUYS. This pillow is AWESOME. I’m tempted to kick Brian out of bed so I can use it for the rest of pregnancy. (I’m currently at my sisters’ and he’s at home.) Although, I do wonder if I’d feel claustrophobic in it at the end.

Anyway, here I am at 26 weeks. You can’t really tell from the picture, but I’m in yoga pants which makes this picture a more accurate representation than most.