There is no point what-so-ever in trying to compare different pregnancies, labors, or children. God has taught me this before my second child has even been born. Isn't He nice like that?
With Olivia, I felt no contractions until my water broke and had her five and a half hours later (who knows how much faster that would have gone if I would have know that being upright and moving is much more productive to labor than simply laying on my back watching Sponge Bob Square Pants). With this baby, I've been feeling regular Braxton Hicks contractions for the past two weeks and haven't dilated since week 37. Yep, I'm still at 2cm. The only difference is that the head is now in a -1 position as opposed to the -2 it's been for the past 2 weeks. That means it's a little further down. Not exactly what I've come to expect from my weekly doctor appointments that I had with Olivia where I progressed by 2cm each week.
So I'm left with no predictions. No way of controlling this process. You think maybe that's why God gave the "gift" of childbirth to women instead of men? I think we tend to try to organize and control our lives a lot more than men do. And childbirth (right alongside child-rearing!) is the opposite of "control" unless you want to do the whole induction/epidural combo. Which, as I already explained in a previous post, I don't want this time.
So I put it in God's hands. Here You go.
I've also decided to try Raspberry Tea. Even though it's not *supposed to* cause labor to start, it has been proven in some studies to make your contractions more efficient. I was drinking this while pregnant with Olivia and I didn't even know the benefits! I was just more of a stickler about caffiene and this was my favorite flavor herbal tea.
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Friday, March 16
Friday, March 9
Bah. Nothing. Nothing At All.
So I went to the doctor again today. Nobody wins. Nobody guessed that I would be exactly the same as I was the week before. No changes what-so-ever. 2cm and 80% effaced. And I've been having Braxton Hicks contractions all week. I didn't get those at all with Olivia, so I was convinced that I must be progressing faster this time. Nope.
But God is in control and He knows best. So I'll just trust that He's got a reason for this delay of progress.*
So any takers on next week? Will I still be pregnant next week? If so, how far along? I will be 39 weeks next time I go in, which is when I was induced and had Olivia last time.
*For those of you not following this story closely: With Olivia, I progressed by 2cm every week from 36 weeks until I reached 5 cm and then was induced at 39 weeks.
Oh, and you people guessing times that the baby will be born, be sure you put an a.m. or p.m. so I know how nice (or mean) you're being.
But God is in control and He knows best. So I'll just trust that He's got a reason for this delay of progress.*
So any takers on next week? Will I still be pregnant next week? If so, how far along? I will be 39 weeks next time I go in, which is when I was induced and had Olivia last time.
*For those of you not following this story closely: With Olivia, I progressed by 2cm every week from 36 weeks until I reached 5 cm and then was induced at 39 weeks.
Oh, and you people guessing times that the baby will be born, be sure you put an a.m. or p.m. so I know how nice (or mean) you're being.
Wednesday, March 7
My Own March Madness
Ok, I've seen all you and your basketball pools and what-not. Well, here's something that interests me far more.
Let's see who can guess the closest on the following:
1) How dilated will I be on Friday?
2) What day will Baby Boy be born on?
3) What time will Baby Boy be born?
4) How much will he weigh?
5) How long will he be?
And the bonus question: What name will we ultimately decide on?
And because I have no prizes to give out and no way to organize it, this will be a free pool! What a great value! Of course, if anyone wants to organize it for me, I'd appreciate it greatly... *cough* JEREMY *cough*. I think the prize last time was one glorious goldfish! Who won that, anyway? Was said goldfish actually ever delivered? If so, is he still alive? If not, is he still alive?
Okay, leave lots of comments because that's how I validate my existance.
Let's see who can guess the closest on the following:
1) How dilated will I be on Friday?
2) What day will Baby Boy be born on?
3) What time will Baby Boy be born?
4) How much will he weigh?
5) How long will he be?
And the bonus question: What name will we ultimately decide on?
And because I have no prizes to give out and no way to organize it, this will be a free pool! What a great value! Of course, if anyone wants to organize it for me, I'd appreciate it greatly... *cough* JEREMY *cough*. I think the prize last time was one glorious goldfish! Who won that, anyway? Was said goldfish actually ever delivered? If so, is he still alive? If not, is he still alive?
Okay, leave lots of comments because that's how I validate my existance.
Friday, March 2
2 cm & 80%
So I'm a bit behind in one category and a bit ahead in the other. (Considering with Olivia at 37 weeks, I was 3cm and 75%.) But congratulations to Ashley!! Tell me what you want and I'll cook it for you next time you come over. Oh, and I'm officially declaring a tie between Ashley and Jes, since Jes wanted to choose 2 cm, but Ashley beat her to it, so she went with 2.5, even though she knew they didn't measure in half centimeters. So you can both come on over - just tell me by the Monday before what you want so I can shop for it. :-)
But I'm excited. He almost didn't check my cervix because the nurse asked if I was having contractions or any other sign of labor and I said "no," like I always do. And when she told me he might not check me until next week then, I said, "Oh, but I was 3 cm dilated at this point in my last pregnancy. I didn't feel the contractions until they broke my water - and at that point I was around 7cm." Her eyes got a little bigger and she decided maybe the doctor should check me after all. Hehe.
But the reason I'm excited is because that means this pregnancy is turning out to be very similar to Olivia's (which, as mentioned above, was rather painless until the intervention). And since I've decided to do this labor with as few interventions as possible, maybe this one will be even more painless. The doctor told me to call if I did start having contractions and they were five minutes apart, but then he looked at me and said, "Or if your water breaks, which seems might be more likely." He said if that happens, to simply call on the way to the hospital. I told him I still had a few hours in between water-breakage and birth last time, but he told me they go quicker the second (and third, forth, so on) time.
So my hope and prayer? That since I'm letting my body (and God, of course) do things the way He intended, maybe my water won't break until I'm fully dilated and ready to push. And maybe I won't feel contractions until then either. And since this is my second baby, maybe the pushing stage will go much more quickly (read: less painfully) and I won't be as tempted to get the epidural.
Why don't I just get induced and get the epidural? Because induction is not a natural thing and could have dangerous side effects leading to emergency C-sections (also not a very natural thing and a major surgery). And induction leads to more painful and more intense contractions. During labor you are supposed to have at least 60 seconds in between contractions. Because of the pitocin, my contractions came three at a time with less than half a minute in between each set of three. And why do I not want an epidural? Because 1) It's rather boring to just lay there in bed because you can't move your legs and 2) my body wasn't made to give birth laying down flat on my back. That leads to more complications that could (and did, in my case) make for a longer and more painful recovery. I decided this time that I would rather go through a couple hours of intense pain than a couple weeks less intense, but still debilitating pain. And because there has been research done that proves a link between breastfeeding problems and epidurals. And because epidurals involve sticking a needle in your spine.
I'm glad this pregnancy is following so closely to Olivia's because I have some idea of what to expect. With Olivia, when they told me I was dilated, I thought I would give birth at any moment. Instead, it took a few weeks. Now I know more about how my body works. I'm still praying for a March 9th delivery (have I explained that? It's Josh's first day of spring break), but I'm okay with whatever God deems best.
So what do you think I'll be at next Friday?
But I'm excited. He almost didn't check my cervix because the nurse asked if I was having contractions or any other sign of labor and I said "no," like I always do. And when she told me he might not check me until next week then, I said, "Oh, but I was 3 cm dilated at this point in my last pregnancy. I didn't feel the contractions until they broke my water - and at that point I was around 7cm." Her eyes got a little bigger and she decided maybe the doctor should check me after all. Hehe.
But the reason I'm excited is because that means this pregnancy is turning out to be very similar to Olivia's (which, as mentioned above, was rather painless until the intervention). And since I've decided to do this labor with as few interventions as possible, maybe this one will be even more painless. The doctor told me to call if I did start having contractions and they were five minutes apart, but then he looked at me and said, "Or if your water breaks, which seems might be more likely." He said if that happens, to simply call on the way to the hospital. I told him I still had a few hours in between water-breakage and birth last time, but he told me they go quicker the second (and third, forth, so on) time.
So my hope and prayer? That since I'm letting my body (and God, of course) do things the way He intended, maybe my water won't break until I'm fully dilated and ready to push. And maybe I won't feel contractions until then either. And since this is my second baby, maybe the pushing stage will go much more quickly (read: less painfully) and I won't be as tempted to get the epidural.
Why don't I just get induced and get the epidural? Because induction is not a natural thing and could have dangerous side effects leading to emergency C-sections (also not a very natural thing and a major surgery). And induction leads to more painful and more intense contractions. During labor you are supposed to have at least 60 seconds in between contractions. Because of the pitocin, my contractions came three at a time with less than half a minute in between each set of three. And why do I not want an epidural? Because 1) It's rather boring to just lay there in bed because you can't move your legs and 2) my body wasn't made to give birth laying down flat on my back. That leads to more complications that could (and did, in my case) make for a longer and more painful recovery. I decided this time that I would rather go through a couple hours of intense pain than a couple weeks less intense, but still debilitating pain. And because there has been research done that proves a link between breastfeeding problems and epidurals. And because epidurals involve sticking a needle in your spine.
I'm glad this pregnancy is following so closely to Olivia's because I have some idea of what to expect. With Olivia, when they told me I was dilated, I thought I would give birth at any moment. Instead, it took a few weeks. Now I know more about how my body works. I'm still praying for a March 9th delivery (have I explained that? It's Josh's first day of spring break), but I'm okay with whatever God deems best.
So what do you think I'll be at next Friday?
Wednesday, February 28
I Don't Nest
So the "nesting instinct" is this supposed universal response to clean and prepare everything for the arrival of your unborn child. It's supposed to get more intense as the birth draws nearer.
Yeah, I get lazier as the birth draws nearer. I just sit here and think about how extremely difficult it would be to get up right now. To even lean forward. You're lucky I'm not on the couch with my feet on the coffee table. That is my preferred position for the 9th month and it was when I was pregnant with Olivia, too. Ok, so now that I take the time to look back (thank goodness for Blogger), I see that I did go a bit crazy with the laundry aspect of preparing for baby. But that's it. and since most of it has been used already and therefore is already washed, and the few boy clothes we have gotten have already been washed... there's nothing else to do but sit here and blog about how I don't nest.
Actually, though, besides the lack of nesting, I experience an additional decrease in the desire to do things I've normally been doing for months now. For example: it is my responsibility to clean up the dinner dishes. Josh cleans the spaghetti off of the floor, cabinets, high chair, and tray; and then I clean up the dishes. Well, I put away the leftovers... aaaaand sat down at the computer with the chair as reclined as it can get while still allowing me to reach the keyboard.
And cleaning the bathroom every week? It's every other week now. Even if we have company coming over. I'll take a square of toilet paper and get all the dust and towel-lint off the back of the toilet and the corners of the tub and call it a day. Of course, I was chastised by Josh when he caught me standing on the side of the tub cleaning the tiles one Saturday and was told to let him do that from now on (that was going to be a post in and of itself called "How to Get Your Husband to Clean the Bathroom for You" and was going to include the following steps: 1) Get pregnant, 2) Wait 9 months 3) Let him catch you standing in precarious positions on slippery surfaces with the dizzying smell of Lysol drifting out of the toilet bowl).
Okay, well... now that you know the truth about the ninth month, or mine anyway, I'm going to hoist myself up to take care of the dishes because even though the intrinsic reward of satisfaction in a job well done doesn't motivate me enough, the extrinsic punishment of all the bugs that will gather does.
Yeah, I get lazier as the birth draws nearer. I just sit here and think about how extremely difficult it would be to get up right now. To even lean forward. You're lucky I'm not on the couch with my feet on the coffee table. That is my preferred position for the 9th month and it was when I was pregnant with Olivia, too. Ok, so now that I take the time to look back (thank goodness for Blogger), I see that I did go a bit crazy with the laundry aspect of preparing for baby. But that's it. and since most of it has been used already and therefore is already washed, and the few boy clothes we have gotten have already been washed... there's nothing else to do but sit here and blog about how I don't nest.
Actually, though, besides the lack of nesting, I experience an additional decrease in the desire to do things I've normally been doing for months now. For example: it is my responsibility to clean up the dinner dishes. Josh cleans the spaghetti off of the floor, cabinets, high chair, and tray; and then I clean up the dishes. Well, I put away the leftovers... aaaaand sat down at the computer with the chair as reclined as it can get while still allowing me to reach the keyboard.
And cleaning the bathroom every week? It's every other week now. Even if we have company coming over. I'll take a square of toilet paper and get all the dust and towel-lint off the back of the toilet and the corners of the tub and call it a day. Of course, I was chastised by Josh when he caught me standing on the side of the tub cleaning the tiles one Saturday and was told to let him do that from now on (that was going to be a post in and of itself called "How to Get Your Husband to Clean the Bathroom for You" and was going to include the following steps: 1) Get pregnant, 2) Wait 9 months 3) Let him catch you standing in precarious positions on slippery surfaces with the dizzying smell of Lysol drifting out of the toilet bowl).
Okay, well... now that you know the truth about the ninth month, or mine anyway, I'm going to hoist myself up to take care of the dishes because even though the intrinsic reward of satisfaction in a job well done doesn't motivate me enough, the extrinsic punishment of all the bugs that will gather does.
Pick a Number Between 1 and 10
So I've broken down my last month of pregnancy with Olivia so that I can convince myself there will be some sort of predictability with this one.
At 36 weeks, I was 1 cm dilated.
At 37 weeks, I was 3 cm dilated, 75% effaced, and her head was at -1.
At 38 weeks, I was 5 cm dilated, 90% effaced, and we forgot the head-number-thingy.
At 39 weeks, I was 5-6 cm dilated, 90% effaced, and I went in the next day to be induced.
So here I am, 2 years later, at 37 weeks again. On Friday, I go to the doctor. Josh says I'll be 1 cm. I want to say I'll be 7, but I'm pretty sure I'll be setting myself up for disappointment, so I'm going to guess 3cm and play it safe. Anyone else want to play? Just pick a number between 1 and 10. The winner gets... dinner at our place the next time you come visit. :-P
At 36 weeks, I was 1 cm dilated.
At 37 weeks, I was 3 cm dilated, 75% effaced, and her head was at -1.
At 38 weeks, I was 5 cm dilated, 90% effaced, and we forgot the head-number-thingy.
At 39 weeks, I was 5-6 cm dilated, 90% effaced, and I went in the next day to be induced.
So here I am, 2 years later, at 37 weeks again. On Friday, I go to the doctor. Josh says I'll be 1 cm. I want to say I'll be 7, but I'm pretty sure I'll be setting myself up for disappointment, so I'm going to guess 3cm and play it safe. Anyone else want to play? Just pick a number between 1 and 10. The winner gets... dinner at our place the next time you come visit. :-P
Saturday, December 9
My Ultrasound - For Real This Time
I wasn't even going to blog anything, I was so disappointed in the lack of curiousity displayed. I suppose that had something to do with the fact that most everyone insisted on hearing personally instead of from the blog. Then, anyone else who wanted to know IM'ed me before I got the chance to blog and found out that way. Although, some found out more quickly than others (poor Jeremy had to withstand 15 minutes of torture while Joel tricked his way into a quick answer). The blogs just don't come as easily or as quickly as they used to.
So, my ultrasound. There's only one baby. There are 2 arms, 2 legs, 10 fingers, 11 toes... wait, typo - make that 10 toes. According to the measurements, my due date is now March 21 - amost a whole week earlier than the previous March 27th date. That's happy. They recorded the whole ultrasound, which took at least 15 minutes, so we have that as a momento. We tried to watch it when we got home, but Olivia just wasn't as interested because no one came out and sang a Silly Song. The ultrasound itself was kind of boring compared to the one I got with Livi. There wasn't a monitor for me to look at (there was when I had Livi's done), so I stared at some generic hotel-quality floral painting on the opposite wall for about the whole time. For the first half of the appointment, the lady didn't even say anything. She was staring at the monitor with a severe look of concentration, frowning at times. That's a pretty scary thing to encounter. I was wondering, "What's wrong? How many are in there?! What are you frowning at?!!" Then, all of a sudden, she burst into conversation about a recent news report about a father who went missing after being trapped with his family in his car for 9 days in a snow storm. Mmmm-k.
Oh, and did I mention that Josh wasn't allowed to come back with me? Not until the last 5 minutes or so. I don't understand why, but since Olivia was with him, I'm sort of glad it had to be that way. Because, again, as soon as she saw me lying down with a strange device rolling over my belly, she started crying and reaching for me. Ahh, my protective baby. I just wish Josh could have been in there when she told me what the gender of the baby was. I thought she'd wait til we were both in there so we could hear together. But no. Oh, well. He was thrilled!
We do have pictures that they printed off for us, but we have no scanner. So I guess I could call the library and see if they have public scanners for use, but that's the only thing I could think of short of making you wait until we bring them to Missouri for Christmas and scan them there. And when I see my mom, I'm giving her the VHS so she can make it a DVD and then we'll be able to put it on the computer and the internet. It's not the most interesting and it's really long. But we enjoy it!
So, now we've got to start picking out some names...
So, my ultrasound. There's only one baby. There are 2 arms, 2 legs, 10 fingers, 11 toes... wait, typo - make that 10 toes. According to the measurements, my due date is now March 21 - amost a whole week earlier than the previous March 27th date. That's happy. They recorded the whole ultrasound, which took at least 15 minutes, so we have that as a momento. We tried to watch it when we got home, but Olivia just wasn't as interested because no one came out and sang a Silly Song. The ultrasound itself was kind of boring compared to the one I got with Livi. There wasn't a monitor for me to look at (there was when I had Livi's done), so I stared at some generic hotel-quality floral painting on the opposite wall for about the whole time. For the first half of the appointment, the lady didn't even say anything. She was staring at the monitor with a severe look of concentration, frowning at times. That's a pretty scary thing to encounter. I was wondering, "What's wrong? How many are in there?! What are you frowning at?!!" Then, all of a sudden, she burst into conversation about a recent news report about a father who went missing after being trapped with his family in his car for 9 days in a snow storm. Mmmm-k.
Oh, and did I mention that Josh wasn't allowed to come back with me? Not until the last 5 minutes or so. I don't understand why, but since Olivia was with him, I'm sort of glad it had to be that way. Because, again, as soon as she saw me lying down with a strange device rolling over my belly, she started crying and reaching for me. Ahh, my protective baby. I just wish Josh could have been in there when she told me what the gender of the baby was. I thought she'd wait til we were both in there so we could hear together. But no. Oh, well. He was thrilled!
We do have pictures that they printed off for us, but we have no scanner. So I guess I could call the library and see if they have public scanners for use, but that's the only thing I could think of short of making you wait until we bring them to Missouri for Christmas and scan them there. And when I see my mom, I'm giving her the VHS so she can make it a DVD and then we'll be able to put it on the computer and the internet. It's not the most interesting and it's really long. But we enjoy it!
So, now we've got to start picking out some names...
Wednesday, December 6
My Ultrasound
Haha, fooled you. You thought I had an ultrasound. I'm not lying, this post will be about my ultrasound... and my anticipation for it. IT'S TOMORROW! At 1:45p.m. And they said to bring a VHS tape, so that means they'll record it for us! Then, next time I see my mom, I'll have her put it over on DVD and we'll put it on the computer for all to see. There, I'm done talking about my ultrasound.
Now I'll talk about the apppointment I had yesterday. First, the due date. She said I was measuring about 24 weeks, so we were right on target with our own due date calculations. We still don't have an actual *date*, but we'll most likely get one of those tomorrow. We got to hear the heart beat, and that would be been really exciting, but Livi was crying the whole time. I'll talk about that later; it's really quite sweet. The nurse said that if you believe in old wives tales, then this one will be a girl because the heartrate's fast. But then, if we believed in old wives tales, we would have though Livi was a boy because I carried her so low. So we don't believe in those. We believe in ultrasounds. I'm not sure I liked the nurse, actually. I liked the main nurse, the nurse practitioner. She was very sweet and, well, likeable. But the other one who did all the examining 1) wasn't the gentlest and 2) thought it was her place to tell us when we should and shouldn't have more children. She actually told us to make sure we take a break for at least a couple years before having another. Not that we weren't already planning on doing that, but advice coming from a stranger just irks me. And what if we didn't? She said my body needs at least 2 years to recover from having a baby. Which really made me feel like she thought I was making a mistake having another one so soon. We got pregnant when Livi was 12 months. And if God wants to give us another when this one is 12 months, then I'll leave that up to Him, not this nurse.
But I'll end on a bittersweet note. I said earlier that Livi was crying throughout most of the appointment. (She did leave for a convenient diaper change for the inappropriate parts). But she cried when they checked my blood pressure, she cried when they listened to my heart and lungs, and she cried when they listened to the baby's heartbeat. And do you know why? She thought they were hurting me. Isn't that sweet? She's become familiar with the Health Clinic. It's where she gets her shots. So when they started doing strange things to me, she thought they were going to give me shots, and that I would hurt, and that I would cry. Josh was holding her and she was just reaching for me the whole time anything was happening to me like she wanted to come protect me and comfort me. Oh, I just love her so much!
Now I'll talk about the apppointment I had yesterday. First, the due date. She said I was measuring about 24 weeks, so we were right on target with our own due date calculations. We still don't have an actual *date*, but we'll most likely get one of those tomorrow. We got to hear the heart beat, and that would be been really exciting, but Livi was crying the whole time. I'll talk about that later; it's really quite sweet. The nurse said that if you believe in old wives tales, then this one will be a girl because the heartrate's fast. But then, if we believed in old wives tales, we would have though Livi was a boy because I carried her so low. So we don't believe in those. We believe in ultrasounds. I'm not sure I liked the nurse, actually. I liked the main nurse, the nurse practitioner. She was very sweet and, well, likeable. But the other one who did all the examining 1) wasn't the gentlest and 2) thought it was her place to tell us when we should and shouldn't have more children. She actually told us to make sure we take a break for at least a couple years before having another. Not that we weren't already planning on doing that, but advice coming from a stranger just irks me. And what if we didn't? She said my body needs at least 2 years to recover from having a baby. Which really made me feel like she thought I was making a mistake having another one so soon. We got pregnant when Livi was 12 months. And if God wants to give us another when this one is 12 months, then I'll leave that up to Him, not this nurse.
But I'll end on a bittersweet note. I said earlier that Livi was crying throughout most of the appointment. (She did leave for a convenient diaper change for the inappropriate parts). But she cried when they checked my blood pressure, she cried when they listened to my heart and lungs, and she cried when they listened to the baby's heartbeat. And do you know why? She thought they were hurting me. Isn't that sweet? She's become familiar with the Health Clinic. It's where she gets her shots. So when they started doing strange things to me, she thought they were going to give me shots, and that I would hurt, and that I would cry. Josh was holding her and she was just reaching for me the whole time anything was happening to me like she wanted to come protect me and comfort me. Oh, I just love her so much!
Tuesday, November 28
"Doctor" Appointment
So a few people have expressed disappointment that when I blogged, I chose a grammar lesson instead of my "doctor" appointment to blog about. Sorry. I was going to blog about my appointment last night, but blogger wasn't working. Then this morning in the shower (where all good thinking is done) I was consumed with my annoyance about the misused "I" and so that's what I blogged about. :-)
Last Wednesday, I didn't have a doctor appointment. I didn't even have a nurse appointment. I had a "prenatal cluster" appointment. I met with about 15 other pregnant women and sat for three hours while two nurses had us fill out paperwork, took our blood, and taught us how to be pregnant. I learned all sorts of interesting things; like not to smoke, drink, or do drugs. I also learned I should eat, but not overeat. It was quite informational. I'm glad I had the opportunity to go. (If you can't sense the sarcasm at this point, you don't know me very well.) But anyway, the three-hour-classroom-type setting is the reason why they wouldn't let me take Olivia back with me last month. I guess that makes sense. But really, they could have drawn my blood, given me the paperwork and told me to bring it back filled in for my next appointment. Olivia could have been there for that. There should be some kind of excemption for women who have been through this within the last two years. It's kinda still fresh in my memory - how to be pregnant and all.
But I have an actual nurse practitioner appointment set for December 5. At 3:45. I'm so excited! I should get an ultrasound appointment at that point, too. :-D It might not be long now, folks! I did snicker at the prenatal cluster when they explained how often the appointments would be. They said up to 28 weeks, you see a nurse once a month, then twice a month after that. I'm 23 weeks. By my appointment I'll be 24. This means I'll have one monthly appointment and then I'll be biweekly until the 9th month (36 weeks), then I'll be weekly. That'll make the time just fly by! I remember with Olivia, once I got to the biweekly stage, everything went very quickly from that point on. Well, until school got out and all I did was sit around, read Harry Potter, and wait for the baby to come. But I think Olivia will keep me busy enough that that won't happen this time.
Well, that was my "doctor" appointment. Hopefully I'll have more to say after my December 5th appointment. Like maybe an actual due date. Or an ultrasound date. Exciting times!
Last Wednesday, I didn't have a doctor appointment. I didn't even have a nurse appointment. I had a "prenatal cluster" appointment. I met with about 15 other pregnant women and sat for three hours while two nurses had us fill out paperwork, took our blood, and taught us how to be pregnant. I learned all sorts of interesting things; like not to smoke, drink, or do drugs. I also learned I should eat, but not overeat. It was quite informational. I'm glad I had the opportunity to go. (If you can't sense the sarcasm at this point, you don't know me very well.) But anyway, the three-hour-classroom-type setting is the reason why they wouldn't let me take Olivia back with me last month. I guess that makes sense. But really, they could have drawn my blood, given me the paperwork and told me to bring it back filled in for my next appointment. Olivia could have been there for that. There should be some kind of excemption for women who have been through this within the last two years. It's kinda still fresh in my memory - how to be pregnant and all.
But I have an actual nurse practitioner appointment set for December 5. At 3:45. I'm so excited! I should get an ultrasound appointment at that point, too. :-D It might not be long now, folks! I did snicker at the prenatal cluster when they explained how often the appointments would be. They said up to 28 weeks, you see a nurse once a month, then twice a month after that. I'm 23 weeks. By my appointment I'll be 24. This means I'll have one monthly appointment and then I'll be biweekly until the 9th month (36 weeks), then I'll be weekly. That'll make the time just fly by! I remember with Olivia, once I got to the biweekly stage, everything went very quickly from that point on. Well, until school got out and all I did was sit around, read Harry Potter, and wait for the baby to come. But I think Olivia will keep me busy enough that that won't happen this time.
Well, that was my "doctor" appointment. Hopefully I'll have more to say after my December 5th appointment. Like maybe an actual due date. Or an ultrasound date. Exciting times!
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