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Got the exercise ball out today! Decided I am officially too pregnant to sit on couches that are too deep for me. They make my back hurt and I flounder like a beached whale to get up. (The couches are wonderful for Bruce, who is 6'4", and they fold out into very comfortable double futons, so I don't mind, but even stuffing three throw pillows behind my back isn't helping any more.) So I'm sitting at the desk typing on my big pink exercise ball. The critter seems to like it; he's been very active since I sat here.

Filled up my whole recycle can today, and about half my neighbor's. I don't like using cardboard in the wood stoves; it makes a ton of ash and isn't really that great for kindling because it seems to suck up all the moisture in the air. I'd much rather recycle it, but geez oh man did we have a lot of it after Christmas. So glad to have the pile gone, though Mr. Hudson has been giving me evil looks for getting rid of his impromptu kitty castle.

Glencora looks completely normal now, though she is still reluctant to have me fuss with her mouth. And no more seizures, which is a huge relief. Thanks everyone who sent such nice thoughts our way.

Grand total of only 1 accident from Katrina yesterday, and so far none today. And today I haven't even prompted her to try; she's doing it all on her own. Woo-hoo! Though she does insist on bringing the potty into the den to use it, rather than going in the bathroom. Probably because the den is almost 70 degrees while the bathroom is about 52. We're making plans to go out with Melissa and the girls tomorrow to test drive this whole continence thing.
colliemommie: (facepalm)

So, Bruce is holding Baby and having deep conversation of the "Who's my baby? That's right! You're the baby!" variety, with lots of kisses. He then, in a case of epic wish-fulfillment, interprets his 6 week-old daughter making fishy lips as her trying to give kisses back.

The rest I remember in slow-mo, like a bad horror film. His face gets closer and closer to hers, all the while saying "Who gives kisses? Does the baby give kisses?" Suddenly she gets this crazy light in her eyes that I know all too well, and latches on to his nose.


It got even better when he tried to pull her off and couldn't because of Baby Super-Latch (tm). I had to break the suction and get her off for him. Baby was, needless to say, very confused.

And I was irresistably reminded of the neighbor kid when I was about ten who got a garter snake clamped to his nose in much the same way. At least we didn't need to cut the baby in half with a pair of pliers to get her off.
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Oh the joys of naming babies.

So no joy on boy's names. He wants RBKIII, and I want Robert John or Robert Nicholas.

We do have two front-runners for girls that we both like: Elena Elizabeth and Christina Elizabeth. I like Elena best, but Christina isn't bad. It reminds me of the girl from Flambards, and she had a lot to recommend her.

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Is anyone any good with photo editing? It doesn't need to be super good quality, but I would ever so much love a picture of the Predator wearing the ducky bathing suit. (I can take new suit pics if needed.)


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Yesterday we went to the doctor to get an NT screening. The idea is that by measuring the back of the baby's neck between 11 and 13 weeks, plus a blood test, the lab can give odds on this particular baby having Downs Syndrome. The Muffin was no cooperating, but we did get a full 15 minutes of watching it jump around. There was waving, kicking, spinning, hiccups, finger sucking and tongue sticking-out. It was a lot of fun, except that I now have one giant bruise where my left ovary used to be.

Dad and I had a conversation several weeks ago that basically revolved around "Are you sure it's not a puppy?" All embyoes look the same, whether they're lizard, pig, or human, and my father refused to get excited until I could tell him which species I was carrying. Well, the muffin already looks human in profile, and has the expected number of fingers and limbs. But here is the little critter face-on as of yesterday:

Now, I'm not given to wild theories, but this ultrasound, plus my pregnancy blackouts, plus watching 4 seasons of X-Files in a row has me thinking. I regularly lose time and wake up with upholestery marks on my face and no idea how I got there, which we all know is a prime indication of alien abduction. I'm thinking that I should ask them to wand me very carefully at the airport tomorrow...there may be a chip somewhere I haven't found. Probably somewhere in my chest; it's all bumpity lately and I think the whole "it's just the hormones" thing is a government cover-up.

Having come to this conclusion, I do what any sensible woman does: I called my Daddy. I told him that the baby was human. Well, humanoid. It might very well be an alien.

"Huh," he says. "Reptilian or insectoid?"


"Good. I'm open-minded but no grandkid of mine is going to have compound eyes." Pause. "So, what is it?"

"Like male or female you mean?"

"No. Like what is it."

"Can't tell yet, Dad. I'm hoping for a Predator."

"Ooh, that would be great...I could take it hunting!"

What would we do during these stressful and life-changing times without our families? I love my Dad so much.

x-posted to 

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Jul. 4th, 2008 09:46 am
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Happy week all around!

Tuesday I woke up feeling really good. Like normal human being, not sick crazy pregnant woman good. So, naturally, I panic. Last time I started feeling really good at the beginning of the second trimester it was because the baby died. So I call the doctor, call Bruce's mother (I'm still carless and can't even call Bruce at work) and then sit around waiting for my 245 appointment.

Anyway, super Nurse Practitioner Jennifer, who is a sweetie, comes in basically saying "no time for small talk, we need to look at this baby". Ultrasound shows what is recognizably a human baby with a great heartbeat! Then, apparently annoyed by the pressure from the ultrasound, baby starts jumping, kicking, and waving. We spent almost five minutes just watching it bounce around.

I'm very glad Bruce's mom got to see her grandbaby. She's been very anxious this time miscarriage last winter brought back a lot of awful memories for her about her miscarriages and baby Josiah, who died of SIDS before Bruce was born. We bonded, and it was really nice. The best part is that I don't feel anxious any more. I actually feel like this is really going to happen. The baby's placenta is on-line and doing what it's supposed to do, which is what the issue seems to have been last time. Plus the fact that I don't feel horrible all the time. Still a bit nauseated off and on, and lightheaded, but it's not like the perma-flu feeling of the past two months.

Then Wednesday was our 3rd wedding anniverary and Bruce actually had the day off. So we went to Bravo for lunch, where we just happened to run into his mother, aunt, and Mumsie. Bruce hadn't even known his grandmother was alread moved up from Georgia. So it was a very nice time. Then we played in the Honeytree, which is a very fancy children's clothing store next to the restaurant. Bruce is so convinced the baby is a girl that he bought a little bathing suit for her. It's light blue with yellow polkadots, and a little ruffle around the bottom. Appliqued on the front is a big yellow ducky with a pink butterfly on its nose. There's also a little pink butterfly on the ruffle on the back. It's the cutest thing ever, and now the baby's almost sure to be a boy.   ;-)

After the ducky suit, Bruce wanted to go out to Chesapeake and take a look at the Babies'r'Us store. (Apparently I'm not the only one who now feels it's safe to get excited.) I was amazed at his capacity for stroller shopping. I ended up buying a protein bar and taking a nap in a rocking chair.

Just a nice few days in general. Yay!

colliemommie: (facepalm)

...and I am the universe's bitch, I HAVE SHINGLES!

Fricking shingles. 26 and pregnant, with shingles. It's funny, but unfortunately no one is lying when they say shingles is "extremely painful". Incidentally, why does everyone use those two words to describe it? Always the same ones..."extremely painful".

On the plus side, I think my perinatologist now has considerable respect for my pain tolerance. I was talking to him on the phone last night trying to convince him that I understand the difference between discomfort and pain. Dealing with pregnancy-crazed women all the time, I don't think he believed me. Said it was probably an allergic reaction. This morning at the office he had about five people troop in to look at me and my textbook case of shingles. I felt like a guest star on House. The doctor used the magic words "extremely painful" and I got an appraising look that seemed pretty favorable. Hopefully my concept of pain will not be in question in the future.

I am trying to figure out how what looks like a rash can do absolutely everything EXCEPT itch. It burns, it has shooting pain, it radiates, it feels hot and infected, and it feels creepily like little tiny kittens are crawling up the inside of my skin using all their claws. The clawing feeling is the oddest, and hurts the most.

So now I am racking up brave little toaster points while I wait for this anti-viral to do something. I can't take any pain meds because of the little critter, but thankfully the shingles doesn't put it at risk at all. Apparently shingles is mainly a nerve thing, and there is no new infection in my blood, just the old chicken pox immunity.

Still, what the hell? Bruce went on at unflattering length about how this is just like me. Not only do I get every complication one could possibly expect, but then I get the absolute last thing you'd ever think I would get given my age, health, and condition.

Bruce's mom has gotten shingles fairly regularly ever since she had all that chemo four years ago. I told my mother-in-law I got them so I could be more like her. We both found that way too funny.

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Dr. S,

I am writing in regards to one of your medical students, X, in an effort to bring his unprofessional and callous behavior to your attention.

I was at the office this past Monday morning to have an appointment with Dr. W. While my husband and I were waiting in the exam room, this young man came in, introduced himself by his first name only, sat down, and opened conversation by saying "So what's up?" At no point did he identify himself as a medical student, state what his purpose was, or ask my permission to remain in the room.

He then looked at my chart and said "I see this is your second pregnancy. So what happened?"

I do not consider "so what happened" an appropriate way in which to bring up the topic of my missed abortion, which occurred less than six months ago. This is still a very painful and emotional topic, and I resent my loss being treated in such a cavalier fashion.

 I replied that all the information was in my chart. X then said "I'm sure it's all in there, but we need to hear about it from you."

His answer indicated to me that he had not even bothered to look over my chart completely before asking personal questions. Also, I am not sure who "we" was meant to include. X never introduced himself as anyone's agent, nor was he accepted as such by me. One of the reasons that I am a patient of Dr. W particularly is that he attended me this past winter and is familiar with my medical history. I am still grieving this loss and do not "need" to share my personal experiences and be reduced to tears by a complete stranger.

While I understand that Tidewater Perinatal is a teaching practice, as a paying patient any student participation in my care is at my sole discretion. I do not appreciate and will not tolerate the arrogance, unprofessionalism, and complete lack of concern with which I was treated by X. He made it very clear that myself, my current pregnancy, and my dead baby were nothing more to him than a classroom exercise. He never requested my permission to ask questions or remain in the room, but behaved throughout with an air of entitlement and a disregard for my emotions and rights as a patient.

I would strongly suggest that X be monitored in his dealings with patients in the future. He has proven himself unable to live up to the extremely high personal and professional standards I have observed in every member of this practice. I would be sorry to have him continue to needlessly offend and upset your patients in this way.

I am sending a hard copy of this letter to the practice, as well as (the medical school this jackass attends).

Thank you for your attention to this matter. Please feel free to contact me at xxx.xxxx if you have any questions.

Please notice I made it all the way through without using the phrase "Fuck you. Sideways." It was an effort.

I didn't even get into the part where he started asking Bruce quesitons instead of me. Because why bother talking to the pregnant lady when there's a man available?

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Another Saturday, another dozen yard sales. Took Bruce and several bottles of water with me this time, to avoid a repeat of last week's dehydration and overextertion-induced contractions.

We cleaned up, again.  Bruce went absolutely insane at one sale where the woman had gotten a lot of baby clothes without knowing if it was a boy or a girl. So there was a lot of yellow and green, and a surfeit of baby duckies. We rummaged through 3 huge tupperware bins and picked out every...single...thing with a ducky on it. Onsies, fuzzy jumpsuits, even ducky booties. Hope hypothetical critter looks good in yellow...

I was going to pass on the baby audio set (is your fetus wired for sound?), but Bruce insisted. His rationale was that, since I'm so anxious, it will be good for me to have. You can't use it until about 5 months, but this way if I get worried or the baby doesn't move one day I can find the heartbeat and be reassured. It made me cry...I have the most thoughtful husband ever.

Of course I don't need any of the maternity clothes yet, but it's all washed a packed up for this summer. I refuse to buy any's really extortionate what they expect you to pay, and the indifferent quality. Between what I got today and what Erin has to send me from home, I should be pretty well set.
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I had an hour of contractions. It hurt.

Apparently, in my orgy of productivity today (and four hours of yard work yesterday) I forgot to drink enough fluids. Dehydration leads the body to release, not only anti-diuretic hormones, but oxytocin. Oxytocin causes uterine contractions. Suckiness ensued.

I've drunk tons of water and two glasses of orange juice in the past two hours and am feeling much better. Of course it happens while Bruce is away in Charlottesville and I'm all alone.

I'm going to stay up another hour to keep hydrating, then lots of sleep.

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To quote any number of Heyer heroines "I am increasing."

I'm about ten weeks along, and the fainting and nausea has gotten to the point where people are figuring it out without my telling them. So, time for big happy announcement!  Ta-da!

So far there is much rejoicing all around. This will be the first grandchild on either side, and the first great-grandchild for my grandparents (well, possibly. My cousin's wife is due about five days before me, so it's on.)  Right now I'm just very sleepy and extremely thirsty. Hubbykins tells people I'm "Sleeping for Two", which I think is just the cutest thing.

Eep. Just found out the temp is going to be in the teens tonight. Must go haul wood...


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