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Friday, September 29, 2006
I'm wide awake after my 4:30 a.m. Wake and Prod session. I know they have to monitor me, but bleh.
Thanks for all the nice messages; I'm getting through my email backlog slowly. I need to stay on my left side as much as possible and it makes typing complicated! But we really appreciate all the support and good wishes.
I'm doing fine, I've just sort of gone into incubator mode and it's not like I have a lot of decisions to make. I give them blood when they ask for it and let them poke me with giant Pee Wee's Playhouse prop syringes full of drugs for the baby.
Meanwhile, Dennis is holding down the day job and writing and keeping me company at the hospital and then going home to an empty apartment that isn't ready for the baby. Plus he has to placate Disgruntled Gracie who is very confused by my absence and has turned into Velcro Kitty. I think I have the easier job in some ways.
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Wednesday, September 27, 2006
You know what really, really blows? Bed rest. In the hospital. Which is where I currently find myself. For the next couple of weeks.
I went for my usual check-up with the OB this morning, and ended up getting admitted instead of returning to work. My blood pressure is far too high and my kidneys aren't doing their part, either.
It's toxemia, so I'm not sure what's going to happen next. I'll be lucky to keep him in another four weeks to get him to 34 weeks before I have to deliver. It will probably be more like two or three weeks.
I have an ultrasound by a neonatal specialist on Friday to check how developed the baby's lungs are, and they're giving me drugs to help his lungs mature faster, which is the biggest hurdle for preemies.
We have most of what we need to bring him home, and the rest will take care of itself most likely. We'll need to get some tiny little preemie diapers and pjs, and he won't have a gorgeous nursery, but we'll all deal.
I'm trying really hard not to freak out.
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Saturday, September 23, 2006
Fun fact: some towns have two Episcopal churches.
And if you are, say, doing a workshop on technology at a stewardship conference at one of them, you should really be sure that you mapquest the church which is actually holding the conference before you leave the house. Or else you will end up pulling into an empty parking lot and feeling confused. You will also be late for said conference, and because you are very pregnant, you will really need to pee. So you will end up shouting a description of your workshop at people while running for the ladies' room. And you will look like a GIANT DORK and will have no one to blame but your own dorky self.
Ahem. So how was your morning?
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Thursday, September 21, 2006
Gracie has supervised roof privileges when we are on the patio with her. She doesn't go very far, she just wants to sit up there and look around for as long as we'll let her.
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Wednesday, September 20, 2006
I'm still sick. This has all turned into one of my horrible lung-gunk episodes, so I'm just the most useless thing.
I'm trying not to make myself crazy by thinking of all the things I could have done with three days out of the office. As opposed to what I have done, which is nothing. I tried to knit last night and that didn't even work out. I am too sick to knit. That's not right. I'm also too tired to follow the plots on the dead-body shows, and really, when CSI:Miami is too complicated for you, you're just done. The whole point of the dead-body genre is that you can keep up with it using only the tiny part of your brain that isn't focused on knitting or random web-surfing. Where you might find things like David Caruso Scolds His Cat About Its Lackadaisical Litter-Box Use. I so love McSweeny's.
I think I was the crazy lady at the OB office yesterday, the one who should just be reassured and appeased. I haven't been able to feel the baby move much for the past couple of days, and of course I'd convinced myself that it's because I'm wheezing so much and can't breathe and he wasn't getting enough air. And of course everything was fine, and they hooked me up to the fetal monitor so I could hear his heartbeat and have proof that he was moving around. I also got some high-grade preggo-friendly prescription cough syrup, which is totally helping with the whole 'getting oxygen into my body' issue, as well as knocking me out so that I can sleep.
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Sunday, September 17, 2006
I have a cold. This sucks big time. I just took the world's longest shower, which helped me breathe a bit.
It was a better shower than the one I had yesterday, because I was fully undressed for it. Ryan and I hit some garage sales yesterday morning, and when I got home I decided to take a shower to cool off a bit. An excellent plan, although it would have gone better if I hadn't discovered that I was still wearing my underpants in the shower.
In my defense, it's not like I can see whether or not I'm wearing underpants at any given moment.
So I got my underwear off in the shower. It rolled up and got all twisted, and I was trying not to slip and fall or have it get stuck around my knees. It would have made a great YouTube video.
I was well-behaved during the garage sale outing. I'm managing to hold off the baby-stuff-buying impulse. He'll have everything he needs when he first gets here, and then we'll try to figure out what he actually needs after that. I got a scary catalog in the mail from Babies R Consumers that freaked me out a bit, because I don't even know what some of that stuff is for. I have to keep reminding myself that Target and Costco aren't going out of business the minute the baby is born, and there is this magic thing called that internet that I can use to get things brought to me by the nice UPS man. It's ok to wait and see what we really need.
It helps that Nathan is kindly outgrowing all of his early babyhood stuff, so we'll borrow his baby bucket car seat and its stroller and BabyCrack™ cradle swing and little footie jammies to start with. The Mighty Nathan has moved on to way more exciting things, like crawling and standing and eating food, so he doesn't need some silly-ass swing anymore.
Dennis just returned from the store with extra-soft kleenex and sorbet pops for the sick preggo, because he rocks.
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Friday, September 15, 2006
or, Fred Flintstone called and he wants his feet back.
Yup, it's very third trimester 'round here. Stuff hurts that didn't hurt before, I'm storing up fluid like a camel whose hump has been mysteriously relocated to its lower legs, I'm fifteen kinds of klutzy, sleep is a challenge, and I have two regularly scheduled crying jags per day. There's Morning Crying Time, generally while driving to work, and Evening Crying Time when I get home. So I guess my hormones are all over the place, too.
The good parts are, uh...
Well, I do like being able to feel the boy moving around in there. It's very reassuring and friendly. And I'm enjoying the big belly, at least the part where I can get out of the shower and yell, "make room for me giant preggo belly!" and scare Gracie.
The new apartment is great, although I've stalled out pretty dramatically on the Getting Stuff Put Away front. I've made a little progress on sewing curtains for the baby's room, but that's about it. Maybe this weekend.
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