Category Archives: Health Stuff

My heart’s on fire

…and not just with love for our unborn child.

Ladies and gentlemen, the proverbial pregnancy heartburn has arrived.

I feel like I’m going to burp flames.

Bah-ROO-tal.

A coworker informed me today that if you have heartburn it’s a sign you’ll have a hairy baby.

Sweet.

I suppose it could be worse. If this is the first sign of true discomfort I’m experiencing in pregnancy, I’ve had a good run.

9 weeks to go.

Bring it on. And bring on the TUMS.

Sugar sugar…

Today was the infamous blood glucose screening. I had to drink this.

Blood Glucose Test

This gross stuff... is gross.

Let me tell you a little story about this crap.

Blood Glucose Face

...not so sure...

It’s nasty crap. You chug this sugary sweet stuff, kinda tastes like a Fanta. It actually gave me a headache. It was so sweet, it burned. I took video. I will share it. After I upgrade this blog so that I can actually upload videos to it. Whatevs.

So you chug the crap. Then you wait an hour, and you go get your blood drawn.

I swear they are stockpiling my blood just in case of complications, because every time they draw my blood they take like, 20 vials.

This was the first baby doctor appointment where I didn’t have the accompaniment of the Hubs. He had to work late, so I was flying solo for the big blood draw. I show up the requisite 10 minutes early, only to be informed that my regular doctor, Dr. M, is in emergency surgery.

“But Dr. W has agreed to see you, would that be okay?”

So I’m flying solo, I’m about to be down gallons of blood, and a stranger is going to prod me and ask questions about my baby.

Bring it on.

The blood draw didn’t suck so bad. The girl who did the draw complimented my bump-emphasizing ensemble. You compliment my outfit, you can take my blood.

Then I went in to meet with New Doc.

This was possibly the nicest doctor ever. A bit more of a talker than my regular Doc. He answered lots of questions about the blood glucose test, and why they draw so much blood. He encouraged me about my weight gain (I’m gaining about a pound a week, and as he put it “We’ll let you know if you’re getting out of control. You shouldn’t worry about it.”). When he measured my fundal height, he commented that I was really “growing good”.

“Tell me about it.”

Is “growing good” a good thing? I’m going to assume it is. I have no outside party to bounce that one off of. The lack of Hubby’s presence leaves much room for misinterpretation of Doctor Speak.

He asked about baby’s movements, and I informed him with some pride that Baby Dub is quite an active little fetus. Sometimes it baffles me trying to comprehend the kick-punch combos she’s throwing in there. What kind of invisible ninja army is she single-handedly defeating?

Dr. W felt around and informed me that he “couldn’t quite tell” the baby’s positioning… if she’s head down or not. I am still trying to wrap my mind around how he could possibly expect to tell the baby’s positioning from the perfunctory belly prodding he gave me. Man, doctors are smart.

And when we listened to Baby Dub’s heartbeat, I smiled to myself and stared at the ceiling as Baby Dub repeatedly kicked at the ultrasound wand thingy. She heard me brag about her activity level.

Show off.

After all the business was done, I asked questions about travel, and exercise, and DHA supplements. Dr. W informed me that I can (as long as no complications arise between now and then) fly up to 36 weeks, and that I should aim for a heart rate under 140 on my runs, and spouted off a slight rant on the marketing campaigns behind many popular supplements.

All in all, an information-packed and rather relaxed appointment, considering the amount of blood lost.

Starting now, I go to the doctor once every two weeks instead of every month. That’s a lot of time at the doctor. And while I hope that the Hubs doesn’t have to miss many more, and I also hope that I don’t have to endure many more blood draws (I’m known to faint at needles and shots and blood draws), its not so scary to fly solo.

Now we wait and see if I have gestational diabetes. Which I really hope I don’t. I don’t want to go back for a three hour test.

No offense to the wonderfully friendly and talkative staff at our doctor’s office.

On Exhaustion… I guess it’s real

Until recently, I thought all my pregnant friends were exaggerating just a little bit about how tired you get when you’re pregnant. I get it, our bodies are working extra hard at the moment and it really could take it outta you… but I wasn’t really experiencing this pregnancy exhaustion (to quote a friend, “I’d get so tired my eyeballs would hurt.”) until this week.

I nodded off between that paragraph and this one.

Quite frankly, I think I could sleep the rest of the day.

After lunch, I’m ready for a nap… or a 4 hour siesta.

I get up M-F at 5 am with The Hubs. I do this because I love him, and there’s something about the moral support of having someone else suffer through the 5 am wake up call that I think (hope!) he appreciates.

I also do this because if I stay in bed with an alarm set for 7… I inevitably end up sleeping in until 8.

I start work at 8.

I also do this because I like having the 2.5 hours between sending him off to work and having to head in to the office myself, to accomplish all the little things I like/need/feel obligated to do.

Like Baby Blogging.

Or exercising.

Or sitting on the couch fiddling with my baby apps.

Or making bread dough. I should make some bread dough.

We’ve been on a pretty steady routine of waking up at 5 am for about 2 years now. What happens when you wake up at 5 am Monday-Friday? You wake up at 5 am on the weekends.

Not so in pregnancy.

I could probably count on one hand the number of times I have slept in past 9 in the two years prior to being “with child.” Now, it is almost a guarantee that I’m sleeping in past 9 every weekend day.

And I really love it. Sleeping is awesome. I used to think The Hubs was crazy to want to go to bed at 9:30. Now I’m crawling up the stairs and into bed at 7:45.

I hear that once this Baby arrives we are going to be missing our sleep. That 2 hours straight will be a luxury. “Get all your sleep for the next two years in now, because once your baby is born you won’t be sleeping. At all.”

I’ve got my fingers crossed for a baby like ME. Momma Sue has informed me that the night they brought me home from the hospital, they thought I’d died in my sleep because I was out all night.

That’s what I’m talkin’ about here, people. I want a baby that is as good to me in Babydome as it has been to me in Utero. This baby/pregnancy/going to bed at 7:45 thing isn’t so bad. How hard can parenting…

YAWN,

It used to be that when I was up, I was UP. No turning back, no lying down again, adrenaline pumping, gotta get my workout in, gotta go go go, so much to do today.

The other day I went upstairs to climb on the treadmill for 40 minutes heart-pumping goodness, and instead thought a 5 minute eye-ball rest was in order. I woke up 2 hours later.

I apologize to all the pregnant women who came before me and tried to warn me. I feel ya now. I smell what you were steppin’ in. These days, missing out on one hour of sleep a night is like staying up until 3 am. My Baby’s bones are hardening right now, folks. I am doing important work every waking and non-waking hour. I officially cut myself, and all my pregnant comrades, some freakin’ slack.

Now, for the toughest decision of the day… back to bed for 45 minutes, or get in my preggers lady workout on the treadmill.

Because I’m soooooo sleepy… so tired…. zzzzzzzzzzzzz……..

The Quickening, Part 2

I told the Hubs about “The Quickening” last night and his response was, “It sounds like an M. Night Shyamalan movie.”

 

Workin’ on your fitness – On Weight Gain and Exercise

I’ve starting this pregnancy out being TOTALLY preoccupied with weight gain. I’m sure this is not uncommon, but I don’t think it is necessarily healthy. Ladies who are with child, be healthy and don’t worry about the scale.

And now I will try to take my own advice.

And share some excerpts from my journal on the subject.

November 9, 2o11

So, about working out.

I read in my pregnancy how-to book that I’m only supposed to gain about 2 pounds in the first trimester. I feel like I gained 2 pounds today.

I think its totally psychological. I am eating things I normally wouldn’t because, heck, my body’s going to go to hell anyway. And I’m not working out as hard because I feel like the embryo might not appreciate me hopping around doing Insanity. So these things naturally combine to a potential weight gain.

Add to that the fact that I do feel kind of bloaty and weird, and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.

So today I did Insanity. It’s the second day in a row I’ve worked out. But I’m fast forwarding through the super jumpy stuff. No suicide jumps for Mamma.

November 10, 2011 

Today, I ate like I was pregnant. That is all.

November 15, 2011

I am also very preoccupied with the proper amount of weight to gain during pregnancy. Evidently 3 pounds is the norm during the first trimester. I think I can do it. After all, we are already more than halfway through! Tomorrow marks the start of the 8th week of Baby Dub’s life.  I think I can make it to 2012 without packing on more than 3 pounds. What’s particularly awesome is that most of that time is the “holidays” when it is expected to gain wait and in fact rude if you don’t. Hooray for the holidays!

December 10, 2011

Today I bought “How to exercise when you’re expecting” at Hastings. I feel like I need some sort of motivation to keep me on track. The problem is that when you’re on a nutrition and exercise regiment and NOT pregnant, you have the nice benefit of losing weight, looking more toned and being able to fit into smaller sizes/hotter clothes. When you’re trying to be healthy during pregnancy, its like, “Well shit I’m still just getting fatter.”

December 27, 2011

… a word on nutrition. I was on a pretty healthy eating kick prior to this whole baby business. You would think that being pregnant would incentivize me to eat even more healthily, but alas, it has become the  scapegoat for satisfying all my deepest darkest cravings. After a good conversation with my esthetician today about the excessive sugar intake me and the Baby Dub have been on throughout the holidays, it has been determined that the nutritious behavior must return. Moderation, yes. But better nutrition, absolutely. Efficiency in my eating so I am getting all the things my little growing bud is in need of, without overdoing it on crazy amounts of calories.

S*** just got real… the first doctor’s appointment

I was nervous all day about our first prenatal check in – I’d been looking forward to this confirmation that we are really doing this, that there really is a baby in there.

And sure enough there is. I saw it. And heard its heart beat.

This was the most excited anybody has ever been about going to the doctor.

So we get there super early, roll into the Women’s Clinic and I have to fill out a lot of paperwork. There’s a new patient questionnaire and the first thing it asks is why I’m here.

Annual Check Up?
New Problem?
Existing Problem?

So I guess this is a new problem? We’re pregnant!

The nurse was really friendly, young, nice, asked me first thing if I knew how to do a “Clean Pull.” For the urine sample. I did not know how to do a “Clean Pull” so she had to explain. Cool, hip, doctor’s office terminology. Plus, starting the day off with peeing in a cup. Sweet.

There were a lot of questions. And a weigh in. Evidently I weigh 175 at the doctor’s. I weighted 164 on my home scale the other day. Did I gain 9 pounds in three days or do I really wear 10 pounds of clothes every day? So much for the whole 3 pounds first trimester weight gain thing. I probably blew past that three weeks ago.

Our doctor is a lady, and she’s great. Really smart, quick to answer my questions, personable but not too friendly and definitely made us feel taken care of and like we are going to be parents. Reassuring but not hokey.

There is a lot to cover. I had to get tested for the Clap and Aids and all sorts of randoms. Speculums made an appearance. Not pleasant but not the end of the world. The Doc did a breast exam, which hurt like no other because my boobs are so huge and swollen. The Hubs said later that he didn’t want to look while she was doing the exam, because it felt like he was peeking behind the curtain at something he wasn’t supposed to see. He had to avert his gaze for a pretty long time, because the breast exam went on longer than I remember from my last visit to the gyno. I suppose there is a lot more surface area to cover these days.

Aside: The way the Hubs tells the story to our friends, two hot ladies came in to the room and “lubed up my boobs” and felt me up for a half hour. Nice, Hubs. Real nice.

And then they wheeled in the ultrasound machine. I wasn’t sure if they would be able to do one this early, but I’m 9 weeks at the time, and sure enough – vaginal ultrasound it is – all up in there. Rather daunting looking device. And they put a condom and lube on it (maybe this is where the Hubs gets the whole lubed up part of his retelling), which again, is daunting.

And baby made the big screen. The doctor showed us the head, rear end, and even showed us the flicker that is Baby Dub’s heartbeat. AND THEN she turned on the sound and we got to hear the baby’s heartbeat. It is an incredible thing to hear your baby.  Seeing it is pretty amazing too, but it’s less real than that heartbeat because all I can really see in the picture is this little not-quite-human-looking peanut. But a heartbeat is a heartbeat.

I have to admit there were some waterworks.

This baby is going to be the best human being ever.

Top all that euphoria off with the most epic blood draw I’ve ever had. On the way out, they draw something like 8 vials of my blood for testing. I was like, “Are we storing that for if I lose a lot of blood during delivery?”

My arm seriously hurt for a week and a half afterward.

Small price to pay for a sneak peek at the Greatest Human Being in the works right now.