Today mommy is sick. Today mommy woke up with a sore throat. Today mommy started catching the same thing that had Daddy out for a week and the same nasty cold bug that has your brother with a 101 fever for 3 days. This means that I don’t feel like being beaten up from the inside today. So if you could please keep it down a little down there just for today or until mommy feels like she can handle it then it would be a whole lot better for me and you. Ok. Do we have an understanding or do I need to send you to the naughty chair for misbehaviour?

Love,
Belly MaMa

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With each passing week I become more and more uncomfortable. Sleeping has become especially hard. I haven’t had a good nights sleep in a couple weeks now. When I awake in the morning I have terrible back pain that almost makes it impossible to walk. Yet if I do not walk then I won’t work the pain out.
I’m definately rounder in the belly area. I’m starting to see my face fill out more. The bean has lots of hiccups during the day that I really don’t remember pnut ever having. My appetite has increased. I’ve started craving healthy foods such as scrambled eggs, sweet potatoes, and fresh fruit.
Speaking of sweet potatoes, I think I’ll eat one for lunch today.

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This morning I rolled from my left side onto my back as I always do to get adjusted to the light and wake up a little before I stumble out of the bed. This morning, bean you were doing the same. You rolled around in my tummy until you were practically standing up on my spine and poking your little tushy on my belly button. My stomach looked like an egg with a point at the top were you bum was. I’d tap you on the butt and you would wiggle it [just a little bit]. It was very funny to see you in this position but also very uncomfortable for mommy. I enjoyed the laugh this morning, thank you.

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Ok so, I was supposed to have yet another doctor’s appointment today at 8:30 am. You see, yesterday was mine and hubby’s third anniversary and well, it just didn’t go so well with him stabbing his hand and everything so we opted to sleep in and not go. I mean afterall, I was just there two weeks ago and all he did was weigh me, pee in a cup, and measure my belly. Knowing that he was more than likely going to do the same thing again, I opted not to go. I just didn’t feel up to it. It seems like such a waste. I mean good ol’ doc gets paid $500 just to see me for 5 minutes. That is utterly rediculous! So I am going to try to call and make my next appointment for my 28th week since that is when I am supposed to drink the “sweet drink”, wait an hour, and have blood drawn to see if I’m diabetic or have other problems. He will then FINALLY schedule me an ultrasound so we can find out what this baby is going to be. You see, compared to my next appointment this last one that I skipped was just a way for doc to get an extra $500.

I’m on to you doc-y poo and you’re not going to get me!

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It all started with terrible pains right above my belly button. They started in the morning, [Thursday, January 4, 2007], and later moved to my lower right side. After waiting all day for the “gas pains” to go away, we decided to go to the ER since they obviously weren’t going anywhere. We first went to the pretty hospital. Ok let me explain there are two hospitals in my little town that just opened up, the cute hospital [the one I prefer to go to] and the hospital in the boonies away from all forms of civilization. Well my OBGYN is located at the hospital in the boonies. After going to the pretty hospital and they checked me out over there and gave me a good dose of pain pills they made me go to the other hospital so my OBGYN could check me out. I get there and check in and was sent to a room. On the way to my room I see this nurse man and a nurse lady at the counter talking about some new needles and how to use them. I didn’t think anything of it at the time but shortly after being admitted the guy that didn’t know how to use the needles came to my room to give me an IV. Now I’ve never had a problem with IV’s ever in my entire life. I have what they call “good veins” besides the fact that I’m so pale that you can see through my skin. This guy on the other hand had no clue what he was doing. And I hated to be his guinea pig. The guy starts off by saying “Have you had an IV before?”, I hold up my arm to reveal the IV I had gotten at the cute hospital. I then here “GOOD GOLLY!”, uh ok you shouldn’t be saying that when you are poking me with something. Come to find out “Good golly” means that I just screwed up royally and half of your blood is on the floor, the bed, and you awful hospital gown. Great, I think to myself. These people don’t know what they are doing. I can understand it being a new hospital and all but these people should have come from other hospitals and should have known what they were doing, not straight out of medical school.
Anyway, after receiving an IV and nearly bleeding to death they sent me for an ultrasound of my gallbladder. Now if you don’t know where your gallbladder is located it is right under your ribs. Now this isn’t where I have the pain. My pain is by my hip bone on the right side. I told the ultrasound tech and she took a 2 second picture of the pain site and the rest of the hour took pictures of my gallbladder. Well there is nothing wrong with my gallbladder. Since they figured out it wasn’t my gallbladder they sent me for ANOTHER ULTRASOUND. This time was to look at the site of the pain. Hmmmm could it be my appendix?
After reviewing the second ultrasound they concluded that my APPENDIX LOOKED FINE! I’m still in loads of pain and they are sitting their telling me that my appendix is fine and that I don’t need surgery. Come two hours later and a gaggle of doctors later they gratiously inform me that I should go under the knife just as a precaution to have a little “looksy” at what is wrong.
The surgeon asked me during our pre-surgery consult what I did for a living. I proudly proclaimed that “I’m a Stay at home Mom”. He said “Oh, I thought you might be a nurse because judging by your story it is a textbook example of what an appendicitis is.” Little does doctor know that I prediagnosed myself on webmd.com. Oh how I love that website. I’ve gotten really good at diagnosing myself on that thing. Every illness I’ve had or my kids have had, I’ve been dead on when it came to the final diagnosis.
After talking with the surgeon, the anesthesiologist, nurses, and anyone else that wanted to come in my room, they started to prep me for surgery. Now you need to understand that I was deathly afraid of going into surgery at this hospital especially after the experience with the “good golly” guy that didn’t know how to give an IV. As they were wheeling me to the surgery room, I just couldn’t help but cry. I was terrified. Had I been at home, in GA, in a hospital I was familiar with or the “good hospital” down the road I believe I would have been more relaxed but judging the circumstances of having one too many people not knowing what they were doing the tears just couldn’t help but flow.
I get to the surgery room and they pull me from my bed onto the operating table. The room is filled with hustle and bustle of all the nurses. In walks the anesthesiologist. Finally a face I recognize. He was nice in the consult but was cold and just focused on his job in the ER. Scared me even more. More tears. Then I hear 2 nurses in a conversation ask the anesthesiologist. “What does this button do?” Are you serious, you are in an operating room and you don’t even know what or how to work the equipment!! The tears really started to flow this time. I began praying even harder. Once the anesthesiologist saw I was so upset he “put me under”. I guess he was sick of my crying and I was sick of hearing stuff that these people didn’t know how to do.
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I’ve been having these sharp pains just above my belly button ever since dinner, tonight.  They go all the way to my back.  I can’t slouch over.  I have to sit straight up or it hurts worse.  I’m hoping I just have gas or something of that nature.  Or maybe it is because my uterus is growing some more.  Who knows?  All I know is that I’m uncomfortable.

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I got a bunch of cute pregger outfits for christmas. I thought I’d take pictures of them whenever I wear them so here is the first one.

19 weeks, 4 days preggo!

I recently bought the top at Rue 21. It isn’t a preggers top but I got it in an XL and it is one of the long shirts so I should be able to wear it for a couple months.

The pants ARE preggers jeans that my mother bought for me, for xmas. They are super comfortable. Fit like a glove. By far these are my favorite pair out of all of my preggers clothes.

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Beany Weany,

Last night Daddy felt you kick for the first time!  This is much earlier than your big brother.  Daddy felt brother at around 26 wks or so.  I’ve been laying my hand on my stomach for weeks now trying to feel you kick on the “outside” besides you just kicking my organs.  Me and your brother were watching the “curious george” movie because daddy wanted to use mommy’s laptop.  I yelled for your father and he placed his hand right on top of my pelvic bones.  At first you were shy of this big hand smushing you and then Daddy jiggled mommy’s tummy and told you that it was “ok, kick for daddy”.  You almost jumped out of mommy’s tummy when you heard his voice.

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So I’ve hit the 18 week mark a couple days ago, almost to the 19th week. I’ve been doing ok as far as pregnancy goes. I had a doctors appointment a couple weeks ago at 16 weeks and everything turned out fine and dandy. No problems, no complications. I weighed in at 142 lbs. and got est for spinal probleblood drawn to tms and down syndrome. The test came back negative so we are in the clear, for now. No signs yet that roseola has caused any birth defects or anything.

The latest problem I am having are some emotional issues. I’ve been having alot of mood swings. Lots of crying. I don’t know if it has to do with the holidays, my family coming to see me and then leaving or what. I just can’t seem to get my act together. My poor husband has gotten more than his fair share of the yelling. I just can’t control my emotions. I mean I really wish I could because I hate crying. I think this is the worst part of pregnancy. This constant up and down emotional roller coaster.

I’m down to a couple pairs of non-preggo pants that I can wear. Most pants involve elastic in some shape, form, or fashion. Pre-preggo tops are becoming small. My bustline is expanding, YET AGAIN! I’m producing colostrum so I’m not surprised, just as long as their is no leaking I’m ok with it.

Since my wardrobe is becoming limited, I asked for preggo clothes for christmas. My mom got me alot of really cute stuff. Enough to last me till I give birth I’m sure.

Oh, yeah, last but not least….BACK PAIN! Oh my goodness, is all I can see. It is terrible. If I spend the majority of the day standing or on my feet in any kind of way, I will definately be feeling it the morning after. I’ll attempt to get out of bed and get a sharp pain my lower back. With each step there is a shooting pain right through my spine into my hip. Its just terrible. If I make myself walk around a bit it will subside but it sure is painful. I’ve learned to not do alot of walking or anything like that.

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I feel you little one.  This morning while I was laying in bed with your brother.  I felt my stomach and I could feel where you where.  You are right between my hip bones.  A little bump.  It is weird to know that you are there.  Just this tiny human being, growing inside me.  You are about as long as my hand and so snuggly between my bones.  I see now why you get mad at me when I lean over.  I don’t blame you, I’d be mad too if someone was squishing me all day long.  Don’t worry, you’ll get bigger as the weeks go on and you’ll soon out grow that comfy pelvic area and move into my stomach region where you will be able kick me in the ribs all day long.  Tomorrow, you and I have a doctors appointment.  Hopefully he will schedule an ultrasound so we can see if you are a he or a she.  Now when it comes time to take your picture, say cheese and open your legs so we can have a peek [just this one time, after it is all over you don’t have to do it ever again].  Try to be good to mommy, don’t make me gain alot of weight, please.  It really is unnecessary.  All it will do is make you and I both uncomfortable.  And neither one of us wants that.

Love,

Mommy

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