Sooo… apparently people want me to keep on a schedule on this thing… oops. I’ll be better, I promise!
Yesterday was my 24 week check up, which equals the start of my sixth month. It was pretty much a go in, hear the heart, get measurements, ask questions and go sort of visit. Best news, well, besides Nubbin’s heart beating at 145 bpm and him kicking the Doppler, I can take Pepcid!! Yes, I have been having serious heartburn with this little fella - and I know my mom is sitting there going, “Yes! Paybacks!” but now there is relief in sight. Or so the box says any way. I’ve been trying to fix my jaw issues as well. I have TMJ, and if I sleep with my teeth clenched from something like pain of heartburn while sleeping, it’ll flare up. So, what do you do for something like that? Tylonel, ice and heat and try and stop the heartburn before you go to bed. Okay, enough medical stuff, on to fun stories.
First of, the husband finally got to feel the baby moving around - granted it was at about 1 am and I woke him up to feel it, but he says he felt “something.” The animals have definitely felt the little guy a whole lot more. The cat was laying across my stomach watching TV when Nubbin decided to get feisty and kick at the heat source on the belly. The cat looks down and starts patting my stomach thinking this is some new game, and of course, the little guy knocks back. This went on for a bit till my laughing got too much for Topaz and she ran off. She alone has not felt the wrath of the little guy’s punch. He caught Hoover square across the nose as well. I was sitting up in bed petting Hoover pup who had his head on my stomach. Hubby walked in, looked at the dog said, “You’re gonna get kicked” and walked off. Sure enough, Nubbin delivered one sharp blow to Hoover’s nose. Hoover sat up, looked down at the covers, tried to figure out what was below. Well, I guess Owen thought it was the cat again and he punched back. Hoover let out his “I’m to old for this” growl and hopped off to sulk beside the bed. Again I had to giggle and then curled up to go to sleep.
I have to say its a bit odd to see a personality forming without having held him yet. This kid is going to be sassy as can be if the animal boxing is any indication. He also has already proven to be a mover - playing the drums in utero has to be some clue that the kid is going to be a mess. I can’t wait to meet him.
Other news not of a baby nature. I have decided to chase a dream of sorts. I’ve always wanted to be a published author, but as of yet, I have just wished for it, and haven’t taken many steps to actually see it through. Earlier this year I decided to take one. I’ve stared on some classes to work on my writing, but most of all to force me to set down a time every day to write and hopefully complete a story. I have notebooks, folders and hard drives full of stories I’ve started, gotten very far into and then…
Yeah, those of you who got that last line, I salute you. It has often been something I struggle with. Maybe because once I finish something I have to do something with it. I don’t know. Maybe it’s that old fear of failure and rejection rearing its ugly head. But one thing that getting pregnant has taught me, no matter the dream or how impossible it seems, it can come true.
Posted on August 13th, 2008 by deek7997
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Come they told me Ba rump ba bum bum…
I hope I didn’t raise the false expectation that this blog would always be serious or give deep insightful looks at all times to various things. I find that by keeping the profound down to a minimum, that makes it stand out more… or so they say - or I say anyway.
I know, now you’re sitting there going “She’s got a Christmas song stuck in my head, and it’s JULY!!” Well, the purpose is two fold. One, the lil’ guy is due during the holiday season from Thanksgiving to Christmas, so the first songs he’s going to hear outside the womb (Yes, Momma, I’m singing to him) are Christmas Carols. I have to say I’m not too unhappy about that since I love Christmas music - save for a few that I just scratch my head on and wonder… why? Apparently Nubbin has already decided he’s going to be a little drummer boy. During the last ultrasound we have, where we found out he was a he, Nubbin was in there doing drum solos to the best of our figuring.
His little hands were above his head just drumming away. The doctor commented no fewer than 8 times that he was very active. And no, that is not a hint for a well meaning aunt that has a lot to pay back this well meaning aunt for, and get a drum kit for him! Turns out my theory on get the loud presents to send home with the nephews might come back to haunt me.
Second reason for the Christmas song title is on July 25th I was peacefully asleep when a strange dream started. I was trying to decide where to put the Christmas tree in the Sims game that I play. Where to put the Christmas tree, what lights to put up, should we do a winter scene beyond just the winter wonderland we already have set up… All of this while hearing things like Jingle Bell Rock, O Holy Night, Little Drummer Boy and several other Christmas classics. I woke up confused and shaking my head, but got up and went about the morning. Finally the radio broke in through the routine when they announced that it was “Christmas in July” and were playing Christmas songs all day long. After work I made my hubby go in there and listen and asked if he heard anything strange… it took a minute and he clued in and said, “They’re playing Christmas songs in July!” I told him about the dream and he laughed and shook his head and wandered back out to watch DIY.
Other than that, nothing much is going on. I’m working on some knitting as well as some writing, but for the most part work is keeping me busy even when I go home. I’d say I’d be glad when things slow down, but that’ll probably be when I go out for maternity leave, and I doubt things will be very slow at that point in time. I need to start working on the nursery, but right now, since the baby’s bedroom is upstairs, and the master bedroom is downstairs, he’ll be down with us. Sort of makes me think I could keep a guest room for a bit longer… hmm… Too many things to think about, I think I need to make a list.
Determine colors for the nursery - DONE. The nursery is going to be sage and chocolateGet all necessary nursery furniture - DONE. We have Chris’ childhood chest of drawers, my childhood dresser, ordered the glider from Posh Mommy that should be in around 4 weeks from now, and the baby bed that Daddy built for when my oldest nephew on that side of the family was born- Get a newborn car seat
- Decorate the baby’s room
- Find a panoramic picture/poster of the LSU and Arkansas stadiums or their respective endzones
- Get an outfit for Nubbin to come home from the hospital in
- Get an actual album to start a baby book
And I’m sure that list is gonna grow, but for now, that’s a start.
Posted on July 30th, 2008 by deek7997
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So, time to get a bit “on a personal” note about why lil nubbin is so precious to me. Of course I know that everyone’s baby is very special and a blessing and a miracle. Owen is my miracle baby because - we were told that I’d never be able to have kids without the aid of modern medicine. Well, turns out - we got pregnant without having to go to any extremes what so ever. I guess I should start back at high school… *cue cheesy flashback music*
When I was in my sophomore year of high school - all throughout really - I was ever the athlete. I ran cross country, cheered for basketball and played softball and that summer I was going to work at Sugarcreek Riding Center in Dayton Ohio as a trail guide. During cross country season I was having a very sharp pain in my side that was persistent. My coach thought it was just a stitch in the side and told me to keep running, and most of the times I did (cept for a few hidy spots there were on the courses to walk - but dad would always manage to find those). After cross country season came basketball cheering. I believe because the pain was still in my side, I ended up sitting out this season. On January 30th mom took me into the doctor for an exam to see what was going on, and that’s when we first found out there was something on my ovaries. I was scheduled with a specialist that told me I had Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS), and they found a solid mass the size of a softball on my left ovary. I was scheduled for surgery on April 24th 2005. When we were in with the surgeon we were told “Sometimes these things can be begnin.” My parents understood that this meant we were looking at cancer but my worries were would I be able to ride a horse come June, and would I be able to wear underwear since they were going to have to cut me open. I must have shown some concern, because I remember sitting down and talking with my parents a lot over the course of the two weeks preceeding the surgery - but I don’t think I came out and accepted the possibility of cancer. We moved into a new house, I helped grout the tile floor and I went to New York on a fine arts trip for school. I had pain meds for when I was walking and the tumor would hurt - and when I walked up and down stairs at school I usually had one of my friends in front of me in case the pain hit while I was a on them. The biggest thing is the prayer started. The school I went to was Dayton Christian High School in Dayton Ohio, and I was added to the prayer list at school, and also at my church.
April 24th came, and there my family was in the hospital as I was given an epidural and anesthesia. I do remember teasing the anestesiologist because he said he was going to date my mom - I asked if my dad knew about this. The man had a zebra hat on his head, he had to be able to take a joke. After prep I got wheeled out to see my family and talk to the doctor before going in. Our pastor prayed with all of us, including the doc, and I remember actually crying. I’m sure I cried before then, but that’s the one time I actually remember crying. I asked the doctor if there was a chance that it wasn’t a tumor, that it was just a cyst, or maybe it had shrunk. I was told no, if anything it had probably gotten bigger. They were going to try and only do a partial hysterectomy if they could. Either way, they pretty much decided I was going to lose my left ovary.
I remember counting backwards to fall asleep, and the next thing I remember was waking up to the doctor leaning over my bed telling me “Good news, its good news.” I know I asked then if it was cancer, so the subconscious finally decided to work its way through, and I know they probably told me no, but I kept falling asleep and didn’t remember what was said. I remember seeing my parents on my way up to my room, and they were smiling, and my pastor said we should have started praying even two weeks earlier and I wouldn’t have had to have surgery at all - and I was still asking if it was cancer. It wasn’t cancer, and it wasn’t a tumor. It had shrunk to more of an orange size and was no longer solid. They did remove it, but I was able to keep my ovary. They did say there was a lot of scarring and that with PCOS, it would be nearly impossible to get pregnanty naturally.
Now, let’s fast forward 13 years to April 24, 2008 at 2:15pm when I am standing in the doctor’s waiting room staring at the picture of the little life that is inside me and I look at the date on the calendar. This whole thing plays through my mind that 13 years before on this very day I was prepping to go into surgery and coming out and being told I’d never have kids without a lot of effort. I called my mom and my dad and told them that we were definately having a baby and asked them if they knew what that day was the aniversary of. It just goes to show that there are still miracles that happen every day, and no matter what a doctor says, if its in God’s plans, it’ll happen, and the timing will be perfect.
- 4/24/2008 Owen’s first picture
Posted on July 22nd, 2008 by deek7997
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It started off to be just a normal day, went to work, talked with my coworkers, came home and needed to make a doctor’s apt. I had gotten a pregnancy test just to make sure I was answering the question of “is there a chance you could be pregnant?” truthfully. So, I take the test and for the first time in my life a pregnancy test came back positive. It was a bit unnerving since I’ve been told since I was fifteen years old that the chances of me getting pregnant without the aid of science was impossible. I called my husband and told him that we needed to get another test to make sure that the one I took wasn’t a fluke. He was a bit in shock, but came home with three other tests of different varieties. This is where the scientists took over. We had a controled test that was just tested with regular water, and then the other four were tested correctly - and they all came back positive.
It seemed a bit surreal to see the positive tests from several different types of tests, but there were the results. We called the doctor to set up an appointment to have a bloodtest done to see how far along I was, but that’s where this took a turn. The bloodtest came back negative, and the doctor said it was probably just a chemical pregnancy, and that we’d retest in a week. In the mean time I called my gyn and made an appointment with her for another test. During this time I still took another test at home, and it was still saying pregnant as well. When I went in to see my gyn, she did another test, and then ordered a quantitative pregnancy test, one that wouldn’t just say yes or no, but would tell numbers. She called me back the next day at 11:30am and asked if I could come in at 1:45pm. This was a week after the other bloodtest. Nerves and emotions were running high when I walked into the doctor’s office. The nurse saw me and came to me right away. She told me not only was I pregnant, I was very pregnant and they had called me in to do an ultrasound. I called my husband right away - he couldn’t come to the doctor on that short of a notice because of a meeting at work, but when I called to tell him we were pregnant, I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “You’re going to be a mommy!” I went back with the doctor and had an ultrasound, I heard my baby’s heart beat and saw the little guy (though we didn’t know he was a guy at the time) on the screen.
It turns out that I was nine weeks along when we discovered that we were going to be parents. This was something that was news to us and threw us a bit for a loop. It was something that we thought was never going to happen, but well, there we go! We started talking about names, about which room was going to be the nursery, about what we were going to do with the jeep since it wouldn’t be safe to be the main car for the baby, and with gas prices on the rise, it really wasn’t practical to keep driving it anyway. So, looks like I’ll be getting the elantra and hubby will be getting a new car that is better on gas mileage.
My first trimester was fairly normal, I guess as far as normal trimesters go. My morning sickness was pretty much reserved for the evenings, and napping was a daily -sometimes hourly - occurrence in my case. I’d nap after work for two to three hours, stay up till about 11:30pm and go back to bed and sleep through the night. Hoover pup and Topaz the cat seemed to like the new napping schedule, and I always have company on my naps. 
Posted on July 19th, 2008 by deek7997
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Okay, the first test I did was to see if I could put an image in a post, now I want to see if I can upload and put an image in a post… take two.
There's a baby in there
Posted on July 16th, 2008 by deek7997
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So, I am about to redo my blog again, but I want to see if I’ll stay with wordpress or try and move over to something else. Inserting pictures is a big deal for the future of this blog so, that is what I am testing.
Ain't he sweet
Posted on July 16th, 2008 by deek7997
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