Wednesday, May 14, 2014

WTF with 2013 part dos

I left off my last post at about 23 wks preggers and getting chubbier by the minute.  I would be lying if I said I was thrilled about my weight gain, but in the grand scheme of things I had heavy on my mind getting chubby just wasn't at the top of the list.  

I did spend lots of time thinking about this: 
That was the "BIG" ultrasound.  Thankfully, it showed a whole lot of healthy baby with everything right where it was supposed to be.  We decided to be weird and didn't find out the baby's gender. (Being "Team Green" is a challenge but I highly recommend it --- it truly is a wonderful moment in the delivery room. But trying to find gender neutral baby things???  Oy!!  I could write a 50 page post about how hard it is.) 

Anyways, I kept nomming and Baby J kept growing. Here's the proof:

28 weeks

35 weeks

38 weeks

40 weeks

I ended up being induced at 41 weeks.  This Baby was snuggly buggly in there because at 41 weeks I was not dilated or effaced -- in other words, I had ZERO sign of labor.  I was HUGE and miserable. I started begging (jokingly) to be induced at 39 weeks.  I got more serious with every OB appt.  I was due 2 weeks before Christmas.  Under most circumstances I would have liked to have waited for labor to come on naturally but, for so many reasons, I really didn't want to be in the hospital having a baby on Christmas. My OB finally gave in and let me be induced the week before Christmas.  

Everything went amazing.  As childbirth goes, I can't imagine it being any more straight forward (I didn't say easy, just straightforward.) Nothing too wacky or scary, just some good ol' baby birthing.  When all the dust cleared we got this for all our effort: 

Our sweet Baby Girl!! Miss Temple  9lbs 4oz & 20.5ins   BEST. Christmas. present. evah!!! 

While babybaking was the biggest news of our 2013 it wasn't the only thing.  In April we had 4 legged fuzzy addition to our family.  

This is Rigby. He was saved from being run over in our local grocery store parking lot.  

He is an awesome little dog and he will be a great companion for the Little Girl. He already cares a great deal about her.  

Sadly, we also said goodbye to our Basset Hound, Everett.  He was the last of our 4 Hounds.  It was so devastating because they were our first "babies".  But I firmly believe that our pets know when it's okay to go and my Everdoodle had gotten me through a lot of heart aches.  We lost him only weeks before the Baby Girl was born and I think he knew it was okay. That Mama would be okay.  

This guy was just such a fantastic dog.  We miss him so much.  

Next on the list of big, big changes was The Hubs job.  His job had begun to really stress him out and take a toll on him.  He wasn't enjoying it at all which was sad because it started out as a really awesome gig.  Fortunately he was presented with an opportunity to work for himself and it has worked out really, really well.  There was a tiny bit of stress in the beginning. It kinda freaks a gal out when she is 30 wks prego and Daddy leaves his steady paycheck and benefits to pursue something that isn't guaranteed even though it has the potential to way, way better than she can imagine.  Fortunately, it is going very, very well so far.  Not to mention that a self employed Daddy has way more freedom to spend time with his new baby girl.  

So there you go.  That was 2013.  There have been some big developments so far in 2014 but that's for another post. Hopefully, I will get y'all caught up on 2014 sometime before it's over. :-0


WTF with 2013 part one

So, like, 8 months ago I caught you up on my 2012 and I promised to fill you in on 2013.  Well, here I am in 2014 and I am sure that all 3 of you who still follow this blog are wondering "What the hell??"  Or maybe not, but either way, here it is.  I am gonna break most of it down in photos mainly because so much happened in 2013 that to write it all down would mean writing a novel and none of us want that. (Of course, hit me up in the comments if you have questions and such.)

In January we came back from the beach.  I was determined to make this baby thing happen.  Despite lots of frustration, we kept  (going) at it.

In April we got this:  
We were soooooo happy but I was, of course, stricken with a paralyzing level of anxiety.  I admit that I spent a considerable amount of time bracing myself for yet another miscarriage.  My OB had determined that low progesterone levels were most likely the cause of my other m/c's. Because of this, as soon I got my positive HPT I was in my OB's office getting progesterone shots in my butt 2x per week for the whole first trimester.  Just FYI, progesterone is the preggy hormone that makes you all nauseous and fatigued --- getting a straight shot of it into your ass makes the effect, oh, about 20x worse.  Progesterone shots + paralyzing fear/anxiety = hiding on the couch under a blanket alternating between trying not to puke and eating cookies like it was my job.   Needless, to say I emerged from my 1st trimester still pregnant (YAY!!!!!) but 20lbs chubbier (Not so yay.) 

I also ended up having my Band loosened to only 4cc in an 11cc band.  (That is the least amount I have had since getting my first fills.)  That's about the point where my aspirations to have the "super-fit-gonna-Zumb@-till-the-day-I-deliver" pregnancy fell apart.  By the end of my 1st trimester it was full blown Summer here in the Deep South complete with 147% humidity so I opted for staying inside with my A/C.  

Oh, and I also made and ate about 14 of these: 

Strawberry Pretzel Awesome --- it's very common here in the South. It's like a Strawberry Cheesecake with a Pretzel crust.  I craved it constantly.  

There was also a lot of this: 
Pistachio Ice Cream (best ice cream in the history of ever) 

and this : 

Krystals, It's a southern thing.  You either love 'em or hate 'em.  I love them.  Even more when I'm pregnant.  

Thanks to all that here I am at 23wks (barely half way through my pregnancy) up approx. 45lbs from my lowest weight and looking like I am full term. :-

I got at a dozen "You're about to pop!!!" comments from total strangers.  

I kinda took a "Band Holiday".  I really just ate what I wanted, when I wanted and didn't really care about weight gain.  I realized that I could only handle so much stress in this pregnancy and the stress I felt worrying about whether or not this pregnancy would even last was more than enough.  There really wasn't enough room for worrying about every single pound I might be gaining.  I wasn't out to gain as much as possible but my anxiety over miscarriages was SOOOO huge that I needed to find as much happy as I possibly could. Sometimes I found that happiness in chicken parm and ice cream.  I fully believed that I had the tools to get my baby weight back off once this kiddo arrived.