The monster is sleeping.... and I am damn tired. Instead I keep taking those annoyingly unhelpful early pregnancy quizzes online.
A bunch of symptoms that could be otherwise explained (including fatigue and tender breasts), 2 negative HPTs, nausea, lightheadedness, gas, constipation, lemonade cravings, brain fog, 3 weeks late. And a partridge in a pear tree. My appointment (with some rando doctor, as Dr. Illegible is on vacation) is on Xmas eve. It's so far away.
Except nowhere near far enough away, in another sense, because I have yet to finish making DH's present and I'm too queasy to work on it atm. I also have to finish making my niece's present and make something for my nephew. At least the monster is taken care of.
I should be sleeping.
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Friday, December 18, 2015
Friday, February 6, 2015
Growing Too Fast
When the little monster was born, we were given this book which is all about kids, from newborn until (I think) age 4. It has all sorts of handy stuff, like what baby poop should look like, how and when to introduce solids, etc., etc. Each section has a little checklist of developmental milestones the child should reach in a given time span (0-3 months, 3-6, etc.).
As well as being ridiculously big, my little monster has already hit every milestone from 0-6 months, and several of the ones on the 6-12 month list.
Don't get me wrong; I'm beyond thrilled to have a happy, healthy, thriving baby, who seems to be (as I'm sure all babies seem to be to their parents) a complete genius.... but between this and the fact that it seems like every day I'm finding one more piece of clothing that's suddenly too small, I'm really starting to understand what people mean when they say your children's childhood goes by fast.
He's too big for his play yard. He pinwheels in his sleep, and now he gets stuck because he's longer than the play yard is wide. And the 'mattress' sags in the middle now, because he's too damn heavy (the crib is in the closet, the new mattress is in the mail. It'll be set up in a week)... I mentioned before that he hangs off my lap when he nurses. I haven't used the nursing pillow since he was about 2 months. The hat that I started a couple weeks ago and finished making him today is already too small.
I feel so mushy and sentimental. One of my favourite onesies made it into the too small pile today, and another one has maybe a week or two left before I'll have to admit defeat and add it as well.
Anyway, I should be cleaning instead of writing this. The monster is getting his beauty sleep (not that the handsome little devil needs it), but he'll be up soon, I'm sure.
As well as being ridiculously big, my little monster has already hit every milestone from 0-6 months, and several of the ones on the 6-12 month list.
Don't get me wrong; I'm beyond thrilled to have a happy, healthy, thriving baby, who seems to be (as I'm sure all babies seem to be to their parents) a complete genius.... but between this and the fact that it seems like every day I'm finding one more piece of clothing that's suddenly too small, I'm really starting to understand what people mean when they say your children's childhood goes by fast.
He's too big for his play yard. He pinwheels in his sleep, and now he gets stuck because he's longer than the play yard is wide. And the 'mattress' sags in the middle now, because he's too damn heavy (the crib is in the closet, the new mattress is in the mail. It'll be set up in a week)... I mentioned before that he hangs off my lap when he nurses. I haven't used the nursing pillow since he was about 2 months. The hat that I started a couple weeks ago and finished making him today is already too small.
I feel so mushy and sentimental. One of my favourite onesies made it into the too small pile today, and another one has maybe a week or two left before I'll have to admit defeat and add it as well.
Anyway, I should be cleaning instead of writing this. The monster is getting his beauty sleep (not that the handsome little devil needs it), but he'll be up soon, I'm sure.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Lift Off?
Well, not quite yet.
I know only about 4% of women go on their due dates, and I never really had an expectation of being one of them, so I wasn't really surprised to wake up this morning feeling much the same as I did last night. A little snugglier, maybe, and a little more tempted to try to convince Mr. Wolfman to skip work. But generally good and healthy and not crazily impatient.
I think part of this calmness stems from the fact that I have so much to do. Normally, this would be a cause for great anxiety, but I think all the stuff that I need to get done is balancing my impatience to have my baby, and it's put me into a state of near neutrality. Which is good, because if I was panicking right now, I definitely couldn't get the kitchen cleaned up and the laundry started, which I need to do before the little one gets here. I'm so not going to be doing housework for at least a few days after the birth.
Today we have an appointment with Dr. Ladyhouse, to set up an appointment for an induction next week, if the little monster doesn't appear before that. I still need to do some research on membrane sweeps to decide if I want one, but if I can avoid being given oxytocin, that would be a major plus. Not looking forward to the exam, which I'm sure will be necessary today. I'd really rather keep my lady parts between me and my husband, but what can you do? More of that to come, anyway.
Anyway, we decided we'd better pack the car as if this is it, because the hospital is 40 mins away, so if I somehow go into labour on the way there, we're not going to be able to turn around pick up our go bags. I'm going to bring my knitting, too, in case I do end up in the hospital. I'm positive for Group B Strep, which means the first thing they'll do when I do get admitted is give me antibiotics for 3-4 hours. It would be nice to get something done in that time and the blanket I've been working on is somewhere on my list of things to get done before the little one gets here.
Mr. Wolfman asked me to pack a bag for him for the hospital. Little does he know, I bought him a new one and packed it weeks ago. It's been hiding in the Little Monster's closet forever :) It's supposed to be a surprise, though (I'm 90% sure he doesn't know the address of this blog), so I'm thinking I'll walk it over to his work and sneak it into the trunk of the car before he gets done... and just hope he doesn't need anything out of the trunk before he gets home. I wanted to get him some comfy pajama pants for it, but there's nowhere around here to buy some. If I can sneak away for a few minutes after we've seen Dr. Ladyhouse, I might have more luck.
So, that's it. Or at least that's it for now. Tempting as it is to sit here and play around online (which is all I feel like I've been doing since work ended), I actually do have things that need to get done, not the least of which is taking a shower. I'm really wondering if my next post will include a baby or not. Only time will tell.
I know only about 4% of women go on their due dates, and I never really had an expectation of being one of them, so I wasn't really surprised to wake up this morning feeling much the same as I did last night. A little snugglier, maybe, and a little more tempted to try to convince Mr. Wolfman to skip work. But generally good and healthy and not crazily impatient.
I think part of this calmness stems from the fact that I have so much to do. Normally, this would be a cause for great anxiety, but I think all the stuff that I need to get done is balancing my impatience to have my baby, and it's put me into a state of near neutrality. Which is good, because if I was panicking right now, I definitely couldn't get the kitchen cleaned up and the laundry started, which I need to do before the little one gets here. I'm so not going to be doing housework for at least a few days after the birth.
Today we have an appointment with Dr. Ladyhouse, to set up an appointment for an induction next week, if the little monster doesn't appear before that. I still need to do some research on membrane sweeps to decide if I want one, but if I can avoid being given oxytocin, that would be a major plus. Not looking forward to the exam, which I'm sure will be necessary today. I'd really rather keep my lady parts between me and my husband, but what can you do? More of that to come, anyway.
Anyway, we decided we'd better pack the car as if this is it, because the hospital is 40 mins away, so if I somehow go into labour on the way there, we're not going to be able to turn around pick up our go bags. I'm going to bring my knitting, too, in case I do end up in the hospital. I'm positive for Group B Strep, which means the first thing they'll do when I do get admitted is give me antibiotics for 3-4 hours. It would be nice to get something done in that time and the blanket I've been working on is somewhere on my list of things to get done before the little one gets here.
Mr. Wolfman asked me to pack a bag for him for the hospital. Little does he know, I bought him a new one and packed it weeks ago. It's been hiding in the Little Monster's closet forever :) It's supposed to be a surprise, though (I'm 90% sure he doesn't know the address of this blog), so I'm thinking I'll walk it over to his work and sneak it into the trunk of the car before he gets done... and just hope he doesn't need anything out of the trunk before he gets home. I wanted to get him some comfy pajama pants for it, but there's nowhere around here to buy some. If I can sneak away for a few minutes after we've seen Dr. Ladyhouse, I might have more luck.
So, that's it. Or at least that's it for now. Tempting as it is to sit here and play around online (which is all I feel like I've been doing since work ended), I actually do have things that need to get done, not the least of which is taking a shower. I'm really wondering if my next post will include a baby or not. Only time will tell.
Friday, May 23, 2014
23 Weeks and Counting
So!
I've been very lax in keeping this updated and a lot has happened since my last post.
We went for our 18/20 week ultrasound. The ultrasound tech was very excited and very nice. She even offered to change her relaxing background music, if it wasn't to my taste. Much to my surprise, though, she wasn't allowed to tell us anything. Not the gender, not if the little monster was healthy, nothing. She said she could lose her job for telling, so I didn't push it. It was wonderful anyway, seeing it swimming around in there, being all cute, seeing the heartbeat, etc. Then Mr. Wolfman and I went for a nice long drive and took pictures and just had a generally fantastic day.
I eagerly called my clinic the next day to find out that they had received the results, but they weren't allowed to tell me anything either; I needed to book an appointment with the Dr... and the Dr. was going to be away for a week. Then my new work decided to not give me a schedule and just tell me each day when I needed to come in next, so finally, a week after Dr. Illegible got back, I got in for an appointment.
He said everything was good, and looked healthy, but when I asked the gender, he said they hadn't put it on the report. I just about lost it. I did keep very calm, though, when I told him that I was going to be making an angry phone call to the ultrasound tech if it wasn't on there. He looked again, and after playfully negotiating a bribe (which I told him would not be my firstborn), we found out...
It's funny, I kind of always felt like I would want a girl, but by the time we found out, I just felt like he should be a boy. Like, it would be somehow wrong if he turned out to be a girl. The gender-neutral blanket I was knitting is now done (all blue and green and teal) and I'd already bought some variegated blue, yellow, white & teal yarn for a hat, which I only held off on starting until my boy suspicions were confirmed. I'm a little bit nervous because I feel like it'll always be a little bit easier to raise someone the same gender as you, but I'm so effing excited :D
The only thing wrong with the ultrasound was that they hadn't been able to see his left hand, so Dr. Illegible sent us to have another one in the city (400km away). Luckily, we had plans to go there the next day, and the imaging centre was able to squeeze us in that afternoon. Unluckily, they were pretty unprofessional and incompetent and when they couldn't find his left hand either (that, at least, wasn't their fault, it was just the way he was lying) after 45 minutes - and after 2 techs had had an exhaustive argument about whether what they were looking at were his hands or his feet (I could tell the difference, I'm not sure why they couldn't)--they lied and said that they could see his hand, and sent me away thinking that everything was OK.
So when I went to see the Dr. for my next checkup, I found out that they hadn't been able to see his hand again, and now, because I've had 2 anatomy ultrasounds with no left hand visible, they're sending me to a university hospital (again in the city) that specializes in obstetrics. I don't know when, though. Still waiting on a call from the hospital to schedule.
I think Mr. Wolfman is more worried about the hand thing then I am. Dr. Illegible keeps telling me not to worry, and I'm actually really not. That could be because I'm getting kicked and punched so much that I simply can't believe this child has any less than 4 limbs. He may even have five or six.
I'm still very happy about everything. The posts about us having to move (in a week and again at the end of July - and then possibly again in September) will have to wait for another day, because I'm not really in such a ranty mood. Mostly I just wanna go lie down and work on my little man's hat.
I've been very lax in keeping this updated and a lot has happened since my last post.
We went for our 18/20 week ultrasound. The ultrasound tech was very excited and very nice. She even offered to change her relaxing background music, if it wasn't to my taste. Much to my surprise, though, she wasn't allowed to tell us anything. Not the gender, not if the little monster was healthy, nothing. She said she could lose her job for telling, so I didn't push it. It was wonderful anyway, seeing it swimming around in there, being all cute, seeing the heartbeat, etc. Then Mr. Wolfman and I went for a nice long drive and took pictures and just had a generally fantastic day.
I eagerly called my clinic the next day to find out that they had received the results, but they weren't allowed to tell me anything either; I needed to book an appointment with the Dr... and the Dr. was going to be away for a week. Then my new work decided to not give me a schedule and just tell me each day when I needed to come in next, so finally, a week after Dr. Illegible got back, I got in for an appointment.
He said everything was good, and looked healthy, but when I asked the gender, he said they hadn't put it on the report. I just about lost it. I did keep very calm, though, when I told him that I was going to be making an angry phone call to the ultrasound tech if it wasn't on there. He looked again, and after playfully negotiating a bribe (which I told him would not be my firstborn), we found out...
WE'RE HAVING A BOY!
It's funny, I kind of always felt like I would want a girl, but by the time we found out, I just felt like he should be a boy. Like, it would be somehow wrong if he turned out to be a girl. The gender-neutral blanket I was knitting is now done (all blue and green and teal) and I'd already bought some variegated blue, yellow, white & teal yarn for a hat, which I only held off on starting until my boy suspicions were confirmed. I'm a little bit nervous because I feel like it'll always be a little bit easier to raise someone the same gender as you, but I'm so effing excited :D
The only thing wrong with the ultrasound was that they hadn't been able to see his left hand, so Dr. Illegible sent us to have another one in the city (400km away). Luckily, we had plans to go there the next day, and the imaging centre was able to squeeze us in that afternoon. Unluckily, they were pretty unprofessional and incompetent and when they couldn't find his left hand either (that, at least, wasn't their fault, it was just the way he was lying) after 45 minutes - and after 2 techs had had an exhaustive argument about whether what they were looking at were his hands or his feet (I could tell the difference, I'm not sure why they couldn't)--they lied and said that they could see his hand, and sent me away thinking that everything was OK.
So when I went to see the Dr. for my next checkup, I found out that they hadn't been able to see his hand again, and now, because I've had 2 anatomy ultrasounds with no left hand visible, they're sending me to a university hospital (again in the city) that specializes in obstetrics. I don't know when, though. Still waiting on a call from the hospital to schedule.
I think Mr. Wolfman is more worried about the hand thing then I am. Dr. Illegible keeps telling me not to worry, and I'm actually really not. That could be because I'm getting kicked and punched so much that I simply can't believe this child has any less than 4 limbs. He may even have five or six.
I'm still very happy about everything. The posts about us having to move (in a week and again at the end of July - and then possibly again in September) will have to wait for another day, because I'm not really in such a ranty mood. Mostly I just wanna go lie down and work on my little man's hat.
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