Yesterday at Lowe's, Mike and I were picking some things up for our latest house project (see picture below). The man that was helping us called me mama and asked when I was due. "Just over 2 months" I told him, to which he raised his eyebrows and exclaimed, "two months?", as in, "are you sure you don't mean two weeks?" Then he told me, "You're going to need a thirdleg to hold that belly up". I almost slapped him. But, Mike has been encouraging me not to slap strangers in public, so I resisted.
We tore out our old shower tile and are replacing it with pretty new stuff.
My good friend Sarah had bunion surgery today. I just took this picture of her, in all of her Percocet induced sleepy glory, on my couch. She's spending the night tonight.
She had a get together Saturday night, and Mike made her a cake:
It was a big hit!
My friend Nancy and I double fisting it! Yee haww!
Nancy and I rubbing bellies. She is 36 weeks pregnant, I'm 29.
Kristen, Sarah, Amy, Nancy, Cassia, and Derek at Sarah's place.
I've heard that about 5 times in the last week. "Nope, still have 11 weeks to go!" [Pause] "Oooh, you look greeeaaat!" Thanks, but you already blew it. I know I'm getting big, but geeez, people!
Maybe the bump has reached critical mass lately, or maybe people were just in good moods after the inauguration today, but several people offered me their place in line at the post office this morning. Do I look that uncomfortable?
I'm still enjoying pregnancy and feeling quite good. I've started to have Braxton Hicks most days, just a couple a day. My belly button is half in and half out. The baby kicks all the time and I always enjoy it. I have packed on a full 25 or 30 pounds (GULP!) despite exercising daily (you can all see my workout log) and eating really well. I'm really not worried about that, though, because I am feeling so good. I have a little bit of "extra fluff" all over--no real swelling or anything. My midwife is not concerned either and tells me to expect another 10-15. I have occasional heartburn and need 9-10 hours of sleep every night, but no complaints here! I feel I have already forgotten about the first trimester nausea.
I should add...I went for a run on Saturday and it was really warm out. After a mile or so, I was HOT and wanted to take my shirt off to expose my skin to the air a bit. I was on a dead end gravel road, so I thought, "what the heck, why not, I'll put it back on when I get into the neighborhood". Well, it felt really really good, so I ran with just a sports bra, belly hanging out for all to see, all the way to the end of the run and back home. I ran by a lady from my prenatal yoga class on the bike path and got a funny reaction...she thought I was nuts. Oh well.
Reese's blog post from today inspired me. Our school shut down classes and offices today during the inauguration so we could all join together and witness history on the big screen in our barn. There was lots of cheering and many tears shed. Although this is cliched by now, no matter what one's political beliefs, one must be amazed and excited about having an African American in the White House. I happen to join the majority of Americans and the rest of the human population in my support for Obama, so this day was exceptionally special for me. The fact that it followed Martin Luther King Day made it all the more poignant.
Yesterday, in our all school meeting, one of the teachers showed us this video in anticipation of today's events. It was produced by Will.i.am, a member of the Black Eyed Peas. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Another response to Reese... She is pregnant with her second child and looking into birthing options beyond another C-Section, which automatically excludes her from a hospital birth. Even though the uterine rupture (the claimed reason to not allow VaginalBirthsAfterC-Section, or VBAC) rate is less than 0.3%, the vast majority of hospitals refuse to allow VBAC's and opt instead to undertake the myriad risks associated with major surgery. Many people do not understand why C-Sections are such an unfortunate way to give birth. A few reasons:
1. The mother must undergo major abdominal surgery that requires MUCH longer to recover from than normal birth. When I worked at the maternity ward at our hospital, the goal for CS patients was to sit up on the edge of the bed 24 hours after delivery. They stayed in the hospital for 72 hours or more and were wheeled to their cars in wheelchairs. They are not even allowed to drive for a full two weeks post partum. Many normal birth mothers got up and walked to their post partum rooms 1 hour after delivery, left the hospital within 24 hours, and could resume normal household activities upon returning home.
2. The mother does not experience the flood of oxytocin (the love hormone) while giving birth. Oxytocin is the hormone that makes us fall in love, produces orgasm, and makes the uterus contract during normal labor. Many mothers that do not experience this hormone rush have difficulty bonding with their babies. Oxytocin is also absent from labors induced by its synthetic cousin, Pitocin.
3. Delayed mother baby bonding time. Most CS patients are in recovery for an hour to several hours after delivery and do not bond with their babies until out of recovery. After 9 months of pregnancy, the babies are taken to the nursery instead of laid upon their mothers' chests as they are in normal birth.
There are many more reasons, but I can go on about those later. C-Sections are very rarely the choice of the mother, but are the will of the doctor in attendance. While sometimes CS's are absolutely necessary and justified, it is absurd to have a CS rate of over 30% in this country. C-Sections follow a pattern that is usually proceeded by a cascade of interventions: mother goes into labor but is not contracting "enough" to dilate "fast enough", so Pitocin is given via IV to "speed things up". Pitocin greatly increases labor pain, so said mother requests an epidural. Epidural given, pitocin increased, mom doesn't care because she can't feel it. But baby can feel it! Contractions induced by pitocin are closer together and of a higher intensity than normal contractions (and remember, they do not include Oxytocin, which makes mom happy). Contractions temporarily cut off the blood supply to the placenta (and therefore baby). Without proper rest between contractions, baby's endurance begins to suffer. Baby's heart rate drops, emergency C-Section is ordered, and doc says to mom, "We did everything we could do, at least you have a healthy baby". AHH! (Okay, Okay, I'll stop now!)
That is why I am planning a home birth with a midwife! (That, and so I can have a good cup of coffee at 6am or a meal at 2am, not have an IV, and sleep in the same bed with my husband!)
I had two absolute strangers rub my belly today without asking or even having a conversation first. While this did not really offend me, I found it kinda awkward and weird. I just don't think that I would ever think it would be okay to touch a stranger's belly without being invited. Do any of you other pregos (or mamas) out there have similar experiences?
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Over the past couple of weeks, the munchkin has started to react to my touch. When heshe (can I just say "it"?) starts kicking me, I often press against hisher heels to feel the kicks more acutely. Initially, it was just on its own schedule and would kick and punch the same as it had been. Now, I can move my fingers around, poking in different places, and the heel strikes move to wherever I am poking. Mike has also been able to play this little game, and he seems to be getting more and more excited to be Dad. His ability to feel the baby move has made him much more connected. I am in awe about this little life right now--this time is absolutely precious and I love to just lay on the couch and feel the babe move around.
Hard to believe that my due date is less than three months away!
PS Congrats to Addie in her engagement and Reese on her announcement!
Dana Richardson, a friend from Boulder, recruited Sarah, Tracy, and I to volunteer for her at the Ouray Ice Festival this weekend. While we thought we might actually have to work, she had in mind for us to hang out, socialize, smile, and participate in the myriad fun ice fest activities. And fun we had! She treated us to a hotel, great food, and introductions to many new fresh faces. Not one of us did a single pitch of climbing, but we still had a blast.
Sarah Selling, Dana Richardson, Tracy Wilson, and I on Saturday hanging out in the AAC booth. It was sunny and warm!
Tracy and I.
New friends Stephen Koch and Vijay Vsomething (turns out Stephen knows my folks-small world).
Dancers at the Saturday night Petzl/Arc'Teryx party. I actually stayed up and danced until 1:30am, way past baby's bedtime.
I ran into an old friend from Bozeman, Whit Magro. His wife Kimberly is also preggers, due about 4 weeks after me!
Dana working (it) at the door. It was a beach themed party, hence the costumes below...
Some were great,
Some were amusing,
Some were goofy,
And some were just utterly tasteless. This guy initially entered the party sans the black pants, but the bouncer at the door took his job VERY SERIOUSLY and made him clean up his costume. Luckily, I only saw him after the bouncer met with him. (Tracy, send me the REALLY tasteless costume photo and I'll post it.)
Sarah and T relaxing post "work", pre party.
Pretty icicles hanging off of our hotel balcony.
Tracy is always cold and likes to walk around dressed like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Here she shows that she is wearing 7 layers: sport top, wool tank, wool long sleeve, 2nd wool long sleeve, soft shell, down jacket, synthetic puffy jacket. It was 35 degrees outside. We still love her.
You're all probably getting sick of seeing ski pictures. But, today was so beautiful, I just could not resist posting a few. I, too, am looking forward to posting pictures of our little kid instead of pictures of us, but we must wait! Today was a great day. Mike and I slept in (I didn't sleep most of the night, so at least I have an excuse), went to late church, then skinned up William's Peak this afternoon for some turns. As I write this, the kid is doing jumping jacks inside me. In the last couple of days, I have started to get punches and kicks simultaneously on opposite sides of the belly--maybe his/her little arms are just now punching hard enough to feel. It's fun to look down and see my belly move as I feel it. I have recently passed the 100-days-left mark. This pregnancy has gone so fast!
On the trail amidst the aspens. My jacket will just barely zip now and feels much better if I just leave it open. That was no problem today because it was perfectly calm up there.
Pregnant lady skinning up. Check out the beautiful frosty trees.
Sweeties on the summit of William's.
Here we are again. You can barely see Mount Sopris in the background among the clouds.
