It seems as though Baby G is perfectly content where he's at. At this week's appointment, he still hasn't dropped enough to schedule an induction. I have mixed feelings about inducing - part of me wants to wait until he comes on his own because I will have a MUCH better chance at trying to go natural, sans meds. The other part of me is willing to induce because the longer we wait, the bigger he gets (he's predicted to be over 8 lbs), and because it's just nice to know exactly when he will exit my body.
We are now down to single digits if he comes on his D-Day. Most first babies are overdue, but most first babies also drop and get "in position" 2-4 weeks before they arrive. He has been head down for weeks, but he is still "floating" and not far enough down. At first I was disappointed after my appointment because it seemed that there wasn't really any progress since my previous check-up. Then I had to remind myself that he will come when he is good and ready AND that I should be thankful that I even have the wonderful pleasure of carrying him around.
I will confess that I have been feeling guilty lately when I come across other blogs of women who are so desperately trying to get pregnant. I also know of several people struggling with fertility issues, so when I have any frustrations that are indeed trivial I have to give myself a big kick in the pants and come back to reality.
Dear Baby G,
I cannot wait to hold you in my arms and to kiss your sweet face, fingers, and toes. I cannot wait to watch you with your daddy and to see what kind of man you grow up to be. I cannot wait for all things BOY. I cannot wait to be a soccer mom, to watch you play with Oliver, to take you camping, to see your smile ... this list is endless. I have known my whole life that I have always wanted to be a mom and that day is about to happen soon because of you.
I cannot wait.
Love,
Mama
Friday, August 13, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
To sleep, or not to sleep...
I definitely believe the last few weeks of pregnancy are nature's way of preparing pregos for the many sleepless nights to come. My pregnancy has been a breeze up until this point, and I now completely understand why so many women induce!
If I am not kept awake by reflux (TGFTums), I am tossing and turning from side to side, getting up to use the bathroom, or being awaken by contractions or by the little man doing his own tossing and turning.
I am very thankful that this is the brunt of this pregnancy and that there are only 2 more short weeks to go until the big D-Day (if he comes on time!). Last check at the doctor confirmed that I am still dilating and contracting (as if I didn't know about the contractions.. hehe), so progress IS being made. We talked briefly about the possibility of inducing, but Little G needs to drop before we can officially set up an induction. R is sitting on ready for his son to get here. Me ... some days, like yesterday, I am SO ready for him to leave his baby house, and then other days, like today, I am content with him waiting just a bit longer so that we can finish up our projects.
The house is finally coming along and should be done in the next week and a half. I will be so glad when we can get settled in and organized!
I am making the trek to school tomorrow to set up my classroom for my LT sub. I took this past week off after summer school, the car accident, and moving out of my apartment just to rest and relax. Now that Little G's arrival is quickly approaching, I know that I need to get my room prepped and ready - not something I'm looking forward to doing with my big belly, but it needs to get done! Such is life!
The best news I have since my last post is that Little Z is here! I am SO excited for my sis and her fam. Once again, she made childbirth look easy and delivered another beautiful baby. I can't wait to watch Little Z and Little G grow up together! Little Z was only 7.1 pounds and as of last week, Little G was estimated to be 7.25 pounds already. Looks like we win that category - not exactly the category I was looking to win. :)
Pretty soon we will have similar pictures of our little man ... crazy!
If I am not kept awake by reflux (TGFTums), I am tossing and turning from side to side, getting up to use the bathroom, or being awaken by contractions or by the little man doing his own tossing and turning.
I am very thankful that this is the brunt of this pregnancy and that there are only 2 more short weeks to go until the big D-Day (if he comes on time!). Last check at the doctor confirmed that I am still dilating and contracting (as if I didn't know about the contractions.. hehe), so progress IS being made. We talked briefly about the possibility of inducing, but Little G needs to drop before we can officially set up an induction. R is sitting on ready for his son to get here. Me ... some days, like yesterday, I am SO ready for him to leave his baby house, and then other days, like today, I am content with him waiting just a bit longer so that we can finish up our projects.
The house is finally coming along and should be done in the next week and a half. I will be so glad when we can get settled in and organized!
I am making the trek to school tomorrow to set up my classroom for my LT sub. I took this past week off after summer school, the car accident, and moving out of my apartment just to rest and relax. Now that Little G's arrival is quickly approaching, I know that I need to get my room prepped and ready - not something I'm looking forward to doing with my big belly, but it needs to get done! Such is life!
The best news I have since my last post is that Little Z is here! I am SO excited for my sis and her fam. Once again, she made childbirth look easy and delivered another beautiful baby. I can't wait to watch Little Z and Little G grow up together! Little Z was only 7.1 pounds and as of last week, Little G was estimated to be 7.25 pounds already. Looks like we win that category - not exactly the category I was looking to win. :)
Pretty soon we will have similar pictures of our little man ... crazy!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
When it rains, it pours
OH. MY. GOODNESS.
This just hasn't been my week. Well, it hasn't even been a week since the chaos began, so I am crossing my fingers that all of the "fun" is over and done with.
Saturday afternoon I had lunch with one of my besties and dropped her back off at our apartment. I was then en route to mi casa when a car decided to come over into my lane. He was either not paying attention or didn't see me because I had to swerve to avoid hitting him as he took over my spot in my lane. That is when my new Santa Fe met its doom.
Guard rail - 1
Big Momma - 0
To top it off, the dude didn't even stop! No one stopped! It all happened so fast I was in complete and utter shock. I got out, checked the damage to my poor car (it was not pretty), and attempted to drive back home as home was less than a couple miles away from the scene of the accident.
My car gave up and the tire went flat, so I called a tow truck to come and haul it to the body shop and got on the phone with the insurance company. They told me the towing company would take 30 minutes. Try TWO HOURS later with me waiting in the heat and starting to worry about Little G as I'm now having slight abdominal discomfort.
I called the after hours line for my doctor and the nurse who took the call said I could go in but would not flat out tell me that I should. My sister, on the other hand, told me that I should definitely go and get things checked out, and R had also requested that I go in. (side note: R had already left for New Orleans for the whole week and I was the only one in my car during the accident)
Soooo the tow truck finally arrives, drops me off at home, and I take R's car to the hospital. The lady at the women's center informs me that I need to walk all the way around to the ER even though the nurse on the phone told me to go to the women's center. Okay, so I walk over to the ER. They get me in quickly and are frustrated (not with me) that I got sent over to them since I should be at the women's center. So I'm then wheel chaired up to the women's center and put in a room for 4 hours hooked up to a fetal heart rate monitor and a contraction monitor. As my wonderful nurse put it, I was "banging out contractions." 6 in 10 minutes! Uhhh.. no gracias! I am not supposed to be having this baby right now - R is out of town, the house is no where near finished, AND I still need to move out of my apartment! They finally decided to hook me up to an IV and gave me drugs to stop the contractions. Thankfully I stayed at 1 cm dilated and the contractions slowed way down.
I was planning on using R's car this week while he is gone, but his battery decided to die on me (what is my deal with cars???), so I traded up for a Chevy Impala at the good 'ole Enterprise. The first one they gave me smelled like an ash tray, so I went back today to exchange it for one that I could breathe in. Wow, I miss my car already but it will be 2-3 weeks before it is fixed.
This afternoon I went in for a prenatal massage that must have put my occasional contractions up a notch because I thought I might be going into labor a couple of hours later. Needless to say, R is on the first flight back tomorrow morning and isn't leaving town anytime soon!
While it would be SO easy to have a prego emotional breakdown at any minute, I have to focus on the positives:
-While my car is damaged, I was not hurt, and more importantly Little G is just fine. The air bags did not deploy and he was not impacted although he will probably come sooner than expected now because of the impact.
-I have wonderful insurance that takes care of me and my car.
-While the house is still not finished, I am fortunate to have a house and someone that I love who is paying lots and lots of money to make our home wonderful for our family.
-I have an AWESOME family who has helped so much these past few days helping me move out of my apartment... my mom especially. I could not have done it without them or her.
-My awesome family lives in the same city as I do so I am able to come and crash at their place while my house is getting finished up.
-If Little G does make an earlier than expected entrance, he will be smaller (and probably nicer to my body on his way out) than if he went all the way until his due date.
-Oliver was already at puppy school for round two when the accident happened and will be there for the next three weeks.
Maybe now I can try to relax the rest of this week? :)
This just hasn't been my week. Well, it hasn't even been a week since the chaos began, so I am crossing my fingers that all of the "fun" is over and done with.
Saturday afternoon I had lunch with one of my besties and dropped her back off at our apartment. I was then en route to mi casa when a car decided to come over into my lane. He was either not paying attention or didn't see me because I had to swerve to avoid hitting him as he took over my spot in my lane. That is when my new Santa Fe met its doom.
Guard rail - 1
Big Momma - 0
To top it off, the dude didn't even stop! No one stopped! It all happened so fast I was in complete and utter shock. I got out, checked the damage to my poor car (it was not pretty), and attempted to drive back home as home was less than a couple miles away from the scene of the accident.
My car gave up and the tire went flat, so I called a tow truck to come and haul it to the body shop and got on the phone with the insurance company. They told me the towing company would take 30 minutes. Try TWO HOURS later with me waiting in the heat and starting to worry about Little G as I'm now having slight abdominal discomfort.
I called the after hours line for my doctor and the nurse who took the call said I could go in but would not flat out tell me that I should. My sister, on the other hand, told me that I should definitely go and get things checked out, and R had also requested that I go in. (side note: R had already left for New Orleans for the whole week and I was the only one in my car during the accident)
Soooo the tow truck finally arrives, drops me off at home, and I take R's car to the hospital. The lady at the women's center informs me that I need to walk all the way around to the ER even though the nurse on the phone told me to go to the women's center. Okay, so I walk over to the ER. They get me in quickly and are frustrated (not with me) that I got sent over to them since I should be at the women's center. So I'm then wheel chaired up to the women's center and put in a room for 4 hours hooked up to a fetal heart rate monitor and a contraction monitor. As my wonderful nurse put it, I was "banging out contractions." 6 in 10 minutes! Uhhh.. no gracias! I am not supposed to be having this baby right now - R is out of town, the house is no where near finished, AND I still need to move out of my apartment! They finally decided to hook me up to an IV and gave me drugs to stop the contractions. Thankfully I stayed at 1 cm dilated and the contractions slowed way down.
I was planning on using R's car this week while he is gone, but his battery decided to die on me (what is my deal with cars???), so I traded up for a Chevy Impala at the good 'ole Enterprise. The first one they gave me smelled like an ash tray, so I went back today to exchange it for one that I could breathe in. Wow, I miss my car already but it will be 2-3 weeks before it is fixed.
This afternoon I went in for a prenatal massage that must have put my occasional contractions up a notch because I thought I might be going into labor a couple of hours later. Needless to say, R is on the first flight back tomorrow morning and isn't leaving town anytime soon!
While it would be SO easy to have a prego emotional breakdown at any minute, I have to focus on the positives:
-While my car is damaged, I was not hurt, and more importantly Little G is just fine. The air bags did not deploy and he was not impacted although he will probably come sooner than expected now because of the impact.
-I have wonderful insurance that takes care of me and my car.
-While the house is still not finished, I am fortunate to have a house and someone that I love who is paying lots and lots of money to make our home wonderful for our family.
-I have an AWESOME family who has helped so much these past few days helping me move out of my apartment... my mom especially. I could not have done it without them or her.
-My awesome family lives in the same city as I do so I am able to come and crash at their place while my house is getting finished up.
-If Little G does make an earlier than expected entrance, he will be smaller (and probably nicer to my body on his way out) than if he went all the way until his due date.
-Oliver was already at puppy school for round two when the accident happened and will be there for the next three weeks.
Maybe now I can try to relax the rest of this week? :)
Monday, July 19, 2010
Prego charm?
If you know me, you already know that it’s hard to resist my charm. ;) Hehe.
But really, I feel like all women at this point must have the magic powers of the “Prego Charm.” It seems like most everywhere I go people make comments such as:
• When are you due?
• What are you having?
• Do you have a name picked out?
• You must be so hot!
• Don’t lift anything!
• Congratulations!
• Good luck with the baby!
Not only are people asking questions and making comments, but more people go out of their way to hold open doors, stop for me to cross the parking lot, etc. It’s quite nice, I must say!
A couple of the church ladies at summer school told me last week how good I look. I will certainly take those compliments any day since I now feel GINORMOUS. Yep, I’m officially okay with the “G” words because that is how I feel. Big. Fat. Gross.
I find myself tossing and turning from side to side all night long. It’s hard to bend over, sit up from a laying down position, or walk at any pace that is faster than your typical geriatric. All complaints aside, I am still very thankful to have my little guy staying in his baby cooker. 37 weeks is considered full term, so our fingers are crossed he can at least wait it out for another two weeks. Apart from the growing and developing his little body still requires, I need to get his nursery ready, my classroom at school set up for my long term sub, and my apartment that I still have (yet don’t live at) cleaned out all before the big D-day. Needless to say, I will gladly take the big belly as opposed to an early arrival.
We celebrated the upcoming birth of my sister’s little man with a baby shower yesterday. As co-hostess with the mostess I would have to say that it went quite well. Having to keep Oliver in the backyard the whole time, though, not quite so well. He didn’t appreciate that and showed his dissatisfaction by barking most of the time. Just another thing to add to his list of “please fix” when we drop him off at puppy training for round two later this week!
This is the last week of summer school – yippee! It always goes by quickly and makes me think that moms who only get 6 weeks maternity leave from work must hate that the time goes by so fast. I have heard that the first 6-8 weeks with a newborn are the hardest so that makes me even more grateful to have until January at home with Little G!
Finally, I will soon be a single mom no more! R comes home later tonight from his trip, and I am happy to have his help with Oliver once again. I love that pup, but it is very tiring for a 35 week prego to be walking him at least 3 times a day in this heat!
But really, I feel like all women at this point must have the magic powers of the “Prego Charm.” It seems like most everywhere I go people make comments such as:
• When are you due?
• What are you having?
• Do you have a name picked out?
• You must be so hot!
• Don’t lift anything!
• Congratulations!
• Good luck with the baby!
Not only are people asking questions and making comments, but more people go out of their way to hold open doors, stop for me to cross the parking lot, etc. It’s quite nice, I must say!
A couple of the church ladies at summer school told me last week how good I look. I will certainly take those compliments any day since I now feel GINORMOUS. Yep, I’m officially okay with the “G” words because that is how I feel. Big. Fat. Gross.
I find myself tossing and turning from side to side all night long. It’s hard to bend over, sit up from a laying down position, or walk at any pace that is faster than your typical geriatric. All complaints aside, I am still very thankful to have my little guy staying in his baby cooker. 37 weeks is considered full term, so our fingers are crossed he can at least wait it out for another two weeks. Apart from the growing and developing his little body still requires, I need to get his nursery ready, my classroom at school set up for my long term sub, and my apartment that I still have (yet don’t live at) cleaned out all before the big D-day. Needless to say, I will gladly take the big belly as opposed to an early arrival.
We celebrated the upcoming birth of my sister’s little man with a baby shower yesterday. As co-hostess with the mostess I would have to say that it went quite well. Having to keep Oliver in the backyard the whole time, though, not quite so well. He didn’t appreciate that and showed his dissatisfaction by barking most of the time. Just another thing to add to his list of “please fix” when we drop him off at puppy training for round two later this week!
This is the last week of summer school – yippee! It always goes by quickly and makes me think that moms who only get 6 weeks maternity leave from work must hate that the time goes by so fast. I have heard that the first 6-8 weeks with a newborn are the hardest so that makes me even more grateful to have until January at home with Little G!
Finally, I will soon be a single mom no more! R comes home later tonight from his trip, and I am happy to have his help with Oliver once again. I love that pup, but it is very tiring for a 35 week prego to be walking him at least 3 times a day in this heat!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Happy Birthday B!
My sweet niece B turned the big 5 yesterday, or as she says, "I'm one whole hand!" She was the first grandchild for our family, and we were SO ecstatic when my sister and bro-in-law gave us the news. They had been trying to pregnant for a while and underwent some fertility treatments before finally conceiving. Whatever they did must have cleaned the pipes because they are soon expecting baby #3 and haven't had any problems since B with getting prego. She must have been the good luck charm!
B is a great big sister (although she does her share of instigating like any older sibling) and will be starting kindergarten soon. She is funny, adventurous, sensitive, smart, and very caring and loving. I can't wait to see how she does in school and what happens in the next five years!
Da* loves you!
Our first picture together!
Silly baby!
Finally a big sister!
One of my favorite pictures of her - check out the pants!
*B couldn't say "Tía" at first so she called me "Da." My fam thought it was hilarious and still calls me Da on occasion. :)
B is a great big sister (although she does her share of instigating like any older sibling) and will be starting kindergarten soon. She is funny, adventurous, sensitive, smart, and very caring and loving. I can't wait to see how she does in school and what happens in the next five years!
Da* loves you!
Our first picture together!
Silly baby!
Finally a big sister!
One of my favorite pictures of her - check out the pants!
*B couldn't say "Tía" at first so she called me "Da." My fam thought it was hilarious and still calls me Da on occasion. :)
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Pregzilla
There are days when I have to take deep breaths so I don't turn into this...
(image courtesy of www.adorableideas.com)
The other day just happened to be one of "those" days. R cautiously approached me and said, "So I've got good news and bad news." I have no idea what he would even say, so I tell him to give me the bad news first. This is how the rest of the conversation went...
R: So you know how I was supposed to go to New York this weekend? (side note: R is going to NY for his God daughter's birthday)
Me: Yes?
R: Well as it turns out, it's actually next weekend. I got my dates wrong.
Me: Okaaay... (and then I quickly realize what this implies)
Me: Ummm you know that weekend is McB's (my sister) baby shower? AND we are supposed to take our baby basics care class on Saturday morning that I already rescheduled because you couldn't make the first one because of something.
And then it hits me. The last little detail, although it's not quite so little.
Me: AND Oliver comes home on Friday, so I will be alone with him all weekend?!?
R: There's nothing I can do...
Me: I need to practice my deep breathing now. By the way, where is the good news in this???
R: I'm going to be home this weekend after all.
Me: (eye roll) Grrrrr
Pregzilla stayed in her cave, but I will admit that it was really hard to keep her there! I informed R that this mental slip up has given me full leverage, aka he cannot complain about ANYTHING for a while. Hehe... I guess we will see how long I can milk that! ;)
Otherwise in the land of Big Momma, things are good. Construction is still steady and summer school is nearing an end. I am back on good terms with iron after switching to a supplement that my sister uses and recommends. This past week we met with our pediatrician for the first time and went on the hospital tour. The pediatrician is great and the hospital L&D rooms are SO nice! Of course I probably won't care where I am at that point, but the rooms are very spacious and new. It won't be too much longer until we are having to check in ... eeeek!
I am getting more and more curious what Little G is going to look like. Or maybe I should say who will he look like? Will he look more like his daddy or more like me? Or will he have distinct characteristics from both of us?
This was R way back when:
And then there's me:
The only things that we have been able to tell from the ultrasounds so far is that he has chubby cheeks and lots of hair!
(image courtesy of www.adorableideas.com)
The other day just happened to be one of "those" days. R cautiously approached me and said, "So I've got good news and bad news." I have no idea what he would even say, so I tell him to give me the bad news first. This is how the rest of the conversation went...
R: So you know how I was supposed to go to New York this weekend? (side note: R is going to NY for his God daughter's birthday)
Me: Yes?
R: Well as it turns out, it's actually next weekend. I got my dates wrong.
Me: Okaaay... (and then I quickly realize what this implies)
Me: Ummm you know that weekend is McB's (my sister) baby shower? AND we are supposed to take our baby basics care class on Saturday morning that I already rescheduled because you couldn't make the first one because of something.
And then it hits me. The last little detail, although it's not quite so little.
Me: AND Oliver comes home on Friday, so I will be alone with him all weekend?!?
R: There's nothing I can do...
Me: I need to practice my deep breathing now. By the way, where is the good news in this???
R: I'm going to be home this weekend after all.
Me: (eye roll) Grrrrr
Pregzilla stayed in her cave, but I will admit that it was really hard to keep her there! I informed R that this mental slip up has given me full leverage, aka he cannot complain about ANYTHING for a while. Hehe... I guess we will see how long I can milk that! ;)
Otherwise in the land of Big Momma, things are good. Construction is still steady and summer school is nearing an end. I am back on good terms with iron after switching to a supplement that my sister uses and recommends. This past week we met with our pediatrician for the first time and went on the hospital tour. The pediatrician is great and the hospital L&D rooms are SO nice! Of course I probably won't care where I am at that point, but the rooms are very spacious and new. It won't be too much longer until we are having to check in ... eeeek!
I am getting more and more curious what Little G is going to look like. Or maybe I should say who will he look like? Will he look more like his daddy or more like me? Or will he have distinct characteristics from both of us?
This was R way back when:
And then there's me:
The only things that we have been able to tell from the ultrasounds so far is that he has chubby cheeks and lots of hair!
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Welcome to Motherhood...
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." - Charles Dickens
Good 'ole Charlie must have known a thing or two about parenthood! It has been quite the week with young Oliver, but the Dickens quote is definitely an exaggeration with how things are going.
We were not able to drop Oliver off at puppy training school as we had planned because he came down with a bug. After waking us up every two hours with dry heaving for two nights in a row, we decided he should stay home until he was feeling better. Two vet visits later and antibiotic, probiotic, and cough suppressant in tow, we are happy to say that he is back to his normal, happy self. No one said having a puppy is easy ... or cheap!
Although we love him immensely, we were slightly enthusiastic to drop him off for two weeks this morning so that we can finally get some things done. Having a puppy has given the two of us an early start to parenting - it requires a lot of team work, little sleep, and much patience. If I want to shower, I make sure R can watch him or I stick Oliver in his crate so he doesn't get into any trouble, etc, etc. It is definitely a 24 hour job but worth every minute. His sweet little face was so sad when we dropped him off - I think the memories from being at the shelter are still fresh on his mind. I felt guilty leaving him there - I am definitely looking forward to picking him up and seeing if he has been a good student.
When I got home from summer school on Friday, I came through the front door to the sounds and mess of the upstairs construction, the sight of R and Oliver drenched from playing ball in the rain, and the constant barking of Oliver after being crated so he could dry off and not get in the way of the workers. Needless to say, I took one exasperated look at R and told him that I needed to find my zen. There wasn't anything to do but laugh at the chaos, so I decided to take a video to document the madness:
In other news, I am down to just 7 more weeks. Little G has been entertaining us with his constant moves/jabs across my belly, and I am thankful to still have an "innie" with my ever expanding belly. Nothing against anyone who has an outie - I just prefer my innie. :)
We are meeting with our pediatrician this week just to make sure it is a good fit and also will be taking the hospital tour. The childbirth classes, breastfeeding class and baby care basics class are all coming up - so many things to look forward to this month! Not really, but I am hopeful that they will be informative and worth our time. One of R's friends sent us several baby dvds many moons ago. I decided to watch one titled, "Laughing and Learning About Childbirth." First of all, the title really annoys me because who finds childbirth funny? Definitely not me when I have to think about what is going to happen. You know, down there. Not funny. I wasn't laughing, but I did learn some about what to expect. I've seen my sister give birth to my niece, and she had a very nice, easy delivery. She also had an epidural though, which I am going to TRY (key word: try) not to get. Yeah, we'll see how long that goes, right? Anyway, back to the video. The lady talked about the six preliminary signs of labor. And thankfully, I only have one at this stage - Braxton-Hicks contractions.
While we are excited to meet him and see what he looks like, we are content with Little G chillin' in his baby house for several more weeks. I forgot to mention how UNCOOPERATIVE he was during our 3D/4D ultrasound. Ummmm... like father, like son? Hehe... just kidding, babe! Kind of. ;) Baby G did NOT want to show us his face. He must love his limbs because he literally had his arms blocking his face the whole time and even brought his legs up in front of his face at one point. Nice flexibility, I will admit! (He definitely does not get that from me!) We got a peek at his chubby cheeks and had some nice side profile shots but did not ever get a clear view of his entire face. Oh well, I guess there will be some element of surprise after all. The ultrasound technician was so nice and had me try everything to get him to move his hands away - drinking juice, eating crackers, laying on both sides, doing the downward dog yoga pose (seriously)... but he wouldn't budge. It's okay - we enjoyed getting to see him on the big screen and watch him swallow, hiccup, and be his little stubborn self. Let's hope that he's not TOO stubborn, and if he is, that babies are easier to train than puppies. :)
Good 'ole Charlie must have known a thing or two about parenthood! It has been quite the week with young Oliver, but the Dickens quote is definitely an exaggeration with how things are going.
We were not able to drop Oliver off at puppy training school as we had planned because he came down with a bug. After waking us up every two hours with dry heaving for two nights in a row, we decided he should stay home until he was feeling better. Two vet visits later and antibiotic, probiotic, and cough suppressant in tow, we are happy to say that he is back to his normal, happy self. No one said having a puppy is easy ... or cheap!
Although we love him immensely, we were slightly enthusiastic to drop him off for two weeks this morning so that we can finally get some things done. Having a puppy has given the two of us an early start to parenting - it requires a lot of team work, little sleep, and much patience. If I want to shower, I make sure R can watch him or I stick Oliver in his crate so he doesn't get into any trouble, etc, etc. It is definitely a 24 hour job but worth every minute. His sweet little face was so sad when we dropped him off - I think the memories from being at the shelter are still fresh on his mind. I felt guilty leaving him there - I am definitely looking forward to picking him up and seeing if he has been a good student.
When I got home from summer school on Friday, I came through the front door to the sounds and mess of the upstairs construction, the sight of R and Oliver drenched from playing ball in the rain, and the constant barking of Oliver after being crated so he could dry off and not get in the way of the workers. Needless to say, I took one exasperated look at R and told him that I needed to find my zen. There wasn't anything to do but laugh at the chaos, so I decided to take a video to document the madness:
Crack dog and construction from tracy adams on Vimeo.
In other news, I am down to just 7 more weeks. Little G has been entertaining us with his constant moves/jabs across my belly, and I am thankful to still have an "innie" with my ever expanding belly. Nothing against anyone who has an outie - I just prefer my innie. :)
We are meeting with our pediatrician this week just to make sure it is a good fit and also will be taking the hospital tour. The childbirth classes, breastfeeding class and baby care basics class are all coming up - so many things to look forward to this month! Not really, but I am hopeful that they will be informative and worth our time. One of R's friends sent us several baby dvds many moons ago. I decided to watch one titled, "Laughing and Learning About Childbirth." First of all, the title really annoys me because who finds childbirth funny? Definitely not me when I have to think about what is going to happen. You know, down there. Not funny. I wasn't laughing, but I did learn some about what to expect. I've seen my sister give birth to my niece, and she had a very nice, easy delivery. She also had an epidural though, which I am going to TRY (key word: try) not to get. Yeah, we'll see how long that goes, right? Anyway, back to the video. The lady talked about the six preliminary signs of labor. And thankfully, I only have one at this stage - Braxton-Hicks contractions.
While we are excited to meet him and see what he looks like, we are content with Little G chillin' in his baby house for several more weeks. I forgot to mention how UNCOOPERATIVE he was during our 3D/4D ultrasound. Ummmm... like father, like son? Hehe... just kidding, babe! Kind of. ;) Baby G did NOT want to show us his face. He must love his limbs because he literally had his arms blocking his face the whole time and even brought his legs up in front of his face at one point. Nice flexibility, I will admit! (He definitely does not get that from me!) We got a peek at his chubby cheeks and had some nice side profile shots but did not ever get a clear view of his entire face. Oh well, I guess there will be some element of surprise after all. The ultrasound technician was so nice and had me try everything to get him to move his hands away - drinking juice, eating crackers, laying on both sides, doing the downward dog yoga pose (seriously)... but he wouldn't budge. It's okay - we enjoyed getting to see him on the big screen and watch him swallow, hiccup, and be his little stubborn self. Let's hope that he's not TOO stubborn, and if he is, that babies are easier to train than puppies. :)
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