No baby yet, just if you were wondering.
I DO, however, have piles of laundry to do, no food in the house to speak of, and dirty bathrooms. I thought that would bring the baby for sure.
I'll keep you posted.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
The Waiting Game
When I bought milk last week, I bought one gallon that expired the 24th and one that was good until the 26th. I thought, "Will these milks go bad before I have my baby?"
It's all I can think about these days. I make plans with the caveat "...if I don't have my baby, of course." I am constantly working up strategies for what I would do if my water broke at any given moment (in the temple last week, the grocery store today, during a visiting teaching appointment tomorrow) - who I would call to watch Truman, whether I'd have to call Matt home from work, etc. etc. I'm supposed to teach Relief Society on Sunday, and the RS president joked with me yesterday that my water would break while I was up there teaching. Now THAT would be something to blog about.
So we wait and wonder, knowing that, no matter what, we're at most 14 days away from having a baby (as I have an induction scheduled for November 3rd). It will be the longest two weeks of my life! And yet I'm torn too, because I realize that these are my last one-on-one days with my first 'baby' - who isn't such a baby anymore and whose life is about to be turned positively upside-down by a little brother.
Good thing I believe that babies come when they're supposed to, and I think this one's holding out for Matt's best friend's birthday this Saturday, the 24th. And then picking a name will be easy: prepare to welcome Bum Johnson.
It's all I can think about these days. I make plans with the caveat "...if I don't have my baby, of course." I am constantly working up strategies for what I would do if my water broke at any given moment (in the temple last week, the grocery store today, during a visiting teaching appointment tomorrow) - who I would call to watch Truman, whether I'd have to call Matt home from work, etc. etc. I'm supposed to teach Relief Society on Sunday, and the RS president joked with me yesterday that my water would break while I was up there teaching. Now THAT would be something to blog about.
So we wait and wonder, knowing that, no matter what, we're at most 14 days away from having a baby (as I have an induction scheduled for November 3rd). It will be the longest two weeks of my life! And yet I'm torn too, because I realize that these are my last one-on-one days with my first 'baby' - who isn't such a baby anymore and whose life is about to be turned positively upside-down by a little brother.
Good thing I believe that babies come when they're supposed to, and I think this one's holding out for Matt's best friend's birthday this Saturday, the 24th. And then picking a name will be easy: prepare to welcome Bum Johnson.
Friday, October 2, 2009
How was YOUR Thursday?
Most of our family has probably already heard this story, but we had quite a day yesterday.
In a nutshell, we went to the hospital worried that we were going to have our baby four weeks early (and, in my case, panicked that he still has no name...). Thankfully, I am still pregnant.
Why would a woman who has already been through labor make the mistake of driving 20 minutes to the hospital only to be sent home an hour later? I seriously considered not going in, but I was having painful but irregular contractions all night on Wednesday night, and by Thursday mid-morning they were three to five minutes apart and making me moan. I've had the flu since the wee hours of Wednesday morning, and apparently my body's reaction to the fever, chills and body aches was to cause contractions - contractions that were worsened by my already-always-sore pelvis bones turning mega-sore from the achiness of the flu. I told Matt on the way to the hospital that I didn't want the baby to be four weeks early (especially because my doctor told me that if I was exhibiting flu symptoms when I delivered, I would be quarantined from my baby), but if it would make the pain stop, I would have him that day and any way they wanted. I don't know that I have ever been sicker in my life.
I calmed down a lot and the contractions slowed once we got to the hospital, probably because I felt like we were doing something and at least I didn't have to wonder anymore if the flu was inducing labor. They took my temperature (not quite 101) and monitored my heartrate and the baby's - both high from the fever. Then we waited...and waited...and waited...for the nurse to come in and say that the on-call doctor wanted me to go home and take some Tylenol. Well that was a fruitful trip to the hospital! I started crying at that point, because even though I didn't actually want to have the baby, I didn't know how many more hours of aches and chills and contractions I could take now that I knew the contractions weren't even getting me anywhere! And Tylenol had only been denting the fever and pain up to that point.
I consider it nothing short of miraculous that about half an hour after we got home, the Tylenol kicked in and was working better than it had at any point in the last 30ish hours that I'd been fluish. I was able to get some rest and find a way to sit that caused the fewest contractions, and they've been getting fewer and farther between in the 24 hours since then. I know my mom and mother-in-law were praying for me and had enlisted the help of many others to do the same. And thank heavens (literally!) it worked. I'm still tired and sluggish, but I can tell this bug is on its way out - and I've rarely felt more grateful.
Thanks to all for your prayers, help watching Truman, and reading this epic post.
In a nutshell, we went to the hospital worried that we were going to have our baby four weeks early (and, in my case, panicked that he still has no name...). Thankfully, I am still pregnant.
Why would a woman who has already been through labor make the mistake of driving 20 minutes to the hospital only to be sent home an hour later? I seriously considered not going in, but I was having painful but irregular contractions all night on Wednesday night, and by Thursday mid-morning they were three to five minutes apart and making me moan. I've had the flu since the wee hours of Wednesday morning, and apparently my body's reaction to the fever, chills and body aches was to cause contractions - contractions that were worsened by my already-always-sore pelvis bones turning mega-sore from the achiness of the flu. I told Matt on the way to the hospital that I didn't want the baby to be four weeks early (especially because my doctor told me that if I was exhibiting flu symptoms when I delivered, I would be quarantined from my baby), but if it would make the pain stop, I would have him that day and any way they wanted. I don't know that I have ever been sicker in my life.
I calmed down a lot and the contractions slowed once we got to the hospital, probably because I felt like we were doing something and at least I didn't have to wonder anymore if the flu was inducing labor. They took my temperature (not quite 101) and monitored my heartrate and the baby's - both high from the fever. Then we waited...and waited...and waited...for the nurse to come in and say that the on-call doctor wanted me to go home and take some Tylenol. Well that was a fruitful trip to the hospital! I started crying at that point, because even though I didn't actually want to have the baby, I didn't know how many more hours of aches and chills and contractions I could take now that I knew the contractions weren't even getting me anywhere! And Tylenol had only been denting the fever and pain up to that point.
I consider it nothing short of miraculous that about half an hour after we got home, the Tylenol kicked in and was working better than it had at any point in the last 30ish hours that I'd been fluish. I was able to get some rest and find a way to sit that caused the fewest contractions, and they've been getting fewer and farther between in the 24 hours since then. I know my mom and mother-in-law were praying for me and had enlisted the help of many others to do the same. And thank heavens (literally!) it worked. I'm still tired and sluggish, but I can tell this bug is on its way out - and I've rarely felt more grateful.
Thanks to all for your prayers, help watching Truman, and reading this epic post.
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