So July 22 has come and gone. After so many weeks of the doctors telling us that Baby Wogs is measuring FIVE weeks ahead of schedule and that we could have a baby as early as July 1, they were wrong. July 1 came and went. July 11 came and went. July 22 has now come and gone, too. Last Friday, when I was 39 ½ weeks pregnant, the doctor gave me the less- than- pleasant news that I was only 50 % effaced and not yet dilated.
We had another appointment on our due date, which was only five days after my previous appointment, and we found out that Baby Wogs has been stirring things up! I was 80 % effaced and had dilated to 2 cm. This is definite progress! We did make another appointment for next Tuesday, July 29, but Dr. Casper didn’t think that he would be seeing us in the doctor’s office. He was feeling pretty confident that Baby Wogs would be here by that point…let’s hope so!
Now that the day is certainly upon us in the next week, I have taken the final steps in getting ready.. My bags are packed. Baby Wogs’ bags are packed. My birth plan and hospital papers are packed. Matt’s snacks are packed. Everything is loaded in the trunk ready to go…except for Matt’s bag. Guess who still has yet to begin packing for the hospital!! The mom in me must be coming out already as I went ahead and packed a few of the essentials in my bag without Matt knowing. If Baby comes today, Matt will at least have clean t-shirts and shorts, a toothbrush and deodorant at the hospital! Everything else he can probably do without for a little while. My good friend Angie had similar experiences with her hubby before their son was born, so I am attributing this to “being a guy.”
Some days, it still hasn’t sunk in that I am going to be a mother and I will be bringing home a child within the next week. While I have carried him for the past nine plus months, reality still hasn’t caught up with me. Just like when I found out I was pregnant, it didn’t seem real to me for a while. If I were not feeling like a blimp right now and having little elbows and knees protrude from my stomach every once in a while, it still wouldn’t seem real to me that I am pregnant. I am sure it will all seem real enough once we get home and are faced with the question of “What do we do now!?” Friends and family can be prepared for some phone calls from us asking “What do we do!?”
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
No Baby News..but new pictures instead
While I just updated the blog yesterday, we had an appointment today, so I thought I'd update it again. Unfortunately, there is no baby news to report! Baby Wogs hasn't made any progress as far as effacement or dialation since last week!! I guess our little Mustard Seed is just too comfortable chilling in the Mommy Suite. I can't say that I'd blame him. Life must be pretty good, although getting rather cramped right now. He has a constant hot tub to relax in, plenty of soft cushioning to take naps on and daily massages from Mommy, Daddy and Big Brother Clyde. However, if he decides to extend his stay too much longer in the Mommy Suite, he may get an eviction notice! I would much rather cradle our little one in my arms and not just my womb!We also drove our new car home tonight. Here are some photo updates we have been falling behind on... You will see our new Impala and the nursery before and after pictures. The cutest picture has to be Matt with his two favorite nephews (Lucas is the baby and Sawyer is the older one) and his sister Kari. I guess Matt and Sawyer are teaching Lucas early to be a Star Wars fan!
And this would be Clyde, showing that he is ready to be a big brother. After hours of not being able to find the cat, I finally thought to search the nursery. Sure enough, hidden behind the bedskirt, underneath the crib, in the tuck under drawer where the clean baby blankets are tucked away...so was Clyde.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
38 weeks and counting!
Yesterday marked week 38 for us…. Still no sign of Baby Wogs… Every night when I go to bed, I think to myself “Could this be the night I have to wake Matt up to go to the hospital?”
Every morning, I wake up disappointed that nothing happened through the night. If I can’t sleep, I might as well be doing something productive, like having a baby or something!
This whole sleep thing is now a thing of the past. I used to be the one who could sleep for 8 - 10 hours at a time and not even see Saturday morning, if I didn’t want to. Those days are long gone. If you have never had the joy of being pregnant, especially pregnant in the summer, it is hard to understand how miserable it can be trying to sleep. First of all, it is hot! The fan has to be on full speed, the air conditioner has to be turned down to 71 at the max and I can have no more than a sheet touching me. I had given Matt a “Chillow” last year to keep him cool, but I have since borrowed it every night for myself. It is a pillow made for those going through menopause or chemo treatments, who experience night sweats. It is supposed to pull the body heat from your head and keep you cool all night. It is designed to always stay cold. When I use it, I wake up and the pillow is hot… that is not normal!
Next, it is impossible to get comfortable and stay comfortable. For those who have never experienced being pregnant, imagine an average size bowling ball (8 pounds) attached to your belly. Now try imagining sleeping like that! I have to have a pillow between my knees, a pillow under my belly and a pillow under my head. Pregnant women are told to sleep on their left side to prevent cutting off circulation that is caused by sleeping on your back. I can only take so much on my left side before having to flip to my right side..which also requires the moving of all of the pillows, too. Just when I get comfortable and fall asleep, Baby Wogs decides to move himself on top of my bladder, causing me to have to roll out of bed. Even this is a chore, because I have to use my headboard to get a rolling start to get off of my bed! I am lucky to now sleep more than an hour at a time. Ah the joys of being pregnant. Truth be told, I wouldn’t trade it for all of the sleep in the world.
New this week in the World of Wogsland is the purchase of a new car! After what seemed like decades of car searching, we made our deal last night. We are the proud new owners of a 2007 Chevrolet Impala. We went around in circles test driving 2007’s vs. 2008’s, Impalas vs. Malibus and finally decided on this one. A word to share with those looking to buy a new car… never try car shopping with someone who is over 9 months pregnant. I tried to be a good sport, but I know towards the end, Matt was probably wishing that he did the whole process on his own. We did have a great salesman who was patient enough to meet with us three times, didn’t harass us with annoying phone calls and showed his human side. For that, he got our business and our sincere appreciation for putting up with my preggo, indecisive self!
Every morning, I wake up disappointed that nothing happened through the night. If I can’t sleep, I might as well be doing something productive, like having a baby or something!
This whole sleep thing is now a thing of the past. I used to be the one who could sleep for 8 - 10 hours at a time and not even see Saturday morning, if I didn’t want to. Those days are long gone. If you have never had the joy of being pregnant, especially pregnant in the summer, it is hard to understand how miserable it can be trying to sleep. First of all, it is hot! The fan has to be on full speed, the air conditioner has to be turned down to 71 at the max and I can have no more than a sheet touching me. I had given Matt a “Chillow” last year to keep him cool, but I have since borrowed it every night for myself. It is a pillow made for those going through menopause or chemo treatments, who experience night sweats. It is supposed to pull the body heat from your head and keep you cool all night. It is designed to always stay cold. When I use it, I wake up and the pillow is hot… that is not normal!
Next, it is impossible to get comfortable and stay comfortable. For those who have never experienced being pregnant, imagine an average size bowling ball (8 pounds) attached to your belly. Now try imagining sleeping like that! I have to have a pillow between my knees, a pillow under my belly and a pillow under my head. Pregnant women are told to sleep on their left side to prevent cutting off circulation that is caused by sleeping on your back. I can only take so much on my left side before having to flip to my right side..which also requires the moving of all of the pillows, too. Just when I get comfortable and fall asleep, Baby Wogs decides to move himself on top of my bladder, causing me to have to roll out of bed. Even this is a chore, because I have to use my headboard to get a rolling start to get off of my bed! I am lucky to now sleep more than an hour at a time. Ah the joys of being pregnant. Truth be told, I wouldn’t trade it for all of the sleep in the world.
New this week in the World of Wogsland is the purchase of a new car! After what seemed like decades of car searching, we made our deal last night. We are the proud new owners of a 2007 Chevrolet Impala. We went around in circles test driving 2007’s vs. 2008’s, Impalas vs. Malibus and finally decided on this one. A word to share with those looking to buy a new car… never try car shopping with someone who is over 9 months pregnant. I tried to be a good sport, but I know towards the end, Matt was probably wishing that he did the whole process on his own. We did have a great salesman who was patient enough to meet with us three times, didn’t harass us with annoying phone calls and showed his human side. For that, he got our business and our sincere appreciation for putting up with my preggo, indecisive self!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Full Term!
Baby Wogs has officially reached full term!! As of yesterday, July 1, Baby Wogs is 37 weeks along. We had our weekly appointment today to get the latest update as to where we go from here. Last week at our appointment, when we were 36 weeks, Baby measured at 41 weeks according to fundal measurement (measurement of the belly itself.) Our doctor became concerned about the size of Baby and therefore scheduled another ultrasound for today. His comment regarding scheduling the ultrasound was that we would need to "discuss our options." Upon further prodding as to what that meant, he said he wanted to make sure he didn't need to schedule a C-Section. Their practice does not induce before 40 weeks, so our only options going into today's appointment was to decide if Baby Wogs was going to be able start the labor process naturally or they were going to schedule a C-Section. Needless to say, I have gotten little to no sleep the last few nights. I have been fearing the news they would tell us today.
Today, Matt and I went to the appointment, got to see our little mustard seed via ultrasound again, and were told that Baby is measuring in the 85th percentile...that is one big baby! More specifically, Baby Wogs is weighing in at 7 pounds, 13 ounces, as of today. We were also told that Baby has an above average head, but is no larger in proportion than the rest of the body.
The wait to see the doctor seemed like forever, when it really only took about 10 minutes. Doctor H. made the decision that while Baby Wogs is measuring big, it is not so big that he feels a C-Section is in order!! Thank God!! While I am not yet dialated, I am 50 percent effaced, so that is a good sign. Baby Wogs can now come at any point! Whoo Hoo!!
Today, Matt and I went to the appointment, got to see our little mustard seed via ultrasound again, and were told that Baby is measuring in the 85th percentile...that is one big baby! More specifically, Baby Wogs is weighing in at 7 pounds, 13 ounces, as of today. We were also told that Baby has an above average head, but is no larger in proportion than the rest of the body.
The wait to see the doctor seemed like forever, when it really only took about 10 minutes. Doctor H. made the decision that while Baby Wogs is measuring big, it is not so big that he feels a C-Section is in order!! Thank God!! While I am not yet dialated, I am 50 percent effaced, so that is a good sign. Baby Wogs can now come at any point! Whoo Hoo!!
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