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!!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Daddy Diaper Duty
Baby Wogs due date is a little more than a month away and I think we’re almost as ready as we can be. Life is certainly going to change for Tiffany and I. One change I am not looking forward to is changing diapers. A few years ago a video was circulating the internet of dads with diaper duty and they were wearing gloves, goggles, and breathing masks and they were gagging and getting sick to their stomach.
Don’t get me wrong, I certainly won’t make Tiffany change all the diapers, I will do my share of diaper duty because we both had a part in creating this baby. Actually, if you think about it, Tiffany has been raising this baby for 36 weeks already, so I owe her big time. Tiffany won’t allow me to pull that anyway so it’s not even a viable option.
Obviously I am going to have to get use to the smell of poop unless I can potty train Baby Wogs from the start. Maybe they make a product that will suppress my horrible gag reflex (which I inherited from my mom). I don’t buy the argument that the poop of breast fed babies smells better than formula fed babies. Who in their rightful minds would choose to smell poop anyway? For me it’s the whole package…the thought, look, and smell that gets me. It’s a good thing I never got a job emptying portable toilets because I wouldn’t have lasted 5 minutes.
Don’t get me wrong, I certainly won’t make Tiffany change all the diapers, I will do my share of diaper duty because we both had a part in creating this baby. Actually, if you think about it, Tiffany has been raising this baby for 36 weeks already, so I owe her big time. Tiffany won’t allow me to pull that anyway so it’s not even a viable option.
Obviously I am going to have to get use to the smell of poop unless I can potty train Baby Wogs from the start. Maybe they make a product that will suppress my horrible gag reflex (which I inherited from my mom). I don’t buy the argument that the poop of breast fed babies smells better than formula fed babies. Who in their rightful minds would choose to smell poop anyway? For me it’s the whole package…the thought, look, and smell that gets me. It’s a good thing I never got a job emptying portable toilets because I wouldn’t have lasted 5 minutes.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Daddy writes again!
Baby is going to arrive before we know and we’ve been busy preparing.
In April we embarked on a basement remodeling project that took about a month or so. We needed to empty our spare bedroom because that is the nursery. So In April we embarked on a basement remodeling project that took about a month to complete. We put up new 2x4 walls, updated fixtures, and installed drywall. Tiff’s brother Lance visited us for about a week and deserves a lot of the credit for helping us move forward with the remodel. There are still a few things to do in the basement (closet doors, trim work, etc) but we have since been able to move our office and guest bed downstairs and we’re very pleased with the results.
Our friends Jay and Jami also came over a week ago to help us set up baby’s crib. We’ve been able to get the crib, dresser, changing table, blinds and curtains in the room so far. We still have to organize things and figure out exactly where everything should go but we’ve made quite a bit of progress in a week and Tiffany is happy that it is starting to look like a nursery. I know she was starting to get nervous that baby was going to have to sleep in a dresser drawer.
I can hardly contain my excitement to meet Baby Wogs. I am a little nervous about taking care of baby but I’ll figure it out. I have a great wife and good family and friends that will set me straight if I’m doing something wrong. We have an upcoming baby class that should provide some great advice.
That’s all for now
In April we embarked on a basement remodeling project that took about a month or so. We needed to empty our spare bedroom because that is the nursery. So In April we embarked on a basement remodeling project that took about a month to complete. We put up new 2x4 walls, updated fixtures, and installed drywall. Tiff’s brother Lance visited us for about a week and deserves a lot of the credit for helping us move forward with the remodel. There are still a few things to do in the basement (closet doors, trim work, etc) but we have since been able to move our office and guest bed downstairs and we’re very pleased with the results.
Our friends Jay and Jami also came over a week ago to help us set up baby’s crib. We’ve been able to get the crib, dresser, changing table, blinds and curtains in the room so far. We still have to organize things and figure out exactly where everything should go but we’ve made quite a bit of progress in a week and Tiffany is happy that it is starting to look like a nursery. I know she was starting to get nervous that baby was going to have to sleep in a dresser drawer.
I can hardly contain my excitement to meet Baby Wogs. I am a little nervous about taking care of baby but I’ll figure it out. I have a great wife and good family and friends that will set me straight if I’m doing something wrong. We have an upcoming baby class that should provide some great advice.
That’s all for now
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
34 weeks!
Wow..It has been a long time since we last updated the blog. So much has happened in so little time. I had my first baby shower in Harvard over Memorial Day weekend and was overwhelmed with the kindness and generosity of so many family and friends. We returned home, wishing that our basement has magically finished itself while we were gone... it had not. Matt promises to write soon with more basement updates....
Our nursery is truly starting to look like a nursery. The walls have been red since we painted our office a few years ago, and we really didn’t want to paint over it. One window now has blinds on it as well as a valance. The other window will be shaded and valanced by this weekend. I'm just hoping we get it all finished before Baby gets here!!!
Baby Wogs is continuing to grow, as have I. Most of my growing seems to have been in my feet and hands. Any time I travel more than an hour at a time, even with taking breaks every so often, my shoes don’t fit! We had hoped to do a little more traveling to meet new babies that we haven’t met yet, but after last weekend, we have had to call off all traveling for me until after Baby Wogs is here. Sadly today, my wedding ring also no longer fits. I have a Hawaiian ring that Matt bought me last September which still fits me, so that has become my new wedding ring until after Baby is here.
We are officially three weeks away from Baby Wogs being full term, so the end is in sight! I think Matt and I are both starting to feel a little anxious, but in a good way. His comment this morning was that he is getting goose bumps thinking about how close we now are! Thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers that we know are coming our way!
Our nursery is truly starting to look like a nursery. The walls have been red since we painted our office a few years ago, and we really didn’t want to paint over it. One window now has blinds on it as well as a valance. The other window will be shaded and valanced by this weekend. I'm just hoping we get it all finished before Baby gets here!!!
Baby Wogs is continuing to grow, as have I. Most of my growing seems to have been in my feet and hands. Any time I travel more than an hour at a time, even with taking breaks every so often, my shoes don’t fit! We had hoped to do a little more traveling to meet new babies that we haven’t met yet, but after last weekend, we have had to call off all traveling for me until after Baby Wogs is here. Sadly today, my wedding ring also no longer fits. I have a Hawaiian ring that Matt bought me last September which still fits me, so that has become my new wedding ring until after Baby is here.
We are officially three weeks away from Baby Wogs being full term, so the end is in sight! I think Matt and I are both starting to feel a little anxious, but in a good way. His comment this morning was that he is getting goose bumps thinking about how close we now are! Thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers that we know are coming our way!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
new pictures!
Matt and I got to see our little "mustard seed" again today during a growth scan. At my last two appointments, I have measured ahead of schedule, so they wanted to rule out any concerns. What a great ultrasound it was!! Baby Wogs completely cooperated during the scan, so we got some great pictures :) Here is Baby Wogs' 31 weeks and 1 day pictures... Maybe I am biased, but I think this is going to be one cute kid!
If you are trying to figure out what the lump is near Baby's left ear, we have learned that Baby Wogs' likes to sleep like Mommy..with my left arm underneath my head! Isn't it amazing what technology can do these days!?
In case you are wondering, Baby Wogs weighs 4 pounds and 9 ounces as of today. I truly may have a "small elephant" as we keep on joking. The sonographer saw no concerns with the amount of amniotic fluid present, so she just attributes my "measuring big" to having a baby who may have hit a growth spurt a little early. We can't wait to hold our little bundle of joy.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
It's a....
As of today, May 16, we have decided that it is ok to share what the gender of Baby Wogs is. We have tried keeping it a secret, but it has leaked out!!! Some have mentioned that they would still like the gender to be kept a secret, and so for your sake, we will not share the answer on our blog. However, if you would like to know if Baby Wogs will be a Polly Wogs or a Junior Wogs, we are willing to share. (And of course, Polly and Junior are not the names!!) If the anticipation is driving you crazy, give us a call..we will fill you in. Don't bother asking the name though, because that is one secret we can and will keep until Baby Wogs enters the world!
Friday, May 15, 2009
glucose test
For those of you who have never had to experience the "glucose test," consider yourself lucky. For those of you who have never had to experience the 3 hour glucose test, consider yourself extremely lucky! At my 28 week appointment, I had to endure the routine one hour glucose test to check for gestational diabetes. You have to drink this incredibly sweet drink and then have to have your blood drawn an hour later to check your blood sugar level. If your numbers are below 140, you are totally in the clear. My nurse told me to not expect a phone call from them...in case I didn't pass. That afternoon my phone rang. It wasn't the nurse. It was the lab. The lab lost my blood.
Two days later, on a Saturday morning, I had to get up before 8:00 to head to the hospital to get my blood drawn again. The lady who did my test was in training, so every step of my test was explained out to her. I was fine with a new person being trained, until the trainer told the trainee to just "eye ball" the amount of glucose drink they gave me. Once again, I had to sit in the waiting area for an hour until my blood was ready to be drawn. On Monday afternoon, the phone rang. It was my nurse this time. My level was 148. I didn't pass. I had to plan for the three hour test.
Later that week, I endured what were perhaps the worst four hours of this pregnancy. I think I would rather have 4 hours of my morning sickness back instead of being so bored. To start things off, I had to fast before this test. So, after 8:00 PM the night before, I couldn't have anything that would throw off my test. This is not easy for a preggo to follow! I showed up at 8:00 but due to a slow computer, they couldn't see me until 8:30. Finally, they found me in the system, but realized they hadn't done my baseline draw they were supposed to do immediately upon my arrival. So, vial number one got drawn. After waiting 30 minutes just for that, I was lucky enough to finally get my perfectly measured, double the sweetness, double the amount, bottle of glucose. And the wait began. One hour went by and it wasn't too bad. I read the newspaper and had small talk with some of the other patients sitting in the lab waiting area. (Once again, I couldn't leave the waiting area...with no TV, by the way.... so they could monitor me in case I got sick) 10:00 AM: Blood Vial number 2 got drawn and I returned to the waiting room. I was starting to get antsy now. I was thankful that I had brought my own magazines to read. I read all the way through my Taste of Home magazine and half way through my Rachel Ray magazine. I had to move to the other waiting room because boredom was over taking me. 11:00 Blood Vial number three got drawn. The nurse commented that my arm was going to have a mark after I got done. Perhaps if the lab wouldn't have lost my blood the first time, I wouldn't have had to be stuck five times in the same arm, within a week. I returned again to the lab waiting area, extremely hungry and very antsy. By now, I was able to direct patients who looked lost to the place where they could pick up their number for the lab, how to find the internal medicine clinic instead of the lab and how to get to the cafeteria. I was not enjoying my seemingly permanent new home. That last hour took forever to pass. Finally, 12:00 rolled around and my poor arm endured one more needle stick. I truly felt like a user at that point since my arm was pretty beat up.
Later that day, the phone rang...it was my nurse... I passed my test. I didn't have gestational diabetes and my numbers were considerably lower than my original one hour glucose test. It makes me wonder just how much glucose I got in the first place when it was just "eye-balled." Maybe this was just a foretaste of motherhood: hurry up, wait, worry, wait, shed a little blood, wait and then celebrate small successes. Baby Wogs is worth it all.
Two days later, on a Saturday morning, I had to get up before 8:00 to head to the hospital to get my blood drawn again. The lady who did my test was in training, so every step of my test was explained out to her. I was fine with a new person being trained, until the trainer told the trainee to just "eye ball" the amount of glucose drink they gave me. Once again, I had to sit in the waiting area for an hour until my blood was ready to be drawn. On Monday afternoon, the phone rang. It was my nurse this time. My level was 148. I didn't pass. I had to plan for the three hour test.
Later that week, I endured what were perhaps the worst four hours of this pregnancy. I think I would rather have 4 hours of my morning sickness back instead of being so bored. To start things off, I had to fast before this test. So, after 8:00 PM the night before, I couldn't have anything that would throw off my test. This is not easy for a preggo to follow! I showed up at 8:00 but due to a slow computer, they couldn't see me until 8:30. Finally, they found me in the system, but realized they hadn't done my baseline draw they were supposed to do immediately upon my arrival. So, vial number one got drawn. After waiting 30 minutes just for that, I was lucky enough to finally get my perfectly measured, double the sweetness, double the amount, bottle of glucose. And the wait began. One hour went by and it wasn't too bad. I read the newspaper and had small talk with some of the other patients sitting in the lab waiting area. (Once again, I couldn't leave the waiting area...with no TV, by the way.... so they could monitor me in case I got sick) 10:00 AM: Blood Vial number 2 got drawn and I returned to the waiting room. I was starting to get antsy now. I was thankful that I had brought my own magazines to read. I read all the way through my Taste of Home magazine and half way through my Rachel Ray magazine. I had to move to the other waiting room because boredom was over taking me. 11:00 Blood Vial number three got drawn. The nurse commented that my arm was going to have a mark after I got done. Perhaps if the lab wouldn't have lost my blood the first time, I wouldn't have had to be stuck five times in the same arm, within a week. I returned again to the lab waiting area, extremely hungry and very antsy. By now, I was able to direct patients who looked lost to the place where they could pick up their number for the lab, how to find the internal medicine clinic instead of the lab and how to get to the cafeteria. I was not enjoying my seemingly permanent new home. That last hour took forever to pass. Finally, 12:00 rolled around and my poor arm endured one more needle stick. I truly felt like a user at that point since my arm was pretty beat up.
Later that day, the phone rang...it was my nurse... I passed my test. I didn't have gestational diabetes and my numbers were considerably lower than my original one hour glucose test. It makes me wonder just how much glucose I got in the first place when it was just "eye-balled." Maybe this was just a foretaste of motherhood: hurry up, wait, worry, wait, shed a little blood, wait and then celebrate small successes. Baby Wogs is worth it all.
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