Jun 4 2007

Navel Gazing

So one of the odder factoids of pregnancy is that, apparently, I can expect my bellybutton to pop from an innie to an outie over the course of my stomach’s expansion.  I’ve started sneaking peeks at my belly every so often to see if I can detect any signs of this happening.

Sam and I went down to Arkansas over the weekend for my sister’s wedding (which was lovely), and the other night we were all sitting around in the living room watching TV, when I idly pushed down the waistband of my skirt to check out my navel.  And lo!  It hasn’t popped out, but it is showing definite signs of change — a flattening, if you will.  “Omigod!” I squealed.

Well, it turns out that nothing draws a crowd faster than a pregnant woman clutching her stomach and crying “oh my god!”  In about half a second I had six people crowded around my chair staring down at me, and I had to sheepishly explain that I was just studying minute changes in my bellybutton, and it wasn’t really all that exciting.

And that’s my story.


May 23 2007

I Passed a Test

And I didn’t even study! But I did have to spend three hours in a lab, and get my veins poked four separate times over the duration, in order to learn that I don’t have gestational diabetes. I am, on the other hand, slightly anemic, so I’m going to have to add an iron pill to my daily regimen of vitamins.

I saw a new doctor today, and this one was pretty disapproving of my weight. I’ve gained 17 pounds total, four of it since my last visit a month ago, which she seemed to think was not good. The baby books say that average weight gain by this point in pregnancy is 19 to 25 pounds, putting me about five pounds under the average, but as the doctor sniffed, “That’s assuming you start at 120.” She grilled me about my eating habits and seemed surprised to hear that I don’t drink soda or scarf down Cheetohs all day. I told her what I’d eaten for the past few days (yesterday: 2 eggs and 2 slices of whole wheat toast w/ butter for breakfast; a bowl of soup for lunch; some sliced cucumbers and feta cheese as an afternoon snack; baked penne with cheese, egg, ham & peas for dinner — the penne was a special kind of pasta made from brown rice flour, since I was worried about the diabetes test and trying to avoid simple carbs). She allowed as how that all sounded fine.

I asked her if she had any advice and she did not, other than to watch my portion sizes. I’m inclined to shrug off her disapproval since a) she’s an older woman, and I know that the standard medical advice used to tell women that they should only gain 20 pounds total during pregnancy (advice that’s since been discredited); and b) the other doctors all told me my weight gain was fine. Plus, now is not the time for me to stress about body image crap; I’m not going to put my baby on a diet. I can worry about regaining my girlish figure after the kid is born.

The last thing I got from this doctor’s visit is a note certifying that I am safe to travel to my sister’s wedding — which is in just a bit more than a week! Woo hoo! Time to buy a fancy hat!


May 13 2007

Happy Mother’s Day

Though you can’t really see her, this is me with my mom when I was little.  She’s doing what moms do—letting me get my feet wet, and holding my hand so I didn’t fall.

I love you, Mom, and I only hope I can be, for my children, the same kind of guide and guardian in this beautiful world as you were for me.


May 7 2007

Barefoot and Pregnant

picture of me

Today marks the start of the third trimester! I feel accomplished.

Also, the baby’s Pappy, Nonna, and Auntie Sara sent us a big box full of fabulous things, including a wooden car and a piggybank that were Sam’s when he was a kid (cuuuute!), as well as these excellent little outfits:

baby clothes

It’s amazing to think that one day soon there will be a little boy filling out those clothes…


Apr 23 2007

She’s a Girl He’s a Boy!

Today’s ultrasound revealed, plain as day, that my little “girl” has a wee wee. Looks like Rosaura is a Robert after all. I got a whole strip of totally awesome 3D pictures from the ultrasound (you could see his little nose!), but they blew out of my grocery bag on the way home. I’m really really bummed about that, probably way more bummed than such a minor tragedy deserves.

The cyst hasn’t shrunk but it hasn’t gotten any bigger, either. On the other hand the ultrasound tech, looking at my placenta, said doubtfully “They told you it was low lying? This is a partial previa.” That is actually worse, meaning the placenta is about half covering the cervix. I’m going to have to wait until I talk to my doctor to get the full details, but from what I understand the most likely course of action will still be a “wait and see” approach. The ultrasound tech (who was extremely nice) told me that the doctor would almost certainly have me schedule yet another follow up ultrasound to check on the placenta position at 32 weeks.

In the meantime, you will have to take my word for it that the baby is looking extremely cute, even though I am a little disappointed that I won’t be buying all those lacy pink rosette-covered baby things after all.


Apr 19 2007

Day of Many Updates

So it turns out that Homestyle Midwifery has a waiting list, and in addition to that, they are actually leaving St. Luke’s Hospital and spinning off into a private practice. They’re sending me more information, but I’m afraid it may mean they’ll no longer offer the services I was most interested in (i.e. the combination of anesthesia & on-site neonatal care with the option of water birthing). We’re on the waiting list regardless, but things no longer look as promising on that front.

In addition, the doctor phoned me back this afternoon, saying he’d found the report from the ultrasound I had done a month ago, and he has “a couple of concerns”. The baby looks fine, but apparently I have a low-lying placenta and a fairly large ovarian cyst. He wants to do another ultrasound ASAP to see whether either of those issues seems to be resolving itself. He mentioned that in ninety percent of cases, an anterior low-lying placenta will move itself to a better position without any intervention, and similarly the cyst may just go away, so neither issue is a major freak-out thing. I am freaking out to a minor degree. Sam is not freaking out at all.

They’re sending me the ultrasound requisition form in the mail, and I’ll have to call the hospital to schedule an appointment sometime after that, so I may not have any updates on this front for a week or so.

My parents should skip the next paragraph as it has to do with S-E-X, and I’m not sure you’re old enough to be hearing about these things.

The doctor told me three times to refrain from “vigorous intercourse”. I didn’t ask him what the difference between vigorous and sedate intercourse is, but of course now I’m wondering. Don’t be getting into any fancy slings? No cowgirl style? What does that even mean?

UPDATED TO ADD: So I’ve done some quick Internet research, and I’m no longer worried at all about the low-lying placenta. Apparently it’s plenty common in the second trimester, and almost always it’s no longer an issue by the time the baby’s actually born. I haven’t had any bleeding or any other indication that it might be a real problem.

The cyst will only be trouble if it ruptures. The doctor specifically told me that the cyst was fluid-filled, with thin walls; at the time that meant nothing to me so I didn’t include it in the post. However some Internet reading on ovarian cysts quickly revealed to me why he’d been so specific about that — it means my cyst is not cancerous. I didn’t even know I should be worrying about that, so I don’t really get to feel relieved, but hey, it’s good news anyway I guess.

If the thing ruptures it really would be bad (that’s apparently very painful, and can trigger preterm labor) but I found plenty of stories online from women who had cysts all through their pregnancies and were fine. It’s odd, but one thing that actually makes me feel better is that I tripped and fell flat on my face on my way home from getting that ultrasound last month. And if that didn’t make the cyst rupture, then probably it’s not gonna rupture! This is my thinking, anyway.

And, who knows, it may have already been reabsorbed into my body by now. But even if it’s gotten bigger, fed by the pregnancy super-growth hormones, there’s no reason I can’t have a normal pregnancy and delivery. I read a post from one woman who had a cyst the size of a grapefruit by the time she gave birth, and it didn’t cause her any complications. They just took it out afterwards with a relatively minor surgical procedure. Apparently if you get a c-section they can even grab the cyst at the same time.


Apr 19 2007

Oh Wow

At my prenatal yoga class this week I was complaining about not being able to do water birth in a hospital setting, and one of the other moms suggested I check out Homestyle Midwifery, a midwives’ practice that operates in conjunction with a local hospital. It looks perfect. You go to the hospital, so you have access to anesthesia, and all the doctors and the neonatal unit are right there in case of complications, but they create a “birthing center” type environment for your labor, complete with an Aqua Doula tub.

I’m super excited about this group! We’ll go to their next open house, and if they turn out to be as great as they look, I’ll transfer over to them as quick as possible. This looks like exactly what I was hoping for from a birth environment!


Apr 19 2007

Back from the Doctor

Sam and I had an entirely uneventful doctor’s visit this morning.  Blood pressure, weight gain, tummy size all normal.  I got forms for the gestational diabetes test, which I should take sometime in early May.

I asked the doctor about The Crazy, mentioning that I’d read mood swings are supposed to come in the first trimester, and he shook his head, saying firmly “It’s common throughout pregnancy.  And after.”  I think he also shot a sympathetic glance at Sam, but I may be imagining that part.  Nothing for it but good diet and exercise, he says.  Regarding which, I’m now going to a prenatal yoga class on Tuesday mornings.  I like the cat and cow stretches, but my squatting crow pose is gonna need a lot of work.


Apr 18 2007

Still Life #2

Not baby related, but it continues the flower series.


Apr 18 2007

Here Comes the Crazy

So the pregnancy books say that mood swings are common in the first trimester, but usually level off in the second. I didn’t have any trouble with The Crazy in the first few months, but in the last week it has been coming thick and fast.

The latest issue of Harper’s magazine made me cry for hours. Similarly a dream I had the other night, where Sam fell from the top of a skyscraper. (It was, like, the future? And we were sunbathing on some kind of floating air mattress? And talking about what we wanted for dinner, but then we docked the mattress, and I got off onto the roof, and I held out a hand to help Sam onto the roof, but I wasn’t really close enough and, reaching for me, he plummeted to his death. Oh my god, I’m crying again just thinking about it.)

The other night Sam came home and mentioned that there was “a cute French girl” moving into our apartment building. My crazy brain heard: “You are an ugly whale, and not French.” More tears.

Today I was cleaning the house and ended in a blind rage, striking the medicine cabinet again and again with the handle of my hairbrush, because some stuff fell on me when I opened it. Also, more crying.

I know this is hormonal, and that helps: there’s a reason for it, and it’s not really my fault, and it’s not grounded in anything that’s actually wrong with my life. And it will pass. As long as I can hold on to that understanding, I think I’ll be fine. The problem with being crazy is when you forget that you’re crazy.

Note to Future Shannon: Honey, you crazy. Go make Sam give you a hug.