There are six more weeks until my due date. Six more weeks until I get to meet the little man that I’ve been dreaming about all of these years. I’m completely overwhelmed with joy and excitement. Pregnancy is getting harder and my emotions are running high. This week brought a lot of mixed emotions, some happy times mixed with some major meltdowns.
I started my Physical Therapy on Monday. I’ve never been to PT before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. The first session was rather long. I walked in and was directed to a room with a table (much like a doctor’s office). I sat down and talked to the physical therapist about my pelvic issues and she ran a few tests. After that, she had me on the bike for a warm up and did some table exercises with me and some stretching. After the first session, I was rather sore. The next morning I went back for my second day of training. She worked me a little harder this time and added in some resistance training, Pilates and squats. This session lasted an hour. The idea of getting up at 5:30 to “work out” makes me cringe, but if it will strengthen my pelvis, create some relief, and help with delivery of the baby, I’m willing to stick with it. I have to do different pelvic exercises throughout the day on my own, 5 times during the day, 7 days a week. I also cannot cross my ankles or legs, which is killing me.
Monday and Tuesday were a little rough for me. I was very irritable and quite irrational. The week started with getting dinner from Long John Silver’s. I wanted the chicken strips with the coleslaw. Once I noticed that they didn’t include the coleslaw I instantly lost control of myself and got up and threw my entire meal on the floor. I don’t mean dropped…I mean threw! Something just came over me and it made me so upset that I was making stupid decisions and acting out like a complete lunatic. Glen’s jaw dropped to the ground and he couldn’t say anything expect for “calm down”. I finally talked to the manager about getting a new meal. The manager made me a fresh meal and gave me the largest tub of coleslaw ever. I wasn’t even hungry after my breakdown, but I felt compelled to eat my huge tub of victory slaw anyway. Tuesday evening we planned to make BLT’s at home. It was getting late and I was again hungry and irritable. I made up my sandwich with bacon, lettuce, tomato and mayo. I ran to the bathroom quickly before dinner and when I came back down Glen informed me that the mayo was over a month past its expiration date. I instantly got pouty and threw my entire sandwich in the garbage. I went upstairs and snacked on my secret stash of gummi candy and went to bed. This is all funny to me now, because I know that I was completely out of line and creating ridiculous drama over nothing. I know that I’ll look back on this post a few months from now and I will be reminded that I was “that girl” who let her hormones get the best of her. I’ll probably just laugh and shake my head over my actions.
Wednesday was a typical day at work. I came in rather tired from the physical therapy the two days before, and focused on some work related tasks. I was so busy that I hardly noticed that I was ten minutes late for an HR meeting. My supervisor stopped by and told me to come over to the meeting and to my complete surprise, it was a surprise baby shower! The shower consisted of a huge lunch that included tacos, Mexican rice, fruit and dessert. Some co-workers of mine got the baby a bathtub, some clothes and a homemade blanket. They also presented me with a very generous gift card to Babies R Us. I later went shopping that evening and picked up a few “must have” items for the baby such as diaper rash cream, newborn diapers for his first two weeks, a thermometer and a mattress pad. We also used a 20% off coupon with the remaining balance of our gift card to purchase the baby’s Jumparoo. Again, I was completely taken by surprise and after the week I had, it felt really nice to be “showered”.
Wednesday afternoon I went in for my growth ultrasound. At my last appointment I was measuring 2-3 weeks behind, so I was sent into the hospital for an ultrasound to confirm the measurements and to check on the baby. The visit lasted about 15-20 minutes. The doctor came in at the end and said that the baby is measuring a bit small, but it’s still well within the normal range and that he’s doing just fine. He’s measuring 4 pounds and 9 ounces at 34 weeks. He will gain another quarter to a half pound every week until I deliver. With this estimate, although early, I would expect him to fall right in between 6.5 pounds and 7.5 pounds.
Baby class was really intense this week, but I definitely enjoyed it. We learned about the perfect labor versus realistic labor. We learned a lot about different medicines that can be taken for pain relief during labor. We talked about expectations and birth plans. We also talked a lot about being on the same page with your labor as your birthing support partner (in this case Glen), and the guys learned a lot about being that support person during labor. Many birth possibilities were discussed such as possible c-section and induction of labor. Even though the class went over a lot of information, some that was even scary to hear, it really helped me feel better about my upcoming labor. I’m really exciting to write my birth plan and you know what? I’m actually looking forward to labor and birth! Sure, I’m still a little scared, but I do feel prepared mentally and I’m ready to put my game face on and do this! Next week’s class will end our birthing class series.
One more thing that I wanted to mention was the movement I’m experiencing with Baby Charron. He’s been extremely active lately. I’m starting to feel him squirm, turn and kick all the time. He was kicking me in the ribs the entire length of the baby class. I really think he’s as ready to meet us as we are him.
Glen and I received some more bad news about our “money pit” of a house this week. I’m really trying to stay positive, but it’s getting really difficult to do so when things keep happening to our house. Our air conditioner estimate came in and it will be slightly over $6,000 to get a new unit with a heat pump. We also discovered that the chewed wiring in the ceiling is destroyed through the entire length of the house. It’s actually very unsafe and it’s something that we will need to get fixed right away. This could cost us another $1, 000-$2,000 in repairs. Home owners insurance will not cover this because it’s animal damage, so it looks like we’re on our own. Glen also kind of threw in the towel with the basement remodel. The drywall is thin, thus making a slight wave in the walls. He’s been struggling with it for three weeks now and he’s ready to have a professional finish the drywall. We also have to repair or replace our window in the basement. At this point we have to do what we can afford. We only have $4500.00 left in our home equity loan to use and our expenses as-is currently outweigh what we have to spend. Because of this, we have decided to forgo the heat pump and just get a new air conditioning until which will be about half of the cost of the heat pump unit. We will plan to also put more insulation into our roof for added efficiency. This isn’t our preferred choice, but it’s the best choice that we can make with what we have.