Thursday, November 25, 2010

Lots to be thankful for

Today is the first Thanksgiving I'm not celebrating or preparing to celebrate tomorrow. We will be celebrating next Thursday once my mom and grandmom arrive. It was really weird to not wake up with the house smelling of cooking food, watching the parade and calling around to see what time everyone is coming over. Liam and I did Thanksgiving in Dublin last year for his family. We celebrated on Friday, so everyone would be able to make it. It was our first one together and it was also the last time that the entire family was together before Liam's mom passed away. The day was a little emotional for us both because of that.

I rang up my family and wished them all a Happy Turkey Day. My grandmother was cooking away and my mom was trying to avoid her while making the only thing she can, deviled eggs. They are both very excited to be coming and trying to get all the last minute things together. I'm still hoping for an arrival before they get here, but that is looking less and less likely. That said, I think I'm having a few contractions here and there, but nothing steady. It's been happening for the past 24 hours. A lot of pressure and a bit of pain every so often accompanied by my stomach becoming like a rock. I haven't told Liam yet because he would start to worry or certainly jump up to start the car every time I moved a muscle. Here's to hoping this kid makes his/her arrival in the next day or so. It would be very nice to greet my mom and gran with their granddaughter/great granddaughter on Saturday!

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Sweet Party

Our wine and cheese party was quite a success and thankfully over by midnight. The parties of our other neighbors have been known to go on until the wee hours of the morning, i.e. 6am. The stinky cheese was thrown out and the still yummy cheese is safely ziplocked in our fridge. One of the great things about having a party is the pre-party cleaning. The house looks great now. It also helped that everyone was outside because they all smoke. Such a bummer, but staying downwind is a specialty of mine. That and the fact that everyone is pretty good about making sure I'm not in their direct line of smoking fire. It should be interesting once the baby arrives and these smokers are told to air out and wash up before coming over.

I enjoyed some yummy sparkling apple cider and water from my most amazing water bottle. Liam is constantly trying to steal it from me. I bought it because I really like the Camelbak brand and the bottle just seemed more durable. But I certainly feel like I drink way way way more water from this water bottle than any other water bottle I've ever had. Maybe it's just more fun because you have to bit the valve to get anything out of it. Who knows, but it's keeping me hydrated!

The fbook, gchat messages, and emails asking if the baby has arrived are starting to arrive. Being out of the country gives me the advantage of not having people call, so I can be selective in my responses. That said, I don't know why people think I wouldn't post an update on fbook/Liam post on his/send out an email when s/he arrives. We're not going to keep the baby's arrival a secret!

Friday, November 19, 2010

Listening to Classes

I have to say I'm much better at taking notes on my classes when I'm just listening to the class recordings as opposed to being in class. I have no idea why, but hopefully it will help me. Everyone else in the compound is BBQing and playing in the pool and I'm at home listening to lectures. Sadface, but it's for a good cause! Liam hasn't abandoned me, he's out power washing the front of the house.

We're having people over for wine and cheese tonight. This means cleaning on top of studying. Last night we went out to a great Belgian restaurant with a bunch of our friends. Other than the smokey environment it was a very nice night. I even splurged and got dessert (delicious Belgian waffle w/ ice cream and chocolate syrup). I also had a glass of wine, which was divine. I do miss wine. We still have our celebratory bottles of champagne waiting for the baby to arrive. It's the same type we had on our wedding day! The baby may not want to make an appearance, but I'm sure going to enjoy these little things. After dinner, we all went to our neighbors, talked, ate chocolate, chips, and hung out until 1am or so. It was a chill night and though I paid for it at about 4am when the heartburn kicked in, it was so worth it.

My mother and grandmother will be arriving in a week or so and that's exciting. While I'm hoping I'll be driving with Liam to the airport to pick them up with our new little bundle, I'm making peace with the fact that this may not happen. My aunt had a C-section yesterday and had a healthy little girl. My uncle only posted 2 pictures on fbook, but I'm hoping he'll post more. Everyone is having babies!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Guest Post: Liam's Critique of (500) Days of Summer

Since Liam doesn't have a blog of his own and he just needed to get this out, I'm allowing him a guest post movie review. He gets a bit worked up about this movie, but I still love him! I give the floor to him:

(500) Days of Summer... Seen it 3 Times with Izzie,-Rented it off iTunes, once on the plane back from the States and now again on the TV. Great Actors, Amazing Soundtrack, but one thing bugs me, i F@#king hate the character of Summer!!! And in particular one scene in the movie, makes me want to drown a kitten . So here goes, what is with Summer (Zoey Deschanel- Loved hr in The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy...) inviting Tom(Joesph Gordon Levitt- Excellent in the dance sequence, he hit the whole "next day" ) around to a party at her place the following weekend after dancing with him at the wedding and falling sleep on his shoulder.

He turns up thinking that the sparkle will be rekindled and BOOM!!! It is her engagement party!! Totally out of order!! She is there with the man she loves, a concept that she told Tom does not exist Actually an evil move on her behalf. did he deserve it? Hell he didn't, but, like always thinking of herself, she didn't give one thought of his feelings in the whole relationship. He loved her, a blindman could see it, she lured him in like a Black Widow to a fly on the train up to the wedding and at the wedding itself. Now, I have been told, on some occasion I don't think of other peoples felings, and upon reflection, correct. But we are talking about, in my case, not supersizing a CheeseBurger meal Fries' and Coke.

Summer didn't think inviting her ex along to her engagement party would not cause an issue? She a Mentalist? a bottle short of a six-pack? you just don't do sh*t like that.....
Finally, there is the scene at the end when he is sitting on his favorite Parkbench, reflecting on Life, Summer robs his coolplace to hang out. Summer splits with him, does the "friends" line, lures him as mentioned above, then not satisfied with ripping his Heart out, robs his spot....

Venting over. Back to watching The Simpsons with Italian subtitles...

P.S. I would never hurt a kitten...

A wee bit of a scare

I'll preface the story with an everything is fine. We went to the hospital yesterday afternoon because I hadn't felt the baby move for a long time during the day. I had eaten, drank something cold, rocked on my fitness ball and everything. I was getting nothing after laying down on my left side, giving the baby a few pokes and having Liam talk to my belly. Usually any of these three is enough to get a bit of a reaction and still nothing. Once tears started rolling down my cheeks, Liam said that's it, we're going to the ER. I just followed along, trying not to think of anything bad. What really freaked me out was the night before we had gone for a long walk, maybe a mile or so. We came home, ate dinner, watched tv and then went to bed. One I was laying down the baby had a serious movement extravaganza that woke Liam up at one point. We were both laughing about it at the time, but on the drive to the hospital all I was thinking was one thing and I can't even bring myself to type it.

We arrived at the ER and they told us to go to the OBGYN clinic b/c they were still open. They are closed for the rest of the week starting today for Eid. We told them what was going on, they brought me in, took my blood pressure (which was sky high I'm sure), had Liam fill out paperwork and strapped me to the fetal heart monitor. The second she found the heartbeat, I couldn't stop myself from letting a few tears out. I had been so so so worried. Liam was so calm cool and collected. Once we heard it, we both just listened and didn't even talk for a good 15 min. It was actually the best monitoring we've ever gotten. Usually the baby is asleep the whole time and they make me eat or drink something to get the baby going. Not this time, the heart rate showed the baby awake, it also showed me that all this can happen without the baby moving. We went in to meet with the doctor. She said everything looked good, the baby had moved a lot further down in my pelvis, no dilation, but softening, and the walking probably tired the baby out. Talk about being relieved!

We have to head to the ER (b/c the OB clinic is closed) for monitoring today and then meet with her again on Saturday. She then casually mentions that we could be induced on Saturday if I felt like it. I think I probably looked a lot more freaked out when I first walked in than I thought and she doesn't want me stressing out. Now that I know things are fine, the baby has less room to move and isn't showing any signed of distress I'm so much more calm. While I have been saying that I want to have this baby, you know yesterday, I don't think I want to go the induction route. After calming down, knowing that the baby is ok and being able to think it over, we're going to try and wait this thing out naturally. Talk about an emotional roller coaster. I'm sure it only gets worse once they arrive, but we're all happy and healthy for now. Well not Liam, after his calm cool and collectedness was no longer needed, he had a crazy adrenaline crash, followed by a stuffy nose and a little cough. Looks like I'll be taking care of my big baby until our little one arrives!

Sunday, November 14, 2010

This needs to happen sooner rather than later

I didn't think it would happen, but I'm over it. I'm over being pregnant. The baby is full term, progressing right on schedule. I know that s/he will be fine. I just want him/her to get out! In addition to heartburn, you can add nausea and insomnia to the mix. I know the whole no sleep thing will be just as bad once the baby gets here, but at least there will be a baby to look at and feed/change/play with/sleep outside of my body. Liam has taken to bringing me 3am bowls of ice cream, as that seems to be the only thing that will keep the heartburn at bay in addition to my antacid pills and tums. I'm uncomfortable, getting up, rolling over, and standing up are all challenges and it may seem selfish, but I kind of want my body back. I know that breastfeeding won't exactly make me completely autonomous, but at least I'll be able to move around, not feel like every meal is a gastrointestinal challenge test. I know that my pregnancy has been relatively easy, there isn't much that I should be complaining about, but I'm certainly ready to meet the baby. My mother is taking a lot of pleasure in my questions about starting labour. I was only 4 days early (my mom's first) and my grandmom had my mom (her first) 11 days early. Here's hoping I follow in their footsteps and we will be meeting this baby soon. I am doubtful since I haven't had any Braxton-Hicks contractions that I have been able to feel. Can you tell that this is pretty much occupying my every waking moment? As for exams and all that, I'm chugging along, plodding is more like it, but making some progress.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Studying/Pregnancy Issues

My first exam is a little under a month away. Of course all of this is up to Z's arrival, but that's what I'm using to motivate me. It's not really working. It was for about 2 days and now I'm back to wanting to sleep again. Z's clothes are all over the living room. We were going to split them up by the size on the label until we realized a Carter's 3m is twice the size of a Target 3m. None of the sizes actually match up. So we're eyeballing it and trying to group them together. In addition packing my hospital bag seems to be taking forever. And by taking forever, I mean I just haven't gotten a bag and put anything into it.

I think I'm trying to postpone the inevitable. Our last doctor's appointment has me a little concerned. We went over my birth plan. Most people have said that they are useless, including my mother, but my doctor wanted us to bring one in. I'm not really a stickler for much. I didn't have any crazy requests, I just wanted to be sure that Liam/my mom/grandmom could be there, I could listen to music, move around if I wanted, hold the baby right after, things like that. I am also not opposed to an epidural although the thought of the needle in my spine makes me cringe. Once I'm actually in labour I don't think I'll care about a huge needle in my back, but right now it freaks me out to no end. I just said that I didn't want to see the needle at all, if I were to get one. Then it was time for my doctor to weight in and she tried to convince me that the recovery from a C-section was easier than regular birth. Now I've never given birth, but as the oldest of 15 grandchildren, I have seen plenty of moms recovering from childbirth. NONE would ever say that a C-section is an easier recovery. It looks like I'm going to be sitting at home until I feel like I'm going to split in half until I go to the hospital, so they don't try to force a C-section on me. If it is necessary for my safety or that of the baby of course I would get one, but if it's so that the hospital can clear out the delivery room a bit quicker I'm not budging! And with that I need to get studying!!!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

P.S. Hospital Bag

We haven't packed one yet, but any suggestions on what we should bring? The hospital is only 10 mins away, so it isn't like Liam couldn't run back and get something, but it would be nice to have everything there. The standard stay is 3 days for regular delivery and 5 for C-section. I'm thinking comfy old pjs, computer, ipod, chargers, pregnancy ball, slippers, socks, nursing bras, zipper front sweatshirt, toiletries, baby hospital leaving outfit. Does this seem like a good list?

Tax isn't so scary anymore

I haven't looked at the exams yet, but just going through all of the stuff I missed has made it a lot less scary. The prof is crazy organized, so it entails a lot of flipping through regulations, statutes, casebook and outlines, but it makes it a lot easier to follow. I've been highlighting, underlining and tabbing up my books like crazy. My outline/notes packet is already about 100 pages long and I'm not sure how the hell I'm going to chop it down. The amount of statutes and regulations are enough to fill an outline of more than 200 pages. All that said, it's fairly easy to follow. I'm sure I'll screw up all of the math calculations, but the theory and reasons behind it actually seems to be sticking. I'm making progress a little behind the pace I set for myself, but I feel like I was being overly ambitious.

In addition to everything going on my father in law flew in last night. We picked him up at the airport at 3am. We got back to the house at 4am. Talk about delirious. Liam and I are a bit loopy today and I got a freaking nap after getting up to make Liam breakfast before he went to work at 6am. And he can't even nap after work because we have a doctor's appointment. I'm thinking he's going to pass out tonight! But I don't feel too bad, he's got tomorrow off as well as all of next week. He'll also be playing a full round of golf with his dad twice in the next 4 days. I think he's ok with the sacrifice of no sleep for a night. They boys being away at the golf club will also give me more time to study. It will be at least 8 hours (golf+meal+drinks) of uninterrupted time to get my stuff done.

Or I'll spend it baking more bread, which isn't even a good excuse because we have a bread machine! We are no longer buying our bread. We're only baking it in the house. The bread here is terrible. I don't know wtf they do with it, but it isn't the best. We made our first loaf and that was it. We baked a loaf for one of our neighbors and they went out and bought a bread machine the next day. It would seem that none of could fully grasp how sucky it was until we had something good.

After I'm through my Tax catch up it will be time for Corps. And then hopefully it will be time for baby! Liam has been talking to my belly every night and trying to coax Z out. Sometimes he's sweet, other times stern and sometimes he just pokes him/her. I really can't wait to see our baby in his arms. I don't think he's going to want to put him/her down. If only the baby knew how excited we were to meet him/her! Another doctor's appointment today where we will do who knows what. I have to do the fetal monitoring again and I'll come prepared with apple juice and a nice slice of whole wheat bread. I don't think I have had any Braxton-Hicks contractions yet, which worries me. I don't want to be late. I really really really don't. I just hope Liam doesn't pass out and whack his head off of the exam table at the appointment. Back to studying! It seems that my second semester burst of energy is happening now and I'm taking advantage of it.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Beginning of the End

Today is the first day I'm really ready to have the baby. I could sleep last night. I think I got about 4 hours of sleep, interrupted hours at that. My heartburn is out of control. Sleeping while sitting up isn't my idea of fun. I figured that this morning would be better. Boy was I wrong. I had a slice of whole wheat toast that has been attacking me for the past 8 hours. I took some pepcid and I have been popping tums. Nothing is working. My mom told me that she lost a bunch of weight in the last few weeks of her pregnancies because she refused to eat because it wasn't worth it. I thought she was being a bit dramatic. Now I know, it's not worth it. I haven't had anything to eat all day other than the toast and I'm not actually looking forward to eating anything else. Liam will make me eat when he gets home from work, but if it were up to me I would eat NOTHING. Sleeping during the day seems to be a lot easier, sitting up completely straight. The naps are the only things that have kept me from going batty. It's hard to feel crappy when you're asleep. So I have been sleeping for about 50% of the day.

I'm not even feeling that hungry. I have been able to accomplish about 1% of what I wanted to for today, which is open the document I'm supposed to be proofing to turn in today. There is still laundry to do, reading to get through, and writing to start. I don't think it's going to happen, but I remain optimistic. I'm so glad I'm not in classes. I can't imagine it would be able to make it there anyway, but the thought of lugging my books around, going up and down the stairs, getting to and from school and all of that just makes me want to nap more. Will they induce me just because I'm grumpy?

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Baby still there and the studying begins!

I have safely made it home. The airline didn't bat an eyelash at me getting on the plane and I don't think anyone even knew I was pregnant. I spent a good amount of time watching movies, walking around and trying to sleep. All in all not a bad flight. I've certainly been on worse.

Today, I spent a total of 5 hours at the hospital. The first .5 were spent waiting for my new doctor, 1.5 having the fetal heartbeat monitored and 20 minutes being seen by the doctor. The 1.5 of fetal monitoring isn't entirely the hospital's fault. Liam was in with me and the baby wasn't moving much. The nurse asked him to go to the cafeteria and get me some juice and bread to get the baby more active. He said ok and then left for about 40 minutes. I thought perhaps he got lost, had gone home to get us food, or he was in a car crash. The nurse asked me again what his name was and she went into the waiting room to call for him. He was there, sitting and reading the paper. He was apparently confused by the nurses accent and thought she was just making a general recommendation about making sure I ate and drank enough in the mornings and thought he was being kicked out of the room! He sat out there for 40 minutes!! Needless to say, we had a laugh at it. I wasn't in a rush and neither was he, so we just chalked it up to one of those things we can laugh about and we already have.

The second 2 were waiting for another ultrasound, 15 minutes getting the ultrasound and 15 waiting for them to give us the report. That one was less fun and didn't end in laughs, only annoyance. But we won't have to do that again. Our next meeting with the doctor is next week. She's great and practiced at a big hospital in the US. I know the hospital she was at before and it was a great one and we have heard nothing but amazing things about her, so I'm pumped she's my doctor. Next visit we'll be going over the birth plan and other incidentals.

Tomorrow begins the study schedule I set out for myself. I have a lot of class to catch up on and review. I'm still hoping the baby arrives early, so that definitely gives me an incentive to get my shit together!