Friday, September 26, 2014

Week 39: The Waiting Game

I type this on my last day of week 39.  It's funny.  No matter how much I think I can figure this pregnancy thing out, I'm rarely right. ;)  For various reasons, I've been pretty convinced that Abigail would come before her due date.  Well, unless it happens in the next 10 hours (which is possible but unlikely), I will be incorrect yet again.  Part of me finds it humorous, part of me finds it annoying.  So here I am, waiting - trying to be patient.  Each day of the wait is inevitably one day closer to meeting her, right?

It's been a really laid back week this week overall.  That's a plus.  I had about two days of nausea and not feeling well.  I'm not sure what was going on but it went away quickly.  For that, I'm very grateful as I feared I may be getting a stomach virus or something.  I didn't plan much this week in case I went in to labor so it's made things seem a little slower as well.  I guess I got to get some rest ahead of time - no complaints there.

My midwife checkup was much simpler this time.  I gained about 1/2 lb and my measurements went back up to about 34/35 weeks (at 39w, 2d).  Otherwise, there was really nothing new and exciting to announce.  I was in and out in about 15 minutes.  After my last appointment, that was a true gift!

I don't really have much else to update.  It's been pretty uneventful.  Just pray for my patience as we wait.  Considering my last two babies were both a week past due date, I may need some grace!

Until next time...

Take care,

Monday, September 22, 2014

Week 38: More Confusion and a Wedding

Fortunately the dust has settled a bit after our week of chaos.  My last midwife checkup was about as interesting as the one before.  The good thing was that I'd gained back 2 of those 3 pounds I lost.  The not-so-good thing was that my physical measurements dropped from 36.5 weeks to 31 weeks in just one week.  To make sure everything was okay fluid level-wise, I was scheduled for an immediate check with the ultrasound.  After a bit of a scare on my part (afraid of being induced again), my levels were plenty high and I was told the baby had just dropped even lower in my pelvis.  I didn't think that was possible, as low as she already was.  So it was good news in the end.  We'll see what the next appointment brings!

Then over the weekend (technically the first day of week 39), we travelled back about 2.5 hours west for my cousin's wedding.  I was very anxious about possibly going into labor while we were out of town.  There is a decent hospital about 30 minutes or so from where we were staying so it wouldn't have been the end of the world.  However, I'd much rather be at the hospital I'm familiar with, with my midwives and doula available.  By God's grace, Abigail held out and the trip was great.  I got to see several aunts and uncles I haven't seen in years.  Most of them haven't even had the chance to meet our youngest two kids in person (they've only seen them on Facebook) until then.  It was a joy!

The current grandkids all together. ;)
Otherwise, there hasn't been much of anything new and exciting to announce.  Certain physical things have been happening body-wise that make me think Abi will be joining us sooner than later, but my babies like to confuse and surprise me.  So we'll see how/when she decides to come!

Until next time...

Take care,

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Week 37: Chaos

I'm going to attempt to do a weekly post now that baby time is drawing nearer, though I can't make any promises.  Life has been chaotic this last week - pure and simple.  We knew it was going to be busy as we had several meetings during the evenings scheduled.  Wednesday night, we got a ridiculous amount of rain where we live.  We were awoken around 5am Thursday morning to a strange noise in our finished basement.  Yes.  There was a waterfall (no exaggeration), pouring through what was still standing of our ceiling down there.  The pipe that connects the sump pump to the exterior of the building had disconnected.  While the sump pump itself was still working like a charm, all of the water was being dumped onto the ceiling (instead of outside) and flooded that entire room and half of another.

During the event.
After removing everything damaged.
The larger room that was also damaged.
All of the furniture, the flooring and part of the walls in that specific room were ruined.  Our carpeting and favorite giant bean bag beds in the other room were also ruined.  Our insurance company is trying to get out of paying for any of it with a loophole of sorts so we've got a battle on our hands.  The same evening, we also had some water spots and a large puddle appear in our garage.  After inspection, it seems we also have a roof leakage that we're following up on.  It has been a long, draining, emotional week.  We've had many friends offer help and encouragement, which has been a blessing and testimony to their love for us (and God's!) for sure.

Much of the summer, things have been going very well.  Overall, life has truly been enjoyable.  These home disasters all came after a few weeks of other stressors however.  A few weeks ago, my cell phone was either lost or stolen and never found.  I'm supposed to get an upgrade in October, so in the meantime, I'm using a loaner phone some friends gave me.  Then a few days later, I found out I'm Group B Strep positive again (as with my last pregnancy).  That is a real bummer.  Now the catch is making sure I'm in true labor and can get to the hospital with enough time to get the antibiotic treatment before Abigail is born.  I believe it takes 3-4 hours to receive the full dosage.  My labors have varied from 7.5-18hrs long.  I've often struggled with false labor so this is not as easy as it may seem.  Just last weekend, James and I were in Cincinnati celebrating our anniversary.  We almost drove back in the middle of the night because I was about 95% convinced I was in labor.  I had very painful contractions for nearly 2 1/2 hours but they never got regular.  Eventually they stopped.  So even with baby #5, it's still not crystal clear.  Praying for knowledge and surety when the actual event happens!

My midwife checkup was interesting.  Outside of finding out I was GBS positive, I actually lost three pounds - in one week!  However, my physical measurements increased and I was only measuring one week behind (I usually measure multiple weeks behind at this point).  We're chalking it up to some tummy troubles I had over the weekend and all the walking in Cinci.  Otherwise, baby seems to be doing well, heartbeat sounded good, and I'm still moving on towards that day!

Thanks for hanging in there with me and this super long post!  Hopefully the next one will bring a little more sunshine!

Until next time...

Take care,

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Weeks 35 & 36: Getting ready!

The weeks are quickly passing by!  Week 35 was full of random appointments, doctor's visits and meetings.  In addition, there are many things I'm trying to wrap up around the house before Abigail (or Abi, as we plan to call her occasionally for short) arrives.

Shortly after my last midwife appointment, I was doing some of those things around the house and suddenly felt the oddest sensation.  I literally felt as though my pelvis was expanding and the baby dropping down.  The feeling lasted about 15 minutes and then it was over.  However, ever since then, I've felt different.  My constant rib pain has reduced to occasional.  Instead, I have a great deal of pressure and discomfort in my pelvis and often my sacrum as well.  At my next midwife appointment (at 36 weeks and 3 days), I was measuring around 34 weeks.  Surprisingly, that's about 2 weeks further than I normally am at this point.  My midwife said that it was almost certainly because the baby was "way down in there" and that was the cause of the pelvis issues as well.  No ultrasound scheduled!  I had my Strep B swab done and I'm hoping for a negative result at my next appointment.  Otherwise, the appointment was smooth and everything seems to be coming along just fine.

Also during my 36th week, some dear friends threw me a baby shower.  I was so blessed by the amount of friends that showed up as well as their generosity.  People can often be weird about baby showers for those with many kids.  To me, it's a joy to be able to celebrate every baby, regardless of whether they are the first or the tenth.  And as any mom of many knows, your baby stuff eventually wears out.  My sister and her family also came up for the shower and spent the weekend with us.

Everyone at my shower (except my sis who had to leave before this picture was taken).
Overall, things are going well.  I've been pretty darn tired these last few weeks but what else would I expect?  With my current four kids, homeschooling and life's every day demands, that makes sense.  I've been very blessed by friends who've loved on me by caring for my other kids during some of these appointments and going over and above helping in whatever way they can.  I'm very blessed!

Until next time...

Take care,