Little buddy came at 2:56 a.m. Welcome to the world!! (We’re still figuring out his name )

Little buddy came at 2:56 a.m. Welcome to the world!! (We’re still figuring out his name )

Nurse says we’re calling the doctors! Here comes baby boy!
Last family of 3 photo!

Last family of 3 photo!

almost there!

Crap… Water just broke… Cerclage still in. Headed to hospital now.
Are you having twins? You still have til August???

35 weeks!

Ahh… the joys of nearing the end of your pregnancy. I don’t know what it is about being pregnant, but people feel like they can say ANYTHING to you.  I truly believe everyone just wants to share in your joy.  So, instead of letting my hormones go all righteous on strangers, I choose to laugh and play along.  Because let’s be honest, while you jest at my water breaking and me going into labor at any moment, the truth is with me… it’s a very real possibility.  And THEN what are you gonna do?

Before I get into some of my favorite comments, here’s the latest on me and baby boy: He weighs 4 lbs. 14 oz, and his measurements have dropped to the 32nd percentile.  Not at all surprising, and not terrible either.  He’s simply running out of space in my smaller uterus.  He looks great!  He’ll probably be just slightly larger than his sister when he’s born.  My docs don’t even care about my cerclage anymore.  It’s scheduled to come out in 2 weeks so it’s coming out soon, whether I go into labor before then or not.  

I know, I know, he looks high… but he is actually VERY low.  Lower than my daughter.  He sits right on my pelvis, on my right side… which explains a lot of my sciatic pain.  But he’s head down, and facing the right direction for delivery! That particular part makes this VERY real, and me pretty nervous… we still have a ton to do!

I’ve been seeing a therapist to help with my stress levels… and it has really been amazing.  It is probably the best thing I could have done for my mental health.  So, to distract myself from the stresses of getting ready here’s a few of the things that make me giggle every day.  

My favorite comments: “You are all belly!” — Can’t get enough! If you could say that to me every 5 minutes, I will love you forever! 

"You look amazing" — While I think you are lying thru your teeth, I love and appreciate your sincere attempt at making me awesome.  Will you be my new BFF?

"It looks like you have on a movie prop" — I actually had an actor say this to me once.  Me and Rob Schneider… 2012

Needless to say, Rob Schneider is now my favorite actor of all time.

"Has anyone helped you yet, because we don’t need you going into labor here at the counter.. (laughing)… When are you due? Tomorrow?" — Yeah, laugh it up chuckles, the joke’s gonna be on you when my water actually does break on your floor.  I wish I was due tomorrow.. but baby’s in there possibly til August.

"Are you sure you’re not having twins?" — Seriously? Seriously.  P.S. I know I’m large but the turkey timer (my belly button) hasn’t even popped yet.  So slow your roll, I’m still baking.

And finally… “I sure hope your husband is rubbing oil on you every night!” — said the old man behind me in line at the supermarket.  O.M.G. I was cornered and HAD to reply.  (me stammering)… fortunately I haven’t needed that yet… It was the most polite thing I could think of.  Nothing like that awkward feeling you just can’t escape!  He made up for it by eventually telling me I was 23 and looked too young to have 2 kids.  Poor man.  I knew he meant well, but REALLY??? Clearly this blog is all about getting personal… but not like THAT!!  I have to admit I laughed about that one all day. 

I’ll be addressing the rude lady who called the station to say that she knew I was pregnant and thought my belly was “disgusting” in a future blog.  Because in my line of work… we try to make everyone happy :).  Cheers!! 

33 weeks!

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The count down continues! Exactly 4 weeks from today my cerclage comes out! It honestly can’t come soon enough.  Baby boy is doing great! He’s super healthy and moves around a ton!  And don’t get me wrong, I am DEFINITELY not wishing for the baby to come earlier, but like last time, this pregnancy has been a rough one, and not necessarily all because of my Uterus Didelphys! 

Before I get into the fun times had by me this week… first I want to say how excited I am that this came out this month!! 

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I am so honored that “Her Life” Magazine in Denver decided to feature me and this blog on the cover of their June issue!  A HUGE thank you to them for the wonderful story! 

Now, back to the drama.  I don’t know what it is about my life… but weird s*&% happens.  I can’t do anything without it going to the extreme.  So, thank God for highlights like these during a horrible week.  

It actually all started out great.  My husband flew out of town for a few days, so it was Hannah and mommy time… some of our last… before baby arrives.  I had a chance to reorganize her room, do lots of laundry, and we even took a trip to the zoo with our great friends Erica and Beckham! 

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I felt so accomplished!!! And then it hit me.  The stomach bug from hell. Sunday… as tornado warnings passed just south of my home… as Hannah was sleeping… I was in the fetal position (as much as my belly would allow) trying to keep food down.  I was not successful, and I was getting dehydrated quickly.  I waited for the storms to pass to call my mother-in-law for help.  Thank God they live in town, otherwise I’m not sure what I would have done! She took Hannah for the night, and I tried… TRIED… to get better.

Ladies, if you have never been sick while you’re pregnant, thank your lucky stars.  We basically have no immune system… so colds and viruses last longer.  Good luck getting rid of that bug in a normal time frame.  Monday morning I waived the white flag of surrender and drove myself to labor and delivery.  I could tell my Braxton Hicks contractions had picked up, and I was still not keeping ANYTHING down.  Better safe than sorry.

2 I-V bags, and some pain pills later I was headed home.  Still… things just weren’t right.  I went back to work Wednesday but was sick nearly the entire time.  So Wednesday night, back to labor and delivery I went. Chris was home to take care of Hannah, so that made things easier.  But this time, it was 1 I-V bag and potassium pills.  My electrolytes had gotten too low, at which point they give you horse pills. Disgusting. If I had another viable option, I would have taken it.  Apparently, though, you don’t want this in I-V form, because it burns going in.  Very painful… and for me would have required an overnight stay. So if you can stomach swallowing them… bonus points for you! 

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I had them break the two I had to take in half, because I don’t take pills well in the first place.  (My prenatals are chewable) 

Fortunately for me, they stayed down, and I got to go home at 1 a.m. Thursday.  Finally by Friday I was feeling like a normal human being. 

The whole experience had me thinking there was no possible way I was going to make it through to 37 weeks when my cerclage comes out.  I physically didn’t think it was going to happen.  And that was so defeating.  I never got sick while I was pregnant with Hannah… and I’ve been sick A TON this time around.  

On the emotional side of it, I felt like getting sick while we had “girl time” meant I had failed.  I couldn’t take care of myself, and I couldn’t take care of my daughter.  That was devastating.  I give a lot of credit to single moms.  I don’t know how you do what you do.  You’re amazing.

The biggest concern with anyone, but especially me, about being so dehydrated is the increase in contractions.  They were Braxton Hicks contractions, but were coming 6-10 minutes apart.  And tearing through my cerclage with contractions is just not an option.  I don’t even want to imagine how painful that would be.

So, knowing I have other things at stake, I always take the extra cautious course.  

Now, I’m focusing on scheduling rest… because I’m not getting enough. And I’m trying to get better at asking for help. I know I’m stressed because I had another ocular migraine over the weekend.  So I think my body is trying to tell me that I’m not superwoman… as much as I’d like to believe that were true.  

Ocular migraines, sciatic nerve and 31 weeks!

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31 weeks!! The countdown is on! When I went for my growth measurement Thursday one of my doctors said he now considers my pregnancy “old”… commenting on how fast the time has gone since we were focusing on potentially putting in a cerclage. I’ll take that as a compliment. :)

Baby looks great… they estimate he weighs 3 lbs 10oz, and if he continues on this track he’ll be an 8 lbs baby if he were to arrive on time. Yikes!! Uh, Hannah was 5 lbs 10 oz and a joy to give birth to. I don’t even want to THINK about what an 8 lbs baby is like.  Let me put it another way, I know what my 9 lbs self did to my mom and her delivery.  She’s a remarkable woman, and I’ll happily leave those feats to her. Ha!

His growth has slowed some over the last 8 weeks, but not enough to alarm my doctors.  I’m curious to see what the next growth measurement is like in 4 weeks.

Meanwhile, it’s been quite the ride with my physical symptoms.  A couple of weeks ago I went to the ER twice because I started losing about 40% of my vision.  The first time it happened was while I was driving. I was pulling over anyway to get something to eat, but you can imagine my fear when I had an incredibly tough time reading menus and my phone. Not only was my vision blurry, but contained black spots as well. When I called my doctor they said to get to the hospital immediately.  I went, and funny enough it went away on its own, and the baby was fine. Then it happened 3 days later.  Once again, the ER couldn’t find anything wrong, but did tell me to keep my appointment with my eye doctor.

The diagnosis: ocular migraines.  They don’t know what triggers them (maybe stress?), and may not occur again for several more years. Weird! But I’m so thankful we have an answer.

Next up… my sciatic nerve.  I certainly don’t remember having THIS much pain with Hannah.  It’s like he’s sitting right on it.  Lately I’ll just be standing up and I’ll lose feeling in my right leg, or I’ll get horrible shooting pain from my hip down to my foot on my right side.  The only thing that cures it is laying on my left side for as long as I can tolerate to get the little dude to move some. And you can forget about being comfortable while leaning back slightly or laying on my right side.  Sometimes I have no choice but to do one of those things.  It’s just an extremely painful experience.  My doctor gave me a recommendation for a physical therapist at the hospital.  That just might need to happen if I’m gonna last another 2 months.

I found out at my last doctors appointment that he is head down (yay!), facing my left side.  So his little tushy continues to stretch my belly WAY over to the right. I wonder if that’s why I’m getting an outie (belly button) this time around, too?  Hm… the mysteries of different pregnancies.

Braxton Hicks contractions continue.  I’m REALLY hoping we keep him in there until the stitch is scheduled to come out in 6 weeks!! 

Aaahhhhhh!!!! So much to do!!! So, I better end it here.  Hooray for 31 weeks and a healthy kid!

Miller Moths Remind me of Bat Season

It’s that time of year again. 

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I know there’s an appreciation out there for these things… but I think they’re gross.  They eat your clothes, they cling to you, and they stink when they fry on your lights.  Quite honestly, they remind me of a not-so-fun time in my last pregnancy: Bat Season.  I don’t think “bat season” technically exists… but it does in my house and it coincides with the invasion of Miller Moths.

We get dozens of Miller Moths in our house this time of year.  Thank God for my cat who likes to eat them.

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But we get enough of them that we’re not totally surprised if one flutters near our heads in the middle of the night.  At least that’s what you hope it is.

It was about this time of year, when I was pregnant with Hannah that I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.  That’s when what is typically considered a middle-of-the-night nuisance, turned quickly into my saving grace. 

As I was returning to bed, Chris started swatting at what he thought were Miller Moths flying around his face.  After he hit one, we suddenly heard pinging noises around the room and a horrible clicking sound.  I don’t know a lot about moths, but I’m pretty sure they don’t make those sounds.  Chris freaked out and I made an about face back to the bathroom.  You can only imagine my immediate fear when my fearless husband, my protector started wigging out.  I’m pretty sure I made it to the bathroom in record time, turned on the light and there it was.

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Ok, so not this guy specifically, but one that looked just like him!!! A brown bat! Sprawled out on my pillow case!!

Initially I had no idea what it was… I was still VERY groggy.  Great combo, I know: A panicked, groggy pregnant lady. Was it a lizard with wings? Some horrible mutant mouse? I screamed… and that’s when my husband, who grew up in the south, yelled that it was a bat.  

The reactions then went like this:

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Cooper, our Golden Retriever, ran out of the room with his tail between his legs.

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Cody, looked like he wanted to pounce on his new play toy.

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And I immediately yelled for everyone to get out of the room because “Bats have rabies!!!”

Chris wanted to capture him and let the bat out the window… but I wouldn’t allow anyone near the creature for at least 45 minutes.  By the time he finally talked some sense into me, the bat had gone into hiding.  In my bedroom.  

There was NO WAY I was sleeping in there until that thing was gone.

That was Saturday night.  I don’t want to make a long story longer, so here’s the short of what happened Sunday and Monday: I googled and called every bat removal company I could find… in the middle of the night.  Turns out they are SUPER expensive, and it’s useless to bring them out in the middle of the day anyway because bats are good hiders.

I then googled our situation.  Turns out, in the state of Colorado, if a bat flies in your bedroom in the middle of the night and you can’t find it… you have to get a rabies shot.  Bats can bite you and you’d never know it because their fangs are so fine and tiny. The big question: Can you get a rabies shot while pregnant?  So, now my high-risk pregnancy had become riskier.

We had to find the bat.  I played the crazy, high-risk pregnant lady card and managed to get the Colorado Department of Wildlife out to my house to check for the bat, and possibly more.  He was useless.  Found nothing and said the bat was probably gone.  I didn’t buy that for a second.

My doctors decided I should at least go to labor and delivery to get checked out.  Let me tell you, it’s always fun when you can stump your high-risk hospital with a situation they’ve never seen before.  Apparently the email exchange amongst my doctors was rather interesting, and quite humorous.  At least they were able to get a hold of officials with the state health department (something I definitely couldn’t do on a weekend), and we made a deal:

We had to find the bat by Monday at 1 p.m., otherwise the WHOLE family had to start getting rabies shots.

Even though it was up for debate whether myself or the animals got bit (my husband, not so lucky… he claims the bat performed some sort of sexual act on his head), we all had to get the shots because we were all in the room.

It was enough for me to know my baby could come early and possibly have problems because of that.  This was just something I did not need.  So, that Sunday night, my husband made himself bait.  

Armed with ski gear, tupperware, duct tape and an old kitchen towel, he slept in the infested bedroom waiting to hear the bat make some noise.  While bats are good hiders during the day, at dusk and dawn they get hungry and start to move around to find food and water.  The ski gear was so Chris didn’t get bit again.  The kitchen towel was to smack the bat down to the ground… they can’t take off from the floor.  The tupperware was to trap the bat, and the duct tape was used to tape the tupperware to the floor.

Here’s what happened next according to my Facebook feed:

The problem was over… or so we thought.

Turns out, my cat is also a very good “Bat Hunter”.

As he did before, he perched himself on the top of my husband’s dresser, staring at the space between our fireplace and our wall.  We originally attributed this behavior to him going nuts.  But he saw and heard something we couldn’t.  We had a COLONY of bats living in the walls of our house.  

You can’t kill them, they’re protected. And bats can get into a space the size of your pinky. So we spent more than $1000 for someone to come in, plug the holes and put in “exit” cones that bats can only fly out of.

We haven’t had any problems since then. We made sure that bats can’t fly into our bedroom anymore. But occasionally I do still find bat guano outside our home.  Google it if you don’t know what that is.

I think it’s pretty obvious… I really dislike Miller Moth season.  And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous this time around.