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Our First Week at Home

First week down! Baby2 officially turned one week old on Wednesday. So much has happened that I thought I’d write another update. Here’s what has happened since our first days at home.

Breastfeeding

Baby2 continues to eat well – she’s gained another five ounces since Friday’s pediatrician appointment, bringing her back up to her birth weight already (which is a week two milestone – she’s an overachiever already!)! We went to the pediatrician’s office to weigh her yesterday for my own sanity. I think every breastfeeding mama wonders if her baby is eating enough. You just can’t see the milk going in! But we can see what’s coming out of her, and if Baby2’s diaper actions are any indication I’d say she’s eating like a champ. I probably didn’t need to go weigh her, but I was curious!

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Milk Drunk

What is interesting about her feedings is that she tends to eat in five minute increments. After five minutes are up, she loses interest. I can normally burp her and put her back on, or change her diaper and start again, but I could almost set my watch by her cadence. I’ve also noticed that the ducts on the underside of my breasts tend to get really full so after her first five minute time block I’ll spend the second five minutes massaging those ducts to give her a little more milk.

I’ve also been experimenting with only using one breast per feeding instead of switching back and forth. I know that the more empty the breast becomes, the more fatty hindmilk she’s getting (which is good!). So the focus right now is a full feeding and an empty breast. We’ll see how that effects my supply since one breast will be fully emptied every 3-6 hours as opposed to being maybe half emptied every 1.5-3 hours. I want to research this topic more…

Speaking of timing, she’s still eating every 1.5-3 hours. I won’t let her go longer than three hours between feedings. The other day I had to wake her out of a dead sleep because time was up. We struggled through that feeding but I did get a good 10 minutes out of her! In two five minute increments, of course.

Nights are working well. I always put her down in her crib about 30 minutes after her 8:00 PM feeding. If she wakes up after that I’ll feed her and put her right back down. If she wakes up after I’ve gone to bed (which has been late lately! 10 or 11 o’clock!) I’ll keep her in bed with me so I can get some sleep (just pull out a boob when she stirs! So much easier than getting out of bed). She wakes up a lot until I pull her in bed with me, then she sleeps a ton. I’m slightly worried that she’s preferring our bed over her crib, so she may start getting a lot more crib time soon. We’ll see.

For the first few days, I didn’t keep track of night feedings at all. Now I’m trying to a least glance at the clock when she stirs so I can keep track of how long she’s going between feedings completely on her own (there’s no way I’m setting an alarm or something to make sure she’s eating every three hours at night!). So far she’s keeping a rhythm of eating at 12, 2:30, 5 and 7:30 AM. Whoa. Self-regulating is amazing!

Sometimes she stirs but doesn’t really want to eat – she’s wet and needs changing. So I’m trying to watch out for that more. I don’t think she’s at all ready to drop a feeding, but I’m also not sure if five minutes every 2.5 hours is really much of a feeding… Monitoring is on-going.

Cloth Diapering

Still loving cloth diapers! We’ve modified our prefolds a little though. Since the size one Osocozies are still a little long for her, we’ve been folding them down in front so they’ll fit into the covers. But since Baby2 is a girl, she wets more in the back than the front so we started folding the prefold down in the back. That has helped to not only absorb more but also makes securing the prefold with the Snappi that much easier because there’s more fabric to pull around her legs. Ah, discovery.

Baby2 had a bit of a diaper rash earlier this week which really freaked me out! Kiddo1 had the nastiest of nasty and persistent diaper rashes when he was a baby. I fear diaper rashes like some people fear tight spaces. Or the dark. Or commitment. Anyway… Luckily the diaper rash is gone now, probably because I attacked it and killed it! I took Baby2 outside and sunned her bottom twice a day for a couple days, about five minutes in direct sunlight each time (I did shade her upper half from the sun). I also started using Earth Mama Angel Baby’s Bottom Balm on her with each diaper change. Worked like a charm. For one final nail in the coffin, I’m adding an extra cold rise (that’s two cold rinses) at the end of our diaper laundry routine, just to make sure all the soap gets out. Now I’m monitoring the absorbancy of the prefolds to see if I need to strip them because of the Bottom Balm build-up (although Bottom Balm is cloth diaper-safe!).

Baby2’s Disposition

Still quite awesome. I know she’s in the easy-going newborn phase, but if she’s anything like her brother she’ll continue to be content and mellow. She still doesn’t cry at much, just when she’s hungry or needs a new diaper. Our barking dog doesn’t even make her flinch. I’m sure she’s been used to that sound since well before she was born!

Mr. Handsome swears that she smiles. He “knows” that she’s just working her facial muscles, easing out gas, what have you, but he likes to say that she smiles. I gotta say, though, when she does start smiling for real it’s going to be freaking awesome!

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Dress up!

Finally, can I just say how much fun it is to dress her?! Oh, super fun. Dressing a boy was nice and all, but little dresses are quite nice. Baby2 has been in a dress every day of her life. Come to think of it, I’ve been in a dress this whole week too! (I just haven’t been feeling jeans yet. Maybe this weekend.)

Adjusting

Life in general is slowly getting back to normal. Mr. Handsome’s family (his parents and two older brothers) are currently in town until Monday. Once the family visitor traffic slows I think everyone will be able to relax a bit more. Two of my dear friends from college are flying in from the Midwest in mid-August. I’m super excited about that!

Kiddo1 has been super talkative lately! He’s probably a little more chatty because his uncles are in town (he loves to bend their ears) but lately he’s been talking-it-up to anyone who will listen!

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Kiddo1 wanted to be swaddled too!

He seems to be getting back to his normal, silly self. Perhaps he’s realizing that we will still take time to listen to him and hang with him. He has been awfully sweet… most of the time. For some time now (a year?) he’s loved to disagree with almost everything we say. What’s that all about? He’s back to doing that lately so things must be normalizing with him.

Mr. Handsome is, of course, still freaking awesome. He even took his whole family to the coast the other day so Baby2 and I could have a whole day to relax. He’s making sure that I get enough rest and don’t try to push myself too hard (because I do/will push myself, see below). I’m not sure if he is getting enough rest, as he seems tired and perhaps a bit stressed by all the visitors. He’s sweet to try not to concern me with these things. I’m still concerned though! I think we’re both just excited for things to get back to normal. The “new normal,” he calls it!

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Mr. Handsome practicing some baby wearing!

Max (our dog) seems to be used to the new human-to-dog ratio in the house. He loves to sniff Baby2 and give her light little kisses. He isn’t as sensitive to her cry anymore, but the other day we heard a distant sound of a neighbor’s baby crying and he was quite concerned. He kept looking at our silent, sleeping baby and seemed very confused.

As for me, things are going pretty damn great. Let’s get the gross stuff out of the way in this paragraph, shall we? As soon as my milk came in on Saturday, some bodily functions have returned to normal. Most notably, I poop every day now! And in the mornings just like my old pre-pregnancy self. It’s funny how elated this makes me feel. I can sit down without having to be slow and careful, too. Just plopping myself down on hard chairs, no big deal! The lochia, or hell, let’s just call it bleeding, has slowed to spotting and I’m down to just wearing panty liners and, get this, regular bikini underpants! Sure they’re the same one-size-up ones that I wore in third tri but at least they aren’t the hospital mesh granny panties that I wore for a week (I took four pair home with me!). I’m not sure if all this success is due to the placenta pills or not, but I can tell you that I feel better at 1.3 weeks postpartum from this pregnancy than I did with my first pregnancy. Of course that birth was a bit more difficult, too. Anyway, I do think the pills are helping, at least a little. I’ve tapered off to one or two pills per day because there aren’t that many and I’m supposed to save some for three, six and nine months postpartum. Speaking of pills, though, I’m completely off the ibuprofen now! It’s been three days since I took any so I’d say that need is dead for sure. Yay!

Okay, the squeamish ones can open their eyes now! (Who can really stay away from the gross stuff anyway, right?)

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Baby2 and I are ready for the public!

I’ve been getting out of the house more. Wednesday Mr. Handsome took his family to the coast and Baby2 and I got a lot of rest. That evening I finally got to walk around a whole two blocks (which really is like walking six blocks right?) and I felt really great when I got home, like I could do another two blocks! So on Thursday, yesterday, I probably overdid it a little. We took Baby2 to the pediatrician, then had lunch out, then went on a registry-completion spree at Target. First postpartum Target visit -big deal!! Then we only stopped at home for only about an hour before taking Kiddo1 to a late doctor’s appointment and finally going to dinner with Mr. Handsome’s family. Whew.

At dinner, Baby2 and I were pretty spent. It didn’t help that Baby2 was hungry, the restaurant was noisy (she seems to have trouble nursing in noisy environments) and we were hot. I ended up taking off her dress it was so hot! So she let out some loud cries at dinner and even though I ushered her out to calm her down, I still felt bad about 1) having a crying baby in a restaurant and 2) most importantly, not being able to get her fed! I tried a few times but she was just not having it. She ended up going five hours between afternoon feedings. I felt awful!! I talked it out with Mr. Handsome on the way home and I have agreed to take it down a notch. Today we still went out (I’ve got to do something with the in-laws!) but only to the Big Bookstore and lunch. Then Kiddo1 and I are going to watch the Olympics Opening Ceremonies (I’ve got to jet off to that here in a second!). He is super excited about that!

Physically I feel ready to do full days out but I don’t think Baby2 is quite ready and I might not be mentally ready to handle it either! I’m still in kind of a foggy state, although it is lifting a bit. It’s a super happy fog though! Happy baby drunk. I don’t really mind that not being back to normal!

A few “normal” things that have happened this week and I do like very much:

  • I drove for the first time in over a week! I was telling Mr. Handsome it felt like the first time you return home from college and get to drive the car you haven’t driven in months. He had a car in college though so he couldn’t really relate.
  • I cooked myself a meal! It was eggs and toast, not difficult, but I was proud enough!
  • I painted my nails, strategically timing polish removal, nail trimming and two coats of paint after the start of each of Baby2’s naps on Wednesday (when the fam was at the coast).
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Slowly shrinking!

A couple not-quite-normal things:

  • I feel great and so much smaller but I’ve only lost 12 pounds. I suppose the boobies have gain a pound or two though! Honestly I just weighed myself for the first time today, so I’m really trying not to focus on it. Feeling great and taking care of myself are definitely prioritized over losing weight. I am excited to get back to exercising, though. Hopefully I’ll get clearance for some light yoga after my two-week check-up. No water aerobics until the six-week mark though. Sad face.
  • So far I don’t really miss being pregnant which is great because I thought I’d miss it a lot. Maybe those four overdue days helped get that out of my system. I do feel a little, well, empty, for lack of a better word to explain it. Something was there that isn’t there anymore and my body notices it. I don’t miss being pregnant but I do miss that something extra. I have to get used to being just one person in this body again! Weird huh?

Well that was, once again, quite a massive brain dump. Off to get ready for our early afternoon out! Thanks for reading!!

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Babywatch Update

Still no baby and we’re two days overdue, but some progress to report. We went to the midwife on Friday – as of last Tuesday’s (7/3) appointment I was fine with not going in again, but as the days lingered on I felt like I needed to go for my own sanity.

We had to see a different midwife but she was very nice and supportive. Before going in I almost thought I’d get some lecture about how I have to be patient and what not. But there was no judging on her part, which was great!

My uterus measured at 38 cm, right on track (last Tuesday it was 37 cm). Baby2’s heartbeat was in the 130s, also very good. I asked to please be “checked” and she agreed to, although she did make sure to tell me that the results aren’t indicative of anything, really. It won’t tell me when this labor thing is going to go down. Sigh.

I was 2-3 cm dilated, 50 percent effaced and “soft and ready,” she said. She didn’t find any signs of scar tissue from my LEEP (in 2004) which is great because I was nervous about that. Also, my cervix has already moved up and away from my spine, which is great!

She also swept my membranes because I was already a bit dilated. I spotted for several hours afterward, but she said that’s probably just the rest of my mucus plug. I was pretty crampy for the rest of the day, too, but no contractions. Well, that’s a lovely paragraph to read, huh? Might as well add that I’ve finally pooped a couple times too! You’re welcome.

Physically I’m still feeling awesome, but my emotions are touch-and-go. In what seems like a split second I flip from excitement to frustration, from contentment to sorrow. Of course it’s worse when I’m not actively doing something, which makes sleep continue to be difficult. Last night I could nod off around 11:30 but I was up wide awake at 4:30 this morning. I refused to nap yesterday, thinking it would affect my nighttime sleep, but at this point I suppose it’s best to take what I can get!

On a non-baby note, I was fortunate enough to attend the wedding of one of my favorite friends last night. I said the only thing that would stop me from going would be if I was in the hospital, which I obviously wasn’t! Plus I’m still physically feeling great. And I’m so glad I got to go! It was a perfect weather day, a touching ceremony and a lovely reception complete with awesome food. And the bride was a knock-out! How did I not take a single picture?! Damn my absent mind! Anyway… Congrats Trang and Andy! Enjoy your tropical honeymoon and safe travels!!

Friday Update: Week 40

At 40 weeks, baby is said to be about 20 inches long, the average length of a newborn. It is difficult to find 20″ objects that aren’t tires, computer monitors or TVs. So this week I settled on something way more glamorous: a piece of 20-inch carry-on luggage, which apparently is pretty standard but these little bags can go up to 22 inches. Watch out for that.

What a different kind of week it has been! I have been out on “maternity” leave since Monday. I use the quotes because it hardly feels like there’s much maternity-ing going on, as there is still no baby to care for.

I started the week by finishing a project, then lapsing into complete and total impatience and frustration, only to end with the resolve to come to terms with the wait and just be patient. Yes, I’m only 40 weeks but given Kiddo1’s early appearance at 38 weeks (ish) and the fact that everyone has been telling me about how quick the second one comes, making it to 40 weeks has been quite surprising.

I’ve been feeling much better the past couple days. Yesterday was another good day. We went out to get our car tire fixed – it has had a nail in it for the past, I don’t know, couple months, and we finally decided it’d be safe to just fix it already. It was no trip to a museum or anything, but we did get out and had a nice walk to lunch while the work was being done. Later we ran some errands, got some dinner and generally had a nice day as a happy family.

Also, Kiddo1 gave me a great project to start working on. He’s a big fan of the Titanic and a couple weeks ago he suckered us into chipping in money for him to buy some Titanic coins and memorabilia. It all arrived yesterday after a little over a week of torturous waiting (we were waiting buddies, but his package arrived before mine!). We put all the items out on the floor and decided we should frame it all. We’ve been talking about redoing the wall art in his room anyway.

So now I have a fun framing project to get started on! After we fixed the tire yesterday we went to the art supply store to get the mats. We picked up a frame just before dinner, too. Tonight I’ll lay some stuff out as ideas for him to decide on tomorrow. This is a great distraction for me, I don’t think he even realizes it.

I also need to work on finding something to wear to my friend’s wedding tomorrow which I’m super excited to be attending (yay!!) but attending pregnant (boo). Being pregnant for it isn’t a problem in-and-of-itself, I just so thought I’d be bringing a baby along to this event! I had an outfit planned for it and everything! Now it’s back to the drawing board with only a day to figure it out! Eeek!

Some standard stuff:

  • Total weight gain: 35 pounds, I think. I haven’t been as diligent with weighing in this week. But, given the next bullet point, I’d say two pounds gained this week is fair.
  • Cravings: Anything. Everything? It all sounds good and I want to eat it. I don’t feel physically restricted about the amount of food I can consume anymore. Perhaps that means she really has dropped? I have no idea…
  • Coolest symptom: Just a general physical well-being, I suppose. Other than struggling for the first time with sleep, I physically feel fantastic. My mind is starting to feel fantastic again after a rough couple days, and it is getting better the more I have other things to focus on (besides the fact that we’re at D day and still no baby!).
  • Lamest symptom: Teenage boy farts are back big time. Mr. Handsome and Kiddo1 don’t know what the hell is going on. And if we’re out I can’t blame it on the dog! (Just kidding Max! I always fess up.) At the science museum the other day, Mr. Handsome says, “Someone in here in dropping more bombs than the Air Force!” while looking at me accusingly.
  • Exercise this week (the goal is 210 minutes 180 minutes): I got in a session of water aerobics and two 45-minute yoga sessions. Score! With the hours and hours of walking added to that I’d say the goal has been met. Oh and all the vacuuming and cleaning counts for cardio too, right?

Baby2, where are you? Here’s what she’s up to, courtesy babycenter.com:

It’s hard to say for sure how big your baby will be, but the average newborn weighs about 7 1/2 pounds (a small pumpkin) and is about 20 inches long. His or her skull bones are not yet fused, which allows them to overlap a bit if it’s a snug fit through the birth canal during labor. This so-called “molding” is the reason your baby’s noggin may look a little conehead-ish after birth. Rest assured – it’s normal and temporary.

Mind Over Matter

Yesterday, my frustration with Babywatch came to a head. My controlling self just can’t seem to get over the fact that childbirth, particularly waiting for childbirth, is not something I can command.

Today, I’m doing a bit better. I’m trying to relax and shift my focus. The fam and I went out to the science museum yesterday afternoon to entertain Kiddo1 and for me to walk around a whole lot. We were there for about two and a half hours and I pretty much walked the entire time, pacing around Kiddo1 and Mr. Handsome as they stopped at various exhibits. That made me feel productive.

Baby2 has been kicking around a whole bunch lately. She pushes her little feet farther and farther out at my side. I love to tickle her feet and watch her pull them back. She flips between right- and left-facing once a day, too. Every morning she’s on a different side (she only seems to flip at night) and I rediscover where her feet are to know where she is. It’s a fun little game.

I scheduled an appointment with my midwife for tomorrow morning, which will hopefully give me some peace of mind. I’m asking for a cervical check which will either confirm that things are moving or confirm that I just need to wait it out. And you know what? If my parents get here (in six days) and there is no baby or I haven’t had my recovery time, they’ll just have to wait too. It is what it is.

Playing soccer: Mr. Handsome likes to take action shots

In the evening we all took Max to the park and played soccer. The running and kicking made me feel more productive, plus it was another good time with the fam that got my mind off things.

I think part of my frustration comes from the fact that I’m not at work. Not only do I feel shitty because I’m not getting paid for this time off (until the delivery date, then my six weeks of maternity leave pay kicks in), but my mind seems to have no focus. I’m not in my normal routine. I’m not getting up early (although the sleeping until 8 has been fantastic!) I’m going to bed super late because I can’t sleep anyway (still no improvement on that front) and I have no set tasks for the day, no projects to finish, no schedule to keep. Sure, I like to be lazy as much the next guy, and I’ve spent a few mornings lounging on the sofa for a couple hours, but I like to have something to accomplish each day and right now I don’t have that.

With that recognition and the determination to do something each day, I’m feeling a little better. This morning, while it was still cool in the house, I made another batch of labor cookies. Baking usually relaxes me a little, in that it gives me something to focus on. This afternoon I’ll need to come up with an outside-the-house activity to do with the fam. I believe getting out of the house helps tremendously.

I’m feeling better today knowing that my sanity endures as long as I forget about the calendar and focus on what’s important: loving this pregnancy and my awesome family!

Mind Games

I’ve made no secret of the fact that I love being pregnant and will miss it horribly when it’s over. At the same time, I know all good things must come to an end. Life must go on.

Things are coming up on the calendar that somewhat require me not being pregnant any more. I say somewhat because I suppose I could still be pregnant but some people might be disappointed. Specifically my parents as they are driving up to the PacNW in just a few short days, arriving one week from today.

When I initially conceded to their travel plans, I honestly thought this baby would arrive a little early. Kiddo1 was two weeks early and they say the second is supposed to come faster, right? Wrong. Fucking wrong!!

See, all I’ve wanted for the early postpartum period is to be left alone with Mr. Handsome, Kiddo1 and Baby2 for just a few days. A few days to bond, to sleep, to breastfeed and to generally recover. And with each passing day, I feel like my wish is slipping away from me.

This leaves me with the mind game of feeling incredibly frustrated and impatient yet trying to fight it because part of me does want to hold on to every last pregnant moment. I think I’ve been handling it fairly well (I’ve only snapped at Mr. Handsome a couple times!) but my anxiety is leading me to try more induction tactics than I wanted and just not having a very cheery disposition.

Some things I’ve tried have started to feel successful but then fizzled. Great, so now the calendar and my body have teamed up to play against my mind. Just when I think, “This could be it!” the feelings pass and my thoughts return to frustration.

I started with labor cookies last week just for fun, before I started going crazy. They brought on some Braxton-Hicks contractions, but nothing serious. I’d love to make some more cookies but it is super hot this week, we don’t have air conditioning and I don’t want to turn on my oven. So, there that.

On Sunday, I drank this soda that usually gives me some… bowel movements (partially because I love this soda, partially because I haven’t pooped in days and partially because intestinal movement can trigger contractions). I had some contractions around dinner, they got up to five minutes apart for an hour, but then they just stopped. I didn’t even poop, damn it.

Looks yummy huh? Yes, I strain the shit out of it before I chug it.

On Monday I started drinking a concoction of red raspberry leaf tea, basil and oregano three times thought the day (basil and oregano are helpful herbs). I did a bunch of yoga in the morning to loosen things up and had some spicy BBQ chicken for dinner. Again, around dinner time, the contractions heated up but cooled off around bedtime.

Speaking of bedtime, getting to sleep is suddenly a total nightmare! I’ve been trying to go to bed early, around 9, but it will be 12, 1, once even 2 AM before I could nod off. This never happens to me! I’m a great sleeper! But since Sunday things have been different.

Yesterday, Tuesday, I pulled out all the stops. Three more tea drinks throughout the day plus some acupuncture in the morning and a ton of walking. I’d never had acupuncture before, so I was excited. It felt like it was working, and the contractions came intermittently throughout the day at a stronger intensity than I had felt so far. I even took another shower and did my hair after dinner because I was convinced that was it. But here I am, not in labor and no baby.

Basil-oregano deliciousness

Today I’m still trying. Instead of making tea (that stuff is gross), I had some basil pasta from the farmers market with an extra teaspoon each of basil and oregano mixed in. I just finished that and we’re about to go out to the science museum for a bunch of walking.

I know I need to relax. I’m trying to, I swear. I’m such a control freak when it comes to these things. And I’ve struggled with this for a couple weeks now! I just want things to go my way, damnit! But there is no way to control these things. I need to remember that. Whatever happens, it will be awesome. It will work out just fine. Mind over matter!

Friday Update: Week 34

dustbusterAt 34 baby is just about 17-1/2 inches long – our Dust Buster is approximately that same length. We’ve been using our Dust Buster a good bit this week to clean up after the projects I’ve been finishing up. I’ve procrastinated on my sewing but I’ve got new mirrors hung and all wall hangings up!

Yesterday I was going to say that I’m not sure how a whole Dust Buster would fit in my belly, folded up or not. However today I can totally see it! She’s stretching herself out big time today – there are frequent movements super, super low in my abdomen and high enough that when I’m sitting (and perhaps slouching a bit), she hits my boobs at the same time. She can kick at my hips, she stretches from side to side, she’s everywhere! And her kicks aren’t so much quick movements as longer, sustained pushes of her body. She’s literally stretching as much as she can as she begins to slowly run out of space.

Anyway… 34 weeks?! Halfway through the third trimester! How did this happen? It seems like time is just flying by at this point. Six more weeks to go – seems like no time at all! Enough time to finish my sewing, I’m sure (at least I keep telling myself that!), but still, it’s right around the corner!

I’m getting more feelings of excitement for things to come in less than two months. When Baby2 pushes her little feet out my side and I give her a little foot rub, I imagine rubbing her little feet without layers of skin, muscle and uterus in between us. I’m having more daydreams of just hanging out with Baby2: snuggling with her while reading with Kiddo1, taking everyone to the park to sprawl in the sun, playing in the kiddy pool in the backyard, all that good, wholesome stuff!

Here’s some non-imaginary stuff that happened this week:

  • Total weight gain: The scale has been messing with me. It is all over the place. I’m going to say 27 pounds because I said 26-27 last week and I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment next week (but I think I’m still at 26 pounds. Shhh – don’t tell myself). I’m very happy with my weight gain thus far, though. Six weeks to go and if I can stay in the most healthy 35 pound range I will be a happy camper!
  • Cravings: I can’t get enough of snickers blizzards from DQ. I’ve had two this week alone! I can count that as calcium though, right? I’d better be careful with this craving in order to meet my weight goals! Luckily I’ve also been craving salads for lunch for the past three weeks or so, so they totally balance each other out… I’m sure of it.
  • Coolest symptom: I’ve noticed in the past week or two that Baby2 has started having brief hiccup sessions. They don’t last long and I really don’t notice them unless I’m laying down and still. I’m glad they aren’t as annoying as I’ve heard them described (and I hope that doesn’t change!).
  • Lamest symptom: I’m having a hard time with decision-making lately. I really don’t like to be bothered with any sort of decisions. I’ve been getting really frustrated feelings when I have to decide certain things. My mind doesn’t want to be bothered with real-life stuff, it would rather daydream I suppose!
  • Exercise this week (the goal is 210 minutes): I did better this week than the past two weeks, which were major fails. I still didn’t hit the goal but I did manage 75 minutes of yoga, 60 minutes of water aerobics (yes I made it this week!) and I’m marking down 20 minutes of miscellaneous cardio for playing basketball and walking to the park with the fam. That’s 155 minutes – not too shabby.

Here’s what’s new with Baby2, courtesy babycenter.com:

Your baby now weighs about 4 3/4 pounds (like your average cantaloupe) and is almost 18 inches long. Fat layers – which will help regulate your baby’s body temperature after birth – are filling your baby out, making him or her rounder. Your baby’s skin is also smoother than ever. The central nervous system is maturing, and your baby’s lungs are continuing to mature as well. If you’ve been nervous about preterm labor, you’ll be happy to know that babies born between 34 and 37 weeks who have no other health problems generally do fine. They may need a short stay in the neonatal nursery and may have a few short-term health issues, but in the long run, they usually do as well as full-term babies.

Friday Update: Week 30

PhotobucketThis week’s baby-to-object comparison takes me back to my architecture school days, as baby is the length of a concrete masonry block: just shy of 16 inches long! These blocks are about 16x8x8 (15-5/8″x7-5/8″x7-5/8″ to be precise). In school I used to measure the height and width of masonry walls by counting the bricks. Everywhere Mr. Handsome and I would go I would stare at the walls, counting. He’s happy that I’ve grown out of that habit now.

Happiness is just one of the many emotions going on in the house this week. I feel extremely lucky to have not been extremely emotional throughout this whole pregnancy. I didn’t have the first trimester angry fest that some women have (cough-Jenny McCarthy-cough). Or any of the wild mood swings that typically accompany pregnancy (although I can’t say I’ve experienced this first- or second-hand from any pregnancy person I’ve known, so I’m not sure where this impression comes from).

This week I see myself starting to just barely tip over the large incline at the beginning of the emotional roller-coaster. I remember with Kiddo1 my emotions started at about the 30th week, mostly with crying at silly things like TV commercials. Long-distance commercials (sappy), diaper commercials, I don’t know, probably car commercials and Doritos ads, too. Who knows, but my reaction was mostly not justifiable.

Plus, Mr. Handsome has still been working a lot (which is supposed to let up this week) and I realize just how much I miss him when he’s gone so much. I think the week has been good for me to do a lot of the things myself that he normally does like cook dinner, wash the dishes, do the laundry, help Kiddo1 with his homework, do the grocery shopping, basically all the daily things that normal people do. Why do I not do those things more often? I have no idea.

With the good of independence comes the bad of detachment from my best friend, the person I like to regurgitate my day to and who generally makes me feel awesome and loved and all that. I do miss that and it has made me a little sad, disconnected, etc.

Other than my emotions, Kiddo1 has started asking interesting questions this week that make me feel like he’s experiencing a small bit of anxiety about his impending siblinghood. I can’t blame him: he’s lived his whole life as an only child and that is about to change. He’s asking things like, “Will you still love me when the baby comes?” and that breaks my heart a little. It’s a completely logical question for a child to ask, but it’s sad that the thought would ever enter his mind at all. I think it is difficult for a child to understand that love can grow instead of divide.

Plus Mr. Handsome and I really don’t have experiences of our own to draw from here. I was only three when my little brother arrived – I don’t remember a damn thing other than I got to get my ears pierced. Mr. Handsome is the youngest child in his family so he was born into siblinghood.

So we continue to answer Kiddo1’s question with as much love and understanding as we can, and we continue to talk him through each new thing that comes up so he is fully prepared. That’s all I think we can do but I think it helps every time we talk about it. However he still answers third party’s question of “Are you excited?” with a flat-out “NO.” Eh, what are you gonna do right?

Anyway, let’s go through the weekly wrap-up, shall we?

  • Total weight gain: still 24 pounds! No noticeable weight gain this week – the scale has held quite steady at 138 pounds. Yet Baby2 gained another quarter pound on her own. Good job baby girl!
  • Cravings: Panera’s Mac N Cheese has been calling my name all week. I have succumbed twice but I’ve limited myself to a small bowl. (With a baguette. An apple would be better, I know, but an apple isn’t quite as good as the bread dipped in the cheese. Droooool.)
  • Coolest symptom: My belly moves when she kicks sometimes. I’m waiting for people other than me to notice this.Photobucket
  • Lamest symptom: There is nothing lamer than not being able to eat. This is the second week in a row that indigestion is my lamest symptom. On the plus side: it could be a lot worse!
  • Exercise this week (the goal is 210 minutes): 225 minutes, but I’m a little disappointed at my cardio-to-yoga ratio. Only 30 minutes of yoga, so I’ve got to work on that. My ideal scenario would be alternating yoga and cardio. I did do a great job at getting exercise over the weekend, though, so, you know, baby steps. Kiddo1 and I went on a nice bike ride to dinner last Friday night and he snapped this picture of me.

Finally, let’s check in with Baby2’s progress, courtesy babycenter.com:

Your baby’s about 15.7 inches long now, and he or she weighs almost 3 pounds (like a head of cabbage). A pint and a half of amniotic fluid surrounds your little one, but that volume will decrease as your baby gets bigger and takes up more room in your uterus. Your baby’s eyesight continues to develop, though it’s not very keen. Even after birth, your baby will keep those little peepers closed for a good part of the day. He or she will respond to changes in light but will have 20/400 vision and only make out objects a few inches from his or her face. (Normal adult vision is 20/20.)