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Christmas in Review, and more Signs and Symptoms!

So far, still pregnant, so Seedling can at least rest easy she will not have her birthday ON Christmas. Although, signs are looking good for sooner rather than later… (More on that later in the post)

We had a lovely Christmas yesterday. Yes, we are Orthodox and that means we sometimes celebrate Holidays on different days but we still celebrate Christmas on the 25th ūüôā there are some Orthodox that follow the “old calendar” and celebrate Christmas in January, but those are churches mostly in Eastern Europe. To learn a little more about that and the “12 Days of Christmas” check out this link:

But back to our lovely day. Although it didn’t start out so lovely. Hubster threw his back out and literally could not get out of bed. Since I’ve seen him push through some pretty intense pains, it breaks my heart to see him so down. Especially on a important, celebratory Holiday! We made the decision that he should just stay home and I would go to my dads for brunch. I knew my emotions were just a bit on overdrive, feeling bad for Hubster home alone, worried my family would be upset/angry that Hubster wasn’t there, very aware of the humbleness of the gifts I was about to give… My family has always made a big deal out if the holidays, but Christmas seems to bring out the extravagant generosity… And usually means quite a bit of money spent in beautiful, wonderful, thoughtful gifts. We just didn’t have the money to reciprocate in quite the same way and I didn’t want anyone to feel that the smallness of the gifts in any way reflected a minimal love or thought… Anyway, I should have known my family would totally understand that things are tight for us right now. And everyone was very sweet and understanding about Hubster. My stepmom was scatter brained about getting brunch together, but that was the biggest hiccup. It was so wonderful to see my brother and his wife and their kids. The son is 3 and their daughter is 13 months, and this was the first time I got to meet my niece! It was just so great to spend time together, catching up and watching my dad play with his grand kids, watch my brother be a wonderful and fun father, watch my brother and his wife get to spend time together. (With my brother in the military, SIL has to function like a single mom a lot of the time.). Everyone got along without unnecessary family drama, everyone gave a lot of love, and a lot of loving, thoughtful gifts. I wish we could be together more often for moments like that.

Dinner was to be done with my mom. When she heard Hubster was out of commission she offered to pack up the entire dinner and presents and being them to our place. But after talking with Hubster some more we decided we should just go to her place. Since Hubster hadn’t moved most of the day he felt somewhat up to the idea of going out, and with his back out and me so pregnant there would be no one to help my mom carry all that stuff up the three flights of stairs to our apartment!

So we got into the car and drove over, all of Hubster’s gifts from my dad and brother still in the car. We got to my moms and between her and me we brought in the gifts and helped Hubster to a comfy spot on her couch. We started with cookies and tea and present opening. Much like my dad and brother she totally outdid herself, we really appreciate all the thoughtfulness and generosity with things we greatly wanted and needed. Dinner was delicious and casual, aside from the gun debate my mom and Hubster had… It was very civilized but they both hold to very opposite opinions and all I could think about was someone taking it too far and it blowing up, but it didn’t. (Just a side note… perhaps someday I will write a post about my feelings on guns, but today is not that day. The issue of guns is an emotional one for both sides and I recognize that all any of use want is to feel we and our families are safe. Please don’t turn the comments section into a place to air your opinions at this time). We had pie and eggnog and watched one of the many movies we reviewed, “My Fe.llow Amer.icans” which is a great satire about politics and makes fun of both parties, and seemed particularly timely after the political discussion over dinner.

Came home and was able to consolidate the mountain of gifts for as few trips as possible. (While at my moms she shared what I can only guess was prescription strength ibuprofen with Hubster so he was feeling quite a bit more mobile and was able to help). We fed the pets and went to bed. Last night was another frequent-trip-to-the-bathroom-night. This time with a little light pink “bloody show”. This morning it was a mix of light pink and a little brown. I’ve been continuing to have sporadic Braxton Hicks “uterine aches” but nothing very concrete. So I called up Doula P just to check in. We had a very nice chat and she said not to worry that contractions weren’t really happening. It could still be a while yet but these are all good signs my body is getting ready for labor. (Plus the softer stools I’ve been having). I had planned to run several errands but with the symptoms and the fact that I’m still working to get over a cold she advised me to stay home and try to nap since my sleep is all messed up. I’m in a weird place of being fidgety and restless but also tired so I have yet to be able to nap. Hoping that by typing this all up my brain will stop buzzing and allow me to sleep!

I hope you all had really wonderful holidays with lots of love with people you hold dear!


A Cheesy Warm’N’Fuzzy Christmas Post

It is Christmas Eve. ¬†My mind flits over the last year, to the Christmas of last year, and the past couple of Christmases…

I am so completely¬†overcome with thankfulness and¬†gratefulness¬†for the life in my tummy. ¬†Things have been pretty tight around here, (all the free time and money has been spent on getting ready for Seedling) so that Hubster and I realized we wouldn’t have time or money to really do any thing for one another. ¬†But we both feel that we’re the luckiest people, and just having a full term, healthy pregnancy is the best gift we could possibly think of. ¬†I think of all those Christmases, thinking I would trade any and every gift under the tree for a child. ¬†I find such joy in every wiggle and roll, reminding me that she’s still in there, and still doing ok. ¬†Tears come to my eyes for all the years of heartache that are now balanced by such overwhelming joy and contentment.

Hubster had to go into work this morning, so I got up with him at 5 this morning and made cinnamon rolls and eggs so that he could at least have a tasty breakfast on Christmas Eve. ¬†We’re hoping he will get off work in time to make it to our church’s Vespers service tonight. ¬†Then tomorrow morning we’re going over to my dads, and having brunch with him, my stepmom, my brother and his wife and kids. ¬†And in the evening we will celebrate with my mom.

So I thought I would put together a little compilation of my bump shots… and include a picture I actually took right before I got pregnant! ¬†I took it as a way of celebrating losing 40 pounds, having no idea that my abdomen would be growing again! (And ya, I’m sucking in my tummy, but I think it still counts to show where I WAS!)

Pre Pregnancy (March 9th 2012), 12 Weeks, 16 Weeks, 20 Weeks, 24 Weeks, 28 Weeks, 30 Weeks, 34 Weeks, 35 Weeks, 36 Weeks, 37 Weeks, 38 Weeks, 39 Weeks (December 23rd 2012)

IMG_050612 Weeks Belly Shot on Fathers Day 2.016 weeks pregnant (2)20 Weeks Bump Shot (3)24 weeks 9-9-12 (3)28 weeks 10-6-1230 weeks 10-21-1234 Weeks35 Weeks36 weeks pregnant37 Weeks 12-9-1238 weeks39 weeks

Can I Call in “Overwhelmed and Pregnant” to Work Tomorrow?

Today was quite the day…. but let me rewind a little bit.

I forgot to mention in my previous posts that I have been on the lookout for impending-labor-symptoms. ¬†Not the stupid-obvious ones that baby websites tell you about, but the subtle ones moms tell you about. ¬†Increased cervical mucus, changes in bowel movements, changes in hunger/thirst/energy. ¬†Things that probably lots of people miss just because they aren’t being aware of themselves. ¬†Sporadically in the last two weeks or so I have been seeing some cervical mucus on the toilet paper. ¬†This has turned into quite the obsession. ¬†It used to be when I got up to pee 50milliontimesanight, I would just go in, in the dark because I hated trying to adjust to¬†glaring¬†lights and then adjusting to pitch black as I stumble back to the bed. ¬†But not anymore. ¬†I turn that light and LOOK at the toilet paper. ¬†Any cervical mucus? ¬†How much? ¬†Consistency? ¬†Any tinges of a bloody show perhaps???

In the¬†beginning¬†of seeing it, I would only see it about once a day, very egg-white in¬†consistency¬† ¬†However Tuesday I found a little glop of it in my¬†underwear¬†(which in all my times of infertility and treatments and TTC I NEVER saw cervical mucus on my¬†underwear¬†-I just didn’t produce that much) and then again I saw some today! ¬†And today, it seems to be changing from egg-white-y to more sticky-“rubber-cement” in consistence, and more than in the last few days. ¬†So… maybe we aren’t *too* far away from progress?

Ok, but back to timeline-style. ¬†Last night I was speaking with my mom when it came up that she had¬†contacted¬†Doula P, both by email and by phone. ¬†Why? Why?! WHY?!?! ¬†To discuss if my mother and/or father could do some kind of “trade” for her services so that Hubster and I wouldn’t have to pull as much money out of savings. ¬†I was¬†literally¬†struck dumb. ¬†I was so caught off¬†guard¬† WHO DOES THAT?! ¬†Who contacts a person’s¬†business¬†relationships to discuss changing the contract??? ¬†And then she goes on about how she wants to contact Hubster’s mother to discuss Hubster’s trust. ¬†WTF?! ¬†I made it pretty dang clear that was NOT ok. ¬†But I was so upset at the time I really didn’t say much of anything. ¬†My mom has done SO MUCH for us, and helped us in a lot of ways, I don’t want her to think we don’t appreciate that. ¬†But I feel so violated and¬†belittled¬†that she would do that! ¬†I couldn’t sleep last night, couldn’t eat breakfast this morning I was so upset. ¬†I contacted my SIL (brother’s wife) to talk about it. ¬†She is really familiar with my mom, and I felt would be a good sounding board in case I was overreacting. ¬†But she encouraged me to write my mom an email (which I have done, just waiting for SIL to get back to me about her thoughts – to make sure I didn’t go overboard) and address this because it is just SO NOT OK.

Then I lost track of time and had to run out the door to make my lactation consultation.  Which went really well, the woman looked at my nipples, discussed some tools to help train my right nipple to be less flat, and showed me how to express my milk (which was totally cool, and also a little gross as the same time.) and said that could also help to train my nipple to be less flat, plus it never hurts to have a little extra Colostrum saved in the freezer!

So home I went, and did dishes, messed around on the laptop, picked up my knitting…. I’m starting to think that my knitting projects just will not be done in time for Christmas. ¬†Thankfully I have some other homemade gifts, but it feels so… inadequate to do just the small things. ¬†But I found a lot of relief in the idea that these could become Birthday presents for later in the year – not that it is an excuse to put it off, but I am just being realistic that Christmas is TUESDAY, and I work tomorrow, Sunday is church… I just really will not have any time to get them done before Christmas.

I also sent an email out to Doula P¬†apologizing¬†for the craziness that is my mother, and asked that if my mom said or did anything to offend her that I am SO VERY SORRY. ¬†I am just so beyond humiliated. ¬†I haven’t heard back from her yet…

(On a side note – I was so distracted and upset by my mom’s violation of trust that I¬†completely¬†forgot to feed the dogs and cats their breakfast until 3pm!)

Oh, and the girl a friend had “highly” recommended I contact about being our nanny? I had called and spoke with her yesterday… first impression on the phone I was not impressed… she called back today and left a message saying she isn’t interested/available/whatever. ¬†Which on one hand is fine. But I spent quite a bit of time researching day cares in my area that would be open extended hours to¬†accommodate¬†my job… 3 out of 4 had a lot of red flags, and the 4th has not returned my contact inquiry. ¬†Feeling a little lot anxious about having any kind of option of returning to work…

Then out again for the updated ultrasound. ¬†Looks like all of Dr.B’s concerns about a “big baby” were unfounded. ¬†She is measuring at 7lbs 4oz. ¬†Yay! ¬†The technician was like “I don’t know what he was talking about. ¬†No 12 pound babies in there! ¬†You’d have to be pregnant for a LOT longer to reach that.” ¬†Seemed like everything was perfectly normal. ¬†Unfortunately I didn’t get any new pictures – the baby is so big on the monitor that it would be like a close up of someone’s face – too difficult to really distinguish what anything was. ¬†And in the time it took for her to do her (very quick!) ultrasound, I felt myself getting hot and then my hearing got dimmed… So having all of Seedling’s 7+pounds on my vena cava was making me faint. ¬†Thank goodness the tech was so fast! ¬†I brought my knees up and rolled over and sipped some water and am now perfectly fine but that was NOT fun.

Got home and had a brief chat with SIL, because she had been talking with my mom a little while ago… turns out my mother CALLED THE HOSPITAL. ¬†I seriously could pull my hair out. ¬†What the hell?! ¬†I am not some 6 year old child who needs someone to hold me hand and double check that I’m doing all my research and homework. ¬†So I’m feeling impatient for SIL to get back to me about the email so I can send that out.

This crap is just not going to fly.

I am so ready for this day to be over.

How to Survive the Holidays:

Step one: Either coerce someone to go to the store for you, or brave the crowds yourself.

Step two: Purchase a Ferrara Chocolate Ball.

¬† They come in a variety of flavors, but the one pictured is the classic one I grew up getting in my stocking every year.¬† (Now I know why my parents bought so many…)

Step three: As long as you are out, grab a bottle of wine.¬† May I suggest the Gnarly Head Pinot Noir?¬† Brings out the flavors of the orange and chocolate beautifully.¬† For those who can’t (or don’t like to) drink alcohol, I suggest a fancy-shmancy-snootie-type tea.¬† I like Republic of Tea’s Cinnamon Vanilla myself…

Step four: Get home.¬† (Or have the person you coerced to brave the crowds and traffic get their tushie’s home)

Step five: Poor a glass of wine ASAP.  Take a contemplative sip.  Then another.  Repeat, liberally.

Step six:¬† Smash the chocolate ball.¬† Hard.¬† Several times.¬† If you don’t do it hard enough, the pieces wont properly break.¬† Feel the pent up rage and frustration flow through your body, down your arm, and out of your body. Ooooo.¬†¬† Ahhhhh.

Step seven: Unwrap the chocoalty goodness.  Eat.  Drink.  And be merry!

After almost having a break down in the grocery store as I attempted to plan a fabulous-yet-easy Christmas Eve meal that Husbter could make (since I am working tomorrow) I gave up and did the above.

I feel SOOOO much better.

And Hubster has volunteered to both plan, shop and cook the dinner for tomorrow.

I love my husband.