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Second verse, same as the first.

Posted 11 Apr 2014 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, motherhood, not so much

It’s nearly 4:30am. I’ve been awake for 2 hours now. Most nights I would just attribute this to pregnancy insomnia, but I think my mind is definitely not focusing on sleep. It’s been a weird day in the land of fetus gestation.

The past couple of weeks have been insane. Non-stop house preparations, and more uncomfortable everything in the baby department. He felt like he’d moved head down, but with that move came more lightning crotch (cervix hits, and plenty) and also a lot more pressure. Walking to work from Abby’s daycare has been taking me twice as long, with plenty of near stopping just to make the pressure go away.

I brought all of this up to John the Midwife today at my 31 week appointment. We both agreed that it was just second pregnancy fun (he suggested I invest in a pregnancy support belt) and we carried on with the exam.

Sure enough, baby boy IS now head down (one good thing), and low. John checked me for any signs of cervical change (last week was thick and normal), and it took him for what felt like forever, before he declared that things were starting to change. It was soft and maybe 1cm dilated. For anyone playing along at home, I didn’t really have any issues of this sort until about 33 weeks with Abby, so things are happening a little more quickly this time. John seemed concerned. He told me to take the day off work and ordered a Betamethasone shot (read: steroid) to mature baby’s lungs, in case shit hits the fan and I go into labor in the next few weeks.

(Sidenote: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD did that shot hurt. Like, the Rhogam shot in the ass hurts pretty bad, but this was like someone injected a shot of fireball into my buttcheek. It’s STILL sore.)

I came home from my appointment to an evening of Braxton Hicks that warranted a chat with the on-call midwife, as I had 8-9 per hour for about 90 minutes. Eventually they calmed down, but I felt crampy for the rest of the night. The in-laws picked up Abby, where she spent the night and will spend the day so I can rest. Which brings us to…now. Me, on the couch because I can’t sleep, writing a blog post.

But..that’s not the end of it. Tomorrow (well, I guess today – HI NEARLY 5 AM) I’m to rest all day, and then at 5:30pm, I’m supposed to go to triage at labor & delivery to get hooked up to monitors to see if I’m contracting, get a second Betamethasone shot, a fetal fibronectin test (which could only serve to be helpful if it’s negative), and have another cervix check. I’m really wary of another check, simply because of how much the last one hurt, and the amount of contractions I had just a few hours afterwards.

Did I mention our house goes on the market in the next 48 hours?

Yeah, I’m not falling asleep anytime soon.

Where to begin?

Posted 22 Jan 2014 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, blog bidnass, house stuffs, motherhood, The Hubs

Two months ago I blogged about how “other stuff was happening” that I would blog about eventually.

Well, yesterday we found out that “other stuff” is actually a boy.

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Interwebs – meet Abby’s little brother. He’s due in early June.

In other news, the hubs was diagnosed as having Celiac Disease. We’ve been working on creating a gluten-free life for him, and slowly are making our house safe as well.

We’re trying to figure out what to do about our house…especially now that we’re adding a 4th member (or 5th, if you count the cat) to our family. And also trying to figure out how to afford childcare, as our current place of care will run about $2400/month for two kids. Which…no.

So…lots of crazy, uncertainty, and excitement in our house.  Also THERE’S A BOY IN MY BELLY, which is weird and I’m still adjusting to.

As always, you’re better off following me on Twitter or Instagram, since I’m there way more than here. But that’s what’s up for now. :)

The Keyhole

Posted 20 Aug 2013 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, motherhood

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Every night, Abby asks us to sit outside her door after we tuck her in. And every night, we pretend to and then go to bed.

Last night, Abby called our bluff. She called for one of us, asked why we weren’t behind the door, and when we said we were, she said…

“No, you weren’t. I looked through the keyhole and you were in bed.”

We were outsmarted by a 3 year old.

The 4th of July Staycation

Posted 11 Jul 2013 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category house stuffs, marriage, motherhood, paparazzi

I hate the word “staycation.” And I just used it in a post title. Apocalypse Maybe.

Anyway, HI. Long time no…type. I’m alive. Clearly.

Over the 4th…the hubs and I ended up with a four-day weekend. I nearly exploded with excitement, mostly because FOUR DAYS OFF. AND NO REAL PLANS. At least, plans that would take us away from home. It was glorious.

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To celebrate the beginning of a LONGGGGG weekend, we got tickets to the Twins game and brought Abby, who requested cotton candy, chicken strips, french fries, popcorn and gum. And when the game was over and the fireworks began, used her trusted blankie as some sort of invisibility cloak.

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On the holiday itself, we headed to a lake and I managed to burn my stomach and one knee (thanks spray sunscreen!), and lots of swimming and lounging was to be had. It got up to nearly 90 (and stayed there all weekend) so the lake was an excellent choice. We had planned to bring Abby to see more fireworks in the evening, but after the previous night’ s “if I’m under this blanket the fireworks aren’t really happening” move, we decided to leave her with Papa & Nana and go watch fireworks with our friends. And drink. And also drink. And stay out late sans kid.

The next day I woke up and my hair looked like this.

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90+ degree heat and drinking and hangover will apparently have some sort of affect on me.

We spent a good chunk of Friday at the movie theater, taking Abby to her first ever movie, Despicable Me 2. Her review was “I didn’t like the movie, but the hummus was good.” (They have fun size packages of hummus at our movie theater. Which…if they had that at the theater when I was a kid…I probably would have thrown up on it. It’s like sneaking vegetables into a movie theater. WRONG. But…in our case THANK YOU FOR SELLING HUMMUS, AMC.) So essentially, she liked being at the theater, just wasn’t a huge fan of the movie. She’s stoked for when “Planes” comes out.

Saturday we went to a BBQ at a friend’s house, and Sunday was a lazy day with one house showing and a 3 hour nap for myself. A win, if I do say so.

As for the house, we’re nearing our 50th showing and still no offers to be had. It’s almost comical at this point. I joked to our realtor that maybe this is karma for the nearly 100 houses we looked at before even making an offer on the one we’re now trying to sell…but it’s seeming less “HAHA” funny and more of a “quiet, silently weeping” kind of funny. Someday someone will buy it. I just hope it’s still 2013 when that happens.

I’ve been actively attempting to learn to run lately as well, and I can honestly say I really enjoy it. Unfortunately, it’s taken me over 2 months to complete the first week of my training app I have on my iPhone (it’s called Get Running and I adore it), due to my lack to time to run…but I’ve been finding more time lately, and hurting less after I run. I think I’ve finally reached the point where I want to run more than I feel like I have to. Points for a less sloth-like existence!

I’m a Negative Nancy.

Posted 05 Jun 2013 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category marriage, motherhood, RAD

And I could not be happier.

Last Thursday, for the first time since December, I pissed on a pregnancy test and got a negative. (That means not pregnant…in case there was any confusion.)

And today, I had the final blood draw that indicated I am officially no longer showing the pregnancy hormone. I totally have a vacant uterus AND I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER.

Thing is, a month ago, this was not even close to being the case. A month ago, I had to have another D&C to get rid of remaining tissue that wasn’t taken care of the first time. This time though? They FINALLY got it all. I am finally back to being “normal.”

Meanwhile, nobody wants to buy our house, I’m swamped at work, and my kid just farted on me 4 times and exclaimed that she simply “can’t stop.” So…while things are annoying and my kid is turning out to be gross…I have something to be happy about.

Oh. And something else. I TOTALLY SCORED FLOOR TICKETS TO JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE. (In February 2014.) If the stars align, I’ll be the (possibly pregnant) lady in her mid-30′s laugh-crying because she’s so close to the guy on stage wearing a suit & tie. Also standing next to her husband who is pretending to not know who the crazy lady is next to him.

 

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