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So this is what death’s door looks like…

Posted 10 Jun 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much

I tried adding the words “Put me out of my misery.” to my tweet this morning, but I ran out of room.

But honestly, I feel that way. I REALLY felt like that while I was laying in bed last night, and only slightly feel that way today.

I am SO OVER being sick. If you’re not a twitter follower of me, you may not have known that Monday afternoon, my cold (which was a month in already) decided to go ahead and START ALL OVER AGAIN…with the stuffy, snotty nose, coughing, sweats and everything else that is having a cold. I was thinking I was finally getting over it, even though the chest pain that started a little over a week ago hadn’t subsided.

So, yesterday morning after my shower, I decided I officially was not going to work. I could barely move from the chest pain and was going through a kleenex every 3 minutes. Not to mention every earth shattering cough and sneeze was triggering the occasional braxton hicks.

Around 3pm when the hubs came home with the car, I took myself to Urgent Care. Got myself an x-ray (which I fully stressed myself with but feel better now) and exam – no pneumonia, no blood clot in the lung, possible bronchitis. I was given a Z-Pack and Tylenol w/Codine that I’m not so sure I want to take, even though it’s safe.

Last night, I was fully doped up on antibiotics, Robitussin, and Sudafed. I felt better, but felt guilty about all I was putting this little bean through. I’m pretty sure all this kid knows are PB&Js, pickles, and the sound of momma’s cough. And that makes me sad. When I finally went to bed, I felt so guilty and crappy and like a horrible fetus host that I almost started to cry. Luckily, I still had enough sense to realize that my Sudafed would be wearing off soon and any crying would only worsen the nasal issues I was having, so I convinced the waterworks to knock it off.

So here we are today. I’m at work, still feeling miserable (the Robitussin is on board so that’s helping), but at least feeling the babe’s kicks so I know it’s not too crabby with me. Today, operation HEALTHY MOMMA begins. The hubs and I will kick it off with a grocery store trip this evening.

18 Weeks.

Posted 09 Jun 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, paparazzi

How far along? 18 weeks
Total weight gain/loss: About +5 lbs.
Maternity clothes? Still wearing them. Still heavenly.

Stretch marks? I’ve begun treating the ones on my thighs with Mederma. We’ll see how that goes.

Sleep: Lately, it’s been good. Been utilizing the body pillow the last few nights.

Best moment this week: Just feeling more movement again!

Movement: I haz it.

Food cravings: Fruit has been sounding delish.

Gender: Back to thinking boy but wishing girl.

Labor Signs: Sadly, Braxton Hicks struck this week. (Although not REAL labor.)

Belly Button in or out? Still innie. Still wider.

What I miss: Beer, but the O’doul’s Amber is DELISH.

What I am looking forward to: Next Tuesday’s BIG u/s! (Although we won’t find out the sex.) :(

Weekly Wisdom: KEEP DRINKING YOUR WATER! BH SUCKS.

Milestones: Learning what contractions feel like.

The "Fruit:" 18 Weeks.

Posted 09 Jun 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business

Your fetus has become amazingly mobile (at least compared to you), passing the hours yawning, hiccuping, rolling, twisting, kicking, punching, sucking and swallowing. And, baby’s finally big enough that you’ll be able to feel those movements soon.

(That’s a sweet potato. Yeah, I was confused too.)

Hilarity.

Posted 08 Jun 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, the cats

Look what was in my mailbox today! Sophie! So of course, I opened up the package to play with her. (The babylegs came today too, but those aren’t as much fun to play with.)

I guess I didn’t really realize how much she squeaked. Or, how much that squeak sounds like the squeak of our cat Boo’s mousies.

Or how much that squeak drives Boo ABSOLUTELY INSANE. Every time I squeeze the thing Boo-boo seems to think that it’s automatically THROW SOPHIE time because he runs around in circles waiting for it to be thrown so he can run after it and sink his naughty teeth into it.

Hell NO, Boo. This toy will never be yours. That doesn’t mean that I won’t squeak it and fake throw it for HOURS just so I can laugh at you. Muah-ah-AH!

Dearest Braxton Hicks,

Posted 08 Jun 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business

I wasn’t expecting you so soon! It was a bit of a surprise to me yesterday as the hubs and I were driving to see “Up” that suddenly it felt like my pants were digging into my uterus. But alas, it was just you. And you scared the hell outta me.

I silently was thinking “I’m having contractions” and thought about saying it aloud, but didn’t want to alarm the hubs. It was only you, and for the most part, you are relatively harmless. (Albeit annoying.)

You continued to visit me throughout the movie, and the drive home. I learned after pulling out the trusty “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” that you can be triggered by dehydration. Guilty. I knew I was dehydrated when I woke up, yet I didn’t properly rehydrate, instead I downed movie theater popcorn and a cherry coke like they were going out of style. This decision only added to my dehydration, and by the time I got to the car, I had chugged two bottles of water to try to redeem myself.

I was better last night. Today, you came back. Uninvited-again.

The nurse has informed me that I must drink 65 ounces of water a day to stay properly hydrated. Needless to say I have been not doing that. AT ALL. So today, I hope, is your last day of visit, Braxton Hicks, my friend. Nothing personal.

Signed,
jennabee