You know…that tear wasn’t half bad, in retrospect.

Posted 01 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, please and thank you

I know, I know, I have yet to divulge the dirty deets of my labor. I’ve started writing it a few times, and then get distracted. I’m going to try to do it tonight. The more I wait, the more I forget and blur what really happened. And it’s important you know EVERYTHING that happened, internets. It will explain why I (sort of) politely requested John the Midwife and his trusty student Midwife Julie to go ahead and sew up my vag completely while they were mending my tear, because I simply was never going to utilize that area of my body EVER AGAIN.

And speaking of pain, I’m in it. No, not your typical post delivery pains of the groinal region (those are getting better)…but that of engorged ta-tas. They hurt. A LOT.

I suppose at this point I should pause and reiterate that yes, I decided to formula feed. It was the greatest decision I’ve ever made, next to deciding to start a family. The hubs has been able to be as involved as me in this whole process, which was super important since I was pretty much living on Mars for the first 18 hours after I had Abby – thanks to the drugs I was on. He changed her first diaper, gave her her first bottle. After the pregnancy I had and the not so great labor, I couldn’t IMAGINE trying to deal with breastfeeding right now. I’ve diverted from the topic at hand – my gigantic, hard boobs.

My milk came in yesterday. I naively thought I was in the clear, seeing as how it was Saturday and nothing had happened yet. Boy, was I wrong. This is only supposed to last a couple days, I think…but MY GOD. Ta-tas this huge and I can’t even show them off. (They are firmly strapped down via sports bra that I didn’t even remove to shower.)

So, yeah, in any case…I am still alive. Sleeping not much, but getting so much help (and love) from the hubs, my mother-in-law, my mother (who, even though can’t be here this first week like we’d hoped – has been nothing but awesome as my “24 hour help line/psychiatric assistant”) as well as our dads and countless friends and family. I’ll get hormonal/drunken frat boy and say I LOVE YOU ALL. No, seriously dude. I LOVE YOU.

Your gift to Abby…

Posted 28 Oct 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, please and thank you

…if you would please…

They restarted the vote count…AGAIN! (If you’re confused, see this post from a couple days ago)…so if you could again do me all a favor and click the hell outta the link on the right that says “We’re Listed!” (or for you RSS readers, the banner at the bottom of each update) – that would be swell!

(We were doing so well – this blog was ranked 19th! And now…pffftt. So, if you could help out with a bunch of clicks on those, that’d be the greatest virtual gift to give to Abby!)

Thanks everyone!

Abigail Rita.

Posted 28 Oct 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, paparazzi
born october 27, 2009
6 pounds 6 ounces
20 inches long
she is beautiful.
more to come.

What’s puffy and reflex-y and going to have a baby today?

Posted 26 Oct 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, The Hubs

That’s right, your mom.

No wait…I mean, me.

The verdict is in: pregnancy-induced hypertension. My BP was elevated, gained 3lbs since Thursday and protein was in the pee again. And after feeling like ass yesterday, John the Midwife made the call – today is the day.

The hubs and I are at home, repacking our already packed hospital bags and getting ready to go to L&D. They’re going to start by breaking my water – I’m at 5cms today, so…here’s hoping I don’t speed through this! My parents are getting their shit together and driving back in the next hour…it takes about 5 hours to get here. I just hope they’re here in time!


I’ll blog/tweet as I can. Follow me on twitter (link on the right in my blog) if you’d like to stay posted. :)

What the hell was THAT?

Posted 26 Oct 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much

Posted at 12:44am – so when I say “tomorrow,” that really means today. FYI. :)

As I was saying goodnight to the hubs and getting ready to settle in on the couch, I started getting a sensation something along the lines of “this kid finally punched through my cervix and I know if I check I’ll have an arm hanging out of my vag.” I’m not joking. I started panicking a little. Every movement the ninja made felt like things were just opening up for it to fall out.

Then I remembered that since my water still hasn’t broken, that thankfully, that is not possible.

However, I am in full panic mode about WTF is going on down there. My pants-baby fears are not being quelled. I just spent the last 30 minutes googling “10 cms without pain” and “full dilation without warning.” Luckily there wasn’t much. But I’m still worried.

Huhhh, now the kid is awake and moving again. Sleep is not happening tonight. I just know it.

I have an “appointment” with John the Midwife tomorrow (appointment meaning I have to call and find out when to come in tomorrow morning) and part of me is wishing for induction or maybe “holy crap you’re 8 cms dilated – to Labor & Delivery!” just because I can’t imagine living with this baby-falling-out sensation for much longer.