Early Spring Cleaning

I decided to jump start my spring cleaning today and the kitchen is nearly done.  I normally spend a day in each room, but it's getting harder to be up on my feet and climbing around so it's going to take a little longer...at least there.  On the plus side, the walls are wiped, windows cleaned, curtains washed, cabinets wiped, and the entry way is done too.  Tomorrow we will tackle the appliances, the rest of the dishes, the counters, and the stove.  In between buckets of water I was taking breaks to sew together my cloth wipes, but my dad's sewing machine is really weird and for the life of me I cannot get the bobbin re-threaded.  I nearly chucked it into the wall at one point.  It was then that I decided that washing walls was more therapeutic than sewing.  LoL!  I would have LOVED to get the laundry done today too, but the washer was acting up again.  Hopefully it behaves the rest of the week cause I've got some dipes coming in!

The front room really wont take that long, just a matter of sweeping, windows, the walls, curtains, and vacuuming the furniture if my back cooperates.  Normally I can do that and the bathroom all in the same day.  I'm hoping that this week goes by faster than last with all the cleaning.  It really felt like last week would NEVER end.  I dont know why.

Saturday is my baby shower and I've decided that if anyone comments about how "huge" I am I'm just walking out.  I really cannot take it any more.  I've always been sort of inwardly touchy about my size even when NOT pregnant.  After Luke was born I came very close to developing an eating disorder.  It's just healthier for me to stay away from the comments.  I begrudingly went to the grocery store today...cause if I didnt the boys would starve all week...and drug my feet about it till after 1pm.  I get there and my back is killing me, my hip is threatening to go out of place, and I feel like I'm about 3 feet away from the cart I'm TRYING to push.  A lady I know walks up to me and asks if I'm ok.  I say, "Yes.  I just feel really huge.  My back is killing me."  She sort of chuckles at me and says, "well, honey, that's because you are!"  She then goes on and on about how tight all my clothes are.  *sigh*  I feel guilty for the banana I just ate....at the same time I want a dozen cookies because if I'm going to be the size of house I might as well enjoy what I'm eating.

On that note, it's time to start supper...and then I get to go back out in public to get Luke from school.  If you hear of a pregnant woman getting thrown in jail for homicide in central Ohio....That's me.

I just need to vent

I'm pregnant, I'm hormonal...please just bear with me for a second while I vent a little bit.

Does NO ONE on this planet realize how incredibly hurtful it is to comment about someone else's size?  If you see an over weight person on the street you do not walk up to them and tell them they look as though they are going to explode, they are the size of a house, or if they saved any food for anyone else.  You dont see people doing that because it is rude and hurtful to the other person.  Why is it then that if that person is PREGNANT they must endure countless comments about their size?  "Are you SURE it's not Twins because one looks like it was hiding during the US"...."You'll never make it to your due date with out exploding"..."You are literally the size of a house!"...."Watch out!  Here comes the pregnant woman!  Make room!"....."I swear you doubled in size the past two weeks!"...."Maybe it's triplets!"..."Man, that's going to hurt coming out."..."You REALLY think you can loose all that weight?"   I could go on and on and that is just the things I've heard today....in church.  Yeah.  And people wonder why I dont leave my house.  My grandma is the worst of them all.  She literally cannot let 15 minutes go by without a comment about my size.  I'm not exaggerating because I timed her today.  Seriously.

I'm 32 weeks pregnant.  I'm miserable.  I'm tired and hungry and hot all the time.  And now I have to endure fat comments at every turn.  That makes me feel much better about myself.  Thanks. 

It has gotten to the point to where I dont even respond.  I literally just glare at them and then turn around and walk away.  The kicker...they DONT get the hint.  Landon tried to gently hint to someone that a pregnant woman should not be told such things and they proceeded to VERY sarcastically tell me I looked amazing and was glowing.  I mean it was DRIPPING.  I seriously dont even want to take my son to and from school during the week because I'm afraid I'll have to talk to someone who will make a comment about my size and then I'll go off on them.  The next person who says anything will be met with, "Would you say that to me if I wasnt pregnant?  Then dont say it now, please."



Ok....off my soapbox.  Thanks for letting me get all that off my chest.  You guys are great!

Thankful for the Pain

I was laying in bed last night...trying to go to sleep...and of course this is normally when our squirmy little one wants to wake up and play.  He will start poking and rolling...snuggling around when he's had his fill of playing.  I will giggle, occasionally complain when his pokes are too hard and they hurt, chase him around poking him back to get him to do it more.  Silly mom.  Last night I felt a few snuggles and then nothing.  I rubbed my belly, poked around, and talked to him.  All the things that make me look like a nut job, but he loves so who cares.  NOTHING. Couldnt find him to save my life.  I was so confused and honestly starting to get a little scared.  Did I stand up wrong off the couch and squish him?  Did he wrap the cord?  Why is he so still?  Landon came in and laughed at me, but I was concerned.  I just lost one baby lets please not play around with this one.  And then Landon spoke and I felt this little flutter deep in my hip and towards the back of my spine...and it dawned on me...He HATES to be cold and here I was shirt up, covers off just staring at my belly.  He's nuts over Landon enough (poor kid) that hearing his voice got him to give up his hiding place.  I burst into relieved/nervous laughter and covered up my belly.  Landon looked at me funny and I said, "He's cold!"  His response was, " Well Duh, mom!  That wiggle was his way of saying 'Really Dad?  This is my mom?  She doesnt even know I hate the cold!'"  As soon as this exchange was over I felt a very familiar little squirm start in my hip and continue until it had reached it's favorite spot on my right side, on the mattress of the bed, just above my hip.  He then continued his show by poking the living daylights out of me for 15 minutes.  It hurt like the dickens and I reveled in each and every jab.


It's moments like these that make me realise that no matter how far along I am I just cant relax.  I wont feel at ease until he is OUT and in my arms.  Up until that moment he is handed to me I'm probably going to be living in some degree or another of anxiety and fear that something is going to happen.  I often get the "hand it over to God" lecture....but I have an issue with that.  If God took my Nessa, who's to say that He wont decide to do it again?  I do my best, but I just cant fully trust that all is ok.  I've heard too many horror stories since our miscarriage about babies who got tangled up in the cord as they were descending and died, or wrapped the cord around a leg and got hung up in there...stuff like that.  All I can do is pray that Daniel is fine, and try to accept that he is. 

It really helps when you are greeted each morning with a few dozen kicks and jabs :)

*Sigh* Here we go Again

I was NEVER sick my entire pregnancy with Luke.  NEVER.  I thought pregnancy must give you some ubber awesome immune system to protect the baby.  Wow, was I ever wrong. 

My doctor explained to me, after my HPV flared up out of no where leaving me fearing cancer while pregnant, that pregnancy actually SUPPRESSES your immune system.  (By the way, biopsy results came back last week and all is well).  It made sense after I thought about it that way.  One immune system with two bodies.  I can see how that would put a damper on things.  I didnt realise that I would eventually be cringing in literal terror every time my kindergartener got within 4 feet of me.  Seriously.  I dread him coming over near me because he has been sick off and on since Christmas....which of course means I have been too.  Each time I get better he gets sick...and then I get it again.  I have spent the past two days going EVERYWHERE behind him with disinfectant wipes because he cant keep his hands out of his mouth or nose and then he has to randomly touch EVERYTHING he walks past.  I finally made him stay in his room at one point. 

So then I get up this morning and I feel feverish, but my temp is 96.something, my throat is sore, my nose is clogged, and my entire head is congested.  Thanks Luke.  If I'm lucky it will go no farther and in a few days I will be fine, however, this is EXACTLY how the bronchitis started.  Yeah.  They warned me that EVERYTIME I get ANYTHING upper respiratory from here on out I am more than likely looking at bronchitis.  It was THAT bad before.  I feel horrible for not wanting to be around Luke, and we've tried explaining it but he doesnt seem to understand....but I just really cant afford to be sick like that again.  On the plus side, he is spending this weekend with his dad so hopefully that will give me a few days to recoup...and KEEP the house disinfected.  *sigh*

30 week checkup

Today I had my 30 check up with Dr. H and it was so full of good news!  Daniel was pretty much all over the place while I was in the waiting room.  I was wondering if they would able to get his heart beat he was soooo squirmy, but Doc had no trouble whatsoever!  He put the doppler down and there was Daniel, chugging along!  He must have been really up close because his heart beat was so clear and loud.  I think the doctor was having as much fun listening as I was because he just sort of left it there and listened even after declaring him "perfect." 

After having Eclampsia while in labor with Luke....and Pre-E for a few weeks before hand, my blood pressure is a HUGE issue with me.  I normally run around 104 so they say to add 30 points for your hypertension rate if you run low...that puts me at 134 ish as my trouble zone.  If I get around 120 I'm concerned though.  It's one of those things that once it starts going it keeps going...plus you never know about labor.  Today it was only 112!!!  I was so thrilled!

After gaining so much weight through out my pregnancy I was concerned about that.  You normally gain so much weight at the end, but I had only put on a single pound in the past 2 weeks!  I guess my body finally figured it out that it had had enough.  Thankfully.  I dont really eat much junk, mostly fruit, but I will admit to a sweet tooth ;)  Most of my weight is in my thighs, butt, and belly.  Hopefully we can keep it down!

All my blood work came back normal...no gestational diabetes and all the levels looked great.  I was a little concerned about my iron, but the black strap molasses must be doing the trick.

We go back Feb 7...the monday after the baby shower.  Pray that we keep getting good news...and for me too.  i have so much trouble with my anxiety and with labor looming so close ahead of me...well, you can imagine. 

What's in a Name?

I dont think I ever posted about Daniel's name and where it all came from.  We pulled from so many places, but it is a name that means so much to us....

Daniel..."God is my judge"  I love Biblical names.  That one is a given...however, those of you  who have watched the show Stargate know of a character named Daniel Jackson.  This was my geek compromise.  LoL!

Coleman..."Dove"  This one we choose because it is the middle name of Landon's best friend, Vance.  Vance is rather an awesome person.  He has muscular dystrophy, is 28, and has never been in a wheel chair, drives a stick shift still, and never seems to let his condition get him down.  He's quite an inspiration.  It was a no brainer for us to name our first child after him.

Patrick..."Noble"  After loosing Vanessa I became aware of how much it means to someone who has lost a child to have that child remembered and honored.  Patrick was the name given to a child my grandma lost at about 22 weeks gestation.  She still marks his birthday on the calender and we try to get out to "visit" his grave a few times a year.  I wanted him remembered....so many of these children are just pushed under the rug like they never existed.

So there you have it.  It's rather lengthy, but it has so much meaning to us.

Daniel Coleman Patrick Jackson

There will be no doubt in his head when he is in trouble ;)

Braxton...OW...Hicks...OW....

Here is the link to that blog I was telling you about yesterday...the one about the geocaching sheep.

I was just commenting last night about how I hadnt had any real trouble with Braxton Hicks so far.  I remember having them all the time with Luke from about 25 weeks on.  I had an issue once this pregnancy, but I had gotten upset over something.  I dont even remember what it was about. LoL!  Seems I spoke too soon...of course.  I was out with my grandparents today and I forgot to take my handy dandy water bottle along with me.  With in a few hours I was feeling it. Daniel expressed his displeasure, but there wasnt much I could do.  LoL.  I got some water when we stopped for lunch and all was well.  Crazy how those things work. 


Little man has been rather active today.  He's pretty much all over and wiggly.  We found a onesie at Wal-mart last night I REALLY want to get him.  It has a little caterpillar on it and says squirmy.  Too perfect for Daniel!