And I’m only 9 1/2 weeks! What am I gonna look like by the time February rolls around? I didn’t realize that my “regular clothes” will no longer fit because I haven’t worn “regular clothes” in a while. I lead such an exciting life, don’t I? For work, I usually wear a t-shirt and Soffe shorts, and at home, it’s the same thing. I haven’t worn any bottoms without an elastic waistband in weeks! So last night I was getting dressed to go have dinner with Denny’s family, and my shorts wouldn’t button! So what did I do? Well, after I tried on about 20 other things, I put the shorts back on and I just didn’t button them. And thank goodness, they didn’t fall down! So first thing this morning, I ordered my Bella Band, and it should be here sometime next week. Until then, the fine people of Bulloch County better watch out, or they just might get mooned!
An old friend of mine had her baby this past Wednesday. The bad news is that she wasn’t due until October. Little Brady Faith was born 12 weeks early, and due to complications, she was measuring 4 weeks smaller than her 28 week old body should have. So she is in the NICU for the next few months, and her and her family need your prayers. She is doing very well, but she still has a long road ahead of her. Her mommy and daddy have started a blog just for her – you should check it out, and maybe even leave some words of encouragement. Even though you don’t know them, it would mean a lot to them!
Can you believe it? Well, I almost didn’t make it. Denny was right beside me, and I put my head on his chest and closed my eyes and held onto him (I honestly would not have been able to do it without him there). I didn’t even know that the needle was in my arm until the nurse told me – why she told me, I still don’t know. But she was wonderful – she knew that I was scared and she kept asking me questions to help keep my mind off of what she was doing. When she was almost finished, I began feeling a little faint, and I got dizzy and hot and started sweating a lot. I had to lay down for about 5 minutes, and then I was ok. And you know what? It didn’t even hurt. It was all in my head.
Now, on to other, less scary issues.
I LOVE the birthing center! It feels just like home! They are in a brand new facility in Savannah, and it is so nice and relaxing. We toured the birthing suites – there are two – and they are a lot like hotel rooms, just without the maroon carpet and floral wallpaper and border. They have regular beds – not hospital beds, a rocking chair, a jacuzzi tub, a kitchenette with fridge and microwave, and a huge bathroom. There is also a walking path outside, complete with flowers and the like, that laboring mothers can venture outdoors and use. And the best part? The midwives! We only met one of the three yesterday, and she was amazing. She was so nice, and so genuinely concerned about me and my questions. She even gave me a hug when I was finished with my blood work. Now, how many doctors have given you a hug, especially after something as simple as a blood draw? I didn’t think so.
And I know you all are dying to know – did I have an ultrasound? Disappointingly, no. They only do ultrasounds on Tuesdays (I don’t know why, but it’s probably because they have someone come in just for that day to do them – they don’t really have a lot of patients, so there is no need to have someone there every day). But I do go back in about 2 weeks, on August 5th, and they will do an ultrasound then. I can’t wait to see my baby!
It’s coming, sooner than I would like. This upcoming Friday, for the first time in my life, I will have my blood drawn. I am scared to death. I can think of numerous other things that I would rather do, like for example, give up chocolate for the rest of my life. Yeah, that would be a good trade-off. In case I haven’t mentioned it before, let me make it very, very clear: I hate needles! Just thinking about a needle in my vein sends chills down my spine, along with waves of nausea and an uncontrollable urge to cancel my appointment and refuse any prenatal care. I can just picture it now. I will either cry hysterically, pass out, or have to be sedated. Or a combination of all three is also very likely. Let me also mention that my choice for using a midwife as apposed to a doctor is based largely on the fact that a midwife will not be poking me with IVs and foot-long epidural needles when it’s delivery time (I know what you’re thinking, and don’t even say it). Oh, the things mothers do for their children……
Why do they call it morning sickness? ‘Cause it surely isn’t limited to the morning hours. It’s pretty much all day and even the middle of the night sickness. But why should I complain? I have yet to puke, although I constantly feel as if I am about to at any moment. You know that feeling, when you are really drunk and lightheaded and it feels like the room is spinning? Yeah, that’s how I feel just about all day long. Oh, and one more thing. I think I have figured out why people get this dreaded morning all day sickness: There is this constant, nagging thought that another person is actually growing inside of your body, and that is just freaky crazy! And on top of that, you are responsible for its well-being and safety, and that is a lot of pressure! I think I’m losing my mind. Time to go eat again…………….