Another trip to the hospital...yep...working on those frequent flyer points!
All day yesterday, I was either sitting or laying down. I read and watched TV all day except for going to the restroom or getting myself food or water.
I woke up this morning and went and got myself an English muffin with jam. And while it was toasting the first one hit...and it hurt. And, they kept coming after that. I tried to stop them...but that didn't work.
Finally 10 contractions and about an hour later, I was in a triage room #3 at the hospital AGAIN (same room as last time...I'm thinking of having a plaque permanently installed with my name or bringing my own comforter and curtains or something).
I got all hooked up to the monitors, and wouldn't you know it?!?!?! I was having contractions to close together again. So, a blessing, a shot of Terbuteline and several calls to my doctor later, I left the hospital with my little bun still in the oven (thank heavens!!!!). I now have a prescription for pills of Terbuteline so I can hopefully quit going to the hospital and just take those instead.
Beau is trying his hardest to get here for Christmas! Beau, if you come too early, Santa will put you on the naughty list! (Maybe that will make him think twice about it!) But, as my dad said when he came to help give me a blessing, "Sometimes, they have a mind of their own!" And, little Beau apparently does...and he's already trying to tell us that he wants to be born in 2010 NOT 2011!
This post may be boring to those of you who read my previous post because it's a total DEJAVU! Sorry, this is my life, and I need to blog about it.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Get Comfy Beau! Or Else!
So early Saturday morning, I woke up because my abdomen was aching really bad (which hasn't been usual for me)...so I decided I might as well go to the bathroom while I was awake (since I get up at least a couple times a night now).
As I was relieving myself, I had a really hard but painless contraction. Since I've been having Braxton Hicks contractions, I didn't worry too much. I finished up and went and laid back down. 5 minutes after the first contraction, another one hit...which I thought was odd. But...eh...oh well right?!?!?!? Then, 7 minutes later another hit. I decided to not panic. I had heard that warm baths usually stop false contractions...so I went and took one (and decided to not wake Jereld up before I knew if it was serious or not). While in the bath, I continued to have contractions about every 7 minutes.
Finally, I got up the courage to call the Dr. on call. You see, I don't like bugging people at 4:30am on a weekend, especially a Dr. I called and talked to the doctor. He told me to go to the hospital so they could check my cervix (TMI??? Sorry!) and monitor my contractions. I woke Jereld up (and he was surprisingly not too grouchy--he's usually a bear in the early morning) and told him I needed to go to the hospital.
At the hospital, they monitored my contractions and said that I was having about 1 to 2 every 10 minutes...which they said was WAY too many. They checked my cervix...no worries I'm only at a 1 and not hardly effaced at all. But, I did have to have Terbutilene (spelling?) shots to stop my contractions. That stuff makes you jittery and makes your heart beat really fast. No fun, but better than having a baby.
They released me once they got the contractions stopped. I ended up going back to get checked again because I was feeling my uterus do some strange stuff...but according to the nurse it was just "quivering" because of the trauma earlier that morning.
Happy ending? I'm still pregnant...Beau is fine...and I'm telling him to stay put.
As I was relieving myself, I had a really hard but painless contraction. Since I've been having Braxton Hicks contractions, I didn't worry too much. I finished up and went and laid back down. 5 minutes after the first contraction, another one hit...which I thought was odd. But...eh...oh well right?!?!?!? Then, 7 minutes later another hit. I decided to not panic. I had heard that warm baths usually stop false contractions...so I went and took one (and decided to not wake Jereld up before I knew if it was serious or not). While in the bath, I continued to have contractions about every 7 minutes.
Finally, I got up the courage to call the Dr. on call. You see, I don't like bugging people at 4:30am on a weekend, especially a Dr. I called and talked to the doctor. He told me to go to the hospital so they could check my cervix (TMI??? Sorry!) and monitor my contractions. I woke Jereld up (and he was surprisingly not too grouchy--he's usually a bear in the early morning) and told him I needed to go to the hospital.
At the hospital, they monitored my contractions and said that I was having about 1 to 2 every 10 minutes...which they said was WAY too many. They checked my cervix...no worries I'm only at a 1 and not hardly effaced at all. But, I did have to have Terbutilene (spelling?) shots to stop my contractions. That stuff makes you jittery and makes your heart beat really fast. No fun, but better than having a baby.
They released me once they got the contractions stopped. I ended up going back to get checked again because I was feeling my uterus do some strange stuff...but according to the nurse it was just "quivering" because of the trauma earlier that morning.
Happy ending? I'm still pregnant...Beau is fine...and I'm telling him to stay put.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Time to Blog!
It's been about a month since I last blogged....time just gets away from me I guess.
I'm home sick today...sniff. I'm so tired of being sick! I keep telling myself that I only have about 2 months to go...I can do this! I may not be able to work as long as planned, we'll just have to see.
Last night, I felt AWFUL! Like....cry because I felt so awful....AWFUL! Jereld scratched/rubbed my back for a long time and calmed me down. He's so sweet. Then, he told me all the things he appreciates about me. (Don't worry, I'm not going to go into all the mushy details). He also made me feel that if our plans change, they change, and that's okay!
Then, this morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon cooking. He made me an English muffin with eggs and bacon for breakfast (even though he had to be to work by 7am). He really knows how to pamper a girl I tell ya!
Oh...and sadly enough...my surprise for Christmas got ruined, so Jereld gave it to me early. I got to play with my new external flash for my camera! YAY! I've needed one for awhile. Luckily he was willing to be my practice model, too!
And, he's ALL MINE!
I'm home sick today...sniff. I'm so tired of being sick! I keep telling myself that I only have about 2 months to go...I can do this! I may not be able to work as long as planned, we'll just have to see.
Last night, I felt AWFUL! Like....cry because I felt so awful....AWFUL! Jereld scratched/rubbed my back for a long time and calmed me down. He's so sweet. Then, he told me all the things he appreciates about me. (Don't worry, I'm not going to go into all the mushy details). He also made me feel that if our plans change, they change, and that's okay!
Then, this morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon cooking. He made me an English muffin with eggs and bacon for breakfast (even though he had to be to work by 7am). He really knows how to pamper a girl I tell ya!
Oh...and sadly enough...my surprise for Christmas got ruined, so Jereld gave it to me early. I got to play with my new external flash for my camera! YAY! I've needed one for awhile. Luckily he was willing to be my practice model, too!
Monday, November 8, 2010
Maternity Photo Shoot!
I got a haircut today...for the first time in about 7 months! So, I was feeling pretty good! But...it's tough to take maternity pictures of yourself...so
MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND DID THEM FOR ME!
***APPLAUSE***
Didn't he do a great job?
MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND DID THEM FOR ME!
Didn't he do a great job?
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Bleh
I'm sick. I think I got it from work. I have a cold. Apparently pregnant women get sick all the time because their immune systems are not functioning at peak!
This sickness ruined my deer hunt. I was supposed to hunt on Monday, but Jereld brought me back home on Sunday because I didn't feel well at all. I ALMOST shot a buck (he was a "wee wee" as Jereld would call him, but he would have made some GOOD jerky!).
Then, I wasn't able to go to work yesterday, and I am at home again today. Bleh. Oh well!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
The Dangerous life of a Pregnant Lady
I was sick today...yuck. Pregnancy has not been glamorous. I'm excited to meet our little guy though.
I stayed home from work.
While home, I realized that my milk had expired. I needed milk, but I hadn't had a shower and it was nearly 2 o'clock! I wasn't planning on being entirely presentable for the shoppers of Walmart (Have you seen the website?...I have never even come CLOSE to looking as bad as some of those people). So, I hopped in the shower.
Thoughts of what to make for dinner (chicken noodle soup--if you were wondering) and something special I could do for Jereld for being such a trooper throughout this pregnancy (Butterfingers on his pillow--his favorite) crossed my mind while I stood in the stream of my warm shower. Having finished I opened the curtain to reach for my towel.
Standing in the bathroom was a man that said, "Don't panic! It's just me!" I screamed.
And then, I realized that it was just my husband. You see, he wasn't supposed to be home until after 7pm. I had not heard anyone come in, and the last thing this nude, pregnant lady was expecting was a man standing in the bathroom.
Explanation??? He had taken a can of Chef Boyardee (yep...I'm that good of a homemaker...lol) to work and hadn't realized that it didn't have a pop top. He needed a can opener. Our house is just 5 minutes from his work, so he dropped by.
I told him he was in BIG trouble.
I got ready and went to Walmart. As I was pulling in the parking lot, I spied a cop. I drove a little more cautiously...as we all do I'm sure. I went into Walmart and grabbed a few things. As I was leaving, I noticed that the cop was still there and thought to myself, "Wow! Our tax dollars hard at work! He hasn't even moved!"
I went to my car and put my purchases in my trunk. Just then the cop turned on his lights and started driving quickly toward the front of the store. I noticed about 3 other cops that had been hiding in the parking lot as well. They jumped out of their cars, pulled out their guns, pointed them at this guy that just came out of Walmart, and yelled at him to put his hands over his head and get on the ground. This was two parking lot aisles away from me.
Needless to say, I take my words about tax dollars back. But, I am lucky the guy didn't decide to pull anything funny inside Walmart. I was IN THERE with him!
I stayed home from work.
While home, I realized that my milk had expired. I needed milk, but I hadn't had a shower and it was nearly 2 o'clock! I wasn't planning on being entirely presentable for the shoppers of Walmart (Have you seen the website?...I have never even come CLOSE to looking as bad as some of those people). So, I hopped in the shower.
Thoughts of what to make for dinner (chicken noodle soup--if you were wondering) and something special I could do for Jereld for being such a trooper throughout this pregnancy (Butterfingers on his pillow--his favorite) crossed my mind while I stood in the stream of my warm shower. Having finished I opened the curtain to reach for my towel.
Standing in the bathroom was a man that said, "Don't panic! It's just me!" I screamed.
And then, I realized that it was just my husband. You see, he wasn't supposed to be home until after 7pm. I had not heard anyone come in, and the last thing this nude, pregnant lady was expecting was a man standing in the bathroom.
Explanation??? He had taken a can of Chef Boyardee (yep...I'm that good of a homemaker...lol) to work and hadn't realized that it didn't have a pop top. He needed a can opener. Our house is just 5 minutes from his work, so he dropped by.
I told him he was in BIG trouble.
I got ready and went to Walmart. As I was pulling in the parking lot, I spied a cop. I drove a little more cautiously...as we all do I'm sure. I went into Walmart and grabbed a few things. As I was leaving, I noticed that the cop was still there and thought to myself, "Wow! Our tax dollars hard at work! He hasn't even moved!"
I went to my car and put my purchases in my trunk. Just then the cop turned on his lights and started driving quickly toward the front of the store. I noticed about 3 other cops that had been hiding in the parking lot as well. They jumped out of their cars, pulled out their guns, pointed them at this guy that just came out of Walmart, and yelled at him to put his hands over his head and get on the ground. This was two parking lot aisles away from me.
Needless to say, I take my words about tax dollars back. But, I am lucky the guy didn't decide to pull anything funny inside Walmart. I was IN THERE with him!
Thank you cops!
All because I needed THIS!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
HALFsies!
That's right folks! 20 Weeks TODAY!
I took a day off of work to celebrate!
What did I eat for the celebration you may ask????? CELERY with PEANUT BUTTER!
It was DELICIOUS!
I wasn't too excited about it at first, but once I tasted it, I actually went back for seconds! Besides, I need a lot more fiber (lol...this may be tmi...I'm married to a man in the medical field and it's gotten to the point that I'm not scared to talk aboutall most things medical)...and I'm supposed to be getting more protein! THANKS peanut butter for tasting so good!
Oh...and I set up our new baby swing today...all by my self. Jereld called me from work just as I was getting started...and reminded me that when I set up the bouncer...I hada little trouble.
But...an episode of Oprah and TWO blood blisters (side note: I'm embarassed that I got blood blisters from putting a baby swing together) later the baby swing is well...SWINGIN'! If you know what I mean.
Another endeavor today...I'm trying a FACEBOOK FAST! You heard me...I'm dropping the habit. I check it WAY too often. And, quite frankly, I'm not sure that I care that you did terrible on the Family Feud game and "need help" (LOL...I would say so)***.
***Please note: If you play Family Feud, this is not directed toward you...just meant as a joke.
You see...myaddiction to love of Facebook runs so deep that I posted that I was going on a Facebook Fast in my status...now I'm having the urge to see if anyone has responded and cares that I will be away for a while. Maybe I'm the one that "needs help."
BUT!...I won't check it! I WON'T! I can't.
I'm sure I'll be posting my thoughts more here as I won't have Facebook to consume my time, but that will be GOOD! Online journaling!
On a different tangent, Jereld invited me to go eat dinner at the hospital he works at. You see, the hospital is turning 2 and is toddling right along. He promises that there will be BBQ chicken...I'm there...HEY! Getting more protein is the Dr's orders!
I took a day off of work to celebrate!
What did I eat for the celebration you may ask????? CELERY with PEANUT BUTTER!
It was DELICIOUS!
I wasn't too excited about it at first, but once I tasted it, I actually went back for seconds! Besides, I need a lot more fiber (lol...this may be tmi...I'm married to a man in the medical field and it's gotten to the point that I'm not scared to talk about
Oh...and I set up our new baby swing today...all by my self. Jereld called me from work just as I was getting started...and reminded me that when I set up the bouncer...I had
But...an episode of Oprah and TWO blood blisters (side note: I'm embarassed that I got blood blisters from putting a baby swing together) later the baby swing is well...SWINGIN'! If you know what I mean.
Another endeavor today...I'm trying a FACEBOOK FAST! You heard me...I'm dropping the habit. I check it WAY too often. And, quite frankly, I'm not sure that I care that you did terrible on the Family Feud game and "need help" (LOL...I would say so)***.
***Please note: If you play Family Feud, this is not directed toward you...just meant as a joke.
You see...my
BUT!...I won't check it! I WON'T! I can't.
I'm sure I'll be posting my thoughts more here as I won't have Facebook to consume my time, but that will be GOOD! Online journaling!
On a different tangent, Jereld invited me to go eat dinner at the hospital he works at. You see, the hospital is turning 2 and is toddling right along. He promises that there will be BBQ chicken...I'm there...HEY! Getting more protein is the Dr's orders!
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