I hadn't known my husband for more than two months before he started in on me to have a baby. His constant pestering lead to progressively harsher responses from me, starting from"eventually", "someday", "not me, not now", "leave me alone", to "have your own damn baby".

Last Spring something in me started to shift and I became more and more serious about the possibility of having a baby. After months of internal dialog, I finally gathered the courage to share the news with my husband who was expectedly ecstatic. (I haven't told the dogs yet - they are going to be devastated!)

Sharing the news with Loren, my husband, opened the flood gates and I finally started researching what to expect, what to eat, what to do to prepare, and what the birthing process would look like....which at first was pretty anxiety provoking, as I started out by watching "The Business of Being Born" (not recommended as a place to start).

Here I plan to document interesting, perception changing information I come across in what will be a successful journey towards a positive pregnancy and childbirth.


Monday, November 5, 2012

"Like Mother, Like Daughter"

...is a very scary saying.  I have a lot of karma coming my way from refusing to sleep at night as a baby to the angsty, bratty teenage years my poor parents had to endure.  I am already waking up every night at exactly 2am and cannot get back to sleep for at least an hour or two.  I slept all the way through the night for the first time since I can remember and was shocked to find out it was morning when I woke up for the first time.  I was complaining about my lack of sleep to some friends who have an 11 month old baby, which was the wrong choice of audience to try to evoke sympathy.

I have been worried about the lack of kicking I feel.  I know I shouldn't get too worked up.  The placenta is attached on the front of my uterus which makes it so she is basically kicking through a pillow.  We're at 25 weeks right now.  If she's still inconsistently kicking at 28 weeks then I'll be more worried.  As for now, when the paranoia gets to me I just put the bottom of a cold glass of ice water on my belly to irritate her enough to try to kick it off.  This has been working well.  Or...I can just wait until I lay down to go to bed at night.  Without fail, as soon as I turn off the light and roll over to go to sleep, she starts kicking up a storm, like she knows I'm trying to sleep.  It's such a cool thing - Not distracting enough to keep me up, but I hate to fall asleep and miss out on feeling her kick. I can tell she is getting stronger.

My nana send Lily a package in the mail with a blanket and some pj's.  Funny enough, my mom sent me the same exact set of sleep sacks, which were exactly the same as the ones I had already picked out and bought.  Now Lily will have the same PJ's from her mama, nana, and great nana. "Like mother, like daughter".




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