It's hard to believe that as of a few weeks ago I am "officially" and "technically" IN MY 30S!!! There's no way that happened. None. No way whatsoever. But according to my license and birth certificate and all those other damn pesky docs, I guess it's true. Ugh, that is depressing me. I do not like this new age. I freaked out about turning 30 and everyone told me that once I got over that age I totally would be fine with the years that follow. Well, those people are all liars! haha
But, that being said... Yes, I had a birthday recently. I got to spend the day with my mom and sister and new nephew and my daughter. I was 31 weeks pregnant on my 31st birthday. Fitting, eh? We had lunch at a Mexican restaurant I had never tried before and was pleasantly surprised. For the first time in YEARS I got to have empanadas. I loved those things when I lived in Miami but I haven't had one since then. They were super good. Dinner with the fiance and all our family at another favorite restaurant and this fat preggo was a happy kid! haha It was just nice to spend time with people I care about and get to enjoy an easy night with them.
But honestly, I was so glad to have that day be over. I do not like being reminded that I am a true-blue, full fledged adult now! hah So since that day I have been counting the days until my daughter's birthday. See hers is the one I say kicks off the month long celebration. She will be three years old. THREE!! That's crazy to me.
Since the day after my birthday, I have been planning hers more fully. Getting the food and decorations and games and all that jazz organized so I don't lose my mind... It's not easy trying to coral the troops when you are 7 and a half months pregnant, so I have tons of lists! All of a sudden it's like there's no time. I mean, it's not even possible that her birthday is in just a few days!!
So, all this blabbering. I bet you are wondering what I am grateful for. Truthfully, I'm grateful the focus is off of my birthday and shifted to her!! haha I'm grateful to have a day to celebrate one of the first miracles I've experienced. She is so damn stubborn. So opinionated. So moody and talks back too much. But she's also incredibly smart and caring and amazing. She totally reminds me of those Sour Patch Kids commercials--you know, the candy? Where the "kid" will do something bad and then make it better? Well that's so her some days! She will fight with me when I tell her to pick up her messes and stomp and pout. Then a few minutes later she's hugging me and giving me kisses and telling me she's sorry. Stinkpot!
So yeah. This weekend I will get to have a party for my little girl. After that it is one birthday after another. One party after another. And then, my son will be here. So we will go from birthdays to BIRTH days! haha
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Becoming an Aunt
I'm still in a little bit of shock. My little sister had her little boy!! He's over a week old now but I still can't quite believe he's here!
See, I'm the big sister. I have had that role/title since I was 19 months old. And I have lived what that role means. I've been the first to do the "firsts": steps, walking/talking, learn to read and write, go to school, graduate, college, move out, and yes, have a baby. I've been the one to show my two little sisters the ropes. I was there giving them their bottles when they were born and brought home from the hospital. I've shown them how to do a lot of things. I was a "little mommy" from the day my sister came home. And a little over a week ago my sister became the person someone will rely on; she became someone's mommy.
Way back in October, my little sister threw us all for a curve. She told us she was going to have a baby. We've waded through the holidays and showers and all 41 (yes 41!) weeks. He took his good sweet time getting here. Then, on a Wednesday afternoon I got a text that she was being admitted to be induced. Now I was induced with my first. It was planned. I was totally fine and cool with it. I'd actually been trying to figure out a way to get my sister's docs to induce her right at 40 weeks if he wasn't here--to no avail. Anyways. The text came and suddenly I realized what everyone else must have felt almost 3 years ago.
She was going to a hospital over an hour away so I had to make a decision. Do I take my almost-3-year-old and wait it out at the hospital? Or do I stay home and wait until the next morning and head that way? Or do I wait for a call she was pushing? Or do I wait for the text that the little guy was here? If I didn't have my daughter I would have gladly made that drive multiple times. But considering my girl is only "not even 3," I wasn't sure the hospital would even let her see her aunt and new cousin. So if they don't let her and I take her, we'd be sitting there for hours taking turns watching her. I'd force a lot of people to split their time between the newest member and her. And that wouldn't be fair to my sister or nephew. So I texted my sister to see what she needed. We agreed to wait at home until the "pushing" or "delivered" texts came in.
I think this will be one of the few times in my life I can appreciate how my fiance felt as I delivered our daughter. I never really thought how others would feel about me giving birth. I was cool with it. I really wasn't that scared and the pain was expected so I wasn't going to let myself get worked up over it. But knowing that someone you love so so much will be going through that. Someone you have given blood, sweat, and tears over and there's not a damn thing you can do. Sit there and twiddle your thumbs. That's about it....
The next day the much awaited text came. I drove 90 minutes to get to the hospital. Hurry up and wait never made so much sense!! 4 hours we waited. Do you know how hard it is to keep a toddler entertained for FOUR HOURS?!?! In a waiting room? I mean -- Come On!! There's only so much pizza and donuts even a toddler can eat, only so much chocolate milk she can drink. We were all a little frazzled by the time we were allowed to see the new guy.
Did you know a kid can be totally stoked about being a big sister and totally ambivalent about being a big cousin? Yeah. My kid was just like "Well, that's cool. But he can just stay over there." Haha Not much has changed in the last week in that department either. Goofy kid!
I must say. I didn't think I could be so proud of someone when I had absolutely nothing to do with their accomplishment. Eh. Probably a side effect of being a big sister.
See, I'm the big sister. I have had that role/title since I was 19 months old. And I have lived what that role means. I've been the first to do the "firsts": steps, walking/talking, learn to read and write, go to school, graduate, college, move out, and yes, have a baby. I've been the one to show my two little sisters the ropes. I was there giving them their bottles when they were born and brought home from the hospital. I've shown them how to do a lot of things. I was a "little mommy" from the day my sister came home. And a little over a week ago my sister became the person someone will rely on; she became someone's mommy.
Way back in October, my little sister threw us all for a curve. She told us she was going to have a baby. We've waded through the holidays and showers and all 41 (yes 41!) weeks. He took his good sweet time getting here. Then, on a Wednesday afternoon I got a text that she was being admitted to be induced. Now I was induced with my first. It was planned. I was totally fine and cool with it. I'd actually been trying to figure out a way to get my sister's docs to induce her right at 40 weeks if he wasn't here--to no avail. Anyways. The text came and suddenly I realized what everyone else must have felt almost 3 years ago.
She was going to a hospital over an hour away so I had to make a decision. Do I take my almost-3-year-old and wait it out at the hospital? Or do I stay home and wait until the next morning and head that way? Or do I wait for a call she was pushing? Or do I wait for the text that the little guy was here? If I didn't have my daughter I would have gladly made that drive multiple times. But considering my girl is only "not even 3," I wasn't sure the hospital would even let her see her aunt and new cousin. So if they don't let her and I take her, we'd be sitting there for hours taking turns watching her. I'd force a lot of people to split their time between the newest member and her. And that wouldn't be fair to my sister or nephew. So I texted my sister to see what she needed. We agreed to wait at home until the "pushing" or "delivered" texts came in.
I think this will be one of the few times in my life I can appreciate how my fiance felt as I delivered our daughter. I never really thought how others would feel about me giving birth. I was cool with it. I really wasn't that scared and the pain was expected so I wasn't going to let myself get worked up over it. But knowing that someone you love so so much will be going through that. Someone you have given blood, sweat, and tears over and there's not a damn thing you can do. Sit there and twiddle your thumbs. That's about it....
The next day the much awaited text came. I drove 90 minutes to get to the hospital. Hurry up and wait never made so much sense!! 4 hours we waited. Do you know how hard it is to keep a toddler entertained for FOUR HOURS?!?! In a waiting room? I mean -- Come On!! There's only so much pizza and donuts even a toddler can eat, only so much chocolate milk she can drink. We were all a little frazzled by the time we were allowed to see the new guy.
Did you know a kid can be totally stoked about being a big sister and totally ambivalent about being a big cousin? Yeah. My kid was just like "Well, that's cool. But he can just stay over there." Haha Not much has changed in the last week in that department either. Goofy kid!
I must say. I didn't think I could be so proud of someone when I had absolutely nothing to do with their accomplishment. Eh. Probably a side effect of being a big sister.
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
The dreaded GLUCOSE TEST!
Okay, I'm not lazy or unmotivated. I swear. I actually have not one but TWO more posts started that I just need to finish. But I've had this "thing" looming over my head for a while now. Something that no pregnant woman wants to deal with....
The 3-hour glucose test!!!
See, every pregnant woman must take the 1-hour. That's a given. You go and drink straight sugar. 50 grams of liquid sugar. Do you know how much 50 grams of sugar is????? I mean, I'm totally not opposed to junk food and candy bars; cookies and cola. But--- 50 GRAMS?!?!? Then you have to sit there for an hour and have your blood drawn. It has to be under this magical number to qualify as passed.
Well I was 6 points over the allowed number. So I got the call. The terrible, horrible, no good, very bad call. That I would now how to take the 3 hour test.
And what does that entail, you may be asking. Well, know how I mentioned that you have to drink liquid sugar--50 grams of liquid sugar? Yeah well this time it was sugar on hyper-crack!!! I had to drink 100 grams of sugar.
Yeah. 100 GRAMS!!! That's nuts!!
It's flavored like lemon-lime sugar, little bit better than the Orange Crush/fake Push-Pop type drink from before. And I did get a cold drink, which is supposed to help. But it's just so much. It's so hard to actually get a decent amount of the liquid Sugar-Crack even into your mouth. You have 10oz of drink to finish but it's so awful I could only get like 1/2 an ounce at a time. On top of that, you have a time limit to choke it down. So I had to force myself not to spit out any or I'd have to start all over.
Finished the SC in time and then went to my check up right after. Figured I'd knock out two birds with one stone since the lab I have to go to is one floor down from my doctor. Little man is doing great. Right on track. My blood pressure was a little high. Hmmmm Wonder why?? After the check up I went back downstairs and had to wait another 20 minutes for the first blood draw. By that point I'm feeling a little shaky and kinda sick.
Fell asleep for the next hour. Another vial of blood. Awesome made it through 2 of the 3 hours.
That's when things got rough. See, if you throw up during the test, then it's voided. You have to go eat a massive, SUGARY breakfast and then wait 2 hours. There's no way I would have made it another two hours. So even though I was getting horrible shakes. Even though I tried to sleep and would be jolted back up when my leg suddenly shot out. And even though I could feel the sugar bile creeping up my throat, I knew I had to keep it down. Finally the lab tech came in and took the last vial. I was done. But did I pass? Wouldn't know until a day or two.
Managed to make it home. Rested the rest of the day. Headaches, shakes, itching... That was my rest of the day. I swear, that test is enough to make someone never want to get pregnant again!!
Called my doctor's office this morning. They only had the fasting, 1 hour, and 2 hour results. No 3 hour. Called the lab; was told the results were all sent. Called the doctor again. They called the 3rd Party Reviewer. Finally got some answers.
I passed. Barely. But I'll take it!! No shots, skin pricks, or uber-strict diet for me!! Now just waiting for little man's appearance.
P.S.: Did I mention the 3-hour test was on a Monday? Yeah. Totally terrible way to start my week!!
The 3-hour glucose test!!!
See, every pregnant woman must take the 1-hour. That's a given. You go and drink straight sugar. 50 grams of liquid sugar. Do you know how much 50 grams of sugar is????? I mean, I'm totally not opposed to junk food and candy bars; cookies and cola. But--- 50 GRAMS?!?!? Then you have to sit there for an hour and have your blood drawn. It has to be under this magical number to qualify as passed.
Well I was 6 points over the allowed number. So I got the call. The terrible, horrible, no good, very bad call. That I would now how to take the 3 hour test.
And what does that entail, you may be asking. Well, know how I mentioned that you have to drink liquid sugar--50 grams of liquid sugar? Yeah well this time it was sugar on hyper-crack!!! I had to drink 100 grams of sugar.
Yeah. 100 GRAMS!!! That's nuts!!
It's flavored like lemon-lime sugar, little bit better than the Orange Crush/fake Push-Pop type drink from before. And I did get a cold drink, which is supposed to help. But it's just so much. It's so hard to actually get a decent amount of the liquid Sugar-Crack even into your mouth. You have 10oz of drink to finish but it's so awful I could only get like 1/2 an ounce at a time. On top of that, you have a time limit to choke it down. So I had to force myself not to spit out any or I'd have to start all over.
Finished the SC in time and then went to my check up right after. Figured I'd knock out two birds with one stone since the lab I have to go to is one floor down from my doctor. Little man is doing great. Right on track. My blood pressure was a little high. Hmmmm Wonder why?? After the check up I went back downstairs and had to wait another 20 minutes for the first blood draw. By that point I'm feeling a little shaky and kinda sick.
Fell asleep for the next hour. Another vial of blood. Awesome made it through 2 of the 3 hours.
That's when things got rough. See, if you throw up during the test, then it's voided. You have to go eat a massive, SUGARY breakfast and then wait 2 hours. There's no way I would have made it another two hours. So even though I was getting horrible shakes. Even though I tried to sleep and would be jolted back up when my leg suddenly shot out. And even though I could feel the sugar bile creeping up my throat, I knew I had to keep it down. Finally the lab tech came in and took the last vial. I was done. But did I pass? Wouldn't know until a day or two.
Managed to make it home. Rested the rest of the day. Headaches, shakes, itching... That was my rest of the day. I swear, that test is enough to make someone never want to get pregnant again!!
Called my doctor's office this morning. They only had the fasting, 1 hour, and 2 hour results. No 3 hour. Called the lab; was told the results were all sent. Called the doctor again. They called the 3rd Party Reviewer. Finally got some answers.
I passed. Barely. But I'll take it!! No shots, skin pricks, or uber-strict diet for me!! Now just waiting for little man's appearance.
P.S.: Did I mention the 3-hour test was on a Monday? Yeah. Totally terrible way to start my week!!
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