
Greetings everyone! This is our first blog on here. I was inspired by how awesome Chelsea's blogspot is, and thought this would be a great way to reach all you non-facebookers and non-myspacers.
In case you weren't aware - I'm pregnant...not just getting fat, but getting fat for a reason! Haha. I'm 32 and a half weeks now. I love going back and looking at the pictures of my belly, week by week. It's amazing how much it's grown and changed, and how skinny I used to be...even though I never thought I was. I've gained weight in my face, my arms, my legs, and my butt - all places I wish I wouldn't have, but hey, not like I can channel it all towards my belly. It'll be nice to be able to start working out again after the baby is here. I miss feeling "fit." I miss being able to put my shoes on without grunting. I miss being able to lay around however I wanted. I miss a lot of pre-pregnancy things, but I do love so many things about being pregnant. I love that I can feel every little kick, movement, and even the annoying hiccups. I love being able to hear the baby's heart beat when I go in twice a week for fetal monitoring. I love seeing the baby when we have ultrasounds. I love how protective Sam has become of me, and of our baby. I love the excitement that pregnancy brings, all the anticipation. I cannot wait to see our little one!
In the meantime, I go to Sentara Norfolk General Hospital twice a week to the Fetal Diagnostics Unit. During the non-stress tests, two monitors are placed on my belly. One monitors the baby's heart rate and the other contractions. The baby's heart rate needs to accelerate 15 beats per minute everytime the baby moves. The baby's heart rate also needs to stay put when I have a contraction. If the heart rate were to speed up during a contraction, that means the baby isn't handling the stress of the contraction very well. So far, everything has been going great. Once a week they do an ultrasound to check my amniotic fluid levels to make sure they stay between 10 and 22. It was 15 last time, so we're good to go on that. Along with these twice weekly appointments, I go to EVMS' division of maternal and fetal medicine to have thorough ultrasounds done. There they look at the baby's growth and the blood flow to the bowels and brain. They will do this again on November 24th. After that, I'll need to have the ultrasound done every week.
Since finding out the baby has gastroschisis, it's been quite a journey. Initially we were scared because we didn't know anything about the condition. Then we were concerned with the process of treating the gastroschisis. We wanted to know the timeline of how long it would take for the baby to recover, how the baby would be delivered, how surgery would go, if we'd be able to breastfeed when the baby was well, etc. Now I think we just want to know WHEN this baby will be getting here.
I've been busy at work with projects and it's so hard not knowing when I will have to stop working here. It's difficult to work on projects when I don't know if I'll be around to help the customers complete them. I think the plan right now is to try to work part time while the baby is still in the hospital and then start my maternity leave when the baby can come home....provided that my boss approves that plan.
Sam, being the awesome husband he is, has been working his patoot off in the academy. I give him a lot of credit for what he does. He gets up each morning, usually before 6 and doesn't get home til about 5 or 6. The academy is physically demanding - and mentally. He has been doing well with all his physical tests and academic tests too. This past week was "hell" week. It was a lot of military style discipline and they worked on their shooting skills at the gun range. This was also Sam's final week of having the music minister responsibilities. Sunday will be his last service to lead. It'll be nice for him to have a break from it because we'll be able to spend more time with each other on weeknights. We currently have no days off that coincide, and we won't until after the baby is here - or they put me on bed rest.