Suzy Q Homemaker: Fetus

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Thursday, April 09, 2009

FO: Baby Lure

Perhaps I can entice this baby to come out with these knitted goodies. Come on baby! I'm ready!

Monday, March 30, 2009

I'm getting down to the wire here. I wish I could say that I'm in labor RIGHT NOW, so I won't be posting for a day or two (maybe).

Thing is, with gestational diabetes, there are risks that I'm not willing to take. My OB has "taken the liberty" of scheduling a hospital induction. And my midwife (the one I'm seeing on the sly so I can have a Top Secret Homebirth (shhhh)), agrees that we should take any measure we can right now to get this show on the road.

I've been taking Evening Primrose Oil for the past couple weeks. Then I started some homeopathic remedies on Sunday. I'm also walking around with a makeshift maternity belt so I can get the baby into a better position. I don't think I mentioned that I have diastasis, which causes the baby to turn "sunny side up" and NOT put pressure on my cervix.

Who knew this would end up being so complicated?

Anyway, I'm going in for a "stretch & sweep" tomorrow.

Send me all your best labor-inducing vibes, gentle readers. I really hate that we have to intervene like we do, but it really does need to be done. And I'd rather not have to do the hospital induction. Been there, done that, don't want to do it again, thank you very much.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Approaching the finish line

(original by ....Tim)

I'm almost there. There are just a couple more things we need to get for the baby but they aren't necessary for the actual birth or even the first week. Our birth supplies are organized and ready to go, the car seat is installed, and the changing table has been reorganized (again).

Though I'm not "due" for a couple more weeks, it sure would be lovely to just go ahead and have this baby, say...TODAY. And for purely selfish reasons: I don't feel like going to church. It's horrible of me to say, I know, but I am just really worn out. Plus, I'm tired of hearing how huge I am even though I told just about everyone who commented on my size three months ago that I would get bigger.

So now that I've done just about everything that I can do around the house and more, I'm simply passing the time by knitting customs for others, doing as much Creative Memories work on the computer as I can stand, and praying that every slight twinge of my uterus is the onset of labor.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

The countdown begins...

(evening primrose by Nemo's great uncle)

"Full Term."

I hate that phrase. Not only does it give me hope that any moment I'll start feeling those familiar uterine twinges, it makes me curse every day that labor does not happen. I'm not by any means wishing for labor to begin. In fact, based on my previous pregnancies, I'm prepared to go the full forty weeks and then some. Aiden was the only one who came early, but there were different circumstances surrounding that entire experience.

No, my friends, I only wish to have this baby soonish because I basically don't want to deal with my OB anymore. We have finally come to a point where we disagree on almost every aspect of my mental and physical health. If I hadn't been undressed from the waist down yesterday, I would have jumped up from the table and stormed out. As it was, I think it would have looked pretty ridiculous to get up and put my pants on in an angry way, considering I can barely put them on in a normal-looking way right now (imagine a walrus trying to put on pants).

Factors surrounding this conflict include:

Her thinking that I'm going to end up with 12 children because I don't plan on using hormonal birth control after I give birth.
The subsequent handing of brochures to me outlining the various forms of birth control she offers.
My mental health: she would like me to see a psychologist because she believe me to be severely depressed. The truth is, every time I'm in her office, something pisses me off which makes me cry. I cry when I'm angry. HOLY CRAP.
I refuse to see a psychologist, so she pretty much stopped being friendly with me. I guess she doesn't want to be nice to the crazy lady anymore.

So, yeah. It would be nice to go ahead and squirt this baby out before next week so that I can just be done with this entire charade.

Don't tell my choir director, though. She's made it more than clear that she'd like me to hold it in until after Easter. HA!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Your baby is as big as a huh? (part six)

Week 23: Your baby is all exotic and stuff! And I guess knitted tapirs like it, too?

(Tapirs love mangoes by Sasha Kopf)

Week 24: Woah, your baby is long and kernel-y. And he come wrapped in a nifty package of leaves and silk!

(ear of chris cornell by Rakka)

Week 25: There's a bizarre festival held at a NY farmer's Market where people curl your baby across the snow. I kid you not.

(Swede (The Vegetable) by nesnad)

Week 27: Since your baby is of the English variety this week, she is considered "burpless" because of her thin skin and near-seedlessness. As long as she's rolled up nicely in my sushi, seeds don't matter one bit.

(English Cucumber by Our Enchanted Garden)

Come back next week to see how many varieties of cabbage your baby will be!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Some updates

Last week I tried to refill my Zoloft, not realizing that my prescription had expired. This meant I had to call up my OB and reschedule the appointment I missed in November. The nurse was all concerned and asked me if I'm still pregnant. If I had miscarried between now and then or gone into preterm labor, wouldn't they have known? I'm pretty sure I would have gone to the hospital and let my OB know. Even though I'm seeing a midwife as my primary care provider, the OB I employed when I was pregnant with Simon is still in the background dispensing my crazy pills and checking my special girl places once a year.

(Ladybird, about to leave a dandelion by nutmeg66)

I'm happy to report that the dandelion root calmed my PUPPP rash. I had my doubts, but after taking it for a while and thanking the heavens I wasn't itchy anymore, I got lazy and forgot to take it for a week. You know what? The rash came back (the very next day...the rash came..SORRY). It wasn't the very next day, but about a week later I started itching like crazy and I was like OOPS. Obviously, I've started taking it again.

My only problem with taking herbal supplements of any kind is that they make me feel nauseous almost immediately. I tend to gag on the floating pills if I don't swallow them just so and if I don't eat right before or after, puking or whining about feeling absolutely disgusting is almost inevitable. When I run out of these capsules, I'm going to look for a tea that isn't disgusting and pray that it works just as well.

Anyone have dandelion root tea suggestions?

Monday, January 19, 2009

Your baby is as big as a huh? (Part deux)

In this edition of "Your baby is as big as a huh?" your baby has graduated from seeds to berries! Congratulations!

Week 7: Enjoy your baby in a variety of baked goods. From bagels to scones, your baby is so versatile!

(Big Blueberry by gari.baldi)

Week 8: You could enter your baby it his/her first pageant! Combined with some meat & secret ingredients, your baby will make a hearty chili.

(Kidney Beans by mtsn)

Week 9: WATCH OUT!! There are some people out there who might want to stomp up your baby and make him into wine.

(Grapes by joyrex)

Week 10: Your baby looks like a tiny orange. But I don't know what you would do with it other than make some marmalade or salad.

(kumquats by h-bomb)

Tune in next time when your baby makes not a cookie but fruit and cake!

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Your baby is as big as a huh?

I received my weekly update from Babycenter about the progress of my growing fetus and was baffled by the size comparison:

By this week, your baby weighs two and a quarter pounds (like a Chinese cabbage)...

Wait. What? I don't think I've ever SEEN a Chinese cabbage. Let me google that for you:

(photo by FotoosVanRobin)

Yummy.

Since I guess it's easier for us pregnant women to accurately gauge the size of our growing fetus by comparing it to fruits and vegetables, I've started a visual timeline for you, starting with week four. I hope this helps!

Four Weeks--your baby will most likely get stuck in your teeth if you put it on a bagel: