Thursday, February 6, 2014

A Baby Story: Anabelle Marie Guy

   
WARNING:  This is incredibly long!

 
First let me start by saying how HORRIBLY amiss I have been in this tale.  I really wanted to get it written much sooner as I didn’t want to forget any of the details, but having a newborn is a bit difficult.  Now that Anabelle is 16 weeks (I can’t believe I just typed that), things have settled down, I have gone back to work, and I can really take a moment to write about the events leading up to the big day as well as the big day itself.

 
My last blog post was at 37 weeks (I had to go back and read it just to make sure!) At my weekly appointment at 38 weeks, I had surprised my doctor by dilating another centimeter to 3 and becoming 90% effaced.  She also made the comment that Anabelle had dropped so low; she could actually feel her head! She thought I would go early too!  Leading into what would be my last appointment I did EVERYTHING I could think/read about to naturally induce this baby out.  Fresh pineapple, walking, evening primrose oil, walking... at 39 weeks, or the Friday before I had Anabelle, I was dilated to 4 centimeters but still only 90% effaced.  I had a very serious conversation with my doctor about being induced.  Although I said from the very beginning I would do everything possible NOT to be induced, I wanted my baby out and in my arms before my sister’s wedding.  My doctor’s responses, “Well, let’s go ahead and strip your membranes. That should get things going.  And if you don’t go on your own by Monday, I will schedule you to be induced at 6am.  But trust me; you are going to be miserable for your sister’s wedding.”  HA!  What faith she had in me!  Throughout all of this, you could tell Billy was becoming more and more anxious as the weeks passed.  He was over it!  He wanted to go to the hospital right then and there, but I was still not quite ready to give in to induction.

Fresh cut pineapple... Didn't work!
Primrose oil... didn't work!
 
So, after my appointment on Friday, we called our parents and let them know that it could be any moment, but if not, we would have a baby by Monday.  Everyone was ecstatic and I was so anxious, I decided to make that my last day and not go to work.  Not only was I excited and nervous, but I started having contractions due to the stripping of the membranes.  I was FOR SURE I would be having my baby that weekend, I was wrong.

Friday night, Billy and I walked to the Fall Foliage to try to get things moving, nothing happened.  Saturday morning we walked all over town to try to get things moving, nothing happened.  We probably walked the square 20 times over the course of the weekend, nothing happened.  That’s not true, something happened.  In between all that walking, we watched an entire season of Scandal.  SO GOOD!  So by Sunday, we were bummed.  I REALLY wanted to go into labor on my own, but it didn’t look like it was in the cards for me.  So Sunday, we got up, walked down to the parade route and watched the Fall Foliage.  At one point, I actually had three different complete strangers ask me if I needed water!  HA!  I must have looked huge and exhausted.  After the parade, we spent our last evening as just the two of us with good friends.  We ate, played cards, and just relaxed as we knew it would be the last time we could do that for a while. 


By the time we got home on Sunday, contractions were coming much quicker, but not with any set frequency.  I started timing them, for fun, and contractions were coming anywhere between 5-7 minutes apart and lasting between 45 seconds to a minute and a half.  We called the on call doctor just to make sure I was fine to continue to labor at home, and he said that unless things sped up, he would see me bright and early at 6am the following morning, Monday, October 14.  So with bags packed and everything ready, Billy and I went to bed, for the last time as a family of two.

 
I slept better the night before Anabelle was born than I slept throughout the entire pregnancy, though Billy forced me to sleep on a TON of towels in case my water broke.  I think that was just my body’s way of storing up energy for what was about to happen, but also realizing that it was almost over.  Billy got up and called the hospital at 5am and they told him that 9, yes 9, Mommies-to-be had come in over the night and that we should not come in until around 10 am.  So, I lay back down and slept a little while longer.  When it was time to finally get moving, Billy woke me up with a little surprise… a picture of our good friend’s newborn baby girl.  That’s right; Billy’s college roommate and his wife had given birth to their daughter, Katherine, at 12:07 am on October 14.  Our daughters would share the same birthday!  While I was absolutely ecstatic for them, looking back, I barely remember anything I said about that as I was focused and in the zone preparing for our own birth.


Not too bad for 39 weeks and 6 days! 
 
Billy and I arrived to the hospital around 10:30 am, checked in and were escorted to our room.  To say I was nervous would be an understatement.  It is hard to prepare for that which you have very little knowledge or experience and boy was I scared for what was to come.  Around 11:30 am my mom and dad showed up and around noon Billy’s mom showed up with lunch for Billy.  Note: women about to give birth are not allowed to eat in case a C-Section is needed.  Do not, I repeat, do no, eat a sandwich in front of the pregnant and laboring mother of your unborn child.  She may say it is ok, she is lying!

What Billy ate while I was STARVING!
Billy and I had decided early on that we didn’t want people in the waiting room waiting on us to have this baby because I didn’t want the added pressure.  But I guess you can’t really expect your parents to listen.  They were all SUPER excited.  Billy and I had also talked about who we wanted in the room during labor and delivery and Billy mostly left the decision up to me.  I went back and forth, but finally I decided I just wanted Billy and my mom there.  I knew Billy would do great, but not knowing how long the whole labor and delivery process would take; I thought he might like a little back-up in case he needed a break.  Good thing it was quick, because my mom turned out to be NO HELP!  More on that later.

Taken right before they broke my water and the "fun" began.
 
About 12:30 pm, my nurse came in and checked me.  She had already placed the IV and hooked me up to the monitors to measure contractions, but she wanted to see how far along I was before she hooked up my Pitocin drip to start the inducing process.  Although my nurse was fantastic and I absolutely loved her, she didn’t believe me that I was already 4cm because I was talking and joking around.  She informed me that some women ask for an epidural at 4cm and here I was walking and joking around like it was no big deal.  I am SO thankful that she decided to check me first, because even though I was still at 4cm, she thought that if we broke my water, I would progress naturally.  She went ahead and called the doctor, Dr. Watters, and by 1:30pm, my water had been broken (which felt like I was peeing myself over and over again) and labor had officially begun, no induction needed.

 
Some might call me lucky and others might feel sorry for me, but as soon as my water broke, contractions came FAST and STRONG.  They had to adjust the contraction monitor because my contractions were off the chart.  When they say you can’t talk through real contractions, they aren’t kidding.  I just remember continually telling Billy how I was NOT prepared for this and that I thought it would take longer.  My nurse and I discussed an epidural before we broke my water and I knew that I was third in line.  She said it took about 30 minutes for the anesthesiologist to do an epidural from start to finish, so I knew I was going to have to labor beyond my pain tolerance for a while.  Later, I was told, that I kept trying to get Billy to find the anesthesiologist and pay him to come to me first!  HA!  Like we could even pretend to offer him enough money to do that.  And where was my mom during all of this, you might ask?  In the waiting room!  She states that she couldn’t stand to see me in pain, so she chickened out and would come back and forth as the messenger.  And who was she giving messages to?  Oh, all my aunts, cousins, and cousin’s children waiting on us in the waiting room.  You know, the ones I said not to come until after Anabelle arrived!  With everything progressing so quickly, my Mom kind of jumped the gun, but oh well, there was a lot of love in the waiting room!

 
By 3pm the anesthesiologist finally arrived and I was never so happy to see a person in my whole life.  Shortly before he arrived, the nurse checked me to see how far I was and although she didn’t tell me until later, I was dilated to 8cm.  I had gone from 4cm to 8cm in a blink of an eye, but now, it was epidural time!  I always knew I would have an epidural, but it still scared me.  I wasn’t nervous about the needle or the pain, I was nervous about the necessity to sit still.  Yea right!  Try sitting still through a contraction!  It is virtually impossible.  My anesthesiologist was AMAZING though and had me hooked up in a blink of an eye.  In fact, as soon as he was done, I looked at my nurse and proclaimed I needed to push.  I could see the doubt in her eyes as she told me I would have to wait at least 15 minutes for the epidural to take effect.  My response was, “Ok, then I need to poop!” HA! She checked and low and behold, I was 10cm and ready to push!  Told you!

At 3:30pm, Dr. Watters arrives, gowned up, and the pushing began.  I know that everyone has things they are concerned about, pooping on the table, being told when and how to push, etc.  By that time, I didn’t care; I wanted me baby out and in my arms.  My nurse and Dr. Watters were highly optimistic that I would be able to get my baby out within 15 to 20 minutes.  After 30 minutes of pushing I was informed, “Well, we have some bad news.”  I IMMEDIATELY panicked.  On the short list of things I didn’t want, right after not wanting to be induced came having a C-Section.  So, I asked if that what I needed and my nurse immediately said, “No silly.  Your baby is just face up and she is too far in the birth canal for us to rotate her, so it might take a little bit longer for you to push her out than we expected.”  Phew!  I remember thinking, I can handle that.  So, I continued to push.  Each time Billy and the doctor would count to 5 even 10 and as soon as I could catch my breath I would say, “Did I make any progress?”  I think I probably asked a MILLION questions, but that one in particular was repeated after Every. Single. Push.  My nurse’s response, “Well, you went two steps forward and one step back.”  It wasn't until much later that I realized she was just being nice!

By 4pm I informed the doctor, nurse, and Billy, that I WOULD have a baby in my arms by 5pm.  I could see the doubtful look on their faces, but I was determined.  The clock became my focal point and Billy counting became the only thing I could hear. My baby WOULD be out by 5pm.  As 5pm came and went, you could feel the tension in the room.  I know that they were all thinking missing my deadline would put me into a tailspin, and to be honest, it almost did.  However, at 5pm I experienced what all laboring moms refer to as the “Ring of Fire” or Anabelle's head descending.  At 5:05 pm, Dr. Watters actually told me to stop pushing, which I thought was weird. I later found out that if I had continued to push, I would have had Anabelle’s shoulders stuck while waiting on the next contraction which would have been horribly painful!  Dr. Watters told me on the next big contraction to push harder than I thought possible.  At 5:07pm, Anabelle Marie Guy came into the world sunny-side-up and screaming the most glorious noise I had ever heard.  Weighing in at 7 pounds 15 ounces and 19.5 inches long and looking an awful lot like me, I truly couldn’t believe she was our baby, as I expected her to be a bit bigger than that.  She was immediately placed on my chest where all Billy and I could do was stare at her and kiss her.  From start to finish, I was in labor and delivery for 6.5 hours.  Not bad for a first-time mom! And remember those 9 other Mommies-to-Be?  Well, I was the last one to check in and the 2nd to have my baby!  YA!

How cute it my bugaboo?  She looks so big here!


 
Although I was determined to breastfeed and tried to get Anabelle to latch, she really wasn’t interested and within minutes a Lacatation Consultant was in trying to show me how.  Anabelle still wouldn’t latch and the nurse told me she would visit me again after we were settled in our Recovery room.  Bloomington Hospital has what they call the “Golden Hour.”  No visitors for the first hour so that Mom, Dad, and baby can bond.  By 6:05 pm, all of our stuff was packed up and my parents were knocking on the door.  My Dad could absolutely NOT wait any longer and he needed that baby!  After Billy and me, my Dad was the first person to hold Anabelle, though Billy had a hard time giving her up.  By 6:15pm, all of our stuff had been packed up, and we were being moved to my Recovery room.  Along the way, we stopped in the middle of the hallway for my cousin’s children and my nephew to see Anabelle, as well as announce her name.  (Remember, up until birth, no one knew her name!)  It was fun to see all of the kids look at her with awe and wonder and even though they were not allowed to come back to my room, they still got to meet her.

 
After that, everything became a big blur!  I know that my parents, my mother-in-law, my sister-in-law, and my cousins all came in to see Anabelle and hold her.  My sister came a bit later as she knew it would be crowded and wanted Anabelle all to herself.  We even got George, my brother-in-law, to hold her, which truthfully, is one of my favorite pictures to date! 

Billy's mom, Tina.

My mom, Sara. 

By the time everyone left, Billy was so exhausted, that flipped on the Colts game and passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow.  I, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep.  Between the events of the day, being hungry, and being checked on what felt like every hour, who could sleep?

Anabelle was born on Monday Night Football.  GO COLTS!
 
Tuesday morning brought my husband’s cousin to see us as well as more lactation consultants.  Anabelle still wouldn’t latch, but they didn’t seem concerned.  They just asked that I continue to try every hour to hour and half and also recommended Anabelle see a special pediatric physical therapist who specialized in microfacial therapy.  My brother-in-law’s mom stopped in for a minute as she was in Bloomington for some testing and boy did she get a show (my bare derriere!).  Billy’s dad came a bit later and a little after lunch we were visited by Billy’s stepdad, Scott. 
 
Billy's Dad, Billy.
OUr good friend, Kenny.



Billy's Step Dad, Scott.

Anabelle loves to lay this way!
   
Tuesday night brought more visitors, including a picture session with Billy’s cousin who is a photographer.  To say I love the pictures she took is an understatement, especially as I sit at my desk staring at one of her beautiful images.   Tuesday night was also the night Billy and I finally broke down and asked for formula.  Although I wanted to nurse, Anabelle just wouldn’t do it and she was hungry!  She gobbled up the bottle we gave her and I officially started what would become my life, pumping. 
 


 
 
Wednesday morning we woke up and they told us we could leave that afternoon after we completed all of the necessary paperwork.   We also had a physical therapist come in and work on Anabelle for a bit.  They were concerned that since she was unable to latch, it might be something other than me and they were right.  Because Anabelle dropped so low at about 36 weeks, she got into a place that she couldn’t get out of and she was born with torticollis, or an extreme stiff neck.  This caused Anabelle to not be able to open her mouth wide enough to latch and suckle without it being painful.  The therapist suggested we make more appointments to meet with her once we got home and got situated.  Thus we began our 10 weeks of physical therapy, but that's a story for another time.
 
By 2pm, everything was packed up and ready to go and I couldn’t help but think all of the nurses and doctors were crazy for letting us take this sweet little innocent and precious baby home.  I mean, we had never done this!
 
 
 
Notice their shirts.  Big Guy and Little Guy. 

 
 
 
While on our way home, we let our friends and family know that they were more than welcome to come visit, but I wanted and needed time to introduce Anabelle to her puppy sister, Winnie.  I didn’t want Winnie to be overwhelmed with a new baby and a bunch of people.  After getting situated, which I admit invoked some tears from me, our family started trickling in.  It was a great night filled with family and friends, but boy were we exhausted when we hit the sack.


Told you I cried.
 
Thursday we woke up to our first Pediatrician appointment and wedding preparations.  Remember, Erika, my sister, was getting married on Friday and although we were little help on Thursday, we did make it to the Rehearsal dinner. 

Friday, WEDDING DAY, and I felt great!  HA!  In your face doc!  Billy, Anabelle, and I arrived at 3pm ready for family pictures.  At 4 days old, Anabelle was being welcomed into the family in a big way!  My sister’s wedding was absolutely beautiful and I am so happy that we were not only able to make it, but that Anabelle was able to make it as well.  My parents were a little less stressed out and everyone was able to focus on the happy couple while also having the opportunity to meet the newest addition to the family.
 
Our family.

All in all, I can say that my pregnancy, labor, and delivery were pretty uneventful, and for that, we are truly blessed.  Billy, Anabelle, and I are surrounded by amazing family and friends that have helped make the transition from couple to family easy.  I absolutely love being a mother, though I will not sugarcoat it and say it is easy.  The first month of Anabelle’s life was HARD!  I do not do well with sleep deprivation and there were times I was at my wits end.  However, Anabelle has been sleeping through the night for the past month and I can honestly say we are lucky!  I love my little family and can’t wait to see what life has in store for us.  One thing I can tell you for sure, though, don’t be expecting another little Baby Guy any time soon.  I want to be Anabelle’s Mommy for a bit.

 
Stay tuned for pictures of the first 4 months of Anabelle’s life. 

Sunday, September 29, 2013

37 weeks... the End is SO CLOSE!


   
 
     The end is in sight and I really can’t believe it.  At 37 weeks, we are technically full-term.  Though it would be nice to keep this baby in a couple weeks longer, I, along with my doctor, feel like she is coming early.  Now I know at this point most pregnant women are ready for their babies to be here, but truthfully, I just like our little princess needs to “bake” a bit longer.  And, as many of you know, my brother in law is getting married on October 5 and my sister is getting married on October 18.  I would like to hold off on this baby making her appearance until after the 5th but before 18th, but, since I am not in control, we will just have to wait and see.
     A couple of interesting things did happen this week.  My co-workers held a surprise baby shower for me which was really fun.  They bought a lot of nice things for Baby (girl) Guy and let’s be honest, who doesn’t like shopping for a baby?  




We also had our weekly OB appointment on Friday where the doctor told us that I am 3cm dilated and 80% effaced.  This about 1 cm further than we were at 36 weeks, so at least we are making progress.  But what does this all mean?   Pretty much, Baby Girl can come anytime!  So let’s do a quick 37-week update.


Week 37 Pregnancy Updates


Baby Guy's Size: I guess we will find out how big Baby Guy is when she chooses to make her appearance.  According to The Bump, she should be somewhere between 6.5 to 9 pounds and be about 19 to 21 inches long.  Truthfully, I don’t think we are going to have a big baby, but I feel like she may be on the taller side.



My belly: Have I told you lately I LOVE fall!  What does this have to with my belly?  Well… I can wear scarves to cover up the belly! Haha!  In actuality, the belly has gotten much bigger, but it sure has dropped.  Baby Guy is LOW!
  

My Size: Doctor says weight gain is looking good.  If Baby Guy comes soon, my total weight gain would be right at 20 pounds and I am totally ok with that.

Movement:  Movements have become less punch and kick-like and more like rolls.  What I find most interesting is that we know that Baby Guy is head down and yet I can still feel her feet up in my ribs sometimes.  Its one reason why I feel like our kid may come out on the taller side.

Most exciting thing: Knowing that our princess will be here practically any time.  I know that by this time most pregnant women are over being pregnant, but I really would like her to delay making her appearance for a bit, but she comes when she comes, and we couldn’t be more excited to meet her!

Most annoying thing:  Can you say PRESSURE?!  I mean, seriously!  There is so much pressure so very low.  I know that this is part of it, but sometimes there is so much pressure it’s hard to even walk.

Cravings:  Food just doesn’t sound good.  I eat because I know I have to.  Really, I just get so full that the pressure in my stomach just isn’t fun.

Sickness: I feel really good, which is surprising me as everyone says the last month is the most miserable.  I know I can make it another week but we will definitely have to see what Baby Girl has in mind.


Next appointment: We go on Wednesday to see if any further progress has been made.  If you are a praying person, keep Billy, Baby Girl and I in your thoughts and say an extra little something that she waits to come until AFTER October 5.  J

Friday, September 20, 2013

Quick Little Update




Just a quick little update.  Went to the OB yesterday for our 36 week check up.  According to the doctor, everything looks great.  We did get a bit of a surprise... I am 2cm dilated!  Looks like our princess **could** make an early appearance. 
I am not going to get my hopes up though, as I know lots of women who have dilated to 2cm, even further, and then had to be induced past their due dates.  And in all honesty, I would like our little baby girls to stay safe and sound for another three weeks or so.  However, just to be on the safe side, I think I will make sure that I have our bags packed and ready, just in case. 


This is obviously not my stuff since I haven't packed.
And I am a SERIOUS overpacker, so there will
probably be more than this!

Keep checking in for more updates, especially as we transition to our once-a-week appointments! 

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

36 Weeks... Almost There!!


    
     Seriously, how did we get to 36 weeks? The time has literally flown by! In 4 weeks (maybe less) our little princess will be here! I just can't believe it! Everyone always asks me if we are ready and the answer is... well... more or less. Are we prepared in terms of having her room done? Eh, not really? She has everything she needs, we just need to buckle down and finish it! Truthfully, I keep hoping those "nesting" instincts everyone always talks about finally kick in. Are we prepared in terms of how having a baby is going to irreversibly change our lives forever.... probably not! Are we ready to finally meet our baby girl?! UNDOUBTEDLY! Every night before bed as Billy is having his nightly "chat" with our princess he ends it by saying "I love you and I can't wait to meet you!"

     The past four weeks have flown by because boy have we been busy. A few weeks ago my cousin and a good friend of the family hosted a baby shower for Billy and I. We received so many wonderful gifts for our little princess that we are still trying to find a place for it all.  Shortly after I celebrated my 27th birthday and Billy and I also had our maternity pictures done.  This past weekend my mother and I along with my sister's two bridesmaids hosted Erika's Bridal shower. Throw in prep work for these events, a cloth diapering class, and purchasing the last few things we need before Baby (girl) Guy arrives and there just hasn't been enough time to think about blogging, let alone do it.

     So.... that's how we got here. 36 weeks... and counting. Truthfully, this last month is the one I have been dreading. Everyone says it’s the most miserable, but I actually feel pretty great! Starting at about 32 weeks our princess decided to move head down and sit on my sciatic nerve which caused for some serious issues walking. At 34 weeks, when it hadn't gotten any better, my OB ordered me to Physical Therapy. I REALLY didn't want to go, but now that I am 2 weeks in to my 3 week session, I am SO VERY GRATEFUL I did.  Like I said, I feel great.  Don’t get me wrong, I have the normal aches and pains, especially when Baby Guy decides to move into my ribcage, but I just expected to be more miserable.  Am I over being pregnant?  OF COURSE!  I am tired of talking about being pregnant and just want to talk about my baby.  I want to meet her, hold her, see who she looks like, and just generally love all over her.  But I know these last few weeks are so very important to her development so I guess Billy and I will just have to suck it up!

     Let’s go ahead and do a quick, 36 week update.  We do go to the doctor tomorrow where they will start checking to see if I am effaced and dilated any, so hopefully I will be able to update again soon.


Week 36 Pregnancy Updates
 

Baby Guy's Size: Still not quite sure how big Baby (girl) Guy is.  I haven’t had a real ultrasound since our 20 week appointment.  If my weight gain is any indication, she is probably NOT going to be a 10 pound baby, but I guess you never know.  I do know that she is head down, which is good, and I have been having some signs that she is getting ready.  I have had multiple people tell me that I look like I have dropped.  YAY!



My belly: Oh… it’s there.  I know that my bump is relatively small in comparison to how far along I am because I have someone tell me at least once a day!  This picture below actually surprised me as I have a weird connection to my bump.  Some days I wake up and think how small my bump looks in comparison to what I expected it to be and then days like yesterday (when this picture was taken), I think… BOY I AM HUGE!  As I mentioned above, though, I can tell its dropped.




My Size: This is an interesting one.  I have never been shy to talk about how much weight I have gained, but between my 32 week and 34 week appointment, I didn’t gain any weight.  Now, my 32 week appointment was in the afternoon and my 34 week appointment was in the morning, so that could have something to do with it, but over the past couple of weeks, I have been really trying to monitor not only what I eat, but how much and how often.  As of today, I still haven’t gained any weight.  I am anxious to see what the Doctor has to say about this.  With four weeks to go, my total weight gain, thus far, has been 17.5 pounds.

 

Movement:  We have reached that place where movement is, sometimes, painful.  We have one very active child on our hands.  On one hand, I love it because I know she is still alive and well, on the other, boy does it hurt sometimes.  Our child also already has a strong attachment to her father.  As soon as she hears his voice, she moves to be closer to it.  Billy has made this into some kind of game, watching my belly go all nuts as he moves around.  I have to remind him, often, that while it looks amazing on the outside, on the inside, it’s no walk in the park.

 

Most exciting thing: Really, watching her nursery come together has been really fun.  As non-pink and purple people, we have had to really be creative in finding the pieces for our nursery.  I thought it would be difficult to find pieces in the black houndstooth and red damask patterns that I picked, however, I must really be on trend as I have been able to find changing pad covers, a rug, and storage bins all to match the room.  I can’t wait to get it finished and post pictures for everyone to see!




Most annoying thing:  Heartburn and acid reflux are a beast but lately, the most annoying thing, is my swollen foot.  That’s right, foot.  For some reason my right foot has decided that it wants to live in a constantly swollen state.  I have no ankle.  If you see it, please tell it to come home as I miss seeing an ankle bone.



Cravings:  Still no serious cravings.  Though I did kill a bag of Halloween Oreos in record time.  I allow myself 4 Oreos a day, but they just don’t seem to last very long.  And of course, I have to have milk.  I use the need for calcium as my excuse. 

Sickness: Still feel good.  I did have some butt pain a few weeks ago, but physical therapy has really done wonders for that!

 

Next appointment: TOMORROW!  Billy and I go to the doctor tomorrow and every week thereafter until she arrives.  Tomorrow they will start checking to see if I have made any progress so I will make sure to update (hopefully!).

Friday, August 9, 2013

Cooperation is NOT our strong suit...

    


     On Wednesday, Billy and I took our mothers to a 3D/4D ulstrasound place in Greenwood call Sneek Peak.  As many of you know, Baby Guy was NOT COOPERATIVE.  Our stubborn little girl would not move her hands away from her face.  The owner told us that we could come back the next day and get a re-scan since Baby Guy was being so camera shy.



     Yesterday we went back and to be perfectly honest, I was expecting a lot more of the same.  With all of our ulstrasounds Baby Guy has just not been into it.  She moves and wiggles and tries to get away.  All of the movement is great in terms of making a healthy baby, but it is a bit counterproductive when you are trying to get a good picture of her face.  So at 6:45pm I laid down on the table expecting to be a slightly disappointed, but instead... we got these!

When she came on the screen, the tech immediately
said... Look at those chubby cheeks!


Look at that little smile!


 
 
 
     Are they the best 3D/4D pictures every taken?  No.  But Shaena at Sneek Peak was great!  So patient and understanding.  She did her absolute best and when you are working with a baby in utero, you take what you can get.  I absolutely love these pictures and know that Billy and I will cherish them forever!  But now is the time to help us out... who do you think she looks like?!  I still think she looks like me but even if you disagree, you have to admit... SHE HAS MY NOSE!  I have said from 20 weeks and at 30 weeks, I still believe it.
     Now that that is all over, it starting to set in that the next time we see her, we will be holding her!  I know that Billy is getting more and more excited/anxious as each day goes by.  He just keeps telling me, I can't wait to hold her.  At times, I feel sorry for him/Dads in general.  Men don't get to experience all of the amazing things that pregnancy has to offer.  On the flip side, men don't have to go to the bathroom every 5 minutes, sleep in some of the strangest ways imaginable, waddle, or push a large object out of a small object, so maybe I don't feel TOO bad for them.
     So now that you have seen the pictures, let's do some 30 week updates!
 


Week 30 Pregnancy Updates
 
Baby Guy's Size:  Starting at our next appointment we will start measuring Baby Guy's size as well as looking to see if she is preparing herself for the Great Journey.  Right now, all I can tell you is she sure has some CHUBBY cheeks.  According to The Bump, Baby Guy is between 2.5 to 3.8 pounds and the length of a cucumber.



My belly:  Full speed ahead.  There is a bump and it is proud to make its appearance.  Truthfully, it isn't nearly as large as I expected and for that I am grateful.


Before Baby Guy's first concert...
New Kids on the Block!  WHAT?!

My Size: Still doing great in terms of weight gain.  Right now I fluctuate between 11-13 pounds.  If I stay at this pace, I will hit the 20 pound mark my doc set for me and hopefully won't go over.

Movement:  Does wild and crazy ring a bell?  We have one ACTIVE child.  I really enjoy it most days as I know she is still alive and well and happy in her "home."  Though one day this week she had the hiccups and it felt like a muscle spasm in my crotch continuously for about 30 minutes.  That was a bit annoying.

Most exciting thing: I know this sounds bad, but passing that 3 hour glucose test was pretty stinking exciting.  Not only does it mean I am healthier than I realized, but that my baby is not in any danger either.

DON'T PICK ORANGE!  I had Fruit Punch for the
1 hour and it was MUCH BETTER!


Most annoying thing: I have said it before and I will say it again... going to the bathroom.  I despise it.  One lady at work refers to it as my other "office."  Oh yea, also had that darn TDaP vaccine.  That thing makes your arm SORE!

Cravings: I wish I had a good craving to report, but I don't.  I still want sweets all the time, but that was pretty normal pre-pregnancy.  The other day I would have killed someone for white cheddar popcorn, though.




Sickness:  The occasional acid reflux, but other than that... nothing! 

Next appointment: We are now in our 2 week appointments so we go back on August 20.  For the most part our appointments have been 15 minutes in an out, but I look for that to start to change real soon.

     That is it for now.  Expect the next update after our 32 week appointment.  I would like to add that Billy and I have been getting a few people here and there asking about where we are registered.  I finally got that done, with no help from my hubby (thank God for Moms!) and we are registered at Buy Buy Baby and Target.  Besides the fact that our feet were killing us by the end, registering was fun!  Until next time...