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July 2008


July 3, 2008

Yesterday I had an OB appointment. The bun has a good heart rate and I'm measuring about two weeks ahead. (Probably just because I'm no skinny-minnie.) I've gained five pounds this month; that's fine, but I hope to not gain much more. I also had protein in my urine, which can indicate a problem with preeclampsia (pregnancy-related high blood pressure). However, my doctor isn't too worried since my blood pressure looks fine. It's been hot here and she said protein can end up in urine if you're dehydrated. Still, I have to go back next Friday and have them check my urine and blood pressure again.

The doc also set up my glucose test (for pregnancy-related diabetes) for the end of the month. Although this is routine, I never had the test when I was pregnant with Anastasia because I never got that far along. My friends tell me it's no fun to drink the doctor-prescribed 10 oz. of sugar, then have your blood drawn.

I also talked to my doctor about possibly having my old OB, who delivered Anastasia but is no longer a practicing OB (just an GYN), assist with my C-section. She said that was certainly possible, since both doctors are in the same practice. Hubby and I think that would be really neat, since my old doctor was so supportive of our decision not to abort Anastasia (and my other doctors were not).

Speaking of Miss A., remember when I discovered her with blood all over her face and hands? I later discovered how it happened. Earlier, she'd been playing in my office and found a metal ruler; I'd told her to put it back because "it could really hurt you and give you an owie." I thought she had obeyed, but I later found the ruler - with blood all over it - thrown over the child gate into another room. I think she realized Mommy was right, but didn't want to admit it :)

She is getting sneakier that way. A few days ago, she was watching one of her Brainy Baby DVDs while I worked on my laptop (not a common thing in our house). My battery ran out, and I only had five more minutes of work left, so I hauled the computer into my office and plugged it in, thinking Miss A. was occupied and would be fine. Well, just as I was finishing up, I heard Anastasia sobbing. When I asked her why, she said she was crying because her movie was over. This didn't sound right to me, and sure enough, I looked down and saw that her hands were completely covered in marker ink. Then I discovered her little activity table was also completely covered in marker ink.

Apparently, when I left the room she saw the opportunity to be naughty, then regretted it, knowing she was going to be in trouble...hence the crying. It wasn't too big a deal. The markers were washable. But she still got a stern lecture as I made her clean the table all by herself.

Yesterday I took Anastasia to the park. Unfortunately, it's the first time we've gone this year, because I've been hesitant to walk the several miles there while I'm pregnant. (We are a one vehicle family and I don't drive. This time, a friend took us.) Miss A. really could have cared less about the playground equipment. She wouldn't even go on her favorite - the swings - until she'd gone up to every child in the park, said hello ("Hello, boy! Hello, girl! Hello, baby!") and given them a hug. She's really turned into something of a social butterfly around children.

She also took her first tumble after being hit by a child in a swing. It was Miss A.'s fault. She kept walking too close to the swings, despite my warnings. Fortunately, the child in the swing was just a baby and wasn't being swung very hard. Still, Miss A. did a face plant. But she's a tough little thing. She got right up without assistance and said to the gradeschool-aged boy swinging the baby, "Sorry, boy!"

July 5, 2008

I hope all of you in the U.S. had a wonderful Independence Day. We had a relaxing day with friends, but in the back of my mind I couldn't help remember that July the 4th is also the anniversary of my water breaking with Anastasia. The sound of firecrackers always makes me think of that horrible night.

Fortunately, however, there was no reoccurrence with Miss A.'s baby brother :) In fact, the most exciting thing that happened was I got tired of Anastasia begging to put on makeup while I did, so I handed her what I thought was a container of blush. But when I was done with my makeup, I realized she'd been smearing greasy lip color all over her face:

At the park. Miss A. climbed up these "big kid" steps all by herself for the first time. They're really steep for her little legs!

So proud to be on the big kid swings.

July 9, 2008

Yesterday morning, we awoke to a little off-key voice singing "Old MacDonald." Better than any alarm radio :)

Miss A. is getting to where she sings a lot of the day, as she's busy doing other things. She even invites me to sing along sometimes. A few days back, she asked me to sing "the Noah song." I said I didn't know a Noah song, would she sing it for me? She proceeded to make up a song about Noah and his rocking, big boat, that eventually turned into "Rock-a-Bye Noah."

This morning, I explained to Anastasia that she might not see her daddy much today. "Daddy's truck is broken and he needs to fix it." She said, "Yes. Hoss [one of her daddy's friends] is helping by bringing Daddy a battery for his truck." Anything that's broken just needs batteries, ya know :)

Anastasia's baby brother is kicking up a storm. This week, we'll hit the 25 week mark, and we have an all-too-good idea of what the bun will look like at that point. I'll be excited to see 25 weeks come and go.

I still have an appointment to have my urine and blood pressure checked this Friday, but I've checked my blood pressure several times and it's just like it always is...a little low. I don't think I really have to worry about preeclampsia.


July 11, 2008


I just want to let everyone know that I had another urine test and blood pressure check this afternoon. There is no protein in my urine and my blood pressure is just fine :)


July 13, 2008

Yesterday, the Bun was 25 weeks and 2 days along. The exact gestation when Anastasia was born. I don't want to make it sound like I thought about this incessantly, but I couldn't help but have it cross my mind several times.

By the time Miss A. was born, I'd been on home bed rest for about five weeks; I was admitted into the hospital for bed rest the day before I turned 25 weeks pregnant. I'd been having cramps or possibly contractions, but once I was in the hospital, they went away.

Many women on hospital bed rest complain that it's terribly dull, but that was not my experience. In fact, after a month of peaceful home bed rest, I found hospital bed rest far too stimulating. Not only did friends drop by for visits, but I saw my doctor every day, a physical therapist (assigned to help prevent muscle atrophy), the chaplain, and a myriad of nurses. They wore me out!

Then, at 25 weeks and 2 days, I started having cramps again. I swore I was in labor, but the nurses declared I was "too nice" to be in real labor. Still, a few hours later, there was no question the labor was real, and my doctor rushed to the hospital to deliver what I know he felt was a baby who would not live.

And now look; I have a beautiful, nearly-three daughter :)

And she now has a brother with a name: Zane Daniel. Zane means "God's precious gift" and Daniel is a family name.

Now hubby and I can say we have children from A to Z!

July 15, 2008

Anastasia is becoming more and more baby-centered. Here are some things she's said in the last few days:

* "Is baby brother coming out of your tummy now???" (I think she's becoming impatient!)

* While sitting in my lap: "Mommy, I falling off. Push me back!" (She didn't like my explanation that she was as far back as my tummy would let her be.)

* "Baby brother's mine best friend. When he's born, I give him lots of hugs."

July 20, 2008

Yesterday we went to a local parade and fair. We'd told Anastasia ahead of time that we'd be going to the parade, and that there'd be horses and fire trucks. Her immediate reply was: "Can I drive the fire truck? Can I drive a dump truck?"

She was so excited, and once there she received even the simplest "floats" with glee. She was delighted to see Elmo in the parade (she has very little exposure to him, but we do watch Elmo's Potty Time), but mostly was the horses and trucks she liked the best.

At one point, she cried, "There's a donkey!" We were flabbergasted because in the middle of some horses, there was a mule. If you don't have a sense of perspective, a donkey does, indeed, look just like a mule.

We also met up with Mr. E. and his family at the parade. It's been a few weeks since he and Miss A. have seen each other, and he was eager to give Anastasia a hug. "Yep! He loves me," Anastasia said.

Later, in the park, we stopped and watched a marching band, and she studied them carefully, applauding after each number.

Also in the park, we saw Elmo again. Miss A. was eager to see him until she got close, and then she lost her nerve. She appears to have great remorse over not hugging him as some other children were doing; she keeps talking about how "Elmo was afraid of me" and how "Elmo wanted to hug me." Last night, she seemed really sad about it, so I used it as an opportunity to teach her a little about trusting her instincts about people. Not that I think the person in the Elmo costume was bad, but I don't think any child (or adult) should ever feel badly because their instincts tell them to stay away from someone. (An idea heavily discussed in Protecting the Gift, a book every parent must read.)

But other than this one incident, Anastasia had a terrific time, which is great because she was sooooo tired and grumpy the day before. In fact, she ripped the cover off one of my books--something she never does. A few hours later, as I was telling her daddy about it, Miss A. said, "Yes, some little person ripped the cover off Mommy's book!"


July 20 (part II)

This evening as I was doing dishes, Miss A. came running out of her room with a toy in her hand, and I suddenly heard a very loud THUMP. There was a moment's pause, and I listened close...Then she started crying. She'd somehow run right into the wall--into the corner, I think. She didn't cry terribly long, but she has a large bump on her forehead that's already turning purple. It looks like it came very close to splitting open. She's been subdued this evening--mostly sitting in her daddy's lap while he put some ice on her bump. I gave her some Tylenol, which I thought might help with a headache.

We didn't put her in bed until just a few minutes ago--about an hour and a half later than usual. Apparently I'm supposed to wake her up every half hour for the first six hours after the injury, then two hours later, then every four hours...all to make sure the injury isn't worse than it appears. It's going to be a long night. And here I was just thinking I was all caught up on my rest. Ah well, mommyhood and sleep deprivation go hand in hand.


July 21, 2008

Last night, Miss A.'s forehead looked awful--huge, swollen, and purple. I stayed up with her until 12:30 am, then went to bed. Hubby checked in on Anastasia a couple of times in the wee hours, and then at 7:30 am, I awoke to the sound of Anastasia singing a made-up song at the top of her lungs.

She's just fine. And even though her forehead still looks painful, it looks better than it did last night. She's eating heartily and I'm busy telling her not to run around in the house any more.



July 25, 2008

I feel rotten. I've had a headache all day. I've been nauseated on and off, to the point I was sure I was going to vomit. And the sun hurts my eyes. I'm not sure why I feel this way, but I do know I slept dreadfully last night. I'm at the point where it seems impossible to get comfortable in bed. If I lay on my side, my arms fall asleep and sometimes my tummy hurts. And if I sleep on my back, it's either uncomfortable to my stomach or I snore badly. Last night, particularly, I tossed and turned.

I do have a Snoogle, a pillow designed just for pregnant women. I loved it during my short pregnancy with Anastasia, but now it's not helping me as much as I'd like. (I think it's just worn out; I loaned it to my sis-in-law for her last pregnancy, too.) So today I picked up an ordinary body pillow for $9 at Wal-Mart. I hope it helps.

In the meantime, I've been taking Tylenol (which you know I hate to do while pregnant).

But even though I'm telling you how rotten I feel, I'm doing so with a smile. Because I'd much rather feel rotten today--or for the next few months--and have a full term baby than to feel great and have a preemie!

27 weeks!

Speaking of our former preemie, Miss A. is on to two big trends: Singing and telling stories. All day long she sings--often at the top of her lungs. Favorites include "Jesus Loves Me," "On Top of Spaghetti," "Frère Jacques" ("In French, just like Fancy Nancy!" she says), "Teddy Bear's Picnic," and "Hush-a-Bye Baby," which she often sings as "Hush-a-Bye Zane." She also makes up her own songs.

As for telling stories, sometimes she'll do it with a book in hand, but often she'll just be riding in the back of the truck, making stories up. But they always sound like they came out of a book. For example, she'll say: "'Oh, I need to get out of here,' he said, walking away." (Perhaps someday she'll be a novelist?)

Other recent tid-bits:

(While eating lunch): "Is mine chicken in mine tummy? Baby brother is in Mommy's tummy."

"Can I go to Mommy's doctor and listen to baby brother in Mommy's tummy?" (This impresses me because she's only heard the baby's heartbeat once, and it was when I was in my first trimester.)

And the Gospel according to Anastasia:

Anastasia: "God made them for me."

Me: "Made what for you, honey?"

Anastasia: "Books!"

(A typical prayer): "I love you, Jesus. [Babble I don't understand....] I need to pray to you, Jesus. [More babble I don't understand...] Now Mommy needs to pray."

Anastasia (to me): "You are mine savior."

Me: "No, honey, Jesus is your savior."

Anastasia: "Yeah, you Daddy's slave."

(Okay, I admit I said this once--mostly in jest--a month ago...)

July 26, 2008

I still feel sucky. The pillow definitely helped me sleep better, but while I was exhausted, I just couldn't fall asleep until the wee hours. Headache, eyes sensitive to sunlight, nausea, and fatigue. I tried taking some allergy medication to see if that might help, but it didn't do a thing. Then my hubby suggested I look up the possible side effects of progesterone.

Yep, that's right. They are all listed as possible side effects for the suppositories. Sigh. If that's what's causing this, I'll probably just have to live with it for a while :(

Now, to give us all a little smile: Today Miss A. and I were talking about Zane's birth (in a general way) when she said, "Will he be born in a manger?"

July 27, 2008

I'm better today, by quite a bit. I went to bed at 9 pm and slept until 9:45 am. I think I was just exhausted!

But I'm really posting because I wanted to share this video of Anastasia singing "Jesus Loves Me" and her own made up song about the sun "that makes me cold."


July 30, 2008

On Monday, I had my glucose test. This is a routine thing to see if diabetes has developed during pregnancy. I'd heard awful things about it, but it wasn't as bad as I imagined. I drank some sort of special, high sugar drink (which tastes like a Sprite), then had my blood drawn an hour later. About 15 minutes before the blood draw, I thought I'd vomit, and baby Zane was really busy inside me, but soon I felt better.

Then this morning my OB's nurse called and said my test was "a little off." Now I have to do a different gestational diabetes test. I will fast late this evening until the testing is over, go into the lab at 7am, drink double the amount of that sugary drink, and have my blood drawn four times over the coarse of 3 1/2 hours. The nurse said I will feel really sick between the fasting and all that sugar. Fun, fun.

I'm hoping the first test was some sort of fluke. Only about four percent of women develop gestational diabetes. However, it can be very serious (which is why doctors test all pregnant women). Mostly, it would be hard on me...hard on my organs, and would lead to an increased risk of developing regular diabetes in the years ahead. (I already have diabetes in the family, so that's not what I want to hear.) Usually, gestational diabetes goes away once the pregnancy is over.

There is also some risk to the baby. Mostly, Zane could get really large (which is a major problem if you're going to deliver vaginally...but I'm not) and would be at increased risk for blood sugar issues immediately after birth and throughout his life. It could even mean a NICU stay :(

But I've decided the good news is that if I do have gestational diabetes, at least my body will have something in common with Angelina Jolie's! (Never thought I'd be able to say that!)


July 31, 2008

I've hit the 28 week mark! This is a great milestone; a baby born at this gestation can usually breathe on his own, which puts him at a great advantage over an extreme preemie like Anastasia. I'm very excited to have reached this point!

But my excitement is dampened a bit to think I might have gestational diabetes. Part of me thinks: "I just don't do this pregnancy thing very well." And part of me feels I could have somehow prevented this diagnosis by eating better or loosing weight before becoming pregnant. However, my logical side realizes that lots of thin, healthy women develop gestational diabetes (including four of the five women I know personally who've had it). Yet somehow I feel I'll be apologizing through the rest of my pregnancy if the doctor tells me I have this disease.

I'm a little reassured by an article I read today, saying: "a positive result [on your first test] doesn't mean that you have gestational diabetes. In fact, only about a third of women who test positive on the glucose screen actually have the condition. To find out if you're one of them, you'll have to undergo a longer, more definitive exam called a glucose tolerance test (GTT)."

Which is the test I took today. It took a long time, and I felt sick longer than I had with my first test. In fact, it took me most of the day to regain any energy. I have a regular OB appointment tomorrow; I'm hoping the test results will be in by then...

In the meantime, my dear little Anastasia is growing up. She's becoming more independent, often saying, "I need to help myself" if someone offers to help her in any way. Tonight she wouldn't even let her daddy tuck her quilt around her at bed time. She had to do it herself. She still shows no interest in potty training, however, and whenever I talk about switching to panties and the potty by the time she's three, she gets very quiet. Sometimes she'll even say, "No I won't."

Her language continues to amaze me. The other day, when her daddy was changing her diaper, she said: "My fat butt is vicious!" Well, first of all, I have no idea where she's ever heard anyone talk about their "fat butt." But I was still impressed by her sentence structure, even though it's obvious she's not quite sure what "vicious" means!

She often pretends to read, and I think she may end up reading early. The other day, we were playing a phonics game. I'd say, "What are some words that begin with a D? What words start with the duh sound?" Then I'd offer an example or two. In the past, she's shown little interest in this game, or gave answers that were completely wrong, but the other day she was playing exactly right...and becoming very excited, dancing around the room as she came up with words. "Daddy! I'm learning my letters!" she said.