Size of baby: The size of a head of Chinese cabbage! 2.25 lbs and almost 15 inches long - thats almost birth length!
OK so it’s been an emotional and rough week for me and I am feeling guilty because I know that I should be cheering that we have made it to 7 months AND the third trimester and our baby boy is still in there growing big and strong. But it’s been a furnace here and I am definitely feeling the pregnancy brain and emotions (I almost flooded my bathroom..more about that later). .. that being said buckle your seat belts for this posting, because it’s going to be a long bumpy ride…. (warning massive whining ahead)
I seem to be in panic mode right now because we are still trying to sell our house, which means a lot of showings at last minutes notice (phone call: “a realtor would like to show your house in one hour”eeeeek) that involves manic cleaning and shining of every surface in the house (which before pregnancy wouldn’t have been a problem, but now going up and down the stairs leaves me sucking air like a fish out of water and vacuuming feels like doing 1000 sit ups and there are three levels to our house!!!) and then there is the task of trying to throw the dog in the car (she HATES the car and cries the whole time she is in it like someone is torturing her) and then driving to a park and sitting there for an hour while she cries because we can’t get out and even go for a walk as it’s ungodly hot out (of course this is the summer that we break the record with a heat index of 108) which not only makes me ill QUICKLY but she can’t handle it either… so we sit there until we can return home. But so far have had no offers at all.. none… zilch.. nadda in 100 days. It’s so frustrating because the house gets great reveiews every time but still no offers….
so besides the obvious.... why is this a big problem?
Well, it means that I feel like I am in limbo when it comes to getting a nursery started or even buying things for the baby. It also freaks me out because we would like to move closer to my parents and my brother and his family for some support, since I realize that I will have no clue what the hell I’m doing when we do bring our baby boy home. As the days on the calendar get X’d off I can feel my anxiety building to record levels and fear a meltdown is eminent. Jeff and I had assumed that we would have the house sold already and would be renting for a couple of months while our NEW house was being built in time for our baby boy to come home… NOT GOING AS PLANNED!! Add to that my freaking out as the number on the scale rockets upward waaaaay faster than I had planned (even though I know I said I wasn’t going to pay attention.. the clinic won’t weigh me backwards so I KNOW the number).. I realize that it’s not that bad (only 19 lbs so far) but add that to the 16 that was a gift from the IVF fairies and it seems like my scale will let out a “wow, are you kidding me?” next time I step on it. *sigh*
All of this I could probably handle, BUT add to that, that I failed my glucose test by 1 friggin point last Friday and now have to endure the 4 blood draws in three hours (and NO going through IVF has not gotten me used to needles or blood draws… contrary to popular belief, and I can already feel a panic attack starting just thinking about, A) having to have 3 blood draws and a finger prick (needles + me typically lead to hyperventilating) and B) what if I end up failing those tests too… what if I have Gestational Diabetes!!?? I completely broke down Friday thinking of the possibility that glucose checks daily could be in my future.. that is after surviving the 3 hour testing day from hell…and that the next three months may get even rougher if I do have GD. I am trying to stay positive and hope that I don’t have it, but I worry that if I do I will end up going into labor early and/or having a 10 lb baby boy to push out. Oh yeah, and that is if I get to do a vaginal birth as my placenta is still low lying and the doc said that it could be a problem, but that we’ll “give it a shot that way FIRST” and if that doesn’t work then go to a c-section.. arrrrgggghhhhh really? What does that mean for labor .. and how long do they consider long enough for trying… *sigh*
OK, I wish I could say I feel better after venting… but I’m pretty much an emotional wreck right now and having pregnancy brain does not help.. in fact HERE’s what pregnancy brain can lead to (kind of a funny story to share now… wasn’t funny at the time and solidified the belief that pregnancy brain is NOT something to screw with…
So last week while I was at home I was skyping with Jeff who was at work, when I realized that I hadn’t felt Duff move in a long time (it was around 11 am and I hadn’t felt him since going to bed the night before) my brain just about exploded and this brought on a full panic attack and I skyped Jeff and told him I was going to go drink some water and lay on my side and see if I couldn’t get him to move. Upstairs I waddled and had some water and laid down…. He moved after about 10 minutes, and of course I then had to pee so to the bathroom I went… while in there I realized that I really needed to shave my legs(yes this is how disjointed and whacked my thinking is right now) and would need to figure out a way to do that since I no longer can manage it in the shower. Soooo I figured I could put my leg up on the sink and shave each leg that way, cool problem solved, yay me….so I proceeded to turn on the water to let it warm up. About this time it dawned on me that Jeff was still waiting on Skype to hear whether or not Duff was moving yet, and was probably getting a little worried (or a LOT worried), so downstairs I headed to assure Jeff that all was good with Duff and he was now doing summersaults etc. We started chatting about dinner plans and this and that when all of a sudden I notice a sound coming from outside the room somewhere… sounded like pouring water… I thought “crap, Ellie is peeing upstairs” I jumped up from the computer and ran (as much as my humpty dumpty butt could go) upstairs only to find Ellie sitting there minding her own business and no pee anywhere. Confused, I went into the bedroom and that’s when I heard the noise of the water running… I open the door and stepped into about an inch and a half of water that is now covering the entire floor. I swear I don’t remember putting the stopper up on the sink, but somehow it appears that I had done just that and now had a floating garbage can and a flooded bathroom… ugh!!! It took me about 15 large beach towels to soak up the floor and I had to dry out the shelves under the sink.. but luckily the water had not gotten to the bedroom carpet and nothing was ruined.. except for my emotional stability for the day… I was a wreck… not exactly what you want to be doing when you are trying to show your house and sell it..double ugh. So let’s just say that multi-tasking is no longer an option and if I try to do it and someone who is reading this is around me.. PLEASE stop me.. it’s not going to end well.
OK enough about that.. here’s the update on the basics:
Gender: Still a Sweet Little Boy ♥ We got to see him at the ultrasound though didn’t get any good pics because his feet were up by his head the whole time… flexible little guy!
Belly Button: still in, but I fear it’s getting shallow…
Symptoms: My boobs and my tummy look like a road map with the number of blue veins that are now criss crossing them, I have to stop myself from itching the skin right off my poor boobs each night…and they are leaking.. fun! Surprisingly no stretch marks..yet.
And if you have made it through that whole long bummer of a posting.. here are some belly pics for the week.
|ok so my fellow bloggers are being brave enough to show their tummies.. so here goes :o)|