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Archive for December 2011

Here we are, two days after Christmas. I really suck at keeping up with this blog, so I guess my resolution should be to post more often.

Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I feel like I’ve whizzed past some pregnancy milestones. Today I am 26 weeks and 4 days. I’ve done the anatomy scan/ultrasound where everything was peachy, gotten to my midwife a few times where I experienced my first real wait in her office. Apparently all of her patients decided to get knocked up in March so there are a slew of births on deck for December/January. Last Monday she was stacked with appointments that were rescheduled from a day where she was at the hospital attending a birth. I guess this could be considered a drawback of not going to a mega OB group with eleventy million doctors, but I really didn’t mind.

Naively I thought I’d escape the glucose test since she hadn’t mentioned it to me, but alas, I was handed a scrip to go to the lab that week. I figured, hell, I’ll just get this over with before Christmas and the inevitable cookie parade that will be going down my throat. I’d just better effin pass because I don’t feel like going through it again.

For those of you that have done this, I have to say it really wasn’t that bad. My midwife told me I could eat a light breakfast before hand with I thought was sane (who expects a pregnant woman to fast, drink that crap and then not eat for a further hour? Stupid.) I had an egg as to not throw off the test with too much starch. I drank almost an entire bottle of water while I did the NY Times crossword and waited. As I took the last sip, the tech behind the reception desk said, “Don’t drink too much water.” Uh, too late. Nobody told me that before.

Whatever. They drew the blood (three vials, jeez) and didn’t mangle me too badly. My arm usually ends up looking like Julia Robert’s in “Steel Magnolias” They asked if I felt okay. I said no worse than usual, got up and left.

I have a friend who owns a local coffee shop/restaurant where DH (my husband’s initials are DH so he’s just Dan now)and I have breakfast every Saturday morning, and we’ve been chatting about pregnancy. She gave birth at the hospital I’m going to with a midwife. She’s given me some invaluable resources about pregnancy, birth, diapers, etc…one of them is metrominis, which I’ve been meaning to go to to take a free cloth diapering instruction class. I know what end to put the diaper on, it’s just figuring out where to start that’s overwhelming me a little. I don’t want to buy fifty of one kind of diaper and say, oh fuck, I should have gotten x or whatever. I also want to do the whole babywearing thing and make my own baby food. This elicits stares, “good lucks!” and swift changes of subject with a lot of people, but I don’t give a shit. I’m not delusional, I know some days will be hard, but I’m firmly convinced in my ability to do a load of laundry. And steam and blend food. If I can make au gratin potatoes with mushrooms and leeks I can boil some freaking broccoli. God.

Anyhow, she was laughing because I told her I am the executive chef for Christmas at my mothers-I transport the side dishes and do the roast there. “Why is it that the pregnant lady is doing all the work?” My husband says “Well otherwise we wouldn’t eat.” Of course I could have backed off this year using my advanced maternal age and pregnancy condition as an excuse, but being type triple A doesn’t allow for such behaviors. I have to say though, the fruits of my labor cookie wise were totally worth it. And anyone in the Huntington/Long Island area needs to get a Buche de Noel cake from Copenhagen. I don’t care if you celebrate Kwanzaa, go get one. I almost broke my “no pregnancy binges” rule and ate half the thing. It almost (almost) made up for missing drinking half the bottle of pink champagne my dad had. Boo.

Of course all this superwoman crap has finally caught up with me and I am freaking exhausted. I slept until 10:30 today and still feel like a zombie. This week is strange for everyone, I suppose, this netherworld between Christmas and New Years. Dan is at work, and it sucks. As it stands now come the new year I will be looking for different work (more on that in another post I guess) which comes at the suckiest timing. Pregnant lady looking for work, great. Anyhow, I’ve been trying not to think too much about it since this week is never really productive for most people.

Dan’s family doesn’t celebrate Christmas (his mother is Jewish and his father is Hindu), so I give him my tales of fuzzy Christmas memories of toy orgies, overindulgence on candy, cookies, gift wrap blizzards, and the day(s) after. Like a bomb went off, a sleepy, pajama-ed week of strewn tinsel, melting snow (sometimes) and toy reorganization. And the thought that after all this, the anticipation, the planning, the suspense, it’s all over for another year.

And now what?

That long wait for the first crocus bulbs of spring…

It’s going to be awhile.

M

A few weeks ago, I could feel my appetite going into overdrive. Now at almost 25 weeks, I truly have the potential to turn into an eating machine.

Dan and I went to Five Guys last Saturday and I ordered a cheeseburger all the way, forgetting that the standard issue there is a double patty unless you ask for the baby burger (or whatever they call it). I figured, oh well I’ll just eat whatever I can.

Except when I was done I looked down at the empty wrapper, sighed and said, “I think I could put away like three more of these. Seriously.” Under normal circumstances having a lunch like that would coat my stomach with a joyful feeling of fullness. But that didn’t happen, and it was almost kind of frightening.

I suppose if one was inclined they would take this as a cue that “baby’s hungry” or whatever and go back up to the counter. I feel like this reaction may be more along the lines of a caveman remnant where our bodies were gearing up for the feat of labor and the charge of a newborn where we would not be out hunting and gathering, so you’d better sock away the calories now. Of course it is 2011 (well almost 2012) and we don’t have to hide in a foodless cave for months, so I don’t feel the need to pad myself with 40 pounds of extra fat.

Though it would be pretty frat boy and badass to see how many burgers I could sock away. And since I’m off mixed drinks maybe I’ll indudge my childhood love of a strawberry milkshake. It’s not quite the same, but, oh well…

I guess that’s my problem with the whole pregnancy eating thing. I’m not really a kiddie food sugar/sweet palate person. Mainlining Haagen Daaz isn’t on the top of my list, and I know it’s crazy but in the past I have had nightmares about “regret eating”. Like eating too much chocolate cake and thinking, “Oh I shouldn’t have eaten that”. Then I wake up and I’m so glad it was a dream. I know I’m a psycho, but that’s me.

Anyhow, I’ve kept up with my exercise regimen pretty well, though I have had tired days and I am slowing up a little bit on some routines. As crazy as I thought it was to have this relaxin substance unhinging me like a snake (thanks pregnantchicken.com) I can feel my pelvic bones shifting in a really weird way. This can limit my movements sometimes, which I’m okay wit. It’s basically just common sense, when something doesn’t feel right, don’t do it. If you work out, you’ll know your body well enough to recognize this happening.

On that note, Urban Baby NY put up a link to Equinox’s page. Apparently a new compilation of studies was published in Obstetrics and Gynecology doing away with the old guidelines from the ACOG. None of this heart rate nonsense, the fear that you’re hard boiling your baby by breaking into a sweat, etc…and you can even work your abs. Wow.

I was of the mind that working your abs would only benefit you, especially in terms of core strength and keeping your back from completely giving out on you. I know I’m not flattening anything, but it definitely helps me keep my back feeling all right.

I’m glad that these guidelines came out. I’m tired of people thinking that they have to shut down entirely during pregnancy. Unless you’re having complications, how is that good for the baby, or you? There’s going to be enough weight to lose after the baby as it is, and precious little time to find for oneself to exercise. Why lose all of your strength and training and gain more weight than necessary? It shouldn’t be out of fear.

 

M



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  • babyforbutton: Congrats on Naomi! My baby was born March 15th! Amazing how fast the year has gone by!
  • babyforbutton: update please!! :)
  • reilly873: I've somehow managed to ease the pain the past few nights, but only with some serious, ridiculous pillow arranging. Which is a royal pain in the ass w