Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Knock, knock

Who's there?
A very pregnant lady.
A very pregnant lady, who?
Uhhhh...I don't have a clever ending to this joke so carry on reading and pretend like this never happened.

Hello. It is I. The Pregnant One. How pregnant, you say? Very. Very. Pregnant. Which is why I've been a bit MIA in the blog world. Here's what I've been doing:

- Nursing my enormously swollen feet. These days you'll see me padding around in the diabetic socks I bought at the drugstore or the Husband's socks and slippers. The other day I was in the baby's room and I was vaguely aware of Eric walking all around the house as though looking for something. Then he came into Lila's room and said, "Aha! Quit stealing my slippers!" and pointed at my feet. Whoops. I hadn't even realized I had put them on!

- Attending birthing classes (so I can figure out how to get this crazy little booger out of me)

- Making pregnancy craving-motivated trips to the grocery store (the other day it was chocolate croissants and cinnamon graham crackers)

- Attending baby showers (hosted and attended by my sweet, generous friends)

- Attending my now weekly doctor's appointments during which I get an update on the progress my body is making in preparation for labor and delivery.

Today was our 37 week appointment. For all you non-pregnant people out there, here's a little refresher. Warning: the following may be a little, como se dice, "TMI" for some of you, so if words like cervix and uterus and pelvis make you uncomfortable you might just wanna skip on down a few paragraphs.

There are four signs that the doc checks for at each appointment:
1. Dilation: the diameter of the opening of my cervix measured from 0-10
2. Effacement: the thinning of my cervix measured from 0% to 100%
3. Cervical position: the cervix starts high and back and ends low and forward - like a little slide for the baby to just slip right down, right? :)
4. Station: the position of the baby within my body measured from -5 (high in my uterus) to +5 (crowning). 0 station is basically right at bottom of my cervix with baby's head on the pelvic bone.

Last week my cervix was still pretty far back and high so the doctor couldn't measure how much I had dilated or the percentage of my effacement, although she told me the baby had dropped (I had noticed because my tummy was practically resting on my lap and I had made about 73 trips to the bathroom in a 24 hour period) and that I was effacing. Her report was that we were on schedule for due date! Hooray!

Today we got a little more concrete progress to report. I am dilated to 1.5 cm (I think she gave me the extra .5 to be nice!), 50% effaced (halfway there!), the baby is at -1 station (low, low, low!), and my cervix, while still pretty high and back has moved forward at least enough to measure the other things! I have also been having several "practice" contractions throughout the last few days which she diagnosed as "good." Ha. Good job, uterus! Keep practicing. Practice makes perfect!

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving so I plan to stuff what little of my stomach is still reachable amongst all that baby. I am working with limited space, so I may have to narrow it down to just my favs: mashed potatoes, cheesey potatoes, stuffing, rolls, turkey, maybe some more potatoes...hmmm...we'll just have to see how it goes.

Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!

Monday, November 23, 2009


I know I already said it two weeks ago, but it's almost here. For real. We're full term as of Friday, patient friends and family. Our OB took a look and said she doesn't expect Kelsey to go past her due date, so that's encouraging. And Lila is certainly sitting lower than she has been. I can tell by the shape of Kelsey's belly, Kelsey can tell because she can now breathe easier, but has to pee like 49 times a day.

So crib number three is on its way. Let's hope this one's a keeper. With any luck our nursery will be done when it arrives; if not, she's just sleeping in the stroller because three is my quota for crib building. Actually, I've rather enjoyed it. I didn't think I would be excited about baby gear, but every time we bring something home that requires some level of assembly like the pack 'n play (thanks Ungroup) or our stroller (thanks mom and dad), I can't wait to start putting it together. It's like Graco knew exactly how to sucker dads into participating. Nice scam, guys.

In other news, THURSDAY IS THE  BEST DAY OF THE YEAR. Those of you who know me should also know how much I love Thanksgiving. How the other 364 days are spent in sweaty anticipation of the one. And even though she's not actually here to take part, I am delighted about Lila's first Thanksgiving and how much more exciting it makes the prospect of future holidays. Get ready for turkey and stuffing and mashed potatoes, daughter. It's all happening, people. It's all happening.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Nothin' as sweet.

It's been thirty-four weeks, friends. 3-4. Which means in two to six weeks we're going to have a Lila. Seriously. Starting about ten days from now it's Any Day Now territory. Yikes. I'm a little overcome with anticipation and impatience for meeting my first born, and I'm not even carrying her. Just imagine what Kelsey is feeling.

I've been listening to a fair amount of Lightnin' Hopkins and Hank Williams Sr. today. Why is it that country-western and blues artists had so many daddy issues? Lila better not grow up to be a country singer, cause all the good ones pen depressing lyrics about painful memories. So you hear that, baby? You can't be a country artist. You can be any other kind of musician, except German techno-pop. It's really just nauseating. I did hear this uncharacteristically happy tune from the first Hank in the midst of the songs about crying and drinking and more crying. Granted, it's a love song and 'baby' has a wholly different context, but it still warms the cockles of my fathering heart:

I like candy, I like cake, I like jam but goodness sake.
There's nothin' as sweet as my baby.

I feel like a honey bee, when she's buzzing around with me.
There's nothin' as sweet as my baby.

Got pounds of candy kisses, but I can't spare an ounce.
She's sweeter than wine and brother she's mine,
And that's the only thing that counts.

I like candy, I like cake, I like jam but goodness sake.
There's nothin' as sweet as my baby.

Well that's all I have today. You fathers may be able to tell me if this is normal, but I'm feeling this weird paradoxical excitement and weariness all at the same time. Wonder when that goes away. We have our pre-admit appointment tonight, so maybe that jump start the freakouts. Here we go.