I am happy to announce that Xander Eric Nelson will be born (tentatively) on January 19, 2011 at 7:30 AM. Which probably actually will put his time of birth around 8:30, considering they need to let the anesthesiologist do his thing and get prepped and all. I am eager to finally be done being pregnant. I have basically been pregnant or recovering from a c-section for 2 years now, and I am DONE. Tubes will be tied, and no more babies for me! Of course, we wanted one more, we were just hoping for a bigger age difference, as Xander and Sophie will only be 12 months and a couple of weeks apart. This has been hell on my body, and honestly, I would like to feel like ME again. No more nausea, no more aches and pains, no more waddling like a penguin and needing help to sit up and be rolled out of bed…. It sure will be nice to finally be able to hold my baby and have life go back to normal again.
In the meantime, I am stressing, big time. We’re in the final 3 months, and it seems that there is too much to do still, and I don’t have the energy to get it all done. The nursery STILL needs to be organized and put together, (and still looks like a tornado hit it!) and we still need to figure out how we’re going to get newborn and small cloth diapers for Xander. We have a lot of one size dipes, but they will be far too big for him, as they do not fit newborns, apparently. And of course, I have told everyone that ALL we need are diapers, and no one seems to be taking us seriously there. A friend was generous enough to give us a whole wardrobe of boy’s clothing that her son has outgrown, and we have all the big gear we need. We have a good amount of toys and books. Smaller things like pacifiers and socks are needed, but we can handle that part easily on our own. Literally, the ONLY thing we NEED is diapers. That’s all! Heck, even some tiny gdiapers and small covers with some prefolds would work…and they aren’t that expensive. But it seems that nobody understands our need to switch to cloth, so we won’t be getting help in the one area we need it. Now don’t get me wrong. We appreciate anything anyone sends us for Xander. And I am sure we will love all of it. But there are times when the need to be practical outweighs the desire for cutesy things that we already have. And with Christmas coming up, Sophie’s birthday a few days later, and Xander coming shortly afterward, this is just causing a lot of stress. I mean, as it stands, we can’t really do much for the kids for the holidays. I know that they will understand, but it makes me feel bad as a mom that the needs for our new baby are going to keep the kids that are already here from getting anything good from Santa this year. Ughhh….Too much stress! So in the meantime, I am entering as many diaper giveaways and blog sweeps for toys in hopes that I can somehow compensate and give my kids the Christmas they deserve. Hoping that random.org is my friend in the near future,lol
I am also stressed due to the fact that I need to take the 3 hour glucose tolerance test. I am scared at what the results may be. I don’t eat sweets, I am not severely overweight, how can I possibly be diabetic? How is this going to affect my life? How is this going to affect Xander? Will we be okay? I hope it comes out alright, and that I am fine. I am just dreading the nasty goo and having my blood drawn over and over and over again. I know it’s necessary for mine and Xander’s well-being, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it!
Oh, and to top it all off, our dishwasher is broken, and we can’t figure out how to fix it. Our repair deductible is CRAZY and we can’t afford to have it fixed or replaced. And with my back giving me the kind of pain it has been, I have to rely on Dan to get to the dishes when he can, and hope he does them properly. I am very, very afraid for my Pampered Chef stoneware! lol…And of course, Kyle doesn’t wash them properly and has a habit of breaking things.
It’s been a VERY stressful past few weeks! I hope things get better soon! I hate to complain, but this is just what my life happens to be at the moment, and not everything is always rainbows and butterflies. Just needed to vent. I feel a little better now. 🙂
So Dan and I went to the hospital the other night due to the pain I have been experiencing. We figured it was better safe than sorry, and wanted to rule out the possibility of preterm labor. I had spoken to a nurse on my insurance’s OBGYN nurse-line, and she urged us to go in, just to get checked. She said all of my symptoms could have meant something was very wrong.
So a good friend and Sophie’s God-Mother was nice enough to come and get the kids, and Dan and I headed out to the hospital. Luckily, the on-call doctor assigned to that hospital was MY doctor. We were in the room, and he walked by, poked his head in, and gave me a “What the hell are you doing here?” look. I adore my doctor. He is the absolute BEST. Anyway, they took my urine, hooked me up to the fetal monitor, and checked to make sure my water hadn’t broken and that my cervix was closed and in the proper position.
Luckily, everything was fine. My doctor told me that basically, my body is pissed-off at me for getting preggo again so quickly after a c-section, and that while severe, the pain I am in is normal. He also said that the fact that I am carrying much higher this time may have a lot to do with the pelvic pressure and severity of my pain. He also said I can expect to feel like I’ve been hit by a train for a few weeks, but that it should let up eventually. He also said I need to take it easy, get a lot of rest, and that I should carry Sophie around as minimally as possible for now. 😦
But at least everything is okay, and I know that while I feel like I am about to keel over, it’s to be expected and I need to just deal with it for now!
I am officially scared now. My pain has just gotten worse rather than better, and this just does not feel normal to me. I am really hoping that I am not going into preterm labor, but we knew we are at a greater risk of this as I have already had a bacterial infection while pregnant that tends to reoccur, and also because we got pregnant again SO quickly after having Sophie.
Here is what I am experiencing:
- CONSTANT back pain that is debilitating and does not ease up with heat, rest, or hydration.
- BAD abdominal pain constantly similar to severe menstrual cramping that does not ease up.
- Abdominal cramping similar to food poisoning or awful flu-like cramping accompanied by diarrhea.
- HORRIBLE cramping in my thighs.
- Severe pelvic pressure that will not go away. It literally feels like there is a cinder block in my belly that is just pushing downward.
- Standing up HURTS. Walking hurts worse. I can’t even hold Sophie without feeling like I’m about to buckle over in pain. I cannot bend and lift her at all without having shooting pains in my whole back/abdominal/pelvic area.
- Nausea. That says it all. But this is nausea with pain. Not like the morning sickness I have pretty much gotten used to.
- A weird, watery discharge….Not like regular preggo juices. More watery, although NOT in huge quantities, than God. Not sure if it’s just pee, or if it’s fluid….
- Speaking of pee…When I use the restroom, there is incredible pressure and pain. Not like burning, but like something is pushing downward.
So needless to say, I am pretty worried. I don’t want to rush to the hospital and be the silly woman who jumps the gun and just gets sent home with no issues found. No one wants that kind of embarrassment! But at the same time, something just doesn’t feel normal. I know all pregnancies are different. I know that symptoms can be different in severity. But this is just so incredibly painful and odd that I feel like I SHOULD go get checked out. I mean, even when I was 8 and 9 months pregnant with Sophie, which wasn’t too terribly long ago and still quite fresh in my memory, the pain wasn’t quite like this. So I am going to call the doctor again and the hospital and when Dan gets home, we may just need to figure out what to do with the kids and head to labor and delivery. I pray that nothing is wrong. i know that at this point, Xander has an excellent chance of survival if born now. But he would more than likely spend months in the NICU. The longer we can keep him in, the better. Please keep is in your prayers. I am really worried. Guess I should pack a bag now, just in case.
Okay….This may sound irrational or ridiculous. It may sound as though I have basically lost my damn mind! But I really want to be a Kardashian…Just for a moment. For a day. I would love to know what it feels like to be beautiful and glamorous 24/7. It seems that the famed trio are always put together and perfect. Whether they’re pregnant, hungover, just waking up, sick, etc. They always have perfect, flawless skin, luxuriously shiny and full hair that always seems to be in place (guess bad hair days just don’t happen in K-World!) and their bodies are always centerfold-ready. No lumps or bumps that need to be smoothed, and they look fantastic in everything they wear, whether it be an evening gown or a pair of nasty, ancient sweats.
I watch their shows as some sort of masochistic ritual. I love to love them, and I love to hate them. I love the humor of the crazy situations they deal with day to day, and I hate them for making me hate myself. Seeing their glamorous lifestyle just reminds me how NOT glamorous I am. People don’t fawn over me all day and tell me how beautiful I am. Heck, my own husband doesn’t even tell me I am pretty. (Unless I ASK him, and let’s face it, that doesn’t count,lol) When they wake up in the morning, even without make-up, they look polished and naturally pretty. A portrait of perfection. When I wake up, it’s a whole different story….I don’t have bags under my eyes, I have luggage. And my hair? Yeah…not a nice thought. I don’t have straight hair, and I don’t have curly hair. My hair would be classified as insanely thick and wavy. (READ: unmanageable rat’s nest,lol) I am forced to just pull my hair back into a messy bun or pony because I simply cannot do anything with it! And it seems that no matter what they eat, they always look like Barbies. Kim Kardashian did a commercial for Carl’s Jr. where she eats some big, greasy, juicy burger. And she can STILL go pose for Playboy and look like a million bucks.
When I look at my rapidly expanding body, it makes me want to cry….After having Sophie, I had lost a great deal of weight. I don’t have a tiny frame, so I can never realistically expect to wear a size 2, let alone the size 0 that society makes us think we have to achieve. But I DID get down to a size 8. Which for me, is TINY. I am naturally curvy. I have hips and I have breasts. I always have. My doctor told me to ignore the height-weight charts, and said that my ideal healthy weight is between 140-165. He said that with my particular body type and frame, anything less than that would be sickly looking. Well, I got down to 143. I finally had a collarbone and hip bones. I could feel my ribs easily, and while sitting in the tub, I discovered I actually have a tailbone , and that sitting on it for long periods is not the most comfortable thing in the world. I was finally starting to feel GOOD about myself, despite the belly pooch that 2 c-sections and pregnancies inevitably brings. I finally felt just a little bit less invisible. My whole life I have felt invisible, so this was quite the accomplishment. And then it happened. The body I was just beginning to get, that I had wanted my whole life, was destined to disappear again…4 months after Sophie was born and I was finally starting to look like a woman again rather than a big, bloated lump, I find out I am pregnant AGAIN. It almost felt unfair, in a sense. I have always wanted, more than anything, just to feel pretty for once. I didn’t want to feel like the token fat chick when we hung out with friends. I wanted to be able to feel comfortable in my own skin. I wanted to be able to wear cute clothes and not have to worry about whether or not I *should* be wearing them or not…I was finally just about there, and it was to be taken away as quickly as it came. I am not going to lie…I have shed many, many tears over this. Here I am 6 months pregnant and a whopping 152.2 lbs. I have not gained much during this pregnancy, but I still feel horribly insecure. My belly is HUGE. The rest of me is fine, but the hourglass shape I had started to have is now gone. I would have to say my shape now is just ROUND. While I KNOW this is to be expected during pregnancy, it still puts me in a state of mild panic when I look into the mirror or hop on the scale. I just wasn’t ready to be pregnant again so soon…I wasn’t ready to sacrifice the body I was finally beginning to have. I know that Xander will be more than worth the small price I am paying now, but lemme tell you…
Pregnancy does not feel sexy or attractive. I do not feel “glowing” or “vibrant”. I have morning sickness and backaches, I have horrible leg cramps….I feel sluggish and exhausted. I cannot get comfortable to save my life. My boobs, which have NOT gotten any bigger, (insert sad face) HURT all the time and are leaking colostrum already… I feel clumsy and awkward. My clothes do not fit. My hair is shedding like mad, I have sporadic breakouts, and I just feel….well….UGLY.
Those who personally know me know that this is something I have always had a problem with. I have very low self-esteem…Always have. As a kid, I was teased by family for being “chubby”, and I got married very young to a man who was abusive and made it his life’s mission to make me feel as inadequate as humanly possible. These things can really take a toll on a person’s sense of self-worth. I have never felt “good enough.” My hubby swears I have BDD, (body dismorphic disorder) and to be honest, I just might. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see someone who weighs 150 lbs and can fir into a size 8…I see someone grotesquely large and misshapen. It’s like my mind knows better, but my eyeballs do not. So being pregnant for basically 2 years straight has the tendency to make me feel pretty unattractive, mostly because my body is not my own, and I have no control over its rapidly changing shape.
So while most of the time I feel fine, occasionally I will have an “Ugly Day.” Something will trigger it, and I will feel down in the dumps. Like yesterday, I was talking to a good friend, and we were talking about someone I don’t know. I asked, “Was she a tiny girl?” (This was relevant to the story) and she said “No, she was just a tiny bit bigger than you, and for me that’s pretty damn big!” And BAM! There is was….I wanted to just hang-up the phone and cry, but I didn’t. I did cry from the time I got off the phone till well after my hubby got home. When I told him what happened, he just shook his head and told me that I am NOT big. He was actually pretty upset that someone would say something like that to me, especially when I am preggo and the hormones are in overdrive. He thought it was not only BS, but really insensitive. He tried his best to reassure me otherwise, but still here I am the next day having an Ugly Day. So as you can see, sometimes the triggers are something TINY that someone says that just hurts, even if it shouldn’t. When you’re pregnant, your emotions are amplified, and any little insecurities are right there under the surface, ready to show their ugly faces.
So I am laying here in bed, feeling sad, achy, hormonal, and just generally blah…I am watching the Kardashians on my DVR and wishing I knew what it was like to be able to be pretty…to feel desirable. I have never been a “hot girl”, and I never will be. I am okay with that most of the time. Not all of us are as genetically blessed as Khloe, Kim, and Kourtney. But a girl can dream,lol… Why am I writing about this? Maybe it’s to just get it out…Writing helps sometimes, especially when no one around me seems to understand. But also, I know that if I am feeling the Pregnancy Uglies, there HAS to be someone else out there who has gone through it, too. And if I can make someone realize that they aren’t alone in feeling down on themselves occasionally, then that makes me feel better. It’s a small victory.
So no…I will never drive around in my Mercedes and have tons of people just gawk and stare, and tell me how unbelievably gorgeous I am…I will never be the girl who gets invited to all the biggest bashes who everyone wants to be around…. I will never be the object of desire for millions of men, (or ANY men, for that matter,lol) I will never be one of the high-maintenance types that can go get their hair, nails and make-up done on a whim, all while decked out in the hottest clothes.
I am the woman who tries her best to just pull it all together, who is lucky if her purse matches her shoes, and who has a handbag on one shoulder and a diaper bag on the other, who may look just a little frazzled and may have baby spit-up somewhere on her clothing that she purchased on EBay for half the retail price. Yes, I may be driving the Mercedes, but rather than toting around an adoring entourage, I am carrying more precious cargo…Beautiful children who need me and love me, even if I look tired or my hair is dissheveled. They don’t care if Mommy is beautiful or not, and it doesn’t seem to bother them that I look like cattle. So while I may get down and I may be insecure about what I look like, I have something that is so much more important. I am a wife, and I am a Mommy. I may get insanely jealous of the Kardashians and I may sometimes wish I could BE them, but then I take a look around me, and I realize that I am so blessed to have a loving family and beautiful children. And even if it means I will never in my life be “beautiful”, I wouldn’t trade what I have for the world. This is ME. And while it may not be overly glamorous, this is as good as it’s gonna get.
So here I am, preparing for probably my least favorite prenatal visit of all…The dreaded Glucose Tolerance test. This is a routine test given to pregnant women between 24-28 weeks. This tests to see how the body processes sugars, therefore determining whether or not Momma has gestational diabetes. Gestational diabetes is fairly common, and usually clears itself up after giving birth. It does, however, often require at the very least dietary changes, and in the worst case, insulin injections. Often if a woman has gestational diabetes, it poses risk to both her and her baby, and the babies of diabetic mothers are often born overly large, and end up requiring a C-section delivery. So it is very important that all expecting moms be tested for this.
While it is an essential test during pregnancy, it is a VERY unpleasant one. You go to your doctor’s office or a lab, whichever happens to be the case. You’re not supposed to have anything to eat or drink beforehand, so a morning appointment is best, the earlier the better! Otherwise, you just might find yourself ready and willing to commit serious felonies in exchange for a cheeseburger! Once you arrive, they give you a highly concentrated orange (or sometimes lime or fruit punch flavored) drink that contains a TON of sugar. They will probably tell you it’s like drinking a flat soda, but I tend to disagree with that statement. I would better describe it by saying it would be similar to the frozen OJ concentrate you can buy in the freezer section, thawed, and without adding water. It is thick, it is sickeningly sweet, and on an empty tummy, it is absolute torture. They expect you to down in in 5 minutes or less, and then you have to sit and wait for an hour. You’re not supposed to get up and walk around, and you can’t even chase the gunk with water. And if you happen to get sick, you get to go home and come back and do it all over again. So NOT the most pleasant experience. After the hour is up, they will draw your blood to measure sugar levels and see if your body has processed the “drink” efficiently and properly. I usually end up looking like a pin-cushion afterwards, as they never seem to be able to find my veins…It takes 4 or 5 tries most times. If your levels are normal after the blood draw, congratulations, you’re done! If they come back questionable or on the high side, you get to come back for another round…..
And here is the 3 Hour Glucose test…The worst of all! You go in again, and they give you the same drink, but with DOUBLE the sugar content. It’s like drinking syrup. They usually take your blood before you drink it to establish a baseline, and then every hour for 3 hours after you drink the glop. At my lab, they at least sit you in a separate waiting room and even give you a blanket if you want to take a nap. (which isn’t the easiest thing to do when you feel like you’re about to projectile vomit!)
I had to take the 3 hour when I was pregnant with Sophie. It was MY fault, because I unknowingly threw off my original glucose test, and it came back at a 199! Which is just about diabetic levels….Was I actually diabetic? No. I made the mistake of sipping on some soda when I woke up that morning and in the car because I was thirsty, and I also made the mistake of chewing gum. Yes, it was sugar-free, but apparently, that doesn’t matter. It still affects the way the sugar in your body is processed. So I was terrified I was diabetic, and had to endure the 3 hour test, just to find out I was fine, and I had unwittingly sabatoged the first test! And to make matters worse, I had to sit in the waiting room with some woman who was absolutely obsessed with reality TV and wouldn’t stop talking about John and Kate Plus 8 and the Duggar family…for 3 whole hours! The woman was on her 9th pregnancy herself, and said she wanted to contact TLC and get her own show. Now, I have nothing against John or Kate or any other TV families….I just don’t watch a lot of TV, therefore had NO idea what she was talking about! So I obviously didn’t get my nap,lol…
So now I get to gear up for the dreaded test…I go to my doctor on the 7th, and he already informed me that during that visit, they’ll be giving me the forms to take to the lab for the awful test. I’m sure I will be fine. I am not taking any chances this time,lol… No soda, no gum, no walking around when I am supposed to be sitting…Heck, I won’t even so much as sniff a candy bar, lol This time I am not going to make myself endure the agony that is the 3 Hour Test if I can help it!
As unpleasant as this test is, it is a very important part of receiving proper prenatal care. It cannot be skipped. The test is not only for your safety, but helps ensure the health and well-being of your baby. I would much rather choke down the nastiness that is the sugar drink than take any chances when it comes to my health or Xander’s health. I am just grateful that after this one, I am DONE.
So I woke up this morning wanting to wring my husband’s neck, in tears, in a sweat, and my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my eyeballs, literally. Did Dan DO anything? No. But try telling ME that at 7:30 this morning. I have noticed that while pregnant, I tend to have the most bizarre and often incredibly vivid dreams. At times they feel so real that it can take a few minutes to snap back to reality.
I had the most horrible dream that my husband was still in love with his psychotic, (yes, really) alcoholic, cheating ex-wife. This woman is truly awful. She cheated on him with his best friend throughout their entire, albeit short, marriage, and she is diagnosed with severe mental problems. She is so crazy that she actually spent the first year or so he and I were together trying to sabatoge our relationship. In her mind, she didn’t want him, but God forbid he be happy with anyone else. She is truly a sociopath. And he despises her. (I’m still shaken-up and have to keep reminding myself of that,lol)
So anyway, here I have this unprovoked, incredibly vivid dream where he confesses he is still in love with her, and that he has been having an affair with her. Which of course would never in a million years happen. It just wouldn’t. Especially not with her. I have the type of husband that forgoes going out to the bar because he WANTS to be a family man, and he would rather come home to me. For that, I am very grateful.
But for some reason, during pregnancy, I experience the most horrific nightmares, and I wake up questioning everything I know to be true, if only for a brief time. Am I going to call him at work and yell at him? No. He hasn’t done anything. But this morning, I did a little bit of research on bad dreams and pregnancy, and to my surprise, I found that this unpleasant phenomenon is actually quite common. Apparently the crazy hormones during pregnancy can actually make dreams more vivid, and apparently can make them more traumatic. Whether it be about a partner cheating or abandoning, about losing the baby or having it come out either deformed or monster-like, or even giving giving birth to kittens! It reminds me of the old Cosby episode where Cliff gives birth to a ginormous hoagie and a 2 liter of orange soda, and Martin gives birth to sailboats. (Oops, I think I just gave away my age here!) Apparently all of these things are not just normal, they are common.
So while I would love to hunt down that no-earlobe having, flat-chested, schitzophrenic, troll look-alike wench and give her a good lashing, I can’t justify doing so, sadly enough, because it was just a dream. No matter how vivid and detailed, no matter how real it seemed…It was only a pregnancy induced nightmare. And one that would never, ever happen, at that. I mean, let’s face it…and not to sound conceited, as I am far from it…Why would the hubby settle for Jell-O when he already has creme brulee at home? Can you tell this nightmare has me all shaken up,lol? I’m just grateful for Google and the multitude of pregnancy message boards, etc, that have reassured me that I am not losing my mind, and that these kinds of dreams, no matter how awful, are just one of the unspoken and un-thought of effects of carrying a child.
So ladies…when you wake up in a panic and want to kill your husband, or you’re convinced your child will be born with horns and a tail, or you even think you might be stuck giving birth to a tasty treat from your favorite delicattessen, please remember it’s just your hormones playing tricks on you…So relax, laugh about it, know your baby is bound to be just fine, and cut your poor husband a break, cause chances are, he has done nothing to deserve the dirty looks he is bound to receive after one of these nightmares.
So I have actually been sitting here pretty bummed-out all day. The idea of my husband not being able to be present for the gender scan really makes me sad. I know he would love to be there, as he came to every single prenatal appointment when I was pregnant with Sophie. And I mean he came into the office with me every time. No bored guy in the waiting room,lol. I can’t get upset with him, because his new job as shop manager demands a great deal of his time and almost no flexibility. If he’s not there to run the shop, who’s going to do it?
I have been trying to find some way to still make finding out the baby’s sex something special for us to do together… Plus, we have a bet, and I want to see his face when he loses! Dan has been 100% convinced that Oops is another girl. Has been since the second the pregnancy test came back positive. I think it will be a boy, just because that would be my luck. I have TONS of baby girl stuff. And I mean truck-loads. And nothing for a boy! And of course, we can’t afford to buy all new baby stuff right now. So while I will be happy no matter what we get, I reeeeeaaaaallllly want another girl. But I tend to suspect Oops is all boy! If Dan is right, I have to “snuggle in bed watching TV all weekend long.” Oh no! Kill me now! lol…If I am right, then Dan has to take me out on a REAL date. And he has to ACT like we’re on a date. So really, either way, I win! Snuggles or a night out both sound good to me!
So I have an idea. If I DO get stuck getting my ultrasound alone, I came up with a plan so that Dan is still involved in the reveal. I am going to show up with an envelope and an index card. I am going to make myself look insane, and ask the sonographer to NOT tell me the sex….Instead, I am going to ask her to write it down on the index card, put it into the envelope, seal it, and give it back to me. Then I will wait till he gets home, have a nice celebratory dinner, and then we can open it and find out the news together! Heck, maybe I will even have Kyle take video so I can share the reveal on my Facebook or on here!
Anyone think this is a good idea? Any other ideas on how to reveal the gender, and still include Daddy?
So I went to my doctor today. I have to say, I LOVE my doctor. He has a great sense of humor, and is always laughing. Anyway, he came in and the first thing he noticed was that I was alone. (Insert sad face here.) Then he yelled at me for losing weight. I guess due to bad morning sickness, I have lost 4 more lbs since my last appointment. He also said my blood pressure was low. (I don’t know how that works, but mine was 104/60.) So bedrest is extended, at least for the next few weeks. Grrrr…But I guess with the dizziness and all, that makes sense. Better safe than sorry!
He also said I look great, and asked why I was all sexy looking today,lol…No, my doctor was NOT hitting on me. But it was nice to be paid a compliment! I mean, my own husband has NEVER called me sexy! The funny thing is, I wasn’t even dressed up or anything. I had on a tank, a cardigan, and my Pajama Jeans. I then told my doc all about my PJ jeans, and he thought that was awesome and had a good laugh about it. (You really wouldn’t know they aren’t actually nice jeans.)
He also told me that judging my my symptoms and all, coupled with the fact that Oops’s heart rate was 153, he has a strong feeling we are having another GIRL! Of course, we won’t know that for sure till my ultrasound, but he has been doing this for awhile, so for him to even give an opinion means he has ample reason to suspect. He never guessed with Sophie, though. So it makes me hopeful that I will have another princess on my hands! I still have a feeling it will be a boy, though, just because another girl would be more convenient and cost us a lot less!
We will know for sure on September 10th at 10:45. I think I may have to go to my gender scan alone, though, and I am really bummed out about that. Dan probably won’t be able to get out of work. It makes me sad, because when I was pregnant with Sophie, he had some flexibility in his schedule, and was able to make it to ALL my appointments. Every last one. And now he will probably miss the most important visit of this pregnancy, and I probably won’t have anyone to share that moment with. Getting to actually see my baby and find out the gender is a big deal to me, and I will cry if he isn’t there with me.
So anyway…Here is a challenge. I wanna have some fun with this for the next 2 weeks so I don’t lose my mind! Leave me a comment and let me know two things:
1. What do you think we’re having? A boy? A girl? A hermaphrodite?
2. PLEASE, I need baby names! For both sexes. We cannot seem to think of ANYTHING!
Any suggestions would be appreciated, since we’re getting close to the time that we really need to figure out who our baby will be. I don’t think we can actually get away with naming it Oops!
When I was pregnant with Sophie, I had the pregnancy from hell. Literally. I was sick the entire 9 months, and I don’t mean a little queasy…I mean projectile vomit all over the place, usually a couple times per day. I was always in pain, and I was stuck in the early stages of labor for over a month and a half. The contractions would come in all their fury, and would be horrible for an hour or so, and then they would just STOP. I was stuck at 2cm for almost a month.
Needless to say, by the 9th month, I was ready to be done. I wanted the baby to be born so I could finally put an end to the pain and discomfort of pregnancy. I had researched online ways to jump-start labor.
We tried everything! I tried going on bumpy car rides, which with the winter we had meant hopping in Dan’s Suburban and putting it into 4WD and braving the snow covered roads in my neighborhood. It was massively uncomfortable, but did not bring a baby!
I tried running up and down the stairs. All that did was wear me out, and while it DID bring on contractions, they weren’t enough to send me to Labor and Delivery.
I tried cumin tea. Just don’t. Period. All it did was give me the worst reflux ever, and made me vomit. But no baby!
I tried raspberry leaf tea my friend, Corinne, gave me. While it tasted pretty good, it definitely didn’t bring on a baby!
We tried having lots of sex. Which for anyone who knows us, knows this isn’t anything out of the ordinary. But even that didn’t help!
So after all of these relatively painless methods of jump-starting labor, I resorted to Castor Oil. Apparently, if you want to jump-start labor, drinking a good amount of castor oil can cause such intense intestinal cramps that it causes the uterus to contract, as well. I had seen videos of women doing this on YouTube, which should have scared me enough to NOT do it, but I was determined to have my daughter. So I dragged Dan to the 24 hour CVS in the middle of the winter,after not being able to sleep for about a week, and I bought a bottle of castor oil.
My bright (or not so bright) idea was to mix 4 oz of castor oil into some ice cream. It DID help the taste, but the consistency was terrible! Like eating an oil slick! Dan actually got the eating of the castor oil on video. Mind you, I am fat, 9 months preggo, hadn’t slept in a week, and looked like a train hit me!
So the first hour after my foolish and desperate attempt to jump-start labor was pretty uneventful. I was actually thinking I hadn’t ingested enough, because nothing was happening! I waited and waited and waited….And then WWIII began in my intestinal tract. I had never felt so sick, or so much like a retard, in my life! I ran to the bathroom promptly threw up. As I was vomiting, the diarrhea began….All over the floor while I was hugging the toilet. I thought, Okay, maybe this is the worst of it…Yeah, and pigs fly. Let me just say the next 4 or 5 hours was torture. My butt literally was behaving like a fire hydrant, and spraying poo faster than Dan could clean it up, and when all was said and done, the ENTIRE bathroom was covered, walls and all…Even in the shower!
(This was ONLY the first wave….It got MUCH, MUCH worse!)
Did it start labor? Sadly, no. But it DID cause me to get a HUGE thrombosed hemmerhoid that was so incredibly painful that I was at the doctor’s the next day, being examined my a doctor I despised, since my normal doctor was out of the office that day. I was given a cream, which did not help much, pain meds that were a joke, and a prescription for Ambien so I could finally sleep. (That’s a whole other story entirely,lol)
AND my baby made it to my scheduled C-section date of New Years Eve. So please, ladies. If you are ever pregnant and desperate to kick-start labor, DON’T DRINK THE CASTOR OIL. Just trust me on this one. It probably won’t work, and if it does, you’ll probably be spraying poo at your OB in labor and delivery! Let nature take its course, no matter how miserable and temporarily psychotic you might be. You won’t be pregnant FOREVER, I promise you. Unless you’re me…I seem to be perpetually knocked-up!
Okay, so if you didn’t already know this about me, I HATE surprises…Hate as in obsess over and torment myself mercilessly in hopes of trying to uncover whatever the surprise may be. So of course, being pregnant again is a HUGE surprise, and I have been going nuts over what Oops’s gender might be. (Yes, we are really calling the baby Oops for now!) I am currently between 18-19 weeks pregnant, and my doctor has not yet scheduled my 20 week ultrasound. Needless to say, the suspense is killing me!
Over the past few weeks, I have been reading up on old wives tales to determine gender. Here are some of the more common myths, and how they apply (or don’t apply) to me:
1. Carrying a baby high is a girl, low is a boy
Okay, honestly, I am JUST starting to show a baby bump…It isn’t apparent enough yet to determine this.
2. A boy’s heart rate will be under 140, a girl’s is over.
First ultrasound was in the 160’s, first doppler in the 160’s, 160’s again, and then 143. Hmmm….Maybe a girl?
3. Take a necklace with a pendant and hold it over your hand, a circle is a girl and back and forth is a boy.
I used my wedding rings, and the moved in a circular motion over my belly. It did the same over my hand.
4. Craving something sweet is a girl, sour is a boy.
Okay, I HAVE been craving more sweets than normal, but mostly I have been craving meat. LOTS of meat. I am a carnivore!
5. Early morning sickness means it’ll be a girl.
JUST early morning?! How about morning, noon, and night?
6. You sleep with the pillow to the north it’ll be a boy, to the south will be a girl.
I am not even sure what this means….
7. If your husband/significant other puts on weight it will be a girl.
Anyone who knows Dan is probably laughing here…Dan doesn’t gain weight. With the amount of junk he eats, he should be 400 lbs. But he is a steady 165-170. Lucky bastard!
8. If your feet are colder now you’ll be having a boy.
Ummm….I don’t have this problem unless I am in the kitchen. We have A/C vents in there that blow frigid air at foot/calf level. That is the only time my tootsies are frozen!
9. Your urine is bright yellow means you’ll have a boy.
Okay…My pee is very odd colors with this pregnancy…I wouldn’t say bright yellow, though. I would say more of an orangey, darkish color. Don’t know what that is supposed to mean, other than possible dehydration!
10. If your nose is spreading during the pregnancy it’ll be a boy, stays the same it’s a girl.
My nose? I think it’s the same…
11. If you look like a basketball it will be a boy, if you look like a watermellon you are having a girl.
Again, not enough of a bump to really tell.
12. craving fruit is a girl, craving meat is a good sign to having a boy.
What if you’re craving both? Does that mean a hermaphrodite is in our future?
13. If you have scrawny looking hair, it’ll be a girl. Luscious hair is a boy.
My hair…My poor, poor hair! Thank God I have a TON of very thick, full hair! It is shedding like mad. In my fingers, in the brush, in the shower…It’s a wonder I’m not bald!
Chinese Gender Prediction Chart:
I have also done what is known as the Chinese Gender Chart. I am not 100% sure how it works, but I think it takes the mother’s age at the time of conception, as well as the month of conception. If both numbers are even, it’s a girl. If they are odd or mixed, it’s a boy.
So according to their system, if I conceived at age 28 in the 4th month of the year, we should be expecting a GIRL.
Ph Test Method of Gender Prediction:
Okay…I have done this one a few times, and all with the same result. You can supposedly determine your baby’s gender by doing a simple Ph test on your urine. To do this, I dragged the hubby out to WalMart and bought a Ph testing kit, similar to those used to test the levels in a swimming pool.
You have to measure the proper amount of urine, and add 5 drops of the Ph testing solution. If the Ph is HIGH, it means boy. If it is low, it means GIRL. Here are my results, as well as a test done on tap water as a control, just so I knew the stuff was working!
No real change in color, indicating a LOW Ph. (GIRL!)
Ph test done on ordinary tap water.
So according to this method, we should be thinking PINK!
Now here’s where things get a little kooky…The Cabbage Method!
Red Cabbage Gender Prediction Method:
Okay, so this method is a little odd. I felt strange going into WalMart and buying a red cabbage, Ph tests, and an Intelligender kit. I’m sure the cashier was a bit confused!
I read about this method on a pregnancy message board. Here is how it works. You will need 1 red cabbage, which can be bought for a mere 88 cents! It HAS to be a RED cabbage, though.
Then I had my lovely assistant chop the cabbage into several chunks, like so:
Here is Kyle, my 10 year old’s reaction to the fact that Mommy had to “pee on cabbage”,lol
(No, you don’t really pee ON the cabbage,lol)
Once you have the cabbage cut into smallish chunks, you put it into a stock pot full of water, and you let it boil…Mine boiled for probably 20 minutes or so, and I had to puke twice in the process, as I despise the smell of cabbage. It smells like farts and dirty socks to me!
Once it has boiled, remove the whole pot from the heat and let sit for 10 minutes or so.
Take equal parts cabbage water and urine. The cabbage water will be a purple color, almost like a concord grape juice. You then mix the pee and cabbage water together. If it turns a deeper purple, it means GIRL. If it turns reddish or pinkish, it means BOY. Here are my results:
And Finally, Intelligender:
I actually used Intelligender while pregnant with Sophie. It was dead on accurate. I do not have a photo handy, but the test turned a bright orange, which indicates GIRL. If it is a greenish, it means BOY.These kits are pretty neat, and cost around 30.00 each. They can be found at several retailers, like Rite Aid, Walgreen’s, Target, etc… I am not 100% sure HOW they work. Apparently, they are patent pending, so the Intelligender company isn’t revealing their secrets just yet! Here is what the kit looks like:
It comes with instructions,( which you need to follow CAREFULLY!) a dropper to measure your urine, a test kit with their “secret ingredient” inside, and a nice, plastic dixie type cup to pee in.
I took one Intelligender test the same day I did the cabbage. Turns out, I MAY have thrown off the results, because unbeknownst to me, I had a bacterial infection down there at the time. I am including the results here, though, as when I tested again this morning after being free of infection and antibiotics, the results were the same.
Taken July 30, 2010
Taken August 20, 2010
I am assuming this is a boy result as well, although it does have an orangey tint to it as well…So I really am not positive, but it looks like BOY to me.
So as you can see, there are a myriad of interesting ways to try and predict the gender of your baby. For me, the results are VERY mixed.Most, if not all, of the wive’s tales say GIRL, as does the Ph test, but the cabbage and Intelligender are telling me BOY. So I guess there really is no substitution for an ultrasound by a skilled tech. But if you are impatient like me, these are at least fun ways to kill some time while you wait for the 20 week mark! I felt like a scientist the whole time, and I have to say, I hope I never have to play with so much urine again!
So what do we want, you might ask? I really want another girl. BAD. We already have TONS of girl stuff for Sophie, and we really wouldn’t have to buy much of anything at all if Oops is a girl. If it’s a boy, we’re screwed,lol..And we don’t have the money or the room for all new baby stuff…
Dan has been SURE it’s a girl since the day we found out we’re pregnant again. He even refers to the baby as “she” and “her” all the time. Hey, he has a 50% chance of being right!
What about good old female intuition? I don’t really HAVE a strong feeling here, although I think it will be a boy, just so things are more difficult! Guess we have a week or so before we know for sure!