I am having writers block as far as how to make what happened this week literarily entertaining for you, but I do want to take note of what I did for prosperity. So, bare with me.
Wednesday night, John and I went to the hospital to take one of many upcoming seminars on pregnancy and birth (this one was all about labor and delivery). We learned about contractions, when to call the doctor, when to freak out because whatever's happening ain't good, pain med options and so on. What sticks out most to me is the epidural part. It seems to me like it's the way to go...no pain, no pain, right. But there's this little voice in the back of my head that is telling me to see what natural birth is like. I am sure I won't, in the end. Note, that if one wants to go the epidural route, it's always best to tell them early so they can pump fluids into you ASAP. But the whole not having use of my legs part kinda worries me. Clearly, it's done, but it worries me.
The next morning, it was back to the hospital again, but this time the office building to see my doc for my 24 week visit. Olivia is officially viable this week. That means she can live outside the womb. Way to go O. Anyway, as our fates aligned, my sister had an appointment at the same time. So, I got to see my adorable nephew, Connor "Con-man" AND she got to hear O's heartbeat. Everything is going well so far, heartbeat, my blood pressure, weight and belly are all on track. That's a relief that walking 13.1 miles has not had any adverse affects for me or O.
Now I have to take myself to get a glucose test or see if there are any diabetes potential. And, I got this survey thing from the doctor about donating or saving cord blood. Man, the decisions we have to make today...
Yesterday, or Friday, I spent mostly on my feet cooking. OMG, is it exhausting. I planned an elaborate dinner for my bosses and I just am coming down from the work it entailed. I was standing most of yesterday and, boy, did it make me tired. I don't usually get this worn out, but I certainly needed to take some breaks. Another thumbs down moment was watching everyone drink good wine and having to suck down O'Douls. Wine usually is the carrot at the end of a long day of cooking...but not last night. boo hoo. The good news is that my new favorite boss brought Silver Oak Cab 2002. I am not a Cab fan, but this is good sh*#. We will crack it open for delivery day.
John is having a conundrum. I think he's mostly decided to wait to 2010 to run Boston now that he has qualified, but I think there's still part of him that wants to run this upcoming marathon. I think I can do without him for a few days with a 6 week old, especially that my family is so close, but I won't be able to go with him or cheer him on. But that isn't what's causing his dilemma...it SHOULD be, but he is more worried about the six weeks of lack of sleep that will affect his training, and THEN being away from us. I am sure his priorities will change once he sees the little girl who's been playing wac-a-mole inside my belly for him, but, for now...
Wednesday night, John and I went to the hospital to take one of many upcoming seminars on pregnancy and birth (this one was all about labor and delivery). We learned about contractions, when to call the doctor, when to freak out because whatever's happening ain't good, pain med options and so on. What sticks out most to me is the epidural part. It seems to me like it's the way to go...no pain, no pain, right. But there's this little voice in the back of my head that is telling me to see what natural birth is like. I am sure I won't, in the end. Note, that if one wants to go the epidural route, it's always best to tell them early so they can pump fluids into you ASAP. But the whole not having use of my legs part kinda worries me. Clearly, it's done, but it worries me.
The next morning, it was back to the hospital again, but this time the office building to see my doc for my 24 week visit. Olivia is officially viable this week. That means she can live outside the womb. Way to go O. Anyway, as our fates aligned, my sister had an appointment at the same time. So, I got to see my adorable nephew, Connor "Con-man" AND she got to hear O's heartbeat. Everything is going well so far, heartbeat, my blood pressure, weight and belly are all on track. That's a relief that walking 13.1 miles has not had any adverse affects for me or O.
Now I have to take myself to get a glucose test or see if there are any diabetes potential. And, I got this survey thing from the doctor about donating or saving cord blood. Man, the decisions we have to make today...
Yesterday, or Friday, I spent mostly on my feet cooking. OMG, is it exhausting. I planned an elaborate dinner for my bosses and I just am coming down from the work it entailed. I was standing most of yesterday and, boy, did it make me tired. I don't usually get this worn out, but I certainly needed to take some breaks. Another thumbs down moment was watching everyone drink good wine and having to suck down O'Douls. Wine usually is the carrot at the end of a long day of cooking...but not last night. boo hoo. The good news is that my new favorite boss brought Silver Oak Cab 2002. I am not a Cab fan, but this is good sh*#. We will crack it open for delivery day.
John is having a conundrum. I think he's mostly decided to wait to 2010 to run Boston now that he has qualified, but I think there's still part of him that wants to run this upcoming marathon. I think I can do without him for a few days with a 6 week old, especially that my family is so close, but I won't be able to go with him or cheer him on. But that isn't what's causing his dilemma...it SHOULD be, but he is more worried about the six weeks of lack of sleep that will affect his training, and THEN being away from us. I am sure his priorities will change once he sees the little girl who's been playing wac-a-mole inside my belly for him, but, for now...
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