February 2010

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My first thought when I woke up this morning was “Holy cow, we’re in the third trimester…”  Then, my next thought was how to successfully get out of bed – I’m experiencing many of the “turtle on back” moments lately.

This is quite the milestone for the Wright family.  Every week that goes by it gets more and more real that we are, in fact, having a baby.  Now, saying “third trimester” translates into “it’s right around the corner” which translates into “what’s left to be done” then stress mixed with happy.

The belly is reaching epic proportions with the button making a definite ridge on an otherwise smooth planetoid shape.  I give it another couple of weeks to pop completely out.  My skin is itchy more often than not which means lots of quality time with the body butter.  The aches have mostly settled into my hips, lower back and the sides of my belly and it’s a constant dull ache that’s aggravated whenever I do too much physical activity like go to the store AND try to clean something.  Heaven forbid I multi-task…

Oh you know that hormone that’s released that makes everything all loosey-goosey in preparation for the birth?  I don’t like it.  Because it also makes the esophagus also really loose which means acid, gas and whatever else comes up every time I burp which is often.  So. Much. Fun.  Having a permanent burning sensation in the back of your throat is so not sexy.

Stephen is really great about keeping my little flax pillow hot, fetching me Tylenol or tea, and giving me belly rubs with lotion whenever the muscle aches get particularly uncomfortable.  He’s currently reading a New Dad-to-be book.  Have any of you dads out there read it?  If so, what did you think?  Any advice for him?  I thumbed through it and it seems pretty good.

However, despite all the aches and the low stamina and the loose innards, feeling my little girl move around is one of the coolest things in the world.  It is the weirdest, surprising, alien, awesomely cool thing in the world and I wouldn’t trade it for anything – well I’ll trade it to hold her and see her in 12 weeks, how about that?

It is so relieving actually to feel her move everyday.  I’m sure any woman that’s had kids can relate but you always have this nagging thought in the back of your head of “what if my baby isn’t healthy?”  ”what if…”  ”what if…”

I think she knows when I’m having those thoughts because she’ll squirm and punch me as if to say, “Knock it off, mom, I’m fine!”  It’s so reassuring and refreshing and I love it so much.

In other news, painting is commencing on the nursery this week.  I went to Lowe’s and picked up all the paint, borrowed some supplies from Stephen’s parents and deposited it all in the now-empty room.  The room has been cleaned thoroughly and aired out.  Tomorrow, I tape and start priming.

Yes, I bought low VOC paint and primer and am planning on taking frequent breaks and keeping the room well ventilated.  There are two windows and we have two portable fans I can arrange to maximize fresh air flow.  I got it covered.  I am so excited to paint her nursery – it’s a huge step and a fun project and brings us ever so closer to her being here!

And I’m taking pictures of the nursery as we progress so I’ll have an awesome conversion photo album to put up after we get all her furniture in there.

The Spring Cleaning Project is going swimmingly.  I have over half the house completed with only the office, hall closet, guest bathroom and the nursery left to finish.  The office I’m intimidated by because it holds a LOT of random crap.  And a LOT of the random crap is Stephen’s random electronic crap and cables that I have no idea what they do or if they’re important.

Maybe I’ll have him clean the office…

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This past weekend, as a whole complete picture, sucked.  I really don’t have a better word for it than that.  I mean, each individual thing that happened wasn’t an enormous end-of-the-world deal but, compiled together and mixed with the fact that we’re already stressed out about other things added up to one big weekend of suck.

Last Christmas, we had a little bit of extra money (gasp) so, on a whim, I booked us a cabin for Valentine’s weekend.  I figured it’d be a nice surprise for Stephen, a nice getaway for us and good timing seeing is how I’d be about 6 1/2 months along by then.  I found a really romantic cabin way up in the North Georgia mountains that boasted spectacular views and a big fireplace and all the snuggly amenities a couple would need to make it a nice little vacate from the stresses of life.

Needless to say, we were both really looking forward to this.  We were supposed go go up this past Friday and stay through Sunday, Valentine’s Day.

Friday, it snows in Georgia.  Curve ball number 1.

For those of you who don’t live in Georgia, snow is something that isn’t seen all that often.  It may flurry once in a while but a good, solid snowfall isn’t something that’s terribly commonplace.  Mostly it rains, is cold, and stays overcast all winter.  It began snowing around 2pm and didn’t stop until well after midnight.

If we had left before 2pm, I’m sure that we would have been fine getting to the cabin and up the mountain.  But, we had also scheduled a Salvation Army truck to come pick up furniture from the guest room (soon to be nursery) that morning.

Morning.

They didn’t come until 3pm.  Curve ball number 2.

So I’m already irked about that.  They come, take the furniture and we finally get out of the house around 3.15pm.  It took us an hour to get out of the city and another two to get up to Ellijay where the cabin was.  By then the snow has let up a little but the roads are starting to get a nice dusting on them as the temperature drops below freezing.

We made it almost to the cabin.  The last 6/10 of a mile is a gravel/dirt road that is extremely steep and leads right up to our cabin.  We slid trying to go up it so, instead of risking all our lives, Stephen turned the truck around and made the very silent, very depressed long trip back home.

To say we were disappointed would be an understatement.  I just cannot express how much we were looking forward to this weekend and getting away together.  We don’t have a lot of money and Stephen works his arse off to try to keep our bills paid, us fed, and slowly climbing out of debt.  Add to that the stress of “oh my god, we’re going to be parents” and you have two people who are in need of a teeny little break.

That was Curve ball number 3.

We get home really late and pissed off – I’m fighting tears and not succeeding very well.  Stephen unloads the truck and I unpack.  He goes to put the duffel bag on the top shelf of our closet and the shelf breaks from the wall.  This shelf also holds the rod upon which all of our clothing is hung.

Curve ball number 4.

So now all of our hanging clothing is hanging from various curtain rods around the house and the closet is emptied out in to the bedroom so he can have room to fix it when we can get better fasteners.

Saturday was just quiet.  We played some video games, watched some TV, made cinnamon rolls and hot tea.  Generally tried to relax.

Sunday we cleaned a little – he sorted through a dresser he has filled with tools and general randomness in an effort to get it out of the nursery.  I checked our bank accounts to see if we had any money available to do something for Valentine’s Day.  Dinner?  A movie?

Nada.  Curve ball number 5.

Now, I realize that Valentine’s Day is mostly just a commercial, over-priced romantic holiday.  However, it was our first commercial, over-priced romantic holiday married.  It meant something to me.  We’ve been through a lot together and we’re about to have a baby and this seemed like a big milestone and a last “just us” romantic something.  I know we can do that any old night of the week – the logical part of my brain knows this but the romantic, emotional, stressed out part of me just felt defeated when I realized we couldn’t do anything on Valentine’s Day.  It sounds silly and stupid but, at the time, it was a big deal to me.

Then we lost internet and cable.  Curve ball number 6.

For those of you who don’t know, Stephen and I are gamers.  We’re geeky, nerdy, gamers on custom-built machines and we love it.  We play Guild Wars, Civilizations, World of Warcraft and any alpha/beta game we get invited to (of which there have been many).  One of the things we use to manage our stress levels is our love of gaming together as a couple and our fantastic guild we have in World of Warcraft made up of real life friends.  Sunday is a day we all get together and do something as a guild.

No internet means no gaming.

Internet finally came back up later that night so we were able to do something but some drama in-game ensued that I had to deal with and, by that point, after everything that happened over the weekend, I was just tired and crushed.

And crying.  Lots of crying.

Stephen, bless him, tried his damned hardest to maintain a positive attitude the whole weekend.  I am, by far, the more emotional one between us.  I get stressed out a lot easier than he does.  I lose my temper and patience a lot quicker than he does.  He is, most of the time, my calm and my perspective.  Ever since I got pregnant and my hormones have been completely out of whack, he has stepped up the effort to be that calm and that perspective.  He doesn’t always succeed but he tries and, for that, I love him more than I could ever say.

This whole weekend, whenever I would just dissolve into tears, he would never tell me to snap out of it or say something patronizing like “it’s not that bad” or “look at the bright side” or stupid nonsense like that.  He would do something like hug me, give me a tummy massage, make me some tea or even watch a fantastically romantic girly movie with me.

It’s Monday now and I’m hoping the stresses of this past weekend are behind us and we can begin to tackle some of these new problems one at a time over the week.  The one good thing that did come out of the weekend is that the furniture in the guest room is finally gone so I can move onto the next phase in getting the nursery ready by cleaning it and prepping it for painting.  We sat down and picked out the paint colors we liked so I’m heading up to Lowe’s sometime this week to pick up all the paint.

I do have to say, though, I have never wanted a drink so badly as I did this past weekend.

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I have to say, this past weekend was full of fantastic things.

Class!

Saturday was our first of a few classes we’re taking in the whole Baby Preparation arena.  Northside Hospital offers a bunch of classes in all aspects of parenting and maternity.  I want to take them all but, unfortunately, we aren’t made of money and nor do we have the time to do them all!  So we’re picking and choosing based on what we feel is important and what’s being recommended to us by our midwife.

On Saturday, we attended the Infant and Child CPR class which went over, you guessed it, CPR for babies, toddlers, children and even adults.  It also had a really informative part on home safety.  Stephen and I had already made a mental checklist of what we knew we needed to baby proof before Olivia gets here (or Stephen do it all after she’s here) but we learned a few things that we hadn’t thought of which made the whole experience really worth it.

It also helped that our instructor has been teaching CPR on all levels for years so she had plenty of anecdotal stories and tips she’s learned over the course of her training and teaching.  It was an amazing class and we learned a LOT.  I highly recommend any parents, whether you have kids already or are working on your first, to go take this class if you haven’t already.

Quick little funny story.  During class, we were learning the Heimlich maneuver and using adult torso dummies to practice on.  These dummies are made of hard plastic and are only the molded shell of the face and chest.  The rest is hollow – think a pastry mold.  So we have to hold the dummies kinda diagonal so we can properly execute said maneuver.  Being diagonal, the side edge of the dummy’s torso I have is across my very round belly.  So I perform the maneuver and the dummy basically pops into my tummy and then back out briefly.

Olivia kicked back immediately.

Yes.

Some other classes we’re signing up for are the Baby Essentials course which was recommended to us.  It goes over all the basics for your newborn – holding,  bathing, sleeping, safety, feeding, etc.  Excellent for new parents apparently.  We’re also going to take a Car Seat Safety course when we get our actual car seat purchased.  I did not know this but apparently 60% – 80% of parents don’t install their car seats correctly.  They may think they have it in there right and, during the course of normal driving, you’re fine, but, in a rollover (god forbid), you’re not.  We also learned that your local Fire Department and Police Station will check your car seat to make sure it’s installed correctly as well – you just call them and ask where their Certified Car Seat Technician is stationed and go see him/her.  They have to go through some crazy intensive training to be certified – all different kinds of car seats in all different makes/models of cars.

The final course we’re going to take is a Baby Sign Language class.  I’ve been reading a lot about the benefits of signing with your baby as they can pick up on basic signs – i.e. hand movements – quicker sometimes than they can speech.  It also helps with learning and pattern recognition and communication skills.  Plus, I’ve always loved sign language – I think it’s beautiful.  Stephen’s mom knows it fairly well so this will be a lot of fun for everyone.

Tour!

After CPR class and our cool new diplomas, we headed to the Women’s Center of Northside Hospital where Olivia will actually be born.

Yes, I got a little choked up from time to time when I thought about it.

The Women’s Center, if you’ve never been there, looks and feels like a day spa.  If the nurses weren’t wearing the customary pastel and print nurse pj’s, you would seriously think you were at a day spa.  They put a lot of money and thought into the design of the place to make it feel as comfortable and non-hospital as possible and they did a fantastic job.

I hate hospitals.  I hate staying in them.  They make me nervous and uncomfortable and anxious.  I don’t know why – it’s just something I’ve always felt.  But I didn’t feel that way here during the tour.  I hope that feeling stays when I’m actually there hooked up to monitors and whatnot.

From when we get there on the Big Day, I’m settled into what’s called the Labor and Delivery Suite, which is a private room.  This room is enormous.  It has a full bathroom, a couch, a rocking chair, my bed (with all its fancy equipment), a warmer and bassinet for Olivia and tons of electronics (flat screen TV, DVD, stereo, etc.).  The decor is all wood paneling, muted tones, and soft lighting (except for the overhead lights they turn on for the actual delivery).  I do all my labor (minus the walking part) and delivery in that room with my support person(s) in attendance.

Two things are really, really nice about this room.  1) The end of the bed drops away when it’s time for Olivia to come out.  No moving to another table or anything.  They put the bed back together when I’m/we’re done.  2) Olivia never leaves the room, or my sight, unless there’s an emergency.  All her washing up (which Stephen gets to help with!) and tests are done at the little bassinet/warmer right there in the room where I can see.  And they do all that while I’m passing the placenta, getting cleaned/stitched (if needed), and catching my breath.  By the time I’m ready, she’s done and back in my arms.  It’s a very efficient little process they have over there and I’m really happy to be in such good hands.

After the delivery and all the tests to make sure both mom and baby are healthy, we’re all moved to a Family Center Care Room, which is also a private room.  It’s a little bit smaller than the Labor Suite but still extremely nice and roomy enough for visitors without it being claustrophobic.  After I’m settled in, washed up, dressed in my favorite pj’s and had some quality time with Olivia and Stephen, they’ll allow visitors in to see us.  All in all, for those of you planning on coming to the hospital to visit, from when Olivia is born to when visitors come in will be about 1-2 hours.  However, there is a gift shop and a mommy’s boutique for you to shop in if you want – plus a coffee shop!

But Stephen will have camera the whole time so there will be plenty of first moment pictures for folks to see later.

The tour made me feel really great about Northside and it’s staff.  The nurse that gave the tour was really nice and had a lot of really excellent information about what happens, what our options are at every stage, and where everything is.  The nurses we spoke to at the admissions desk to verify my pre-registration were also extremely nice and helpful.  They provide bedding for the spouse or whoever to sleep on the couch while Mom is spending the night and they give you the option of keeping your little one in the room with you overnight in her own bassinet or in the nursery.  I’m definitely keeping her in the room.  I wonder if I’ll even be able to sleep!

So, yes, the tour made me a little bit more impatient for her to be here.

Brunch!

The last really great event was Sunday when we met some friends of ours for brunch at Parks Edge.  If you live in Atlanta and you have not been there, go now.  It’s amazingly wonderful.  I’ve only ever had brunch but I want to go there every Sunday now.

I used to work with Chrissy years ago at a commercial real estate company.  She and I were both single, loved going out, smoked like fiends and spent most of our smoke breaks bitching about how we would never find anyone to marry and boys sucked.

Now we’re both married to truly excellent men and both expecting our first child.  She and her husband, Nathan, just found a few weeks ago so she’s in the early first trimester.  It was really great to see her and share what I’ve learned so far in my pregnancy with her and hear about her plans and how she’s doing.  I’m so incredibly happy for the both of them and I really believe they’ll make amazing parents.

She’s also had a dream it’s a boy.  *raises eyebrows knowingly*

Brunch was a fantastic cap on a great weekend.  We learned a LOT of important information and feel better prepared for Olivia’s arrival.  Plus we got to spend some time with dear friends and nothing is ever better than that when you really think about it.

In another week or two, I’m heading into the third trimester and the home stretch!  I must admit, I’m starting to feel a bit overwhelmed at everything still left to do and buy and plan but we’ll get there before we know it!

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