We had our second prenatal check-up on Friday, and the doctor said everything is going well. We got to hear the baby's heartbeat again, which was well worth the hour long wait in the waiting room. We talked to our doctor about the possibility of having a c-section. Josh and I are really scared about my back. I've had back problems since the end of my junior year of high school. The cartilage disc below my L-5 vertebra, last time I had an MRI, was hardening and expanding...putting lots of pressure on certain nerves. I haven't been able to get comfortable or sleep all the way through the night in a long time, and we are just scared that a normal delivery could hurt my back even more. Our doctor agreed with us. She said that with the epidural, I could possibly be put into some positions during labor that would hurt my back further, but I wouldn't be able to realize it (or feel it) during delivery. She said a c-section would be much easier on my back. Josh and I have talked it over, and I think we want to just go ahead and plan on having a c-section. Neither of us want to risk injuring my back any further.
Besides that, our doctor went ahead and scheduled our next 2 appointments and our next ultrasound. We will get to see if we are having a little boy or a little girl on October 9th! We cannot wait!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
12 Weeks...That Second Trimester is Coming!
Well today I am officially 12 weeks pregnant. I guess in my head I though that as soon as I woke up this morning that I would be free of morning sickness and fatigue...maybe that will happen tomorrow. I am hopeful for that day of relief to come, but I am glad to know that the baby is doing well (I've been told that being sick means the pregnancy is going well...I'm hoping they weren't all lying to me.)
In other news, Josh and I spent the past weekend up in Birmingham. We went to my stepmom's surprise birthday party Friday night, which was so much fun. On Saturday, Josh went to play golf with my stepdad Bruce and with Beth's husband Jay. I heard they had a lot of fun, even though they didn't play too well. While they were busy golfing, Beth and I were hosting a baby shower for Caroline and Baby Jasper. It was so much fun! Not to mention, Beth made the most amazing chicken salad for the shower, and I've been craving it since I got back to Laurel.
The most interesting part of the whole weekend was how people kept telling me I was showing and rubbing my belly. I've always had some "fluff" around the middle (for lack of a better term). Usually, I suck it in all day, but my abdominal muscles won't let that happen too much anymore. So everyone was rubbing my fat belly, not the baby, all weekend. It was pretty weird, especially when some of them would keep rubbing my belly after I informed them about my fat. Well, whatever floats your boat.
In other news, Josh and I spent the past weekend up in Birmingham. We went to my stepmom's surprise birthday party Friday night, which was so much fun. On Saturday, Josh went to play golf with my stepdad Bruce and with Beth's husband Jay. I heard they had a lot of fun, even though they didn't play too well. While they were busy golfing, Beth and I were hosting a baby shower for Caroline and Baby Jasper. It was so much fun! Not to mention, Beth made the most amazing chicken salad for the shower, and I've been craving it since I got back to Laurel.
The most interesting part of the whole weekend was how people kept telling me I was showing and rubbing my belly. I've always had some "fluff" around the middle (for lack of a better term). Usually, I suck it in all day, but my abdominal muscles won't let that happen too much anymore. So everyone was rubbing my fat belly, not the baby, all weekend. It was pretty weird, especially when some of them would keep rubbing my belly after I informed them about my fat. Well, whatever floats your boat.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Limes and Leadership
Well, I am now officially 11 weeks pregnant (as of yesterday), and the baby (from crown to rump) is the length of a lime. Holy moly! Not only is the baby the size of the one fruit that makes a cherry limeade so magnificent, but our child has elbows, and fingernails, and can move around. Pretty exciting stuff! And hey, my nausea and fatigue are starting to dim down, or at least I think they are.
Well, I have some other exciting news, and it can't be found in my belly. Our church has finally hired an interim minister, who will start September 1st. I just got to meet him, and he's great. I'm really excited about him being here and what he might be able to do with our church. He's a really nice guy, has a sense of humor, and really seems interested in helping our church heal. I just need to stop laughing everytime I hear his name...Rev. Robert E. Lee. Thank God he goes by Bob!
Well, I have some other exciting news, and it can't be found in my belly. Our church has finally hired an interim minister, who will start September 1st. I just got to meet him, and he's great. I'm really excited about him being here and what he might be able to do with our church. He's a really nice guy, has a sense of humor, and really seems interested in helping our church heal. I just need to stop laughing everytime I hear his name...Rev. Robert E. Lee. Thank God he goes by Bob!
Monday, August 3, 2009
Beach, Baby, and Blah
Beach
Well, Josh and I survived our first overnight trip with the church kids. Thank goodness Long Beach is a very quiet and small beach town. We took 6 kids with us, and we pretty much had a mile of beach to ourselves, if we wanted it. We spent maybe 30 minutes total at the actual beach. Most of our time was spent in the condo's pool, which we had all to ourselves as well. We ate some great food, and I think everyone had fun. I'm glad we went, but I'm really glad that it is over. The trip wore me out and made me feel very old and pregnant. The kids would say something, I would ask what they were talking about, and I got the "you wouldn't understand, you're old" excuse. Wow, didn't think I would get that response until I was at least 30. Oh well, so much for feeling like a young whipper snapper for 6 more years.
Well, Josh and I survived our first overnight trip with the church kids. Thank goodness Long Beach is a very quiet and small beach town. We took 6 kids with us, and we pretty much had a mile of beach to ourselves, if we wanted it. We spent maybe 30 minutes total at the actual beach. Most of our time was spent in the condo's pool, which we had all to ourselves as well. We ate some great food, and I think everyone had fun. I'm glad we went, but I'm really glad that it is over. The trip wore me out and made me feel very old and pregnant. The kids would say something, I would ask what they were talking about, and I got the "you wouldn't understand, you're old" excuse. Wow, didn't think I would get that response until I was at least 30. Oh well, so much for feeling like a young whipper snapper for 6 more years.
Baby
We got to see our little peanut for the first time on Friday, July 24th. We also got to hear the heartbeat, and it was an amazing experience. Here are our 3 ultrasound pictures (taken at 8 weeks and 3 days):
According to Josh, this is our baby chillin' in an igloo wearing ear muffs.
According to Josh, our baby resembles him in this picture..."a big white blob."
And my favorite, this is our baby relaxing in a hammock while wearing sunglasses.
Blah
Well, since returning from the beach trip, the word "blah" seems to describe how I've felt. I have my good days, which luckily happened to be during the beach trip. And then I have my bad days, which worked out to be my off days this week. I guess I should be thankful it wasn't the other way around. I'm starting to get at least a little more energy on my good days. Food is still a problem for me. I seem to stick to one thing like PB&J sandwiches or chicken nuggets for days. I'm not up for Mexican of Chinese yet, and vegetables (even a nice Ceasar salad) are completely out of the question at the moment. It's like my stomach knows they are harder to digest, so it constantly refuses to let me eat them. Well, just a few more weeks of the first trimester left, and maybe I will enjoy romaine lettuce and the smell of Mexican cuisine again.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sleepy People
Well, yesterday we had our first doctor's appointment. We were pretty disappointed that they didn't do an ultrasound. We go back on Friday for that. The doctor's said that everything looked good. They ran tests, and then at the end of the visit, they took 7 vials of blood from my arm. The nurse asked me, "Do you get queasy or faint when you give blood?" I told her, "No, but then again I've never had 7 tubes of blood drawn before, so we'll see." Luckily, I didn't pass out, and the queasiness I felt wasn't from the blood drawing.
After the doctor's appointment, I went back to work for a 1/2 day, and then went home to my pitiful hubby. Josh was so tired, so as we laid down with our dog Charlie to look through all the pregnancy info we had gotten at the doctor's office, we decided to take a nap. We didn't realize that this nap would last all evening. We had already decided what we were going to cook for dinner. We had it all planned, but when you wake up from a "nap" at 11:30 at night, all plans of actually cooking dinner are out the window. We were starving, so we went to Huddle House. Yum! We finally got back home around 12:30, and got right back into bed. We are pitiful! Our poor dog had no idea what was going on, we completely messed up her sleep schedule. But Josh and I are very thankful for the 12 cumulative hours of sleep we got...apparently we both needed it.
After the doctor's appointment, I went back to work for a 1/2 day, and then went home to my pitiful hubby. Josh was so tired, so as we laid down with our dog Charlie to look through all the pregnancy info we had gotten at the doctor's office, we decided to take a nap. We didn't realize that this nap would last all evening. We had already decided what we were going to cook for dinner. We had it all planned, but when you wake up from a "nap" at 11:30 at night, all plans of actually cooking dinner are out the window. We were starving, so we went to Huddle House. Yum! We finally got back home around 12:30, and got right back into bed. We are pitiful! Our poor dog had no idea what was going on, we completely messed up her sleep schedule. But Josh and I are very thankful for the 12 cumulative hours of sleep we got...apparently we both needed it.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
My Sweet Husband
Well, the nausea got a little better this week (well, for some of the week), but the fatigue is killing me. It's pretty sad when you doze off at work while typing and almost hit your head on the keyboard. That being said, I had a wonderful evening last night.
Josh had to work his 12-hour day yesterday, and he didn't get home until around 8. I had been home since 3:30pm, and had spent most of my time since then on the couch. I did manage to do a couple loads on laundry and even fold them. I was so proud of myself! Well, Josh came home, and he rubbed my back while we talked about our day. Then, he had me go sit in the living room and wait for him. I sat on the couch and finished folding the last load of laundry while he went outside. He came back in with a CD, put it in the CD player, and told me that he thought it was about time that we introduced the baby to this important song. He had searched through my car and found the Sara Bareilles CD (and believe me, he had to search hard...my CD case was in the back of my jeep under the pool noodles for the kids' pool party). He pushed play, and my favorite song "Love Song" came on. He held his hand out for me to stand up and dance with him. So Josh, Baby Lewis, and I (as well as Charlie since she walked around us in a circle) danced in the middle of our living room.
The song has a special meaning for Josh and me. It was a popular song while we were dating, and it is still one of my all-time favorites. I had bought the CD way back when, and this song was the first song I actually sang to while Josh was in the car. Everytime we hear that song, it reminds us of all those weekends we spent together. The long excited drives on Fridays to see each other and the dreaded drives on Sunday back home.
I can't write down everything Josh said last night because, well, I'm an emotional pregnant woman and I will cry right here in my office. But I will say that he was so sweet and affectionate. We talked about all those weekends when we were dating and lived 2 1/2 hours away from each other. We talked about the baby and about how blessed we are to be together. The best part of the night though was when Josh talked to the baby. He kissed my belly and told our child how much he loves them. It was one of those stories I will tell our children about how wonderful their father is and how lucky I am to call him my husband.
Josh had to work his 12-hour day yesterday, and he didn't get home until around 8. I had been home since 3:30pm, and had spent most of my time since then on the couch. I did manage to do a couple loads on laundry and even fold them. I was so proud of myself! Well, Josh came home, and he rubbed my back while we talked about our day. Then, he had me go sit in the living room and wait for him. I sat on the couch and finished folding the last load of laundry while he went outside. He came back in with a CD, put it in the CD player, and told me that he thought it was about time that we introduced the baby to this important song. He had searched through my car and found the Sara Bareilles CD (and believe me, he had to search hard...my CD case was in the back of my jeep under the pool noodles for the kids' pool party). He pushed play, and my favorite song "Love Song" came on. He held his hand out for me to stand up and dance with him. So Josh, Baby Lewis, and I (as well as Charlie since she walked around us in a circle) danced in the middle of our living room.
The song has a special meaning for Josh and me. It was a popular song while we were dating, and it is still one of my all-time favorites. I had bought the CD way back when, and this song was the first song I actually sang to while Josh was in the car. Everytime we hear that song, it reminds us of all those weekends we spent together. The long excited drives on Fridays to see each other and the dreaded drives on Sunday back home.
I can't write down everything Josh said last night because, well, I'm an emotional pregnant woman and I will cry right here in my office. But I will say that he was so sweet and affectionate. We talked about all those weekends when we were dating and lived 2 1/2 hours away from each other. We talked about the baby and about how blessed we are to be together. The best part of the night though was when Josh talked to the baby. He kissed my belly and told our child how much he loves them. It was one of those stories I will tell our children about how wonderful their father is and how lucky I am to call him my husband.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Weekend Update
The Lewis gang visited Josh and me this past weekend, and we had a great time visiting together. On Saturday, all of the ladies went to Mimi's Bridal for Katie to try on wedding dresses. She looked so pretty! I was so excited that she wanted me there. The store was packed and they were short a few workers, so after feeling like we were literally shoved in the back corner, we left. The rest of the day revolved around meals, playing dominoes, and a nap for almost everyone. Sunday, we had church, lunch, some shopping, and cheesecake. Josh and I really enjoyed having them in town and getting to catch up with them all.
Sunday night we went over to Eric and Crystal's house for some pizza and to catch up with them as well. Josh and I have just been so busy lately, so we haven't really seen them since we found out about the baby. We ate, talked for hours, and played with Ethan. It was a great way to end the weekend.
I have been told by so many people that the first trimester, especially weeks 7 through 13, are (for lack of a better term) "hell." I believe I am starting to agree. Friday marked the beginning of week 7 for me, and it has been interesting to say the least. I'm not trying to say that I'm not happy about being pregnant or anything like that, but the nausea, fatigue, and hormones just wear on you. I feel like I went to one of those cheap little fairs and rode every ride imaginable. I walk around queasy and completely exhausted. My job isn't very strenuous at all, but I have laid my head down on my desk 4 times since I got here this morning out of sheer fatigue. Oh well, my nausea isn't as bad as it was on Saturday, and at least I have a free afternoon today to take a much needed nap. I just need to take it one day at a time...plus, the end result will be well worth it!
Sunday night we went over to Eric and Crystal's house for some pizza and to catch up with them as well. Josh and I have just been so busy lately, so we haven't really seen them since we found out about the baby. We ate, talked for hours, and played with Ethan. It was a great way to end the weekend.
I have been told by so many people that the first trimester, especially weeks 7 through 13, are (for lack of a better term) "hell." I believe I am starting to agree. Friday marked the beginning of week 7 for me, and it has been interesting to say the least. I'm not trying to say that I'm not happy about being pregnant or anything like that, but the nausea, fatigue, and hormones just wear on you. I feel like I went to one of those cheap little fairs and rode every ride imaginable. I walk around queasy and completely exhausted. My job isn't very strenuous at all, but I have laid my head down on my desk 4 times since I got here this morning out of sheer fatigue. Oh well, my nausea isn't as bad as it was on Saturday, and at least I have a free afternoon today to take a much needed nap. I just need to take it one day at a time...plus, the end result will be well worth it!
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