Nothing new to report on the pregnancy home front except my Dr. decided NOT to take me off of my contraction medication like we had planned. I do have another appointment next Tuesday and I WILL be taken off of them no matter what. I will be 36 weeks along and that is when all meds become ineffective. We will just have to see if I make it that long.
My mom has been here for a week now and is leaving today. We will miss her so much. She has kept me company and Tucker is absolutely in love with her and her energy. She can keep up with him like no other.
On Saturday Jeff's cousin Carla come for a surprise visit. I was so happy to see her, but I was even more happy to see here when she revealed that she was here to give me a mani-pedi and to cut my hair. She spent 4 glorious hours at my house chit-chatting and pampering me. And if that wasn't enough, she and her mom gave me a big gift bag filled with all sorts of beauty products that make me feel so glamorous. I loved it. It was such a great day.
Here is Carla blow drying my hair.
Uh-Oh...Check out me, my bloated face, and my sexy hair!
Patience is one virtue that I must be lacking. But you would too after you hear about my last 48 hours... It all started on Monday night when I was eating dinner, I started having contractions. They were about 5 minutes apart and coming on strong. I took a shower after dinner to freshen up in case we ended up in the hospital and sure enough, the contractions stopped just as quick as they started. I should've known then that I was in for a rough next couple days.
I woke up on Tuesday and had some indications that my amniotic fluid might be leaking. So I called the doctors office and was instructed to go to Labor & Delivery at the hospital. By the time I got to the hospital I had started having contractions about every 3-5 minutes. With in the hour my contractions were every 3 minutes and getting awfully uncomfortable. All of the tests that were run indicated no infection, no amniotic fluid leak, but a positive fFN which tells you if you will deliver in the next 2 weeks. So I was moved from triage to a delivery room and the excitement began.
I know that I am only 34 weeks along but it has been a long haul and I am so ready to have "Boris" join our family. That being said, I will continue;
Over the next 10 hours my contractions were still going strong, getting painful, I was 3 cm dilated, and my mom had booked a plane flight for the next morning to come meet her new grandson. The excitement was hitting the roof. The Dr. told Jeff not to leave the hospital and we all knew that a baby was going to be born in the next couple hours. I signed consent forms for treatment, epidurals, and circumcisions. I was ready!!!At 12:30am I called the nurse in because I felt a "change" (which I will spare you the details of that "change"). She in turn called in the Dr. who checked me and informed me that I was still 3cm, no change, and that my labor has stopped. STOPPED???? What do you mean it stopped, my contractions were so strong that I was about to ask for an epidural. I was convinced that I was at least 5-6cm and going strong. After all, I had been in active labor for 12hours now. You can imagine my disappointment. She had me take a sleeping pill to get some rest. Well, when I woke up 4 hours later my contractions had ceased to exist. Zip, Zilch, Nada! Labor had finished and I didn't have the baby.
The Dr. ordered a sonogram to be done that day to make sure my amniotic fluid was still normal, and to check the size of the baby. My amniotic fluid level was normal and I evidently have a big beautiful 5lb 8oz baby. The plan was for me to be moved to 2South where I spent 5 weeks of my life so I could be "obsverved". After a lot of pleading and begging the Nurse Practitioner convinced the Dr. to send me home.
Get ready for it...
I went home and I am OFF OF BEDREST! Well, technically my discharge papers say modified bed rest, but the nurse practitioner said "Just don't go shopping at the mall." So I am home, frustrated, and am not holding my baby. At least I have my mom to keep me company, oh, and clean the house. LOL!
I know what you are thinking...34 weeks is still early, but come on people I am ready. As a matter of fact my mom went to Babies R Us and bought out the store. I now have everything that I need, should the baby decide to actually come out one of these times I go into labor. Keep your fingers and toes crossed and pray that "Boris" continues to grow and be healthy, but maybe not wait until 40 weeks to be born. Mommy can only take but so many trips to the hospital.
This is what we do after dinner to pass our time! One of Tucker's favorite things to do.
Also, thanks to Oprah and Cold Stone Creamery, I have found a temporary cure for Living Room Psychosis (an actual disease in this house). Yesterday Oprah had on the Founders of Cold Stone Creamery and boy did I want some ice cream. So my wonderful hubby called me today from Cold Stone and asked what I wanted. I decided on my own concoction of Chocolate Ice Cream, Strawberries, Brownie Bites, and Marshmallow Fluff. You might not think that sounds good, but OMG I could not wipe the smile off of my face for an hour. This was the best ice cream I have had in a long time. Anything to make me happy these days is worth it. So run to your local Cold Stone and try it out.
Tucker is learning to dress himself. I think that it is going well.
Getting in my baby fix with my friend Kelly's baby, Jack. He is so sweet. This is also a picture of me in my bed rest prison. That is my futon matress on the living room floor. Are you jealous?
This is my beautiful niece Amelia. She really cheeses it up for the camera!
Tucker just loves babies. He is so excited to have a brother. But stop asking, he will not tell you his name.
Nothing new on the home front today. My BIL Scott brought Amelia over last night along with dinner. Yeh, taco night at the Morris house! My SIL Jessica was sick so she and the boys stayed home, but she made a beautiful cake at her cake decorating class, and sent that over with Scott. It was delicious.
Hurray! We are also celebrating our 33rd week today. The baby is growing big now. I wonder who he will look like.
Tucker is following in his father's footsteps. He helped his Daddy do all sorts of work on the nursery this weekend. What started out fun, quickly turned into drama...
Tucker was having fun hitting walls with a hammer like Daddy. It was all laughs until Daddy took down a piece of drywall, then Tucker started his hour long meltdown. See, Tucker thought that Daddy was hurting the wall. All he kept screaming between sobs was "NO DADDY, NO, OUCH, OUCH, WALL OUCHY DADDY, NOOOOOOO". I have never seen Tucker act like this. He was completely inconsolable. I have to admit the first 5 minutes or so were kind of funny, but then it was just sad. He could not get over it. After about an hour of screaming, crying, and running away from Jeff, Tucker finally did calm down. He even helped bag up and sweep up the mess with Jeff.
Needless to say, Tucker's new room and the nursery are finally under construction. It will look very nice when it is finished. I will keep posting pictures as things happen. But, here are some pictures of Tucker pre-meltdown.
Assumption in the Dictionary; as·sump·tion(-smpshn)n.
1. The act of taking to or upon oneself: assumption of an obligation.
2. The act of taking possession or asserting a claim: assumption of command.
3. The act of taking for granted: assumption of a false theory.
4. Something taken for granted or accepted as true without proof; a supposition: a valid assumption.
5. Presumption; arrogance.
6. Logic A minor premise.
Assumption in Courtney's World; 1. Thinking that I would be taken off of bed rest at 34 weeks gestation. I "assumed" this because I was going to be sent home from the hospital at 34 weeks. And the other moms who got sent home, went home off of bed rest.
Reality; I will not and cannot be taken off of bed rest before delivery, not even at 38 weeks.
So for the explanation... I had my Dr's appointment yesterday, that my loving hubby took off of work for. After waiting for what seemed like forever, in walks the doctor. She was so happy to see me, and even gave me a hug out of excitement for making it to 32 weeks. We just love her. WELL...After asking her a few questions about my medications, I dropped the big one. "So, when can I come off of bed rest?" she promptly replied "Oh, when you have the baby!" OMG!!! I just cannot stand it. I have gone past the point that optimism will help. Yes, I know this is what is good for the baby. Yes, I know that this is just a short amount of time out of my life. Yes, I know everything. And yes, I will go to the end of the earth and back to have this baby be born strong and healthy. But some days it just helped to know that I might be able to get things ready for the baby before I give birth to him. Maybe "nest" a bit. Thanks to Jeff my hips are feeling better. He brought my memory foam mattress down to me, and what a world of difference that makes. I can lay on one side for more than 10 minutes.
That's all I've got for today. Hopefully tomorrow some of my progesterone hormones will have worn off and I will be a little happier. I will also post pictures of Tucker doing construction on his new room and the nursery.
Well my doctors appointment was fairly uneventful. I waited in the waiting room for what seemed like an eternity. It was the longest I had sat in a chair in 7 weeks. The Dr. came in to see me and we just joked about this is the most pregnant I have ever been. And how proud of me he is. I don't think that many people expected us to pull this off. After going into labor at 24 weeks, it seemed impossible to make it this far. I am pretty much bored stiff. I have watched so many marathons of TV shows. For example; Fairly Odd Parents, Go Diego Go, Americas Next Top Model (3 seasons worth), I Love New York 2 (don't laugh, I am soooo bored), The Real Housewives of Orange County, and so so so many more. I am very sick of reality TV, but I guess until writers strike is over, I am stuck watching American Gladiator and Deal or No Deal. Thank God for 8 new episodes of Lost coming soon. I have another Dr's appointment on Friday, so I will update everyone then. And I will try to snag a few pictures of Tucker with his hair cut, thanks to Nana and Pop-Up. He looks very cute as always.
No new news. Which means good news I suppose. After all in this case "no news is good news". I am officially 31 weeks prego now and have a doctors appointment tomorrow. Just a check up to make sure everything is going as planned. I am still waking up every 4 hours to take a pill, and still getting my progesterone injections every Wednesday. I had my first experience with a foot in my rib yesterday. It was sooooo cool. I just rubbed my ribs because they hurt so bad, and all of a sudden something moved down and my ribs did not hurt anymore. I have never been this pregnant to feel these sort of things. Hopefully, I will be pregnant for a while longer to experience many more firsts. Hopefully not stretch marks though!!! I will post more after my appointment tomorrow.
I hope you all had a very happy and safe New Year!
Uh-Oh...Check out me, my bloated face, and my sexy hair!
Tucker had to get in on that action.
We must have worn him out!
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