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The Son’ll Come Out Tomorrow

Song Lyric of the Day:

Tomorrow, tomorrow I love ya tomorrow / You’re always a day away

Aileen Quinn / “Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the big day: We finally get to meet Little Dude. I will be 39 weeks and 1 day into my pregnancy when he is delivered via C-section. I ended up having to have a C-section with Coraline because she refused to budge — my water had broken on its own at 9:50AM, and she was still holding on with grappling hooks come midnight. My doctor was worried about infection setting in, so they had to go and get her. This time, though, I have placenta previa, so a natural delivery was not an option. Combine that with my gestational diabetes, and Little Dude gets sprung from the hoosegow about six days early. I would have been fine trying a natural delivery, but I’m OK with having a repeat C-section. I’m all for whatever gets him here safely. Besides, my stubborn little boy is also transverse. Seems he didn’t care for the head-down position, so he’s breach anyway.

Rich and I are as ready as we’re going to be. My last day of work for the year was last Tuesday, and I’ve been in hard-core nesting mode since. Coraline is beyond excited that she will finally not only be a big sister, but that she will get to meet her baby brother instead of having to settle for hugging and kissing my belly. She’s been singing lullabies to him most nights, during which he stretches out and moves in response to her voice. I’m pretty sure he’ll know who she is as soon as he hears her. Coraline has been a little bit more subdued than normal the last two or three days; we think it’s finally hitting her that everything is about to change. She admitted that she’s more happy than sad, though, so that’s good. Tonight Rich and I enjoyed a last family-of-three dinner with her. Tomorrow we look forward to spending time together as a family of four.


Soon to be filled …


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Fun With Gestational Diabetes

Song Lyric of the Day:

I want candy / I want candy

Bow Wow Wow / “I Want Candy

I had gestational diabetes when I was pregnant with Coraline. Apparently age and ethnicity play into the likelihood of developing it during pregnancy. And while one of my OBs tried to be optimistic about me not having it this time around, he was wrong. I failed the one-hour glucose test so spectacularly — I got 203 when the highest they wanted was 130 — that I didn’t even have to take the three-hour test like I did with Coraline. It was straight from failing the one-hour test to the high-risk OB. Do not pass go.

While pregnant with Coraline, it was easy-peasy to manage my gestational diabetes. I took Metformin. That was it. Well, I also didn’t overeat or go crazy with carb- and sugar-heavy foods, because once the doctors explained that a lot of those giant babies who make the news were the result of moms who let their gestational diabetes get out of control, I vowed to be good. But one magic pill and everything was under control. For that pregnancy, anyway.

Unfortunately, this time around thanks to my super-high score on my one-hour glucose test, the docs could tell my body was not producing/managing insulin the way it was supposed to. Which meant no magic Metformin. This time around I have to take Glyburide at bedtime and — the horror — inject myself twice a day with insulin, once before lunch and again before dinner. So managing gestational diabetes has been as fun this time around as it sounds. The Glyburide was causing me to have scary-low fasting blood sugar levels when I woke up and to have fogged vision every morning, which would last anywhere from a couple of hours to up to about six hours one day, so I was told to cut the already tiny 2.5 mg pill in half. I was still having fogged vision even with the lower dose, but — knock on wood — my body seems to have finally decided to play nice with the Glyburide.

The insulin … oofta. That was a problem from the get-go. I was originally prescribed 10ccs per shot. That turned out to be way too much. I was told to go down to 8ccs per shot. That was still to much, so I had to go down to 6ccs. That seemed to almost still be too much, so I tried 4ccs, which ended up not being enough. I am now back up to 6ccs and that also seems to have stabilized. But at the wrong (higher) doses, my blood sugar levels were way too low. I was getting shaky and woozy, which, after having fogged vision to deal with, was not making me a very happy camper. Not to mention I was worried what that might be doing to Little Dude. Fingers crossed that at my next high-risk OB appointment they’ll be happy with the numbers I have had since sticking with the 6cc shots.

This is where I should mention that I hate needles. HATE. THEM. I can’t even watch injections or blood draws on TV shows and in movies. So being told I had to inject myself twice a day was not something I wanted to hear. Thankfully, the needle is teeny tiny on the preloaded insulin pen. And since I have to inject it straight into my belly, I usually don’t feel the shot. Now, having to draw blood to test my glucose levels four times a day — that hurts. Some days my fingertips won’t stop bleeding right away; I’ve gone through a ton of Band-Aids these last few weeks. Other days I forget which hand I was taking blood from and end up with bruised fingertips when I double-draw from them. Good times.


The perfect accessories for the woman with gestational diabetes: a testing kit, insulin pen, and blood-sugar log.

So while gestational diabetes has been a royal pain in my ass this time around, I’m happy to take a tiny pill and inject myself with insulin to keep my little boy healthy (and non-gigantic). Still, I would kill to be able to have a second helping of pasta now and then. God, I miss carbs. And candy.

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30 Weeks

Song Lyric of the Day:

You don’t need direction, you know which way to go / And I don’t want to hold you back, I just want to watch you grow

Carole King / “Child of Mine

A few months ago I had started a 30 Day Blog Challenge. I didn’t finish it for a couple of reasons. First, the questions weren’t as interesting (I thought) as the ones I did for the 31 Day Blog Challenge. The 30-day one felt like it had questions written by 14-year-olds. Second, Rich and I got hit with some really disheartening news, followed quickly by some very surprising news. Bigger fish to fry and all.

The surprising news was actually very good news: We are pregnant with our second child, due on November 28. What was surprising about it is that we didn’t think we’d get pregnant so quickly. Now, we know how the sex works, and we’re awesome with birth control (see: daughter it took us 10 years to have), but we didn’t think once we started trying to get pregnant that we would succeed so quickly. After all, we are six years older than last time. I’m also again considered high risk due to my age (I’ll be 75 in several decades). Alas, it turns out Rich and I are sitcom fertile, so we are now eagerly anticipating the arrival of Little Dude sometime around Thanksgiving. And no, we do not yet have his name picked out. We’ve got a long list and have to do some whittling down. I’m confident that by the time he does arrive we will have a name chosen, something simple, something he can live with and not hate. Like Pubert.

Bend It Like Little Dude

He’s a flexible little guy (taken at 28w, 2d)

Feet in the Face

Yes, those are his feet right up against his face. It must be more comfortable than it looks. (taken at 28w, 2d)



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39 Weeks Down: Endgame

Song Lyric of the Day:

Oh, oh, I want some more / Oh, oh, What are you waitin’ for? / Take a bite of my heart tonight

I’ve never thought of myself as the most hospitable person. Sure, I’m a decent hostess whenever we have anyone over for dinner or a game night. But overly accommodating? That’s not me. And yet it seems my uterus is THE place to be, at least in Coraline’s opinion. She has made herself really comfortable. Really comfortable. As in she’s now using grappling hooks to stay on the inside. I also strongly suspect she now has a DVR and something on season pass she doesn’t want to miss, probably some reality show she knows I wouldn’t approve of.

Today we had another checkup. Coraline now weighs approximately 6 pounds, 12 ounces. And is happy as a clam. Since it turns out my cervix is half thinned-out and I’m at 2 centimeters (woohoo! only 8 more to go!), our doctor let us go ahead and pick a day to be induced. So barring any surprises from Coraline, it looks like her birthday is going to be this Wednesday. As in two days from now. As in Rich and I are now in the happy/scared/anxious/can’t-wait-to-meet-her/scared shitless phase of impending parenthood. Everything is pretty much in place here at the house for her arrival. Tonight we even went to the sheriff’s office to have the carseat base in Rich’s truck secured; we’ll be bringing her home in the truck since my Xterra’s AC is on the fritz and it’s just too hot for a baby to be in right now (I can barely tolerate it at this point — this summer has been miserably hot).

And now the ball is in Coraline’s court. We already know how headstrong our little girl is. Did we choose a day she’ll like for her birthday? Or will she decide to come on her own before then? This is the endgame, Coraline — you have until Wednesday morning to decide. Regardless of when you arrive, your mommy and daddy couldn’t be more excited.

You just know I’m going to be totally useless at work tomorrow.

39 weeks!

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Labor Watch 2010/37 Weeks Down

Song Lyric of the Day:

Will things ever be the same again? / It’s the final countdown / The final countdown

As of 4:01AM Sunday morning, Rich and I started Labor Watch 2010. I can pinpoint the time because 4:01AM Sunday was exactly one minute after my first intentionally missed dose of Niphedipine (aka Procardia). Since being discharged from the hospital on August 7, I’d been taking a pill every four hours to keep the contractions at bay. Yes, every four hours, even overnight, not just waking hours. My doctors said to stop taking it once we hit 37 weeks, so now I’m no longer taking the magic contraction-stopping pills and Coraline is free to come whenever she wants. Of course, as much as we want to meet her, we still hope she stays in the oven a bit longer. But we’ll see.

We spent the majority of our long holiday weekend nesting. First up was our Special Delivery class on what to expect for labor and delivery (freaking the hell out, that’s what). Then a big trip to Babies “R” Us to pick up some last-minute necessities and tweak our registry a bit more. Then it was time to assemble Coraline’s bassinet, which is now stationed in our bedroom, and put together her stroller and bouncer, and finish up the list of people to send thank you cards to. You know — nesting. So we’re feeling a bit more prepared now, although I’m still scared about the upcoming labor. I just keep reminding myself that as long as she arrives safe and healthy, the pain and her father’s broken hands will be worth it.

We wrapped the weekend up with our last date night as a couple — no bambina to get home to yet. Thanks in large part to the debit card I won from a Half Off Depot Knoxville Facebook promo a few weeks ago, Rich and I enjoyed a divine dinner tonight at Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse. I swear, I ate my weight in food. Totally worth feeling like I was going to pop afterward.

And that’s how our long holiday weekend went. Now we wait …

37 weeks and one day on our big date night

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Tiny Hats and Child-Sized Glasses

Song Lyric of the Day:

All around my hat i will wear the green willow / And all around my hat for a twelve month and a day / And if any one should ask me the reason why i’m wearing it / It’s all for my true love who’s far, far away

Steeleye Span / “All Around My Hat

I meant to post much earlier in the day, but I got brave, mustered up some energy (bedrest pretty much sucks the life out of you), and headed out to run errands today. Anyone who knows me knows I’m really antsy to get out if I voluntarily head to the supermarket. Grocery shopping ranks on my list of least-favorite things to do, right after making phone calls and taking my dogs to the vet to get their bums squeezed. But out I ventured into the heat with my on-the-fritz car AC, which is why I passed out on the couch pretty much as soon as I got back. I’ve mastered the art of the couch nap, even timing it for when the dogs are down for their afternoon naps. Since it’s impossible to sleep when the boys are all “rawr-rawr-RAWR-WOOFWOOFWOOFAROOOOOOO” (OK, that’s mostly Troubadour) when they wrestle or fight over toys.

“He Stole My Seahorse!” from Patricia Lee on Vimeo.

As for yesterday’s followup appointment, I’m thrilled to announce that nothing is physically wrong with Coraline. It seems that the poor kid has just inherited her mother’s small head. As my high-risk OB put it, “I look to the parents, and, well, you don’t have the biggest head, you know.” So now my little girl will face the same hat issues I’ve had my whole life: baseball caps always need to be set on the smallest setting possible, I only wear hats in winter out of desperation and a need for warmth, and I generally look like a toothpick balancing a giant mushroom cap anytime I put on a hat. Fortunately, her intercranial development looks great — great brain development, great bloodflow. Which is good, since she’ll have to use her smarts to learn how to deal with her genetic inability to look trendy in hats.

Something she might find more amusing than her noggin’s inability to support a hat is that, even today, I can wear children’s eyeglasses. And they fit perfectly. The price of a pair of children’s glasses is always significantly cheaper than adult glasses, too. Were it not for that Dora the Explorer logo emblazoned on the lenses and arms, I’d buy a pair for myself.

And guess what — I finally got cleared to go back to work. On Monday. With breaks every three hours. Here’s to being paroled from house arrest!


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Coraline/Bedrest Update and a Belly Shot for Sharon in Virginia

Song Lyric of the Day:

It just takes some time / Little girl, you’re in the middle of the ride / Everything, everything will be just fine / Everything, everything will be alright (alright)

Jimmy Eat World / “The Middle

I’m now on my tenth day of missing work. As of Friday’s followup appointment to my hospital stay, I’ve been cleared for light activities. As in, not doing much more than I was doing when I was on bedrest with bathroom privileges. I managed to do some laundry over the weekend which took me about 10 times longer than it normally does since I couldn’t just load the basket to capacity. Instead I made multiple trips with small piles of clothes from the hamper to the laundry room and made multiple trips with those small loads back to the bedroom when they were done. See how efficient I am? I got four loads done that way. Of course, half the clothes I washed are still neatly laid out in our bedroom, waiting to be folded or hung up and put away. Maybe I’ll take care of that later today. Baby steps and all with the light activity, you know.

I had another followup appointment yesterday (to the one on Friday — odd, right?) and today have ANOTHER appointment, this time back out at UT. Seems my OB found Coraline’s biophysical profile measurements a bit off and wants UT to recheck as they have much better ultrasound equipment. I of course started to panic, but Baby Doc reassured me that he just wants things rechecked; if there were cause for real concern, he would tell me, which I appreciate. My doctor friend also talked me off the ledge when I gave her an update last night. So I’m off to UT later today to get more detailed ultrasounds and another biophysical profile. I’ve had so many ultrasounds this pregnancy that we’ve lost count of how many photo printouts we have at this point. I think it’s somewhere around 40, 50. Maybe more. I just know it’s enough to warrant buying a small photo album just for Coraline’s ultrasound pics. Here’s one from yesterday. You know you’ve gotten alot of ultrasounds when they throw some 3-D ones in for free.

First time we’ve ever seen her with her hand in/pressed against her mouth.

And just for my friend, Sharon, in Virginia, here’s my latest belly shot. This is me at 34 weeks:

Thanks to Rich for taking my weekly belly shots.

And that’s what’s going on with me and the baby for now. Cross your fingers for me that today’s appointment finds Coraline healthy and happy. Well, we already know she’s happy on account of yesterday’s non-stress test. I’m pretty sure she was trying to karate-chop her way out. Baby girl is READY to be on the outside.

TiVo viewing for the last three days: four eps of Futurama, two and a half eps of Warehouse 13, half a Hex, 1 ep of Hung, 1 ep of The IT Crowd

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A Good Friday the 13th

Song Lyric of the Day:

When I was young and moving fast / Nothing slowed me down, oh, slowed me down / Now, I let the others pass

The Black Keys / “Tighten Up

Blogging Note: You’ll see a deluge of posts I wrote over the last few days. I held off on posting them while I tweaked the blog layout a bit. What can I say? I’m a bit OCD that way.

Today was my followup appointment to my hospital stay. The good: I can resume light activities. As in sitting on my tochus and sorting papers — in my home office versus on the couch. The bad: I am apparently still having mild contractions, although the doctor thinks they’re Braxton Hicks contractions. (And, no, I’m still not feeling them.) The ugly: I’m still not cleared to go back to work. I have another appointment early next week, so we’ll see what they clear me for after that.

What does this mean for my weekend plans? Basically that I can at least indulge my need to organize something, most likely my home office. Rich will be at the A-frame most of the weekend, so at least I can make myself a bit more useful around the new house than I’ve been in days. And even though the doctor said I can start taking on some light activities, I’m determined to not overdo it, which I know I can easily do if I let myself get carried away at being productive again. Because squee — I get to DO SOMETHING. Something that’s not just sitting on the couch, surfing the Web or watching everything on our DVR. Now to choose that something very carefully.

TiVo viewing for the last two days: half a White Collar, three and a half eps of Hex, and half an ep of Law & Order: SVU.


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Another Week Down

Song Lyric of the Day:

Birds flying high you know how I feel / Sun in the sky you know how I feel / Breeze driftin’ on by you know how I feel

Nina Simone / “Feeling Good

Today marks a full week from the day I went into preterm labor. Coraline is now at 33 weeks, 3 days, that much closer to our first goal: 34 weeks. After that, we’re hoping to make it to 36 weeks, then 38, and so on. My end of the bargain is to continue with the bedrest regimen and take a procardia capsule every four hours. I have my cell phone alarm set to go off at each four-hour interval so I don’t miss one, which is critical for my overnight doses (at 2AM and 6AM). I expect that once Coraline does arrive, she’ll wake up at 1AM, 3AM, and 5AM just to be different. It’d be nice, though, if she decided to stick with the overnight schedule her mom has right now. Wishful thinking, right?

I’m still climbing the walls when it comes to the whole bedrest thing, but I’m doing better. I’ve been reading a lot, reading countless blogs, sorting through paperwork/mail, paying bills, etc. You know — staying busy. The couch is now my command central. The dogs and cats are loving that I’m home with them everyday, all day. Anytime I get up to go to the bathroom or the kitchen, I have my three-dog escort party to lead the way. I wonder if they’re getting so used to me being on the couch or in bed all the time that now when I move they have to see where I’m going. Some pet observations: Caleb and Troubadour nap together in the same dog bed for most of the day, which I find very amusing. And our boy tabby, Buster (aka Reverend Sunbeam), has turned into a living sundial, almost never leaving the sunroom. He’s quite happy in there.

Two more days until my followup appointment with my doctor. Two more days …

TiVo viewing for the last two days: 1 ep of The Closer, 3 eps of Hung, 4 eps of White Collar, and Ultimate Air Jaws (and two couch naps)

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Home Again, Jiggity Jig

Song Lyric of the Day:

Going home / Going home / Going home / On our way back home

/ “Going Home

Today was my first full day of being sentenced to bedrest (WITH bathroom privileges — booyah!). I actually got home yesterday afternoon after our baby shower. I got released from the hospital just in time to make it to the shower, albeit a half hour late. Not that anyone was complaining. We literally didn’t know until about a half hour before the scheduled start time if I was even going to get out of the hospital yesterday, much less in time for the baby shower. As late as Friday afternoon, it was sounding like I’d still be in the hospital today, so I’m really happy to be out.

Now I’m home alone, since after Rich took our dear friend (and Coraline’s godmother), Caren, to the Chattanooga airport, he is once again at the A-frame working. And now I need to accept that I’ve been ordered by my doctor to not. do. anything. Which is going to be quite an adjustment. But I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my daughter safe inside for a bit longer. No matter how boring that might be.

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