Tuesday, October 29

on this rainy tuesday

I found my sunshine.

Monday, October 21

a shoulda been birthday

36 weeks
day before labor

38 weeks
surprise! I have a two week old baby?!


I've recently decided to give my son an additional birthday.
Porter is entitled to 10/8 as his official birthday, but also today. 10/21. Today was the day that I was supposed to head in to the hospital and have my planned C-Section for my little breech baby. But instead I am sitting here with my almost two week old baby boy on my lap, trying to write out my birth story to post here soon. Easier said than done. There are parts of that day that I want to remember but can't ... and then there are parts that I remember but oh lordy do I wish I could forget! But, that's the beautiful thing about a birth story. Every one is unique. Every one is different. And as far as I can tell, none of them go as planned.

So, I'm off to remember the good, the bad and the ugly.
Which may or may not include me biting my doctor.
That one falls under the "ugly" category.

Oh and I just remembered. Porter should get a third birthday as well. 11/4 is his official due date so why the heck not ... let's add one more. Presents and cake galore!

Thursday, October 17

Monday, October 14

Porter Gray Jones

Porter Gray

10/08/13
10:14 PM
7 lbs 2 oz
20 in

And a bundle of joy.

I have lots of fun stories to share, but first I have to take a shower.
And find my dog.

Friday, October 4

pool days

Per doctor's orders ... 
Three times a week I get to get off the couch. 
And put my swimming suit on. 
And drive a car to our nearby aquatic center.
And for thirty minutes, three times a week ...
I get to submerge my big belly in a pool of water.
And it is heavenly.

For one, I actually feel like a normal person getting to drive and being surrounded by real live human beings. 
For two, after now gaining 40+ lbs, feeling weightless is simply amazing.
And for three ... you can pee anytime you want!

Juuuust kidding.
Happy Friday!

Sunday, September 29

35 weeks and bed rest

This post should actually be titled "34 weeks and bed rest" because I've already been horizontal for an entire week now. But, now that we've made it to 35, I'm concentrating on that number instead. Every day counts and I'm just praying that I make it a few more weeks. Until then, I will be dreaming of taking 4-mile walks with Sherman through the woods. Did you even see him in that picture? Look closely. He kind of looks like a small pony.
A couple of weeks ago I went in for my weekly ultrasound and they found that my amniotic fluid had dropped from an 11 (which they thought was low to begin with) to a 6 in just one week. For those who don't read about amniotic fluid on the daily, normal pregnancy levels during the third trimester are 5-25cm so anything around a 5, they start to worry about. Anything below a 5 ... and you can betcha you'll be admitted to the hospital to be monitored closely. 

So, they took another look a few days later and sure enough, I had dropped to that magical number of 5. Luckily it was a 5.2, so I am still hospital-free. However, I left the office holding a note that said BED REST in big, bold letters. So I ripped up that note and took Sherman for a run. Just kidding. But I did think long and hard about how to get out of it. I'm not exactly a bed rester. I don't watch tv. I don't read books. I don't take naps. But, that's what I've been instructed to do. Relax. Take it easy. Build up my fluid.

10 hrs horizontal at night + 6 hrs horizontal during the day.
The rest of the time I get to sit up. Yippee. ;)
Bed rest honestly hasn't been that bad though and one reason I took so long to even write this post is because I never want it to seem like I'm complaining. Every other blog I read and every other person I talk to ... a story comes up about someone not being able to have a baby. Someone struggling with getting pregnant. Or staying pregnant. It breaks my heart. And even though I had some struggles of my own, I feel so very blessed to be where I am and I never want to take it for granted. But holy moly has he been a high-maintenance fetus.

Currently I am seeing maternal fetal specialists weekly to get biophysicals and non-stress tests on baby boy. The awesome news is that he has passed both BPPs with 10/10 and also did very well on his first NST. He is a champ at practicing his breathing and is measuring in at a whopping 6.2 lbs. He is still in the breech position, which is no surprise with the level of fluid that he has to work with. So, I've been told to go ahead and prepare for a planned C-Section. Damn. I won't get to experience those amazing labor pains after all. ;) We're hoping to make it to 38 weeks, but depending on his growth pattern and fluid levels, we might be holding our baby in about two weeks. TWO weeks people!

So, we are no longer looking at a November baby.
And hopefully not a September baby because that would mean giving birth tomorrow (yikes).
Let's hear it for that October baby! :) 

Other updates: 
Sherman is doing well. He doesn't quite understand why mom is being so lazy and laying on the couch all the time, but he makes an effort to give me 24 slobbery kisses a day, usually when I'm sound asleep, just to make sure I'm alive. 

Dan is just being his normal "Superman Dan" self. He goes grocery shopping and cooks me amazing meals like Saffron Risotto with Butternut Squash (Really? Who cooks with Saffron??). He buys me flowers and does the laundry and gets me books from the library and runs ridiculous errands that I think are extremely important. He wakes up early to feed Sherman and takes him on morning and evening runs. Yesterday he installed the car seat and set up the bassinet and has been getting everything ready for the arrival of our boy. All while his wife lays on the couch, eating candy corn and watching The Real Housewives of ____. Dan, I know you don't read my "coffee cup blog" and may never read it ... but thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are beyond amazing.

Guys ... it's finally getting COLD outside!!!! Hip hip!

Wednesday, September 4

sneak peek

The nursery. 
It's a funny thing. The kid won't give a hoot about what this room looks like. It doesn't matter what color the walls are or if all the furniture matches perfectly. And yet (and hopefully I'm not alone here) there is just something about a nursery. You want it to be absolutely perfect when your baby arrives. Especially your first baby. 

I wouldn't call it nesting just yet. You should see the rest of our house. It's a disaster. Dog hair everywhere. Dust bunnies floating around like they own the place. The casa is a complete mess.

Oh but I have more important things to do. Like sit in my rocking chair in this little room, dreaming about the day I meet our baby boy. So, that's what I do. I spend way more time than I should just hanging out in this special room. And I spend way more money than I should on silly things that this boy won't give a hoot about. But, I guess that's just the mom in me. Let's just hope baby boy likes bees like his dad does. Otherwise we've got a serious problem.