Thursday, June 27, 2013
With the heat rising and my belly (and other things) getting bigger, it's been getting harder and harder to pull together reasonable looking outfits for work.
A couple months back, I bought a whole pile of slightly used maternity clothes (who wants to spend full price on clothes that you're only going to wear for a few months?), and splurged on some new items too. With seemingly endless combinations of outfits I could put together, I thought I was set for the rest of my pregnancy.
Apparently, I forgot how things progress while pregnant during the summer.
The very fashionable skinny jeans and dress pants I bought, while still fitting nicely around the belly, are already tight in the hips.
Some of the tops are already too short to fit over my belly.
My feet are growing/swelling so that my shoes are tight.
The heat means there's no way in hell I'm wearing layers, which is a problem because...
...all of a sudden my boobs have grown multiple cup sizes, making what used to be relatively conservative necklines into cleavage-ville.
Getting dressed for work sucks these days. I seriously get angry even thinking about having to wear a camisole underneath a top because...HEAVEN FORBID...someone might be able to see a bit of cleavage (GASP!!!). Knowing I can't even wear half my maternity pants anymore makes me want to weep. Putting my shoes on in the morning just makes me cringe.
And I'm only 24 weeks along!
The one good thing about all of this is how amazing it feels to come home, get out of my work clothes, and put on a big t-shirt, cotton shorts, and flip-flops.
Just hoping I can make it to Sept. 13th (last day of work!!) with a somewhat intact ability to dress appropriately, then the above becomes my uniform until Jelly Bean arrives (and, let's be honest, for months after except substituting sweatpants and socks for the shorts and flip-flops in the fall). It will be glorious.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Our most recent project around the house was putting in a much-needed deck in the backyard. We considered doing it ourselves, but since I wouldn't be able to help much (if at all), we figured it would take DH many weekends where we could be enjoying our summer instead. So, with that, we put together a design, got a couple quotes, and hired a contractor.
Though the price was more than we were planning on, and definitely more than if we did it ourselves, having it professionally done in about a week was well worth it.
Fig. 1: Before. Not much to look at other than the horribly crooked cement stairs.
Fig. 2: Finished product!
Fig. 3: First BBQ meal on the deck - many, many more to come!
The next big project on our list is the attic. With my maternity leave coming up, that probably won't be for a couple of years, but I'm sure there will be other smaller projects to write about.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Here's a tip: don't ever comment on the size of a pregnant woman.
Don't tell her you think she's too small or too large (why does no one ever comment that you're just the right size?). You're not an expert. Everyone carries differently. Everyone gains weight differently. Babies grow at different rates.
Earlier this week, I had a woman tell me she thought I was really big. After telling her that's not really what pregnant women want to hear, she continued to make comments, counting how much time I have left until my due date (like I'm not aware of that), and ended by saying that maybe I'll be "lucky" and not gain much more weight for the rest of the pregnancy.
I was livid. I tried to make her shut-up, but she kept right on going. I wanted to punch her in the throat.
A couple days later, I had a midwife appointment, and I was a bit worried about my size and weight gain. But, my measurements were pretty much dead on for what they "should" be at this point.
I'm not sure why people think the lives and bodies of pregnant women are open to public scrutiny and judgment. From comments about size and weight gain, to belly rubs, and rude/unsolicited advice about everything under the sun*, it's hard not to just put a big FU shield up for 9 months.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Saturday, June 15, 2013
If you're a long-time reader of the blog, you might remember that Evan was 5 weeks early. Not early enough for him to have any long-term health concerns, but a bit too early for our liking. He had to spend his first week in the hospital, mostly due to low glucose levels (for the first 24 hours) then high jaundice levels. He then had very large issues with breast feeding and I ended up exclusively pumping for the first six months.
Obviously, we would like to avoid that situation again. The problem is, there was really no definite reason for why I went into labour at 35 weeks. We do know that my water broke first, and this is what induced labour. This absolutely doesn't mean that it would happen again. In fact, though my chances of early labour are increased because of my history, there's still a relatively good chance that I could go full-term this time with no interventions.
However, there are lots of things that can be done to increase my chances of making it to full-term that aren't too invasive, are safe for pregnancy, and don't have any side effects.
First, I'm taking vitamins C and E. Apparently this combination of vitamins has been showed to strengthen the membranes of the amnionic sac. This might prevent my water from breaking early, which caused me to go into labour last time.
Second, my thyroid levels were measuring high at the beginning of my pregnancy, and this has been linked to pre-term labour and growing large babies (Evan was also quite large for his gestational age - 6lbs9oz). So, I am taking Synthroid, which has lowered my levels into the middle of the normal range.
Third, I am on progesterone injections. Some (but not all) studies have shown that this greatly increases the chance of going full-term in women that have a history of pre-term labour (but otherwise normal and healthy pregnancies). This is the least fun and most-invasive of the three, as I have to give myself an injection once a week.
Will one or all of these help? Who knows - and we really won't ever know. If I go full-term, it could be because of these interventions, or it could be because it was going to happen that way anyway. If I go early again, it could be because none of these things actually helped or because of some other factor we didn't take into consideration.
When deciding whether to go ahead with these interventions (especially the injections), it all came down to whether I'd be okay with going full-term and not knowing why OR possibly going early and feeling like I could have done something. So, after some research, I chose to go ahead because the positives far outweighed the risks.
The goal is to get to September 26th - after that, Jelly Bean can make his appearance any time!
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
My wallet, that is.
Yup, that's the end to my wallet woes story from earlier this week. I got a call from the rest-stop manager to tell me that it was accidentally destroyed. Apparently, if something isn't claimed after 24 hours, this is what happens.
I get why they do it --- but I DID claim it, 4 hours after I lost it. I was told they get 100s of lost items a week, and this was the first time in two years that something that was claimed got destroyed.
So, I'm now going through the whole rigamarole of replacing all my cards. At least they said they'd pay for all the costs, but it's still an annoying thing to have to deal with.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Just got back from vacation, which started with me leaving my wallet in the family washroom at a highway rest-stop. I didn't realize it until we got to our destination - about 4 hours later.
I called the rest-stop, and the lady I talked to said someone turned it in! Hooray! What luck! I told her that we would pick it up on our way home a week later.
After a week of no wallet, I was so relieved when we pulled into the parking lot of the rest-stop. I went up to the counter, gave them my name and the description of my wallet, and off they went to grab it. But, when they returned with nothing in their hand, I was a bit confused. Apparently, there was no wallet in the typical lost-and-found location, and no note of my phone call the week before.
They looked again. They got another staff person to look. They got the manager to look.
WTF? How could it be that the lady on the phone told me they had it and it not be there? Did it just disappear?
The managers that were on duty last weekend (when I lost my wallet and called) aren't working until Monday, so they might have some answers then. But, seriously, did it grow legs and walk away? Did the lady lie to me and said they had it when they didn't (why on Earth would she do that)?
It makes sense logically that it's there, but I'm waiting in limbo right now, wondering if/when I should start canceling and replacing all my cards (no strange purchases have been made yet), and finding it annoying that I can't just run to the store or whatever if I need something.
I'm blaming this on pregnancy brain.