Prego Log #12: Baby, please.

And no, I don't think this is real.


Are you kidding me with this? I know that technically I am still 9 days before my due date and that some people wait for one or two weeks after their due date to actually deliver, but not me. I'm done.

I have been walking around at a four (or if you are Dr. V- a six) for two weeks. Lets get serious and get this little person moving, shall we?

I have had been given advice on how to jump start labor by many different people and so far nothing has worked. Well, I've tried almost everything they have suggested. I won't run. I won't jump on the tramp. And I won't drink Castor Oil- as much as I would like labor to start, I'm sure I will already be puking- I don't really want the big D as well.

I think I'm just super impatient because I thought the baby was coming when I went to the hospital the first time. And then I thought for sure the baby was coming the second time we went to the hospital. And when I finally realized that it wasn't coming for a while, my mind was changed again; my friend, Erin Graybill, who was due on the same day as I am, had her baby yesterday! Unreal! She called me in the morning. I'm at a 1. Then later that night- "Cicely! I had my baby!"

Don't get me wrong. I'm so excited for you Erin, I'm just jealous. Crazy jealous.

Anyway, I'm still pregnant. And still complaining.

Prego Log #11: My Hospital Woes.

Alright. I have been avoiding blogging about this because there is so much to say and I don't want to write it all. So, I've decided to make it as painless as possible and give the easiest and quickest report that I can...

Craziness #1:

Tuesday night: Miles plays and is normal, but has had no interest in food for a while. I start having some serious contractions.

Tuesday bedtime: Miles cries and it worries me. I bring him down to lay with me and BAM! puke city. Again and again. More contractions for me.

Tuesday late til Wednesday morning: Miles wakes up every half hour to dry heave. He is the sickest I have ever seen him.

Wednesday mid morning: I try giving him a tablespoon of water and he can't keep that down. We are off to the doctor.

Wednesday noon: Doctor's orders- we are off to the hospital. I'm having contractions galore.

We stay at the hospital for two days. Miles has Rotavirus. You can't cure it- just wait it out. It was the saddest thing I have ever seen. He has a few bags of IV fluids slowly dripping into his body and seems like he is in some sort of coma. I've never seen anything like it. Nothing compares to watching your child suffer. I am just not strong enough to handle stuff like that. My poor baby.

Thursday morning: Dave comes to the hospital to be with Miles so I can make my pregs appointment. I promise to be back in no more than 1 hour.

Craziness #2:

Doctors appointment- 45 minutes later: I call Dave literally hyperventilating. The doctor tells me I am dilated to a 6 and that there is a lot of stress on the baby. She sends me to the hospital to possibly start labor. Of course, it is not the same hospital that Miles is at. I realize that I haven't slept in three days and I am more than falling apart emotionally.

I have never been as stressed out.

I have never been such a wreck.

Thursday afternoon: David meets me at the hospital after Miles finally gets discharged. I start to de-stress. No labor. Less contractions.

Thursday night: I'm going home. The doctor at the hospital says I'm only at a 4 (So dilation is pretty subjective then?) and that I could go anytime. Most likely over the weekend... I get to go home.

Friday: Nothing. Maybe 2 contractions.

Saturday: Nothing. In fact, besides feeling like a bowling ball is about to drop into my pants, I feel like my pregnancy is going backwards in time. No contractions. What the nuts is going on?

Craziness #3:

Sunday: My water breaks. I call the doctor. Off to the hospital again.

Sunday afternoon: My water didn't break. I'm an idiot and I have just wasted one more full day of study time for David. Worst wife ever.

And now it is Wednesday at 9:30 in the pm. I'm fat as can be. I can barely put on my socks. And my body believes I am in my second trimester again. I'm pretty sure when I go to the doctor tomorrow- she will tell me that I am only dilated to a 1 and that she expects the baby will come sometime in February. I can see it happening.

Anyway, that is my story. Miles was sick. And I was in false labor and then thought I was in labor, but I was false.

If my husband were here he would say: "Cool story Hansel."

It is a cool story. Oh, wait... "cool" probably isn't the word I'm looking for. I think it's probably something more like "crappy."

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Here is a list of people I would like to thank for helping me out during this crazy time:

-David. Who had absolutely no time to do any of this and who managed to put his family first- even during finals week. I love you more than you can possibly imagine.

-Momma Suite. Who was literally on a plane within minutes of me calling her to come out here and help. She made 4 connecting flights and traveled all day when she should've been at home taking care of so many other things. I'm so grateful for her love and selflessness. She is the most amazing woman that I know.

-The Hursts. For dropping all of their going-ons to come give Miles a blessing at 7:30 in the morning and for driving David, me and the car all around town to get us safely where we needed to be. Not to mention watching sick Miles while Dave and I were at the hospital. We are so grateful to have such good friends.

-Everyone else. I can't even begin to tell you how many people called, emailed, or stopped by to see if there was anything they could do for us- be it here or in Utah.

I am overwhelmed with the generosity of our friends here in Erie. I didn't even know that people knew what was going on and everyone was so amazing. The ward is truly our family and I am so grateful that I have so many people I can trust and lean on in any crisis. I really love you guys.

I was even getting calls from Utah, Ohio and West Virgina. (Does someone have a phone tree I don't know about?) I am so blessed to have such good friends and family all over.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

The First Day of Chirstmas

I love Christmas time. The only word I can think to describe it is- magical.

Everyone is a little sweeter. We try and focus on things that are truly important to us. We remember the savior at times that we normally might not. We spend real time together as families.

I love hot chocolate and popcorn. I love listening to children's Christmas music. I love putting lights up on the tree and the smell of pine. I love cuddling on the couch to watch cheesy holiday movies and crying uncontrollably. I love candles and cookies and wreaths and snow and I especially love mistletoe.

I love that I put up my nativity set and that Miles knows who Baby Jesus is. I love that I am going to have a little Christmas baby girl who I can teach and love and who will always remind me of the most beautiful time of the year.

Merry Christmas everyone. Lets focus on the good this season.

Prego Log: #10- Who's Complaining?

Give Me a [Potty] Break

I'll just warn you right now that if you are someone who doesn't want to hear about my shrinking bladder then stop reading.

For the rest of you, get a load...

I have been peeing so much lately that I'm seriously considering just setting up camp in the bathroom. I decided to count how many times I pee in one day and so I counted yesterday. The number was upsetting: 20 and a half. 20 times!! I woke up at 7am and went to bed at 11pm and during those 16 hours I peed 20 times. That's 1.25 whizzles an hour. And the worst part is- they are always just dribbles. Little tinkles. Never a good solid pee. It's annoying.

Are you wondering about the half? Yeah, one of those 20 times I stood up and had the urge to go again, but when I tried- nothing. Outrage I tell you.



"You're on the heavy side."

Those are the words that my doctor said to me when I asked him how much weight I gained in two weeks. "Four poounds," he said, "you're on the heavy side."

I'll heavy side your face.

Luckily, I saw the mid wife today and she told me that I am doing just fine. I made all of my remaining appointments with her.


Sweetie, I think something is wrong with me. I can't move my (add any of a number of body parts here).

Poor David. All I do is complain... "I can't move my back. My knee keeps failing. My boobs are ridiculous. I think my skin is turning green. I'm so fat. I can't put my shoes on. Can you get me some water? Will you go get Miles? It's your turn to change him. Do you even understand how hard it is for me to put his pants on? I'm dizzy. I'm tired. I'm full. I'm starving. I have to pee. I have to pee again. I need you to give me a little neck rub..."

Yep. I'm pregnant and my condition is getting worse.

Poor Dave.


You ain't nothing but a hound dog.

Another warning. Just don't read this all together:

If you are still reading and you have ever been pregnant before- is it normal to be crazy horney all the time? I'm not saying that I am, but a friend of mine asked me to ask you.

Trick or Treat!

Happy Halloween Everyone!

I haven't blogged in a while and I thought that I might play a little catch-up...

Zoo Boo with Anders and Em




The creepest thing I've ever seen...



Thirty Weeks and Growing

I can't believe how big I am. I can't keep growing. There is no more room. And I think the lack of space is causing my baby to have seizures. It's a problem.


Pittsburg Problems

So, long story short, David's parents came to Erie this past week. David had a church meeting in Pittsburg so we decided to make a day of it and go to the Zoo, outlet shopping and to Costco. It was going to be a dream come true. Only here is what really happened...

We got separated. Emily (David's sister) and Laraine (David's Mom) left their only phone at the outlets and instead of meeting at Costco like we had planned, we decided that our time was running out and we needed to get to the zoo. So we went and it was super fun. We tried to get everyone together, but it never worked. After many hours and a rendevous at a random Wendy's- we found our lost family and everything worked out. Of course, we did miss David's meeting which was the reason for the trip in the first place, but we did our best. Oh, and our car kept turning off while we were driving. It was terrifying to say the least, but it seems to be fine now.

Here are some photos of the zoo...






Like I said, the Cains were here and they did Some Major Work on the House. We got the kitchen all painted among other things! Here are some before and after pictures.
Before.


After.



And Last but not Least

David and I have made carving pumpkins a tradition of ours since high school. He is really good. He likes to pick the craziest pattern he can find and make it look easy.
Here is mine.

His is a little more intense.

He made a Barack O'Lantern. Well done, my love. I wonder how long it will be before it gets smashed. Lets make bets.

A letter to my baby.

October 7, 2008 3:37PM

Dearest Miles,

Today you are two years old. Two years ago, on this day, at this time, I was holding you for the very first time. I will never find the right words to express how special that moment was to me. You are my joy. You are the first thing I think about in the morning when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep. I truly love you with all of my heart. Even though you are getting older and soon you will have a little sister- you will always be my baby.

While your Dad and I were waiting to meet you at the hospital on October 7, 2006, we decided to write you a letter to tell you how excited we were to meet you. I couldn’t wait to see what you were going to look like, to smell like, to be like. I could only hope that you would be happy and healthy. Now, you are two years old and I have seen you, smelled you, talked with you, and loved you. To me you are perfect.

You were born with beautiful thick, dark eyelashes and great big eyes that get compliments daily from friends, family and strangers. You have a very big head (100th percentile!) to hold that amazing brain of yours. You are one of the smartest little people I know. You have a belly button that isn’t quite inny and isn’t quite outty. You love to show it to people. You have amazing dexterity and get frustrated quite easily when something doesn’t work out the way you think it ought to.

By the time you were one year old, you knew over 100 signs and many words that you spoke. You have always been able to communicate well. When you were six months old, you produced your first sign: “milk.” You could always tell me when you were hungry and soon you learned the sign for “please”- so polite. As of late, your favorite things to say are “What’s that noise?”, “Hold ja me!,” and “I wanna see it!”. You know all the letters of the alphabet and the sounds they make. You can count to twelve (although you usually skip the number four) and then you say “torteen, torteen, torteen.” It is the cutest thing in the whole world. You have recently started reading books and singing songs by yourself- your favorites are the popcorn song, the itsy bitsy spider song and the alphabet song. I love that you do all the actions, but only say the last word of each line.

You have always had special things happen on special days. My birthday, June 19, you were six months old and crawled (I guess I should say army crawled) to a plate of cupcakes that were sitting on the floor. Mothers Day was when we first found out that you had allergies to food- that was a day I will never forget. Then, on Christmas Eve, you decided to walk from Gram Gram to Emily. It was about three or four steps and Christmas morning you were up and about and walking around the rest of the day.

Many other things have happened since you were you born, you have a full set of beautiful teeth, you just started jumping with both feet off the ground, you can almost do a somersault, and you have been doing a great downward dog pose since you could lift your body up enough to do so. One of my favorite things that you do is constantly remind Daddy and me to say our prayers before meals, before bedtime and other random times during the day.

Last year, when you turned one, we had a birthday party for you and invited both the Cains and the Suites. You played with a balloon all morning and by the time the guests arrived, you were very tired. You didn’t have very much fun at your party and it didn’t help that you touched the candle on your monkey cake and got burned. I hope this birthday goes a little better for you.

We went to the zoo this morning with Andersen and some of your other friends. They sang you happy birthday three times and you said “thank you” each time. Today we are going to Port Farms with Daddy and then we are going to have cupcakes and open presents with Gram Gram, Bumpa and Emily online.

Miles, you are my favorite boy in the whole world. You have changed my life in every way and I think I am a better person than I was two years ago because of you. Thank you for all that you have taught me. I can’t wait to see what else you will teach me, your Dad and your baby sister in years to come. Have I told you today that I love you?

I love you. So much.

Your adoring Mom.

Prego Log: #9

Well, I'm officially in my third trimester. It's time to sit back, relax, pee a lot, have my innards squashed, puke, and wait for my baby girl. Wait, puke? You're not supposed to be puking during the third trimester are you? Well, I am and I hate it. I'm hoping it is just a bad week and it will go away soon, but something tells me that its here to stay. And, sadly, Miles is already pretending to puke in the toilet again.


Here are some other things I forgot about the third trimester:

- Getting in and out of a car or off the couch takes focus.

- When David gives me a hug I have to bend at the waist to wrap my arms around him.

- Nakedness is not happiness.

- There is a little limb constantly pushing on my rib cage. It feels like a side ache that never goes away.

- I don't remember ever being so tired.

- Sometimes I'm absolutely certain that she is trying to claw her way of my uterus. Also, she is partial to back flips.

- I'm done having kids.

- I know that one minute with my new little person will make up for 9 months of woe.

- I'll do it again.


I'm too tired to write anything else. Good night.