Am I the only one who reads that title to the tune of ”Since You’ve Been Gone” by Kelly Clarkson? Yeah. So this is Isla’s first week in pictures. I realized I want to get more pictures of Gabe and Isla together. It’s harder since he’s basically gone to school for all the daylight hours!
Gabe picked her first-day-at-home-outfit. It’s an adorable little three-piece duck outfit, so soft and cozy! I knit both the above and below hat.
This hat seems to be everyone’s favorite – mine included!
We had a doctor’s appointment on our first day at home. Isla’s bilirubin levels were borderline and they wanted her to get checked sooner rather than later. It was 8 when we left the hospital and she had dropped from 7 pounds 2 ounces to 6 pounds 12 ounces. At our first doctor’s appointment her levels had risen to 10.8 and her weight had dropped from 6.12 to 6.8. This earned us a return trip to the doctor for Wednesday…
Look at her poor little foot! I hate they way they have to draw blood from babies – pricking their heels and squeezing the blood out until they fill the tube! She seems to be a pretty good sport about it, though, even though she earned battle scars on both feet.
What she didn’t like much? Getting stripped naked. Actually, she didn’t really like anything that day; she screamed through her entire appointment! They didn’t check her blood levels, but she had dropped another ounce to 6.7.
I really love this baby! She gives the best snuggles!
Since the sun had come out on Wednesday we spent some time in the sunshine in front of a window. She didn’t seem to mind that it was a little bit bright.
Then it was back to the doctor again on Thursday. Both Tahd and I thought she looked much yellower that day, but her bilirubin levels had fallen and she had gained a whopping ounce and a half! We graduated from daily doctor visits and don’t have to go back until the end of the month!
Love this face! She wasn’t actually sad, but her mournful expression makes me want to squeeze her!
I really wasn’t strangling her here. She goes from seemingly wide awake – in fact, sometimes fully screaming – to completely out, limp and flopped over like this, in seconds. Gabe was never like this! We had to work for every second of sleep he got!
We also went on Isla’s first field trip to the library on Thursday – not so much because we wanted a field trip but because… <ahem> somebody had fines to pay. <cough>heidi<cough>
It was a cold, cold evening, but sometimes those make for the prettiest skies. Especially by the lake.
Gabe also had soccer on Thursday evening. His team didn’t win but he got to play goalie and thought it was fun!
Due to a case of ”mommy-is-desperately-in-pain” Tahd gave Isla her first bottle on Friday. She did remarkably well – both in taking the bottle and switching back to nursing at her next feeding!
We also had family photos on Friday, but I have to decide which ones I want so the photographer can work them up. I have to pick 50 out of 477! Phew!
And these two… I love the way he asks to snuggle with her. I love that he wants her nearby when he’s watching tv or playing wii. I love the way he peeks into her car seat when we pick him up from school. I love that he has a little sister and she has a big brother.
A blogger I read tracks her goals for the week, and I think it’s something I’d like to try. So much to do, so little time, and so hard to stay focused! We’ll see if this is a one-time event or if it turns into an ongoing series. ;)
Personal
1. Finish pictures and write Isla’s birth story
2. Walk and/or do yoga twice
3. Work on thank yous and project for my midwife and nurse
4. Finalize photo list
5. Finish Numbers and start Deuteronomy
Family/Mothering
6. Help Gabe plan the rest of his Marvelous Me week
7. Pay Gabe his allowance (uh… we’re a little behind)
8. Start Isla’s daily calendar & birth announcement
Home Management
9. Start catching up on Project Life
10. Create a meal plan
(something like this might be her announcement… can’t settle on a picture!)
This?
Is good.
Really, really good!
So good, in fact, that I can’t wait to tell you all about it.
And share the pictures.
Just one problem – I can’t put her down long enough to get on the computer!
I know I need to if I’m to have any sort of documentation of these first precious days, but YOU GUYS!
This is 7 pounds, 2 ounces (well, as of this morning 6 pounds 8 ounces) of pure joy!
And I’m eating up every second of it!
Pretty sure my water broke around 7:30 and contractions are coming, but not super regularly. Maybe every 10ish minutes? Going to the hospital to contractions
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11:00 update – water definitely broken, contractions 4-8more minutes apart. But… my blood pressure is high again. Boo! 120/90s. We’re headed out to walk the halls for a while!
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12:15 update — despite effacing more and baby moving down, dr says I haven’t dilated enough and wants to start pit. I asked for a delay of 2the hours and to reassess then and she said I either accept the pit or get discharged. Kind of (i.e. super super) annoyed right now!
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2:30ish update – contractions picked up drastically and suddenly. I ended up telling Tahd to get the nurse to check me and give me drugs!I am 6.5 and ended up with an epidural. But no pit! 
feeling good now!
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4:30 update – 8cm, started small pit drip to encourage things to move along, and I’m good with that. After the debacle with the doctor, I requested to switch my care to a midwife, and they agreed. My midwife and I talked about knitting; she’s making the most amazing scarf out of some super cool yarn! (BTW, this is Tahd posting for Heidi)
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9:15 update – (Tahd writing for Heidi again)… Isla arrived at 6:40; she’s amazing… 
We got almost entirely packed yesterday which was quite a relief as I had *lists* of what to pack except no actual packing done. Yay!
But by about 5:00 last night a switch flipped and Crazy Heidi took over complete control of my brain. I’m snappy and impatient and – most importantly – insane. You guys, I am washing 8 loads of CLEAN laundry. Because I didn’t like the way Tahd did it. His error? Including 1/2 a dryer sheet instead of a whole dryer sheet.
Oh, the horror!
Which led to me getting confused over which laundry was the staticky laundry (um, hello? if you can’t tell if it’s staticky it’s probably ok!) and pulling all sorts of clean laundry out of the baskets AND then the closets. Then I combined it with the dirty laundry and sorted it all out by color. Because of the combining there’s no going back – it’s not like I can regain my sanity and just put the clean laundry away and call it a day. And then I hauled baskets and baskets of laundry to the basement, cursing the whole way. Which is only noteworthy because the last time I hauled baskets of laundry anywhere was before I was pregnant. I have lifted nothing more than a few pounds in the last 9ish months. So you have to know how motivated I was by the horrible static…
And then I realized how crazy I was but how much I couldn’t stop being crazy and how angry I was about the laundry and I just had to scream. I hollered in a weak attempt to get it all out. I was alone at the time so it wasn’t like I was screaming at anyone, which is at least some consolation. But following the hollering I started crying because I panicked that my yelling could hurt the baby, or at least scare her. And then I kept crying because I just want to have this baby on the outside so I can make sure she’s okay, for today and forever, and how dare I let a little thing like laundry make me scream and freak out my child. This is it – the moment at which her future need for therapy will have begun.
Oh, and I considered cutting my own hair this morning because it’s driving me nuts. Apparently I had a moment of sanity, though, and restrained myself. I can’t imagine that scenario ending in any sort of positive way.
The doctors say they’ll probably let me stay pregnant until around 41 weeks. So at most I’ll be this crazy for 3 1/2 more weeks, right? It won’t last forever.
Will it?
Please – DEAR GOD!!! – let me be more sane once I have this baby!
I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday, an appointment at which I think I spent more time in tears than not. Nothing was wrong – not even a tiny bit! But I needed them to talk me through the risks and likelihoods and things like that and just hear the responses. This is why I love my doctor – he was very honest, very reassuring and totally talked me down off the ledge of begging for an induction just to get her on the outside where I can see her and make sure she’s okay.
I’m feeling a little better today, probably helped along by the fact that the doctor told me she was engaged and I’m 50% effaced and 2-3 centimeters dilated! Granted, I did walk around like this with Gabe for (I think?) 3 weeks before I was induced so I know it doesn’t mean labor is imminent. But knowing I have only 7 or 8 centimeters to go during labor rather than the full 10 is strangely comforting!
In the meantime I’ve returned to knitting. I knit a new baby hat (seriously – how many hats can one baby possibly need???) and found a pattern for a diaper cover and whipped that up last night. Granted, we’re not cloth diapering and it’s still the middle of the winter which strongly implies we won’t be dressing the baby in onesies with diaper covers and baby legs, but it just seemed so cute that I had to make it!
Here are some of the knitting projects I’ve been working on lately.
This was the first little project I made – a colorful little hat. I still haven’t finished the tails – they’re all stuffed inside the hat. I was mostly happy with it, but when I saw the next hat I made I liked it much more!
This was my second hat, and for some reason I love the pattern so much! It knits up really quickly and looks kind of tricky even though it’s really, really simple. Seriously – I’m not an expert knitter, by far. My grandmother taught me how to knit and pearl when I was about 10. This hat basically relies on those skills in a way that’s pretty easy but looks complex.
I loved this hat so much I made a second one! I thought I was making a bigger version – one that would fit after the newborn stage. Once I saw it completed, however, I realized it’s still pretty small. Darn – I’ll have to make more!
This is the project I was most excited to knit – a little cocoon for pictures. I like it better in person than I do in the picture. The pink yarn was very, very nice yarn – soft and easy to work with and pretty pricey! I’m hoping she fits in it when she’s born – it might be small. I can’t tell.
These projects all came from a book I’ve really enjoyed called Welcoming Home Baby by Tricia Drake. I loved the patterns in here because they were easy and they only required that I learn one new skill at a time, for the most part. I also love that they knit up quickly – she does mostly chunky yarns and big needles, and this kept me motivated because of the instant gratification of seeing progress on a piece!
An affiliate link to the book, but I think you can also find the book on etsy and other locations…
Welcoming Home Baby the Handcrafted Way
There are several more projects in the book I’d like to try – a few blankets, more hats and another cocoon, but I think I’m going to pause here for now!
I also found a blanket on Pinterest I fell in love with, and the pattern can be found (for free!) on Ravelry. It was a very simple pattern – just took F O R E V E R because the blanket is pretty large!
Oh, but I love it! I love how colorful and fun it is. I made several errors – dropped a few stitches you can see and accidentally reversed the pattern twice, but I don’t even care because I love it so much. Honestly, I want it for myself. I don’t want to share! I can’t find the pin on Pinterest anymore and I can’t find the pattern on Ravelry, either, but it’s basically 6 rows per stripe – first is k5 and then k1 p1 across until the last 5 stitches, which you knit. Row 2 was all knit, row 3 was k5 pearl k5, row 4 repeated row 2, row 5 repeated row 3, and row 6 repeated row 2. I think there were 130 stitches to cast on? Oh – and there was a top and bottom border – 5 rows of all knit.
I think.
I’ll keep trying to find it and link to it if I can, because my explanation of the pattern leaves a lot to be desired! :)
Edit – I found it! Yay! Ravelry pattern here…
Anyway, that’s the status – dilated and knitting. Really, I should be taking down Christmas decorations. But knitting is much more soothing, so I knit. And knit.
And knit!
First, today’s gratuitous belly picture, taken from above…
Okay, people. This is weird. For the first time since… well, maybe October? I’m not tired. My alarm rang at 6:55 this morning and I haven’t had the urge to take a nap. (Yet.) What is it with all this energy? Well, “energy” might be overstating things. Maybe the better question is ~ what is it with all this awakeness? I find it highly unusual!
I figured I had better take advantage of it while it lasts and get some extra things done before the next few weeks hit and I’m full-term. 37 weeks tomorrow, baby! I’m kind of in awe of the fact that I actually made it this far. I’ve been in denial for so long that I feel like I lost (or maybe slept through?) most of the third trimester!
A few dilemmas, however, and I need help with them.
#1 – My bag
I haven’t packed yet. I did make a list, but a list isn’t going to do much if I go into a fast and furious labor and we’re rushing out the door. I need feedback, however. What have I forgotten?
- general stuff – ipod, camera/charger, rice bag, birth plan, phone/charger, insurance stuff, journal
- my stuff – pj’s, robe, slippers, socks, going home outfit, cosmetics/toiletries, hair dryer, chapstick, nursing bra, hard candies, hair clips
- baby stuff – blankets/hats for pictures, going home outfit, pacifiers in case we want them
#2 – Treats
I want to bring treats for the nurses. How, exactly, does this work? What do I bring? How much? Just for the L&D nurses? What about the postpartum care nurses? They were my favorite with Gabe! Seriously – they were THE best! But if I’m going to be there several days I can’t possibly bring enough goodies for all of them. I know some people think it’s absurd to bring treats for people who are just doing their job, but I love treats and think it would be fun, and since “fun” is my first theme in this year’s “one little phrase” I’m going with it.
#3 – Songs
Being the shameless copycat I am, I fell in love with a portion of Kelle Hampton’s birth story of Nella when she talked about having a particular song play when Nella was born, and I knew immediately that if I had another baby I needed a birth song, too. I didn’t have one with Gabe but I did stumble onto a song after-the-fact that would have been my birth song if I’d heard it ahead of time, and when I play it I’m taken back to that day, one of my favorite days in my life. Anyway, I need suggestions for birth songs for Isla. I’m not quite sure what I want so I’m open to any and all suggestions. I also plan to make a labor playlist, too, so feel free to suggest songs for that.
#4 – Gift for Gabe
I’ve seen several people mention they give their older child a “big brother” gift after the baby is born. Tahd and I have been discussing this and I’m very undecided. It’s not like he’s two and needs the type of distraction and excitement a gift would bring. On the other hand, his love language is very definitely gifts, so maybe we should do it. I’m not sure. If we do the gift thing, however, I’m completely stumped on what to give him. He’d pick Lego sets, but I don’t think that’s a very practical thing to give at the hospital. He’ll either want to put it together there which seems like a disaster or he’ll be super antsy to leave. What could we give him? I’d kind of like it to be special/meaningful/lasting. Ideas?
To summarize, I’m pretty much begging for your help on these four things…
- What else should I pack? Or what should I leave at home that I’m currently planning to take?
- What should I bring for treats? How much?
- Have any ideas for a birth song? Or a song to add to my labor & delivery playlist?
- What are your thoughts on sibling gifts? What could we get for Gabe if we decided to do one?
Your suggestions would be much appreciated! <muah>
You know what I love? New projects. Fresh starts. Hence? I love the new year! The passage of time leaves me a little bit disheartened when I focus on wasted moments and missed opportunities, but instead I choose to focus on the clean slate and the chance to experience life more fully in the upcoming year.
2011 was pretty good.
But 2012′s going to be even better!
However, before I rush things, let’s just take a second to review…
Yeah, even though I’m not in the best emotional state of mind right now, this makes me remember – 2011 was a good year. One for the books.
I feel like I’m blowing a little smoke because I’m all “rah-rah” about the new year. The truth is I’m super scared and have kind of graduated to complete fumbling when it comes to daily life tasks like eating, cooking, showering, and getting out of bed. It has sort of reached epic proportions and I’ve finally decided to stop fighting it and just embrace it. This is only for a season. It will pass.
It WILL pass.
And you know what? Just because I’m anxious doesn’t mean anxious is the only thing I can be. So I’ve decided that for the next several weeks I’m going to be “anxious-and.” Hopefully I can be mostly anxious-and-happy or anxious-and-excited, because I expect there will be a lot of excitement around here in the next few weeks!
I’m not making any firm resolutions this year. There are several things I’d like to accomplish, but I’d rather set them as intentions than a specific, concrete goal. Perhaps that’s a recipe for failure if you review “successful goal-setting strategies,” but I find that I’m more successful when I don’t completely box myself in. What I’m looking for in each of these areas is improvement – not perfection. These are my areas:
- Finances | I’d like to end 2012 in better financial stead than we are beginning it; I don’t have specific numbers in mind; I just want it all to be better. I’ll know it’s better if both Tahd and I experience less stress over it.
- Body | obviously I haven’t undertaken any major physical goals in 2011 since I’ve been pregnant. I would like to focus on this area, however, both because I want to be physically fit and because I know it will help me manage my anxiety. I do have a particular number in mind, but I’m trying really hard not to hold myself to that specific standard because this is an area where imperfection quickly discourages me.
- Organization | I love love love the idea of organization, but I run out of steam so quickly! I’m adopting the idea of “slow and steady” here – I’d like to gradually cull through our excesses, sink into a few daily routines that I find comforting, and enhance my level of self-discipline.
- Connection | I’ve been really lonely lately. There are so many wonderful people I’d call friends, but when I get particularly anxious I get lost inside my head. I need to force myself out. Haven’t quite figured out how I want to tackle that, but I know I need to find something.
- Blogging | In spite of the fact that I’ve hardly blogged during the last six months, it really is one of my favorite things, something I do as much for myself and my family as I do for anyone else. I’d like to be a more consistent writer this year – again, not looking for perfection. I’ll never be a “five-days-a-week-scheduled” kind of blogger, and that’s fine with me. But writing with regularity is good for me and is good for my blog, and I’d like to make some improvements in this category during 2012.
I’m also planning to work on Ali Edwards’ One Little Word project again this year. I kind of lost focus last year. Quite honestly, I can’t even remember my word! I remember struggling to pick my word and not really connecting with it. In the end, I think the word “courage” ended up picking me; it was the constant but unidentified theme throughout 2011.
This year I’ve spent some time thinking about my word. I wanted to pick something that really resonates with me – something I can’t/won’t lose track of. :) I ran into a little hiccup, however, when I started settling on something… not because it didn’t resonate with me but because it’s not one word. It’s two. Or three, depending on how I think of it. I tried to condense it or summarize it or shift my attention to something else, but so far I’ve been unsuccessful. So I’m just going with it, and I’ll have to think of this year’s project as my “One Little Phrase.”
Without further adieu I give you my phrase…
I can’t remember what exactly led me to this phrase – I just knew I wanted it to be simple, fun, and focused on the present. This is what I want at the heart of 2012 – to appreciate each moment for the treasure it is and to bring as much life and energy to my family’s precious moments as possible. To start with, I’ve decided I’m going to try to incorporate more fun into my life and into our family life – more games, more jokes, more silliness. All three of us can be pretty intense people, and although that’s a gift in and of itself, we’re in need of a little more levity than we’ve been getting lately. Life doesn’t always have to be so serious! Kicking off my agenda is a trip to Chuck E. Cheese tomorrow afternoon. Can’t get more “levitous” than that, right? Here’s to the moment, and here’s sucking out of it every tiny morsel of inspiration possible!
Happy New Year! I hope it is greeting you with goodness around every corner!
What a difference 7 weeks makes!
28 weeks above
35 weeks above
Today’s NST went pretty well, minus the fact that they were running about an hour and ten minutes behind. I also dug deep and told my doctor that I’m afraid everyone is going to die and I’m pretty much a basket case, and she agreed that I should increase my Prozac dosage to 40 instead of 20. She said they’ve had women on much higher dosages and much worse medications and had the babies do fine, and since it’s interfering pretty dramatically with my life (why, yes, I did say hello to 3am on my clock last night) it’s probably the best thing to do.
I also took a copy of my birth wishes to my appointment. When I went to l&d a few weeks ago the nurse was so anti-birth plan she practically spat at the thought of them. My doctor’s office, however, encourages them – in fact, they gave me one to fill out around 24 weeks. It was too comprehensive, though. They wanted me to select the position in which I wanted to push and everything! So I created my own little “plan.” It goes as follows:
I am attempting to have a natural birth. I am open to options and interventions, but if the baby is doing well please avoid offering pain medication unless I request it first. If possible, please also avoid asking me to rate my pain on a scale of 1-10.
I would like a hep lock and intermittent monitoring rather than an iv and constant monitoring as long as everything is going well. However, I would also appreciate your encouragement that things are going well. It took us many years (6) and several losses (3) to get to this point, and I am nervous that things could go wrong. Aside from managing the medical aspects of this birth, one of the most helpful things you can do for me is to provide assurance that things are okay and I am doing what the baby needs me to be doing.
I would like to avoid Pitocin if at all possible, both during and after the birth. If possible, please use alternative methods to augment labor and/or manage the third stage (i.e. allow me to attempt breastfeeding first before giving me a shot of Pitocin).
If possible, please do not count to ten while I push. I would prefer to push when and how I feel the urge to push.
I would like to view the birth using a mirror if one is available.
We would like to photograph labor and delivery.
If my husband or I can help catch the baby without interfering we would like to do so. Once the baby is born we would like the cord to be clamped/cut after it has stopped pulsating. I would also like to see the placenta after it is delivered.
When the baby is born, please allow me to hold her as long as possible if she is well. We would like to delay her bath as well as other routine procedures such as eye ointment and vitamin K. Please do not administer immunizations to her.
We discussed several points – first, the pitocin. She said the use of pitocin after birth is routine in their practice but that if I request otherwise they’ll see how things are going before they automatically give it. Honestly, given the recent state of my nose and its bleeding I’m expecting to be a bleeder, so I’m guessing I’ll get a shot of pit afterward if I haven’t already gotten some during the birth. But if I can avoid it I’d like to.
As far as helping to “catch” the baby she said if people want to do that they usually deliver the upper part of the body and have the mom/dad help catch the lower part of the body. We’ll see if I’m in any condition to be involved in that, but if I’m am I’d love to.
I’m such a geek, though. The part I’m most excited about? Well, other than the actual having of the baby part? Seeing the placenta. Apparently it’s not a common request, but it totally and completely fascinates me. I didn’t realize this would intrigue me so much when Gabe was born so I didn’t ask in advance, but I was lucid enough afterward to request to see it and it was pretty cool even though they just held it up across the room and gave me a quick glance.
Okay – that’s probably enough with the icky factor. I promise I won’t post any icky pictures.
So that’s the status for now. Only about two weeks until full term and five weeks until The End. Ack!
Um, it’s Christmas week? How did that happen? I’m behind – so far behind that I hardly have time for all my naps! ;) It’s a tragedy, really. We’ll get there, though, and what’s done will be done. The rest? Won’t matter in the end, and the weekend will be lovely in spite of it!
Tahd’s gone again – just for an overnight. I figured he’d probably be safe to go at this point since I’m not quite 35 weeks. And he’s just 3 hours away, so it’s not too far. He just got asked to go to Texas around January 19th. When I’ll be 39 weeks. That one’s a big, fat no!
I have, however, begun informing everyone that I intend to have the baby before Christmas. It’s not realistic and I also don’t want Isla to come until she’s good and ready, but if there were any chance she’d be ready on, say, Friday morning? I’m in! We have a party Thursday night so we can’t be delivering any babies before that, but a Friday morning delivery would probably let me get out Saturday night and we’d be home in time for Christmas morning.
Somebody help me with my delusions!
Speaking of delusions, I’ve tapered down from 60mg of Prozac to 20mg, and I’m totally feeling it. You guys? I’m CRAZY. Not that I wouldn’t be naturally crazy in the last several weeks of pregnancy, but I’m truly struggling right now. Showers seem insurmountable, I’m irritable as heck, and I’m unhealthily obsessed with people dying. I was awake for 3 hours the other night panicking over Isla not making it through childbirth and how I would handle that with Gabe. And then I one-upped myself by obsessing over the idea that we could both die during childbirth, and then Gabe would be screwed for life. This – my panic over people dying – is my absolute telltale sign that I’m not coping well. When I start looking at living wills and life insurance we know I need help. But I can’t decide if I should just wait the weeks until she’s born and go back up in dosage or if I should go up in dosage now. The lower the dose at this point the less likely the baby will be to have some distress and colic after birth. On the other hand, worrying that everyone I love it going to die? Not great. So I can’t decide what to do.
I splurged on one particular thing for the baby’s room – the curtains. I got these…
They’re totally and completely glorious! However, they need a good ironing. Do you know how long it takes to iron approximately 62 individual rows of ruffles? The answer is eternity! I considered sending them back just so I didn’t have to iron them, but they’re too glorious.
I mentioned earlier that I’m having a party this week. It’s our annual gig – a reindeer party where we celebrate the fact that the reindeer are preparing for their big journey with Santa. We eat a high carbohydrate dinner (because that’s what you do in the days before you undertake a giant physical feat like flying across the globe), watch Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, make reindeer food and decorate Christmas cookies for Santa. It’s tons of fun and I can’t wait! It requires lots of cookies, though – around 10 dozen – and I thought it might be nice to purchase undecorated cookies rather than stand in front of my counter for 33 hours making shortbreads. Do you know how much a dozen undecorated cookies are? $9. NINE FREAKING DOLLARS! That’s nearly a dollar a cookie, folks! What are they thinking? If you need me between now and Thursday night, you’ll be able to find me in the kitchen!
I had my first non-stress test last week and go for my second tomorrow. Everything looked perfect – the NST was reactive (aka the baby moved a bunch and her heart rate responded appropriately to her movements), I had no contractions while on the monitor, and she got an 8/8 on the biophysical ultrasound. They didn’t estimate her size so I have no idea what to expect there, but I’m hoping they’ll slip in some growth measurements at one of my upcoming appointments. I go for my next NST/ultrasound tomorrow. Oh, as of last Wednesday my blood pressure was lowish (<120/something in the 60s) and I had gained 16 pounds. Might have been 18 – I can’t remember for sure.
Still to do this week – a knitting project, several computer projects, and a crafty bath product. Then everything needs to get wrapped and the house needs to get cleaned for the party. I’d feel relatively prepared if it weren’t for those darn cookies!
