Prenatal graduate

Today, I had my last real doctor’s appointment. I also had another growth scan this morning.

Everything looks good. The baby is estimated at 3.2 kilo, or 7 pounds, and I’m told this is perfect for where I am in gestation. I have the right amount of amniotic fluid. And her movements are still frequent. Still no real contractions to speak of.

My iron is also going up (and this is before the recent diligence with taking my pills), which the doc said was impressive given that the baby is taking more iron from me now. He said it was evidence that I was taking my pills as prescribed; the hubby almost blew it here by laughing, but managed to contain himself. I covered nicely and asked for another prescription since I should allegedly be running out of pills in a couple days.

And my platelets are fine for an epidural. Oh happy day!

From here on out, I go to the women’s center for followup care twice a week if I fail to give birth within the next 10 days. At that point, they’ll do a scan to monitor the baby’s growth (I’ll be induced before she gets too big) and put me on a monitor for a while (not sure if this is to monitor any contractions or fetal stress – maybe both?).

What’s weird is that I thought I would still have a few more appointments. It would appear that this doctor actually expects me to give birth in the next week or so. I guess that makes sense. And yet, it still seems really hard to grasp. I’m back to feeling just fat instead of pregnant and have still failed to understand that there’s a little person inside me. Maybe you never really get there?

The un-nesting is still in full effect. I bought the coolest drill in the whole wide world last night and have since been perforating our walls. Between appointments and lunch with a friend today, I also hung a shelf in the baby’s room, curtains in the baby’s room, curtain brackets in the bedroom (wrong size rods – damn) and a couple organizing thingees in the kitchen. Next up is the bike racks in the storage room downstairs.

And we brought up and sorted our good china. And found a lawyer to draft a will, a power of attorney for medical stuff and to establish a guardian for the baby. And we got quotes on life insurance.

Actually, maybe we’ll just take the night off and have dinner and watch a movie. Which reminds me, I need to make cornbread for dinner to go with the rice and bean casserole…

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Let the waiting game begin.

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Birds of a feather…

Insanity has reared its ugly head within Casa Kirby. The only question is whether it is “nesting” or just your garden-variety anal retentivity mixed with too much free time and not enough exposure to the outside world. I’m going with option No. 2.

The hubby firmly believes it is option No. 1, although he has been accusing me of nesting for roughly eight weeks. Evidence of said nesting? A desire to have the dishes washed and frequent laundry doing. Some folks would live in abject squalor if we let them…

That said, things are reaching a bit of a fever pitch around the house. During the last week, I have:

  • Made and wrapped 38 bars of lavender-oil soap. I thought they would make nice thank you gifts for all the folks who have and likely will help us with regard to the baby.
  • Gone a bit wild with the cooking. The freezer is almost full, and will be as soon as the hubby downs the remainder of the ice cream so that I can fill that space with rice and bean casserole, cheese lasagna, enchiladas, Tuscan potato soup and six more batches of homemade tomato sauce. It joins 24 zucchini muffins, one zucchini loaf, two banana walnut loaves, one batch each of butternut squash apple soup, tomato fennel soup and an applesauce noodle kugel large enough to feed a family of 12. And there are Hershey’s chocolate cookie bars and a chocolate cake on deck in the fridge to keep up happy over the next few days. Or weeks. The cookie bars were a double batch.
  • Removed, refitted and rehung four light fixtures (I have one more to go, but that one has to be rewired and might take a bit more effort) with the help of the hubby holding me in place on a chair so that I could reach them. He makes an excellent apprentice.
  • Cleaned and organized most of the house. I still have to do the closets and the storage room downstairs (including putting up two wall-mounted bike racks and bringing the good china upstairs so that we can move an unused entertainment center downstairs).

The sad thing is, this isn’t that abnormal for me. Maybe a bit. But then again, I usually work a lot and lately I’ve been working a lot less (long story – bad, evil project at work that is on again, off again through no fault of my own) which gives me tons of time to futz with stuff around the house.

On the docket for this week are another 75 or so to-dos. The ones I’m most looking forward to are:

  • Designing birth announcements (some will be sent as PDFs, some as actual printed thingees) which might end up being in both Hebrew and English if I can swing it
  • Putting up curtains in our kitchen, bedroom and baby’s room
  • Getting ribbon and elastic to make doofy bows for the baby’s head. A lot of the clothes we have are decidedly tomboyesque, so I figured some pretty bows might help to alleviate issues of gender identity early and often.
  • Printing, framing and hanging several pretty photos I took in our first year in Israel. It’s about time we put a bit of art up in the apartment, preferably before folks come to visit us.

And it should be noted that the hubby has been a good sport about helping out with my delusions of grandeur. Like the time when I took all the stuff out of the pantry and then decided I was too tired to organize it and put it all away. He’s a real champ at helping me out when I bite off more than I can chew.

Thanks again, hubby. šŸ™‚

The two-week wait

Albeit of another sort entirely. Barring birth, I go back to the doc in two weeks.

I had another doc appointment today, with the first internal exam of this pregnancy. Not much news – BeeGee is locked and loaded “down there.” The doc says she’s in a perfect position for delivery and hovering around a zero position (I can’t remember offhand if positive or negative is further down, but zero must be smack dab in the middle).

No dilation or effacement of the Big C. I had my Group B Strep test (!) and go in tomorrow for bloodwork to check platelets to make sure an epidural will be okay. And I have to keep taking the iron pills. Or, umm, you know, start taking the iron pills. One of those two.

Otherwise nothing to report. I go for another growth scan in two weeks and then it’s back to the good doctor. I am feeling really good, although I must admit walking is getting a bit harder some days. It all depends on how well I sleep the night before – some nights I sleep like a log, others I toss and turn. Some I appear to sleep through only to wake up with a very sore abdomen and feeling like I haven’t gotten a wink – my guess is that I’m having some contractions while I sleep and that, while I can sleep through them, I can’t sleep through them that well. If that’s my only complaint at 37 weeks (and really, that’s it – even my cankles are doing better), then I’ve got it pretty darn good.

Bitten by the bug

The siren song of triathlon is playing again for me. No, I’m not planning on doing anything stupid between now and delivery day. I am saving all my stupidity for shortly thereafter.

You see, Israel has very few triathlons that aren’t on Shabbos. As in, two. Of the two, only one of them is held at a time of the year when one would actually want to exercise outside in Israel (February). And that one is an amazing “long course” race in Eilat in late February. So the only real question is:

Do I try to train for a long-course race (1.2 mile/2 km swim, 56 mile/90 km bike, and a half-marathon – 13.1 mile/21 km run) for February 2009?

Or do I try and train for my first iron-distance race (double the numbers above) for February 2010?

Or both? Or neither? Do we plan a trip to Europe just to race there instead? Have I mentioned how hilly Europe is?

One year later

A year ago yesterday we boarded a charter flight to move to Israel. We were a little sad and a little scared and mostly just exhausted.

What a difference a year makes. The hubby has learned a ton of Hebrew and Arabic (and English, but that’s just because he has to write highfalutin papers now). I have a new career that I really enjoy and that offers me a perfect balance between compensation and flexibility. The hubby and I see each other everyday and eat many dinners together – something that didn’t happen when I was in journalism.

And we’re about to add to the family. We’re surrounded by friends who are like family. And we’re happier than we’ve ever been.

Even if we do miss Target. šŸ™‚

That sinking feeling

Last Friday night, the baby dropped. She’s a good 4-5 inches lower in me than she was before. I wasn’t quite sure at first – it’s a very strange feeling. I feel like I have a head stuck between my legs, which isn’t entirely incorrect. But I also have new stretch marks to match where she is now lower and rounder than before, so I think “lightening” has occured (talk about a crap name for a biological occurrence – there is nothing “light” about it).

As the hubby put it, “she fell down. On her head.”

There is now constant pressure against what I think must be the bones “down there,” though I’m not entirely certain where there is. And while my ribs hurt a good deal less and the bruising is healing nicely, I now pee constantly.

As in, seven times a night constantly. Ah well. At least I’m well hydrated.

Saturday night I made the mistake of trying to run a block and a half to catch a city bus. I caught the bus but appear to have done something funny to my left hip. It’s not painful per se, just a little looser than the other side. I hadn’t had any complaints at all prior to this, so I’m more upset with myself for ruining a good thing than I am in actual misery. Really, I’m feeling quite good. The heat still sucks and the feet are still swollen, but I get the feeling that comes with the territory and I can still do most of what I need to.

Other than that, no more contractions or signs of impending labor. I did have a little pinkish residue on some TP that gave me pause, but there were no signs of popped cork, so I’m not worried. She’ll come when she comes and we’ll be happy to meet her then.

As the family and friends who have hoped to be in Israel for the birth finish arriving back home this week (yay! we missed you so much!), I’m ready whenever they are.

Since we’re about a month away, now’s probably the time to put in your guesses. When do you think Kirby will give birth to BeeGee? Post your date (and am/pm for any tie breakers) in the comments and I’ll send a small prize to whoever gets closest without going past the due date (which should dissuade anyone from picking past our due date – August 28).