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So first my balance... which abruptly seems to be functioning properly since I returned from lunch (*boggles*) for no particular reason.

Then I check my email, and get a notice that my friend group on the fertility board has a message. I go read it. It's from the girl who's been trying to get pregnant for four and a half years, and she and hubby gave up almost five months ago, started looking into adoption, etc. She's finishing her MBA. He left this morning for his deployment. And guess what? She's pregnant. I'm so incredibly happy for her, but at the same time... WTF?? *boggles again*

Anyone else having a strange day?

*headdesk*

Dec. 27th, 2004 09:24 am
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I was just browsing on my pregnancy message boards, and there was a whole thread about people who are planning to ask their OBs to induce them early or schedule their c-sections in such a way so that their babies won't share a birthday with other kids/spouse/relatives.

*boggles*

Elective c-sections irritate me enough, but now we have to schedule them so baby will have a "convenient" birthday? One mom said, "We have so many February birthdays in our family, I just want our daughter to have her own special day!" Like it's NOT going to be her birthday if her relatives have birthdays in the same week? *facepalm*

Natto is due two days before Zip's birthday, and frankly we couldn't be happier. Zip thinks it'd be cool to share a birthday with our son. I fail to see why it makes any difference at all. Ghoulsis and I are three weeks apart, and it's not like it was ever some big source of tension or anything. Jeesh. Besides, if the baby's going to share a birthday with a sibling, that might help head off some rivalry (one kid getting gifts and the other one not, and having to wait until their birthday rolls around) since they'd celebrate the same day. I would think that might be a plus.

I can understand why you might not want your birthday to fall on a major holiday, like Christmas or New Year's, because you'd likely get screwed on gifts. But I can't imagine deliberately inducing early just to avoid such a circumstance. I mean, the kid knows when he's done cooking. Why not let him decide when to come out?
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Everything looked great on ultrasound. We got to see the little bones in his hands and feet, and the spine. Zip saw the brain and kidneys, and we got to see all four chambers in the heart. Looks like he's got his mama's hands, judging by the freakishly-long fingers.

Almost halfway there... we hit the 20-week mark on Friday.
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Zip and I had a coupon, so we tried something new this week -- Betty Crocker Slow-Cooker Helper. We got the pot roast variety. It includes everything -- carrots, potatoes, celery, sauce, etc. -- you add water to the mix, and a big hunk o' meat. Stick it in the slow-cooker all day, and voila, an almost completely labor-free dinner. And it's good.

And, you know what else is cool? The hospital called today to verify my ultrasound on Wednesday. Guess what? I got to preregister via their website -- so I don't have to be there an extra half-hour early to preregister! I can even preregister to deliver the kid online! I'm totally astonished.

Hmm...

Sep. 29th, 2004 02:20 pm
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Is it wrong of me to feel vaguely annoyed every time someone says something to me to the effect of, "Wow, you don't even LOOK pregnant!"

Well, I am, and I damn well FEEL pregnant. It just strikes me as being kind of like when you have the flu and have been feeling like total ass, and people say things like, "You don't LOOK sick." Like I'm making it up or something.

So yeah, I'm almost 19 weeks and haven't yet ballooned into a whale. So sue me. I still haven't made up all the weight I lost from morning sickness. News flash: Women don't go from not-pregnant to beached whale overnight.

Of course, if I DID "look pregnant," I'm sure people would be saying helpful things like, "Are you sure it isn't twins?" and "Haven't you had that baby by now?" or "You should be careful about gaining so much weight!"

People suck.
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Every Sunday morning Zip and I have a ritual: we lay in bed and watch CBS Sunday Morning. It's one of the few truly good news magazines left on tv. I started watching it when I moved down here in '98 because he was always watching it, and... well, six years later, it's sort of a tradition.

This morning, we were watching Charlie Osgood and laying there... and Natto started doing backflips. I mean, usually when I feel the baby move, it's a little tap here or there, then nothing for a week. But today, Natto was going to town. Thump, thump, thump. So on a whim I grabbed Zip's hand and put it on my tummy.

A few seconds later I felt a few little bumps, which he didn't feel. And then Natto went THUMP and Zip exclaimed, "I felt THAT!"

After he knew what he was feeling for, he could feel some of the gentler bumps. A few minutes later Natto settled back down.

I'm soooo happy right now... so excited to be able to share this with my husband. I've been feeling these little kicks for weeks, and felt so happy, but sad too that he couldn't feel them. It's nice to be able to let him in on this part of pregnancy.
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I just have to publicly thank my incredibly brave husband for venturing forth into the refrigerator tonight and mercilessly cleaning out all the really, really old and scary stuff that's been lingering there for who knows how long.

You know the stuff I'm talking about. We've all got it.

Much of it was in tupperware containers, which is often scarier because sometime you can't even see what awaits you inside. Yet he bravely and ruthlessly plunged ahead in order to rid our fridge of these horrors. And he did it knowing that, with my gag reflex the way it is, there's no way I'd be able to do it again for a long while.

I've never been much into the fairy tale, knight in shining armor bit, but tonight I'm feelin' it.

Thanks hon!
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So just now in the mail, I get an invoice.

Yup, you guessed it... it's for my medical records.

In bold print, it says my records won't be sent until I pay up.

So either the girl at the old office was lying, or she's incompetent. I'm not sure which is worse at this point.

Three. Weeks. For seven pieces of paper.

I don't know whether to cry or scream.

*grumble*

Sep. 13th, 2004 02:33 pm
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I finally got through to an actual live person at my old OB office. She claims the records were sent on 8/24 and there's no charge for them since I was a fairly new patient (there was hardly anything to send).

*grumble*

So now I have a call in to my (hopefully) new office to find out if they have the records in hand, and if not, I'll have to call back AGAIN to the old office and ask them to resend them.

Trying. Not. To. Have. A. Flameout.

Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in, breathe out.
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The good: I managed to shop in Babies R Us today without once tearing up over how cute something was. Seriously. No choking up at all. This is a major thing for me. Some sort of emotional stability seems to be setting in, and I like it! It made resisting many totally unnecessary purchases MUCH easier. (There are still a few frivolous items on the registry, but not as many as I'd feared.)

The bad: Now when I brush my teeth, my gums bleed all over hell. I'm no longer so nauseated that I can't floss anymore, thank goodness. But now I'm spitting out blood like a prizefighter. The books say this is totally normal during the second tri, and since my mucous membranes are all engorged with blood, I can also expect more frequent nosebleeds. O joyous occasion, how the fates have looked upon me.

The ugly: I'm losing my mind. Hubby and I were in the car and I suddenly had an urge to learn to play the ukulele. I can imagine no possible use for this, other than being able to accompany my friends as they sing Jimmy Buffett's "Why Don't We Get Drunk" when we go camping in October. Paradoxically, the idea came to me while Alan Parsons Project's "Eye In the Sky" was on the XM, and I couldn't resist thinking how THIS particular song would sound around the campfire in a singalong with ukulele accompaniment. (I don't have a ukulele... yet. eBay, here I come.)

Baby Gear

Sep. 4th, 2004 01:52 pm
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Ok moms, I need your advice: I've compiled a list of stuff I think we need to register for. Here are my questions: am I missing anything crucial? Is there stuff on this list that I probably don't actually need?

I'd like to avoid what happened at our wedding -- namely, that people got us lots of "fun" stuff when really what we needed was more towels. So I've tried to narrow it down to what are probably the absolute necessities.

The stuff in parentheses we already have -- either because they were gifted to us by other parents, or we went ahead and got them already (usually secondhand). Thanks!!

co-sleeper (like Arms’ Reach)
waterproof crib mattress cover
crib sheets
diaper pail
diaper pail liner refills
bottle nipples
dishwasher rack for small bottle parts
car seat and extra base/travel system
baby soap
baby shampoo
washcloths
diapers
diaper cream
wipes
bulb nose aspirator
fingernail clippers
baby bag
plain cloth diapers (for urp cloths)
hat
electrical plug covers
lanolin cream
baby sunblock
baby Tylenol
thermometer (digital ear, pref.)
breast pump
breast milk storage containers
t-shirts
socks
drawstring nightgowns
receiving blankets
breast pads
boppy pillow
boppy pillow cover
cotton cap
bibs
romper/onesie
hooded towels
baby gates
carrier/sling
(crib)
(dresser)
(bottles)
(baby monitor)
(bathtub)
(bassinet)
(nightlight)
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So last Monday, you may recall, gentle reader, that I made the decision to change OB practices. The only hitch was, I had to have my old office send my medical records to my new office. Ok. Once they get the records, they'll call me for an appointment. Great.

That very day, I called my old OB's office and left a message for medical records, telling them I needed a copy of my records sent to Blah blah blah, etc. On Wednesday, they finally call me and say I have to sign a release. Fine. Can you fax it to me? Great.

The rest of Wednesday, no fax. Thursday, still no fax, and I leave another message. Friday morning rolls around, and still no fax. I drive 45 minutes to the office, sit for 20 minutes waiting, then fill out the form and drive another 45 minutes home. Oh, and it turns out I have to pay for the records, but no one there could tell me how much it will be, because they hire out someone to do med records for them, and she only comes in on Wednesdays. Fine.

I call today to find out how much I owe, since I just have a sneaking suspicion that my paperwork won't be sent unless I pay in advance. I leave a message in medical records. After several hours, I call back to the front desk and ask them if there's anyone in medical records today. No? How nice. Call back tomorrow, they tell me.

I feel like I'm about to rupture something. I used to work in the medical records department of a very large pediatric specialty practice. When I got requests for records, I usually did them the same day, but always within 72 hours. Especially if a patient needed them. (Now insurance companies, I wasn't in such a hurry. But I always got the lead out for a patient.) So pardon me if a freeping WEEK AND A HALF seems a bit, shall we say, EXCESSIVE.

So I will call tomorrow. And if I still get no joy tomorrow, I will call on Friday. And if I've gotten no action on Friday, I'll call the OB nurse at the new practice and ask her for a suggestion on what to do. Maybe if THEIR office sends off a request for my records, something might get done. Or maybe she'll at least be willing to consider booking an appointment for me while we're waiting on the records thing to get straightened out.

If I have to, I'll drive back to the old office and camp out in their waiting room until someone freeping well helps me. What're they gonna do? Tell me I can't come back anymore? I should be so lucky! If only!

And they wonder why I don't want to go there anymore. Harumph.
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So far I'm not enjoying it all that much. Had to get up again in the night to go to the loo. Woke up exhausted and cranky with a headache. We have a hurricane headed toward us. And then, when I came home from class, I read a blog of a friend of ours, whose wife recently gave birth to their first child... it was a little rough. It was scary, quite frankly. And now I've got this vague simmering anxiety about Natto. What if something's wrong? Would I even know?

There are about a billion things that could go wrong between now and D-day. And about a billion more that can still go wrong during L&D, even if everything is fine up until then. I'm trying very, very hard not to think about any of them right now.

I feel queasy.
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It's a farking miracle. I managed to make it through last night without having to get up, even once, to pee.

You moms out there know what I'm talking about. :)
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This weekend has been fun so far.

* Friday, I went over in person to my old OB's office to sign off on my records release, since it had been two days and I *still* hadn't gotten the fax (how long does it take to send one faxed piece of paper again?). I had to sit there for 20 minutes waiting on someone to help me, but still. At least it's done now.

* Yesterday, I took an hour or so to type up a sanitized version of the blistering comments I handwrote on eight single-spaced pages in my hotel room in Kansas City during the conference I recently attended. After Hubby read it over and suggested a few grammatical changes, I shipped it off to the appropriate personnel. I probably made a few enemies, and I don't care. I'm not going to blow sunshine up someone's ass just because they're a fraternity brother, and pretend everything was great when basically the entire weekend was a tremendous waste of time and airfare.

* Yesterday, while I was on a roll, I decided to also take a crack at getting in touch with the members (who are hopefully still around) of an organization I helped found last year on campus, but which has been floundering. Watching things fail because people don't follow up PISSES ME OFF so I decided to do something about it. Turns out that something actually WAS happening, but all of us old-timers had been left out of the loop. Nice. I think I've got the problem fixed -- the current treasurer and I are brainstorming ideas to overcome the communication problem. Which leads me to...

* This morning, when I spent all morning creating a new blog for the aforementioned organization. At the very least it can serve as a message board for officers to post information about meetings, projects, etc. That way, even if we get dropped from the email distribution list somehow, there's somewhere we can go for updates.

* Back to Organization #1, I'm thinking of calling one of my local contacts today to chat with him about our new section chair, and see if there's some way we can help a nearby chapter which seems to be experiencing a bit of a leadership vacuum. We shall see.

In the meantime, hubby's making cinnamon rolls (mmm...), and then I'm going to hunt for a slipcover for our ugly couch and chair. I could be, I don't know, doing actual homework or something... but I'd rather take advantage of the fact that I feel halfway decent today (even without meds -- woohoo!) and get some other things taken care of.
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Zofran is a miracle drug. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying, or trying to sell you a competing product.

I ate an actual lunch today. Admittedly, it was a wee lunch. But lunch it was. I was having a sudden craving for mashed potatoes and gravy, so I went out and got a kids' meal from KFC. I ate a drumstick and a bowl of mashed potatoes and gravy... and it went down like 20 year old scotch. I can't even describe how good it felt, to eat something that has actual nutritional value, and not feel like I was about to toss it back up.

I think I might survive this pregnancy after all.

Wow, I'm just... floored. And hungry! How nice to be hungry again, without the nausea.

Ok, gotta go eat again.
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I just took a Zofran to help with the nausea. I just couldn't deal with it anymore. So down the hatch the little yellowish-orange pill went. I hope it helps. I've felt so bad the last few days I've gotten panicky. It's so hard to eat. I lost another two pounds, for a total of at least six since I got pregnant. (Yet my regular clothes no longer fit. Weird.)

I think desperation is the operative word here. I felt like I was starving and couldn't eat anything because everything makes me want to puke. The almost-throwing-up feeling has stuck with me morning noon and night... and over the last week it's gotten worse every single day. Today I just reached the breaking point. I can't do this anymore.

So off to the pharmacy I went, knowing that most insurance doesn't cover Zofran during pregnancy. The latest estimate I heard was $27. Mind you, that's per pill. But I was willing to pay it. Whatever it takes to make this feeling go away.

I got to the window, and she told me, "Fifteen dollars."

Total, complete shock. They covered it? Really?

I checked the label. For ten pills, I paid $15. Insurance paid in excess of $300.

So, here we go... time to find out if I can tolerate it. I hope so. I'm just glad it's not costing me three hundred bucks to find out.
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I got a call back from the nurse. She told me that the doctors are very much the let-nature-take-its-course type of OBs. They serve as the physician backups for local midwives (where the hell are these midwives hiding, I wonder? They sure don't advertise in the phone book... I've looked!) They encourage movement during labor and even have birthing balls and a squat bar available upon request. They have two staff members trained as doulas. They rarely use forceps or vacuum extraction, their c-section rate is less than 10% (the national average exceeds 25%), and they do not believe in routine episiotomies. If Natto is screaming and pink when s/he comes out, they'll put him/her right on my belly immediately so we can begin bonding and feeding. She told me the docs are very supportive of minimal-intervention birth, which is what I want.

I feel very good about this change. I've already called the other place and asked to have my records sent. I'm so, so, so relieved. I really think this is best for me and Natto.
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Today officially sucks.

* I woke up with morning sickness, again. Realized after I got up that I forgot to take my prenatal vitamins last night. *Doh!*

* I couldn't find my sunglasses, then realized I'd left them in hubby's car. I unlocked his car, retrieved my sunglasses, and then managed to slam the car door on my own head. Great. I now have a headache and a lovely quarter-inch gash in my head next to my right eyebrow. Oh, and it's swelling. And, it bled all over me on the way to school.

* Upon arriving at school, the truck in front of me got the very last parking space behind my building, so I had to park in my Secret Hiding Place, thus nearly making me have to run so I wouldn't be late for class.

* While in class, hubby called to notify me that the OB nurse from the (potentially) new doctor's office called. (I told the office to have her to call me *after 9:30* today since I wouldn't be home from class until then.)

* When I got home, I called the office back, only to wind up in Hold Purgatory. I finally hung up after 20 minutes of their shitty hold music.

I just can't WAIT to find out what other treasures await me today!

[11:16 am, ETA:]

* It appears I was just push-polled by the Bush campaign, or by a group supporting the Shrub. This just gets better and better.

* And now, I can't access my university email account. Great. Just great.

[12:47 pm, ETA:]

* AND! I tried to register for my meeting in Seattle in November, and it wouldn't let me register as a Graduate Student (non-member -- $180) -- it keeps defaulting to Guest (nonmember -- $425!!). AAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Indecision

Aug. 19th, 2004 02:27 pm
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I'm suddenly feeling very uneasy about my obstetrical care. It's not that I think anything's wrong -- quite the contrary. Everyone there seems to be quite competent. But here's the thing: they have something like 8 or 9 different doctors. So every time I go in, I see someone new. This way, I'll have rotated through everyone at least once before I deliver.

Maybe I'm crazy, but this makes me nervous. I can't imagine each and every one of those docs has the same philosophy about childbirth. Which means I'm basically going to have to interview every single one and talk to them about my birth plan.

The nurse already told me that most of the docs consider episiotomies to be routine, which makes me nervous. After all, the American College of Obstetrics & Gynecology no longer recommends routine episiotomies. It'll probably be hard enough to convince one doctor not to cut me, let alone eight.

So, I'm thinking of changing practices. I hate to change horses mid-race, but at the same time, I have some pretty definite ideas about how much medical intervention I'm willing to tolerate during this birth, and under what circumstances I'll consider those interventions. Something tells me I'm going to be in conflict with this practice down the road.

I'm a creature of habit. I've been going to the same doctor and the same dentist since I moved here six years ago. I like knowing what I'm in for when I go into that little white room. And now more than ever, I think I'd like a little continuity.

*sigh*

I hate having to do this. But I feel like there's a good chance I won't have the birth I want otherwise.

Your comments are, as ever, welcome.

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