8 lbs, 3 oz
Full birth story to come!
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Texting with my MIL
Today she texted me to ask how I was, and this is how it went. She's pretty funny. :-)
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Full moon
I just noticed there's a full moon tonight.
I'm grasping for straws, but I hope it triggers something.
C'mon gravity!!
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
I Never...
have been more ready for anything in my entire life.
I don't know why I convinced myself throughout this pregnancy that I would go early, but I did. BIG MISTAKE. I guess it's because my sister went a week early with her first, and my mom says she went a couple weeks early with my sister.
But I'm 5 days from my due date, all physical (internal) signs point to "go" but nothing is happening!
And historically, I have never been very good at prep. I usually just wing everything, and most of the time it works out. I've always been pretty lucky, which is a blessing because I really do have piss poor planning and preparing skills. The exception to this is childbirth: I have prepared my mind, body and soul and I am READY. SET. GO. I've never wanted so much to feel pain. Bring it on! I want to scream it from the mountaintops like a crazed masochist on methamphetamine beating my chest like a gorilla.
Speaking of gorillas. I just started watching Jersey Shore, and as much as I want, I can NOT look away from the trainwreck! I can physically feel my braincells burning out - poof! - but it's so entertaining. Anyway...
In preparation for this baby, I've cleaned the house -- mainly the floors, over and over again. I don't know what it is with me and floors lately, but I just notice them more and more. On Sunday, I got down on my hands and knees and went over them old school style, like my mom, the cleanfreak, does. I was hoping that position would help induce labor. It didn't.
And everything else is prepped and ready to go:
The baby's room is set up. All his clothes and sheets and blankets have been washed.
I'm all waxed and groomed: arms, X-men wolverine chops (blame the testosterone!), hoo hoo, 'stache, brows.
My toes are pedicured -- because obviously this is really important in the grand scheme of having a baby.
My hospital bag and labor bags are packed.
Now that I think about it, the only things that aren't prepared are the things that are under V's jurisdiction: the babyseat installation and, well, V. He isn't prepared for anything because he doesn't know what to expect and won't read the one damn book that's supposed to help him be a good labor coach. Can you hear the annoyance in my words?
Oh well. This is why I have prepared a doula!
See? I've prepped everything!!! And look where it's gotten me. Big, fat, and nowhere. This is why I usually adopt a go-with-the-flow attitude. Because you can't control anything in life. And being in a state of waiting is probably one of the worst - er, most annoying - places in which to spend one's time. Imagine that, plus being almost 10 months pregnant.
Now make your appearance Tyrone! Your mom and dad are waiting for you!
I don't know why I convinced myself throughout this pregnancy that I would go early, but I did. BIG MISTAKE. I guess it's because my sister went a week early with her first, and my mom says she went a couple weeks early with my sister.
But I'm 5 days from my due date, all physical (internal) signs point to "go" but nothing is happening!
And historically, I have never been very good at prep. I usually just wing everything, and most of the time it works out. I've always been pretty lucky, which is a blessing because I really do have piss poor planning and preparing skills. The exception to this is childbirth: I have prepared my mind, body and soul and I am READY. SET. GO. I've never wanted so much to feel pain. Bring it on! I want to scream it from the mountaintops like a crazed masochist on methamphetamine beating my chest like a gorilla.
Speaking of gorillas. I just started watching Jersey Shore, and as much as I want, I can NOT look away from the trainwreck! I can physically feel my braincells burning out - poof! - but it's so entertaining. Anyway...
In preparation for this baby, I've cleaned the house -- mainly the floors, over and over again. I don't know what it is with me and floors lately, but I just notice them more and more. On Sunday, I got down on my hands and knees and went over them old school style, like my mom, the cleanfreak, does. I was hoping that position would help induce labor. It didn't.
And everything else is prepped and ready to go:
The baby's room is set up. All his clothes and sheets and blankets have been washed.
I'm all waxed and groomed: arms, X-men wolverine chops (blame the testosterone!), hoo hoo, 'stache, brows.
My toes are pedicured -- because obviously this is really important in the grand scheme of having a baby.
My hospital bag and labor bags are packed.
Now that I think about it, the only things that aren't prepared are the things that are under V's jurisdiction: the babyseat installation and, well, V. He isn't prepared for anything because he doesn't know what to expect and won't read the one damn book that's supposed to help him be a good labor coach. Can you hear the annoyance in my words?
Oh well. This is why I have prepared a doula!
See? I've prepped everything!!! And look where it's gotten me. Big, fat, and nowhere. This is why I usually adopt a go-with-the-flow attitude. Because you can't control anything in life. And being in a state of waiting is probably one of the worst - er, most annoying - places in which to spend one's time. Imagine that, plus being almost 10 months pregnant.
Now make your appearance Tyrone! Your mom and dad are waiting for you!
Friday, March 2, 2012
Project: Induction
Has commenced in full! Natural induction methods, of course.
Spicy food, check.
Pineapple, check.
Raspberry leaf tea, check.
Eggplant parmesan, check.
Evening primrose oil, check.
Sex with hubby, check. (Ok, half check.)
Sex with myself, check. (Ok, double check.)
Bouncing on a birthball, check.
Nipple stimulation, check.
Praying, check.
Have I missed anything? I'm heading out in a few minutes to grab a passion fruit tea.
And, I just finished eating a nice, spicy Thai drunkman noodle dish, and Tyrone is going wild inside my uterus, this cozy home that I have decided must be lined with sheepskin, or maybe 1000 threadcount egyptian cotton sheets and a down comforter. If I could make his home a little less habitable, I would.
But since I can't, what's going down tomorrow morning at my midwife appointment is a sweep of the membranes (fun! not.) and hopefully that'll kick-start this process. Wish us luck!
Spicy food, check.
Pineapple, check.
Raspberry leaf tea, check.
Eggplant parmesan, check.
Evening primrose oil, check.
Sex with hubby, check. (Ok, half check.)
Sex with myself, check. (Ok, double check.)
Bouncing on a birthball, check.
Nipple stimulation, check.
Praying, check.
Have I missed anything? I'm heading out in a few minutes to grab a passion fruit tea.
And, I just finished eating a nice, spicy Thai drunkman noodle dish, and Tyrone is going wild inside my uterus, this cozy home that I have decided must be lined with sheepskin, or maybe 1000 threadcount egyptian cotton sheets and a down comforter. If I could make his home a little less habitable, I would.
But since I can't, what's going down tomorrow morning at my midwife appointment is a sweep of the membranes (fun! not.) and hopefully that'll kick-start this process. Wish us luck!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Symptom spotting...like a mofo!
UGH. I am 38 weeks and 3 days today. I think I had my bloody show this morning. If you don't know what that is, I'm not gonna 'splain it because it's grody. You can google it.
But then while I was blow drying my hair, I also felt this tiny trickle on my thigh and thought it was a drop of water from my hair that happened to land right there, but then when I wiped it off, I noticed it was pinkish.
So then I thought my water was breaking, but that it would come out in trickles the way it does when the baby is blocking the bag and only your hindwaters break. So I waited at home for a half hour longer than usual to monitor and nothing else really happened. No more trickles. Only the same mild contractions I've been having on and off for the past few days anyway.
So who freakin' knows.
Today is Leap Day. February 29, 2012. I think it might be kinda cool to have a leap birthday, but also maybe a little sad. I don't know. I would find it special, nonetheless, so if it happened today, I would be cool with that.
Anyway, my mom's been working on this quilt for months, and I finally received it in the mail yesterday. We picked out fabric together and I told her I wanted a monkey and an elephant. How AWESOME is this?! The outer edge looks black and white in the picture, but it's really gray and white. It matches the room really well, and I think Tyrone's gonna love it forever since it's from his halmuni. :-)
Note to my girlfriends: Momma Hwang has offered to make quilts for your future babies if you'd welcome them, so keep that in mind!
**EDIT: TMI update, just went to the bathroom and there is more bloody show. progress? i hope so!
But then while I was blow drying my hair, I also felt this tiny trickle on my thigh and thought it was a drop of water from my hair that happened to land right there, but then when I wiped it off, I noticed it was pinkish.
So then I thought my water was breaking, but that it would come out in trickles the way it does when the baby is blocking the bag and only your hindwaters break. So I waited at home for a half hour longer than usual to monitor and nothing else really happened. No more trickles. Only the same mild contractions I've been having on and off for the past few days anyway.
So who freakin' knows.
Today is Leap Day. February 29, 2012. I think it might be kinda cool to have a leap birthday, but also maybe a little sad. I don't know. I would find it special, nonetheless, so if it happened today, I would be cool with that.
Anyway, my mom's been working on this quilt for months, and I finally received it in the mail yesterday. We picked out fabric together and I told her I wanted a monkey and an elephant. How AWESOME is this?! The outer edge looks black and white in the picture, but it's really gray and white. It matches the room really well, and I think Tyrone's gonna love it forever since it's from his halmuni. :-)
**EDIT: TMI update, just went to the bathroom and there is more bloody show. progress? i hope so!
Saturday, February 25, 2012
The Baby Room
It's finally done! Well...for the most part. I still have to hang a mobile (once it arrives), and organize just a bit more, but whatever. I've done all I can for now. Here are a few pics!
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