I decided to start blogging about Jordan from the moment I found out I was pregnant. Jordan was born with a little arm that didn't grow like most babies. Her left arm stopped just above the elbow. Now I'm committed to making sure Jordan gets everything out of life. We feel blessed to be the parents of a very special little girl.


All is well

I just wrapped up my class for the week... and went to my doctor's appointment just before that.

I only gained two pounds in the last 2 and a half weeks... which is a miracle. Jordan is measuring LOW... which is obvious. After I was careful about how I walk and sit yesterday, my lower rear pain is much better. We talked about what I'm doing to help with the pain... And as long as I can deal with it, I'm good to keep working and doing my thing as Jordan keeps growing. Plus Randy wants me to get a massage every week before Jordan is born as a Christmas gift. I scheduled an appointment starting next week.

We're officially moving to the time when I have to visit the doctor's office once a week. That's kind of exciting because it means we're wrapping this up. but it also gets tricky when I'm trying to put together doctor's apointments during the holiday season. So next week I actually have an appointment on Monday and Friday just to get our appointment times back on schedule.


Wierd new pain

Yesterday, something happened. I was walking and suddenly, I had a huge, horrible pain in my very, very lower back. More like in the bones of my butt.

Yeah. I just wrote about my butt.

Anyway. I can't seem to shake this pain. At its peak, I really can't walk. It's a HORRIBLE feeling. After doing a web search, I've diagnosed it as posterior pelvic pain... There's a more medical term to it, but why focus on that.

Now I'm trying to figure out how to fix this pain. The websites say I shouldn't move around too much. I don't know if I like that option. We got all of the Christmas lights up today... I had to move at it really slowly, but I survived. But getting up from a sitting position can really hurt.

I see the doctor on Monday. But after researching, my best options to help include buying a maternity belt, prenatal massage and resting more. I found one place that offers prenatal massage. I hope its affordable. But honestly, I don't really care about the price. It's that uncomfortable.

Okay. I'm going to get up and try to walk up to bed. (ow)


Brain overload

I can't sleep. I woke up at 3:50 this morning and I haven't been able to get back to sleep. My head is clogged up. Jordan wiggles around every time I cough. And my brain can't stop thinking about all the things I need to do before I'm too pregnant before the holidays.

I've got most of the boy's presents... I have a few things left to do to decorate Jordan's room. I still need to buy family gifts. The house is a freaking mess and it has to get cleared out before the holidays. I have six-tons of clothing that needs to be donated before the end of the year. I didn't take a refresher course on labor and for some reason that's started stressing me out. The launch for our new website is a week from Monday and I have to look good enough to introduce the site on our air for five straight days. I don't have enough TV-type clothes and my hair needs a BIG improvement before then.

Honestly. I'd rather ignore it all and go to sleep... But I can't because I can't sleep.

Dude. This stinks.


I'm snotty

I caught Cameron's cold... And now I'm all snotty and uncomfortable at a new level. I don't really want to complain much... But heck, I can write what I want in a blog.


I really hate them when I can't take drugs. Then, last night, my ankles and legs started swelling (I probably sat at the computer too long at work). I wanted to go home and eat chicken soup, but I decided that had too much salt in it. So I just drank water and ate a less salty meal.

Anyway. Jordan is moving and grooving... She seems to be spreading out a little more. She gets hiccups more (or I'm noticing them more). She doesn't like my coughing. But I don't like it either. Hopefully I can beat this cold before I'm expected to go on the air the week of December 5th. Yeah. On the air. My boss wants me to introduce our new website to our audience. That's a little wierd. I'm sure everyone will be happy to see the monster pregnant lady on TV.


Strange dream

You know, pregnancy brings many strange things into your life... Including strange dreams. Most aren't that strange... But last night's was so strange, I had a hard time getting back to sleep. Okay -- It was probably because I had to go to the bathroom. Anyway... In the dream, I was in labor in a hospital in Boston for some reason. And the room I was in had a bunch of other people in hospital beds. They had other health issues and they were looking at me weird. My contractions were like Braxton-Hicks... they didn't feel very productive. But suddenly I stand up and realize the baby is almost there. I push a couple of times and boom: there's a baby. I delivered her on my own and the nurses just kind of stand around and look amazed. The baby had a head full of brown hair with VERY round brown eyes. Very opposite of Cameron.

It was odd... But the dream got stranger. For some reason, the baby disappears and I'm in a wheelchair looking for her in some mall in Boston. Is there a mall in Boston? Why was I in Boston?

I don't know. Strange, strange dream.


Baby shower day

We just got back from our baby shower. It was mainly a diaper shower party -- Four pregnant women (including me) got to have the party from our co-workers. I got a bunch of diapers and enjoyed the company of many pregnant people. Cameron came along with my cousin and her daugher. Randy hid in the basement watching football. The downside: Cam was having so much fun, he peed all over himself. We had to borrow some clothes from the host's son... Who is MUCH older than Cam. So he was swimming in the clothes.

Oh well. So I'm done with the showers... And now I really need to start focusing on how to get Jordan's room together. If I ignore it, it may be too late!!


Another appointment

So we had another doctor's appointment yesterday.

We get there on time, and I'm told I'm not on the schedule. So we wait FOREVER and decide to just visit with a nurse practitioner. That isn't a big deal.

I didn't gain too much weight in the last two weeks... Which is amazing after Halloween and all that comes with it.

Blood pressure was good... Jordan's heartbeat was 140 beats per minute -- very healthy.

So my doctor doesn't really poke or prod the baby. We were certain Jordan was head down just from where you can find her hearbeat. But the nurse kind of dug down and really smooshed me to feel her head. So I can officially say (even though I knew it already) -- Her head is in my pelvis. She's totally on my right side -- Just like Cameron. I'm not carrying a girl any different from how I carried a boy. Is that a strange thing? I have no idea.

Anyway. I turned in my birth plan -- 4 copies of it -- to my file so every possible human has access to my expectations. Randy reviewed my plans the day before our appointment. He decided to also write a funny version of it. It's so funny I cried in the newsroom as I read it. But I can't share it with too many people. It includes words like induction, augmentation and words that would make college students blush.


I'm starting to understand...

I think I get why some women are willing to schedule inductions. The uncomfort level is already getting to me. I don't know if Cam was the same... I did black out some of the memories of what pregnancy was like.

I wouldn't dare induce if I can help it. But I understand.

The sharp punches are feeling a little more muted, which means Jordan is probably getting bigger and running out of space. I feel comfortable enough to say I'm about 8 weeks away at this point. I have so much that needs to be done before she gets here.

But for now, I think I'm going to take a nap.



Yup. They're here. Right now, I'm feeling hiccups for the first time. She's probably done it before, but I didn't notice it.

By the way, I was at yoga last night and I could do very few positions without serious pain in my pelvic bones. Those poor tendons down there are as stretched as they can be. Of course, they'll have to stretch more in the next 8 weeks or so.

All I can say is -- Wish me luck.


Woah. What is that?

The girl actually can punch me inside my hip bone!! It is one of the strangest and most uncomfortable feelings I know. She is getting strong.
I go to the bathroom all the time already... And this weekend, I had to make the big change: Put the wedding ring on a necklace. My fingers just ain't right.


Waddle waddle

Two people in two different departments at the station decided to notify me of the fact that I am officially waddling.

I know this. I can feel it. But it's so nice to get crap from other people to remind me of how silly I look.

9 1/2 weeks away.

I realize that's not a lot of time. But my body is already laughing at me for needing to hold on that long.