Archive for ‘pregnancy’

April 2, 2010

>and then there were four…


We welcomed our new little girl, Hayden Alexandra, on Thursday March 26th at 5:05 p.m.  At 37 weeks and 3 days, Hayden weighed in at 7 pounds and measured 20 inches.  She is beautiful. Looking more like her mama, with glimpses of her big sister.  
I can’t describe the feeling of love that overwhelms me…  My heart feels complete.  
March 21, 2010

>baby poop mishap

>I stepped in a meatball sized chunk of Hadley’s poop this evening.  You have no idea how I hoped it was the string cheese I had given her hours before, and was shocked to find a dark, mushy ball stuck to my foot.  Apparently, one fell out when daddy changed her diaper and I found it.  

While it was funny, I have the quickest gag reflex and, well, you can guess what happened next.
I suppose something like that was bound to happen eventually.
March 16, 2010

>clumsy, messy me

>Why is it that I am more clumsy and messy while pregnant?  

How is it that I managed to get peanut butter on my t-shirt yesterday morning?  Or Hadley’s dinner of pasta and marinara on one of the few nicer shirts that span my girth?  

Oh, and how did I manage to cook this beautiful pot roast with fresh vegetables and dump all of the left overs on the floor last night?
What is it that happens to us pregnant chicks?
March 10, 2010

>stuff people do with placentas

>NOTE: I’m not passing judgement on what people choose to do with their placentas, I simply find it interesting.

Placentas. You know, that mass that nourishes your unborn for 40 weeks. It’s a vital thing in pregnancies. Actually, you can’t have a viable pregnancy without a placenta. And sometimes placentas can cause troubles during pregnancy. It can be too small. It can grow over the cervix making placenta previa a real issue. Placentas, to say the least, are the most important thing in growing a baby.
As I started the journey down Baby Making Road two years a go I’ve heard a lot about what people, both from our culture and different cultures, do with their placentas after their baby is born. And I am fascinated! Albeit, I refused to even take a peek at mine in the hospital, I am still intrigued by the methods behind the actions.
Some South American cultures bury their placentas with objects that will influence their child’s life. For example, baby boy’s placentas might be buried with an ax or a pick, while a little girl’s placenta may be buried with a loom or a hoe.
In rural Peru, people bury their placentas deep into the earth, so far in that people nor animals can find it. Their theory is that this is a sort of “security” for the baby. They believe that the animals and other people will become jealous of the baby and, in turn, seek to harm it.
In Egypt, ancient Pharohs would put their baby’s placentas into a special box to keep them from harm.
Vietnamese medicine uses placentas to combat sterility and senility.
The Indian people believe that a placenta can be used to help a childless woman conceive and birth a healthy baby.
The Chinese believe that cooking the placenta in broth and consuming drastically improves the mother’s milk.
Believe it or not, placenta can be found in many cosmetics and medicines in Western countries, too. And here in the US many states will let parents do what they wish with their baby’s placenta (some states do regulate this).
I remember after I had Hadley I was asked if I wanted to keep my placenta. I was surprised to be asked this question. And I graciously declined. I’m someone who is just fine not even seeing it. So personally, I am happy to let the hospital do with it what they will, but am certainly open to what others are doing with theirs.
October 23, 2009

>peeing myself

This post is going to fall into the category of TMI, but none the less, I am going to share. I’m warning you now to stop reading if you don’t want to know this about me…

I’m pregnant, right? And pregnant women can relate to this. It’s a horrible side effect of pregnancy, and if you don’t protect yourself properly, it can be very embarrassing. You know the feeling ladies… You sneeze and BOOM! You are peeing yourself. Not just a teeny tiny bit that catches in the first layer, it’s enough to wet through your pants and then you are bee lining for the bathroom before the rest of your bladder releases. It’s so frustrating and so easy to forget to put on a panty liner, because after all, you get to enjoy 40 weeks of NO PERIODS, why would you want to put on a tampon, much less a PAD!
So that’s my vent for the day. I am having an allergy issue that I can do nothing about in this 85 degree California weather, and have sciatica so bad I wish I could have an epidural. Sneezing, in any capscity, at the moment is very uncomfortable for several reasons.