Fourteen months

August 20, 2009

I realized that it had been some time since I last wrote here, so I thought I would give a little update for anyone still checking in, or anyone stumbling across the blog now.

Erik is fourteen months and four days old now.  Don’t worry, I usually don’t keep track of the actual number of days he is into his current month. 🙂  He is mostly just crawling, but took his first steps quite some time ago now.  His health is good most of the time, although he was in the hospital with pneumonia for two nights last month.  His asthma is a problem for us and will continue to be, which is very unfortunate, but it can be treated.  He is starting to try out words, although most of our interpretations are just guessing – he may not mean anything by what he is babbling, but we like to think he does some of the time. 

He is still very small – only about eighteen pounds, but I suspect that his frequent night nursings were a big contributor to that.  I stopped feeding him at night a few weeks ago and now I am attempting to wean him and just have him on whole milk.  My milk just isn’t fatty enough for him and there is some concern that he is just too small for his age.  I am feeling a bit down about weaning – I never really like doing it, even though in the past I have been pregnant at the time of weaning.  This time I am not expecting again yet, which makes it harder for me – there is no promise of another baby to breastfeed in a few months.  I cannot see a reason that we wouldn’t have another baby, unless that is just God’s plan for us, so I am trying not to get too bothered by it.  I will just try to enjoy the time – however brief it may be – that I am not nursing or pregnant. 

 I just gave Erik his first haircut today – his hair was finally long enough to need cutting – it was always flying in his ears.  Still nothing like the hair Elias had at this age – all the way down into his eyes – but long enough.  It makes him look a lot more grown up, but he is definitely still my baby.

Here’s a recent picture, though not post-haircut (don’t have any yet):


Although not keeping up regularly here (for obvious reasons – it wouldn’t really be a pregnancy journal anymore), I’m still blogging at Messy Housewife: – come and read!!


Oops..skipped another one.

December 10, 2007

I really didn’t intend to make a habit of week skipping.  I like writing every week, even when things haven’t changed much.  I did have some change last week, though – my belly popped!  I have been able to feel a little difference for awhile now, but only when I was laying on my back and pressing on my stomach.  Now I just can’t suck it all in anymore.  This is definitely earlier than it was with Jenny and Elias – but it is my third baby, so I shouldn’t be surprised.  It would be quite nice if I would start feeling the baby move earlier than normal, too.  With Jenny, I was 18 weeks  pregnant when I started feeling her move, with Elias, I was 19 weeks pregnant….so it’s possible I won’t feel it for another four or five weeks.  But, I also lost twenty-five pounds after baby weight this last year, so I’ve got a little less padding in that area now.  They (pregnancy experts) often say that thinner women feel movement sooner, so maybe I’ll luck out. 

My sister-in-law is eighteen weeks now, so I expect to be hearing pretty soon that she’s started feeling the baby move.  Since it’s her first, she probably won’t recognize it at first, like a lot of women.  When I was pregnant with Jenny, I didn’t believe it until it went on for three or four days.  That little fluttering was just so tiny, it was hard to believe that was the baby.  After I had her, every little bubble of gas or rumbling of my stomach reminded me of baby movement.  I’ve heard other moms say the same thing.  So with this pregnancy, I’ve actually felt things a few times that made me think of the baby, but I’m smart enough to know if there’s only one baby, I wouldn’t feel it yet. 

 Well, not much to say this week, except that I am still getting sick, even though I’ve officially moved into the second trimester (yippee!!).  Maybe by next week, and certainly I hope, by the time I have my ultrasound, I’ll be free of nausea.  My first ultrasound with Jenny was in my eighteenth week and after forgetting to eat breakfast, I drank the required one and a half litres of water…and promptly threw it all up.  I’ve remembered to be more careful since that one.  Eat breakfast and then drink your fluids.  My weak bladder (in the sense that after babies, it doesn’t like holding things in too long) does not like ultrasounds at all, but I love them when you can actually see the baby.  A friend of mine has a picture of her baby “waving” in the ultrasound (another friend’s baby – I’m not kidding you  – flipped me off in his ultrasound when I went with his mom…or at least it sure looked like it).  My kids have never done anything spectacular, but we do have some neat profile shots of them from our ultrasounds.

Well, I’m off to do something more relaxing now…like take a nap or eat something.  Or watch a movie.  Or all three.  Hmmm….that’s a good idea, actually.  Adios. 


October 5, 2007

It is quite early in my pregnancy to be having an ultrasound, but I scheduled this one before I knew I was pregnant.  I was having considerable pain once a month that may have indicated ovarian cysts or something similar, and an ultrasound is the only way to find out for sure what was causing it.  I suspected that by the time it came around, I might be pregnant, which would mean that even if a cyst was found, nothing could be done about it anyway.  However, the temptation to see this little poppy seed sized baby is too great, so I’m going in for it anyway.  I suppose it doesn’t hurt anything because if they find something, it could give us warning for any problems I might have during pregnancy this time. 

I have now had two ultrasounds per pregnancy and one when I was a teenager, so this will make number six, and it’s just as miserable as it always has been.  Empty your bladder one and a half hours before the appointment (9:45 am), drink one and a half liters of clear fluid (broth, water, clear juices, tea, coffee) by one hour before the appointment (10:15 am) and then hold it until after the appointment is over (which will probably be somewhere near noon YIKES).  I shouldn’t complain too much, though…the second ultrasound I had with my daughter was in my twenty-eighth week, which meant that I already had to pee all the time anyway, so adding all that liquid was really uncomfortable.  Not only will I have this ultrasound today, but another one when I hit eighteen to twenty weeks.

Status update: my stomach feels ridiculously full and even though I emptied my bladder about ten minutes ago, I already have to go.  On top of that, I’m slightly sick to my stomach and only bound to get worse.  Also, I’m only halfway done with my fluids. 

Back to the subject of multiple ultrasounds.  Here in the north in our primitive facilities, we generally are asked to have one ultrasound at around eighteen weeks, as I mentioned before.  I had my first pregnant ultrasound at that time, but the results came back with the potential of something wrong with my baby (my now two year old daughter), so I was sent back in for another at twenty-eight weeks.  After my first ultrasound in my second pregnancy came back normal, I was very happy to not have to have another one.  However, due to the shape and size of my womb when I was in early labour with my son, they thought he was transverse or breech.  Turns out he was head down, but his head was up really high (which led to being stuck in a bed with an IV in my arm for six hours, but that’s another story).  Again, an ultrasound was necessary to determine this.  Fortunately, they scrapped the idea of removing amniotic fluid via a gigantic needle (basically, amniocentesis, just late in pregnancy and not for testing). 

So here I am, getting the first of at least two ultrasounds in this pregnancy, and I’m telling myself that the reason I’m doing it is to dispel the concerns of twins that are rolling around in my mind.  It was my husband who mentioned twins when I told him my symptoms were like a combination of both previous pregnancies.  I could have kicked him.  But it is literally true; with my daughter, I got sick from eating certain things, but if I avoided them, I wasn’t so bad.  With my son, as long as I ate like crazy and never got hungry, I wouldn’t get sick.  I was also very tired with him.  This baby is taking it out of me big time, though.  Sick all the time and tired nearly all the time, regardless of what I eat or don’t eat and how much sleep I get. 

Well, time is up, but I still have one glass left.  One thing I could mention is that my first ultrasound with my daughter, I drank all the water I was supposed to drink and then promptly threw it all up and had to start over.  I have also had one ultrasound (can’t remember which one at the moment) where I drank all the fluid and then was told I had too much and to go and “pee some of it”.  Have you ever tried to “pee some”?  It’s impossible (particularly when your bladder is full and has been full for awhile).  It’s either all or nothing.

Well, time to start rounding things up and finishing my drinking and trying to stay busy enough to ignore my urgent need for the bathroom.  Less than two hours to go and I can relieve myself.  Hooray!


Two hours later: Went for the ultrasound, thought I was going to die, told the tech that I might wet the bed if he didn’t let me get rid of some of it and was told to “pee up to this line” on a cup.  Amazingly enough, it was possible and it made me feel better (although I still had to run when the test was done).  The unfortunate thing is that it’s too early for them to see the baby.  Oh, well.  I’ll just have to wait awhile to have my thoughts of twins settled.  I’m certainly not looking forward to another one of these, though.