Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Not really sure where to start, since it's been so long since I've blogged here. The rest of my pregnancy went very well. I was feeling great, even when I was overdue. At my 41 week check, my blood pressure was a little high, but the doctor was more concerned with the placenta. Apparently after a while the placenta can begin to die off, which of course is not good news. They had me come in again 3 days later to continue checking it. At this visit my blood pressure was still high, and there was more protein in my urine than there should have been. They sent me to the hospital for observation overnight (concerned about preeclampsia), and my blood pressure remained quite high.
The next morning I was induced. I'd been induced once before, and NEVER wanted to do that again. But to keep my little guy safe, I didn't have a problem with it at all. I had really wanted to try to labor and deliver in the water, but because I was induced, I couldn't do that, so I opted for an epidural. I'm so glad I did! I was only in labor for about 5 hours (by far my shortest). The delivery itself was beautiful. I loved that everything was calm and peaceful for his arrival. One of my daughters was able to stay in the room to videotape him as soon as he was born. There were several interns who had asked to be present for the delivery, and one of them actually came to me teary-eyed afterward to thank me for letting her witness it. It was the first time she had seen a birth, and she was wowed by what a beautiful experience it was. All I could think was, "Honey, you'd be singing a very different tune if I hadn't had that epidural!" But I didn't really know how to tell her that, and she'd find out soon enough on her own that it isn't always such a pleasant experience, heehee.
The last 6 weeks have been good. I was put on medication for my high blood pressure, and have been able to stop that already. My family has been such a tremendous help to me! My oldest daughter pretty much took over my role in the house for the first couple of weeks after the baby was born. She did the grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry, and even drove me and the baby to doctor appointments. All three of my girls LOVE holding him. My youngest girl told me that he's going to grow up thinking he has three mommies, and I'm not one of them. I'm glad I'm nursing so I get a turn with him once in a while :-) He wants to be held almost all the time, so it's a good thing his sisters love him as much as they do.
I had my postpartum checkup this week, and everything is good. Physically, I'm doing great. I'm about 5 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight, and I'm very pleased with that. I've been tired, but haven't dealt with any health problems. I haven't dealt with any depression. I feel a little overwhelmed sometimes, like I can't quite keep my head above water. Homeschooling has been a challenge with caring for the baby. I'm feeling especially scattered this week, since both of our homeschool co-ops have started, and for some ridiculous reason I volunteered to teach at both of them, and I'm helping to run one of them. After we get through the first day of our other one I should feel a little calmer. I'm learning my new limits.
I'm excited to get back to exercising. I want to ease my way back into it. Nothing too demanding physically or time-wise. I've missed my hula hoop! And while I was pregnant I picked up a dvd with stability ball workouts that I had to wait to try. I'm looking forward to that. My oldest started taking Irish dancing this year, and today she taught me and my youngest daughter a little bit of it. Well, she tried. It took me a while to get the steps right. I'm not very good at it, but with practice I could get the hang of it. At any rate, it was fun, and we did a lot of laughing at ourselves.
Overall, life has been very good these past several months. I cannot overstate how in love I am with this baby! He's already lost that helpless newborn look (which I'm kinda sad about) and is starting to get chubby. Last week he started giving us real smiles- so wonderful! He's starting his baby talk (awaaahs and gwaaas and aaahooos), and we have some truly deep conversations :-) Yes, life is good.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Not a lot has been happening with me, health wise. I'm well into my 2nd trimester now, and have gotten a tiny bit of energy back, but I'm not feeling anywhere close to my normal energy level. I got a prenatal workout DVD. It has a cardio session and a yoga session on it. I tried the cardio session, and it was a great level of intensity for me. It was only a 20 minute workout, so it wasn't too long either. However, the day after I did that, I could barely move because I was so fatigued. I've decided to give up focusing on exercise until well after the baby is born. If I'm feeling sprightly, I'll go for it, but if not I won't worry about it. For now I'll focus on eating better. I don't get anywhere near enough fruits and veggies each day, so that's something I've been trying to improve on.
We found out several weeks ago that we're having a boy. After 3 girls, this will be something new and different. I just started feeling him kick this past week, and I this morning I could even feel it with my hand! I'm thankful to feel him move at all. I thought I had been, but couldn't tell if what I was feeling was food digesting or baby dancing around. I'm glad to know he's having fun in there :-) It makes me feel more connected to him when he reminds me of his presence.
Saturday, January 04, 2014
I've been feeling pretty good this week. My nausea seems to be subsiding. Some days I have more energy than others. I really can't complain about the nausea and fatigue. I really only had around 3-4 weeks of it. I think I'm starting to feel like regular me again. This morning I had enough energy to try a quick workout. I found one on Babyfit.com that uses a stability ball (I love my stability ball!), and was very excited. It was quite disappointing. It was only two exercises, and neither did anything that challenged me. So I popped in one of my cardio dance DVDs and did that as well. I feel better after that. It's good to work up a sweat after sitting around doing nothing for so long.
My middle daughter bought me a pedometer for Christmas, which is quite nice. Well, it will be after I figure out how to use it. I don't know what I'm doing, but somehow I keep resetting it. I only read through the instructions once, and I must have been tired at the time because I just wasn't getting it.
My tummy is starting to pop out now! At Christmas I could wear almost all of my clothes, but a week later I wore a pair of pants with a stretchy waistband, and they were uncomfortably tight. Granted, the elastic in this waistband is pretty firm- it doesn't have a lot of give to it. I loved this particular pair of pants because that waistband is a wide one, and it did a pretty good job of containing the remaining jiggly mass I had around my middle. Not anymore :-) Now I'm at the stage where my belly is poking out a little, displaying all the chubbiness I hadn't worked off yet that I used to be able to suck in and do a reasonable job of hiding. Now I just look fat. I want a shirt that says "baby" with an arrow pointing to my tummy, lol.
I'm kind of wondering if I might be having twins. I have been sooooo tired. I don't remember being this tired with my other babies. But, as my sweet husband reminds me, I'm 11 years older this time around. At one point I told him that I hoped it's twins because I can't imagine going through all of this again with a toddler. (We definitely want at least one more baby after this one, since our current youngest will be turning 18 when this one is 7. I would spoil the kid rotten for sure if he/she was my only one left for that long! Plus, I can't imagine him or her not having a sibling to hang out with. How lonely!) The other reason is that when I feel my tummy, it feels like my uterus is up a lot higher than it should be. Maybe it just feels that way because it's squishing other things out of place above it. At any rate, I'll be glad to go to the doctor and know for sure.
I'm really enjoying this pregnancy. I can't believe how blessed I am to be able to do this again.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Over the past several months my weight has pretty much stayed in the same range of 2-3 pounds. That range lowered by about 3 pounds in the past 6 months, so there really hasn't been any big change. Then a couple of weeks ago it started dropping significantly faster, which had me puzzled since I had all but quit exercising. I had been quite diligent about it before, but in the last month or so I stopped making time for it. I might work out once or twice a week, and that's it. And I wasn't being very careful about my nutrition either. It was more than a little confusing. I was happy about it, since it put me within a few pounds of my goal weight, but perplexed. I reached the conclusion that maybe what my body needs to lose weight is to be confused. Consistency makes it too easy for my body to be able to stay where it's at- it needs to be tricked into losing weight. Then yesterday I realized the real reason. I had been eating roughly the same amount of food, but now my body needs more. Why? Because... I'M PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!
I am so happy! I've been wanting more children for years. We haven't been actively trying, but we certainly haven't been doing anything to avoid becoming pregnant. We've been leaving it 100% in God's hands. If we had more kids, I wanted it to be because God planned it, and in His time. Anyway, I told my husband yesterday morning, and we told the kids after dinner in the evening. (We have 3 kids already, 16, 13 and 10.) Their reactions were pretty funny. I printed out 3 pictures of a baby the same gestational age as mine (which at this point looks like some sort of weird amoeba, so I didn't think they would know what they were looking at), and passed them out to the kids, face down, telling them we were going to play a game. We dished up dessert, and I took two pieces. On the count of three, I had them turn over their picture and try to guess what it was. The older two knew right away- I was surprised! Then I said, "Hmmm, Mom has to eat two desserts. Who can figure out why?" My oldest kept shouting, "Are you kidding?! Is this a joke?" My youngest went a little crazy with excitement. I think my older two were a little unsure at first, but by the end of the evening they seemed sincerely happy about it. My oldest even hugged my abdomen good night, goofy kid ;-)
I'm looking forward to telling our families at Thanksgiving. I'm thinking of doing something along the lines of thanking God for all four of my children and seeing how long it takes to sink in.
Anyway, I don't think I'll be seeing that goal weight for quite some time, but I'm ecstatic.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Last month at my daughter's dance recital, one of the tap classes performed a dance in which they used hula hoops. Not just plain old hula hoops- this was hooping in the dark with black lights, so their hula hoops, tights, face paint, accessories, etc. glowed. It was pretty cool, and all I could think was how to turn this into a fun class at our homeschool co-op. That would be one fun fitness class!
The only problem is that I don't know how to hula hoop. I don't think I ever have, even as a kid. I remembered seeing hooping workout dvd's in the past, so I got onto Netflix and got the first Hoopnotica dvd sent to my house. From that dvd and from what I've read online, I learned that an adult can't pick up a child's hula hoop and expect to be able to keep it going. They aren't large enough or heavy enough. But since that was all I had, and I wasn't about to drop $20 (or more) on an adult hoop just to try it out, I decided to give it a whirl and see what happened. They were right. I could get it around 4-6 times before it would fall, every time. The size wasn't that much of a problem. An adult hoop is supposed to reach somewhere between your naval and your ribcage. The one I have reaches about to the top of my hip. A little small, but not too bad. The problem was more the fact that it was too light. I decided to add some rice to it and seal it back up with my wonderful hubby's help. It worked like a charm! I was able to spin it somewhere in the teens the next day. I took a few days off to heal from the bruising (apparently this happens to every beginner, no matter what size or weight your hoop is), and the next time I tried I was spinning it in the 20s and 30s before it fell. Yesterday I got up into the 60s if I remember correctly, and today's highest number was 151! I'm eager to get better at it and learn some of the tricks they teach on the Hoopnotica dvd. After I master hooping around my waist, I should learn how to walk or turn in a circle while hooping. Then is on to hip hooping, and learning how to pass it from my waist to my hips and back. I think I might need to get a real adult hoop for these things. The smaller, heavier one takes more oomph and has to be spun faster to keep it going, and I don't know that I'll be able to do those tricks with the amount of speed and power that I have to use for it. Happily, I found a website that shows you how to make your own custom hoop for a fraction of the cost of the store bought ones. So I think I'll be good to go! I'm all about fitness on the cheap. Actually, I'm all about living on the cheap in general.
I'm finding that I really enjoy any exercise that feels like playing. I love anything that has dancing, and I can pretend I'm a little girl onstage again. I dream of taking dance classes again someday when my kids are grown and we have a little more financial wiggle room. I had a lot of fun with the bootcamp that used the stability ball (I think it might have been the Spring into Shape Bootcamp). And now I'm really digging the hula hoop. It's amazing how quickly the time flies by when I'm trying time and time again to beat my own record for that morning. It's too much fun to feel like work!
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