Monday, January 21, 2013

what a great weekend!

Even though I was still battling a cold, we decided to head out to visit our good friends and their babies in Atlanta this weekend.

I'm so glad we decided to go! (And not to postpone the visit!)

We arrived late Friday night, and I more or less went straight to bed.

Saturday morning, I got the baby up when he was crying, and started off a great day of playing with babies and catching up with college friends. The last time we visited was right before we found out we were expecting our baby, so it was exciting to see each other again!

We lounged around in pajamas for a while and then figured it was time to do something. My friend took her 3 year old to a birthday party and I took a nap. A little bit later, we fixed lunch and waited for our other college friend and her family to arrive -- a reunion of the summer beach crowd, in January!

The two older kids (3.5 and 4) are old enough to run around together in the backyard, so we let them do that, while the baby took a nap, and we adults sat around on the patio eating brownies and chatting.

IT WAS PERFECT. Not too hot, not too cold, a little sunny but we were in the shade, all of that good stuff.

We went out to supper and ice cream, then sent the kids to bed and watched a movie.

Sunday morning, my good friend's photographer sister took some pictures of sweet hubby and me -- we never had engagement photos taken, so these were kind of like that -- at a park and then on some train tracks -- hopefully a few of them will be cute. We were looking at it as one of our last chances to get pictures of just the two of us before the baby becomes really obvious -- although I'm sure my little belly will show up in some of the pictures.

We were on time for church, too, even after taking pictures, and had a delicious lunch, then had to pack up and head home.

I LOVE visiting these friends -- the only thing we ever schedule is time to hang out and play.

It was a GREAT weekend. (And my cold is mostly gone, too!)

Sunday, January 13, 2013

I'll need some accountability, Please and Thank You

I just made a couple of splurgy little purchases...

This pack of sewing patterns...

Some hot pink bamboo jersey knit...

And over the coming few days, after that fabric arrives, I'll be out shopping for notions...(elastic, matching thread, ball point needles, maybe even a double needle).

And hopefully, I will be able to figure out a few things:
- how to sew on my brand new sewing machine that sweet hubby bought me for Christmas (since I broke my old machine almost a year ago and have been missing it!)

- how to sew knits!

- how to make my own maternity clothes! (really, this seems like my only option at the moment for sewing for myself -- I can't really make tops or dresses with woven fabrics that won't stretch or have extra room and realistically expect to wear them this year!)

So...hopefully writing this here will help me be accountable for actually putting together the supplies I've paid for. My goal: to finish a dress before the end of February. That's totally reasonable for my supplies to arrive and for me to have a few good weekend hours for working on a fun project for myself.

Eep! I'm excited and hope it works out well!

Saturday, January 12, 2013

i am...

getting ready for yoga class

glad it's the weekend again

making more cinnamon rolls this weekend (thank you for the addiction, pioneer woman.)

overwhelmed by the amazing faithfulness of my God

looking forward to two short weeks of school (thank you, Dr. King.)

super emotional (thank you, pregnancy hormones.)

praying for Kristen Sullivan and her family she cares for her 2 year old and newborn while her husband is in the hospital with an inoperable, end-of-life stage brain tumor that was discovered two days ago (thank you for saying a prayer for them, too).

hoping my students remember on Monday the behavior lessons that my partner teacher says "clicked" Friday afternoon.

browsing maternity clothes online even though the only kind of bump I have so far is lots of bloating.

counting down the days until I'm past the first trimester to make public announcements in real life, or at least not try to keep the secret.

feeling happy and content this morning.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Well, that was unexpected.

(probably TMI today....fair warning.)

I woke up for about the third time around 4:30 on Sunday morning, went to the bathroom, and new something was not right. Even in the dark (just a nightlight in the bathroom for mid-night bathroom runs -- helps me fall back asleep faster), I could tell that there was some bleeding going on.

So I sat there for a while, and checked again.

More blood.

I started to sniffle a little, then it escalated into full on weeping.

I woke sweet hubby up.

I panicked.

I mean, really, really panicked.

He had to call the doctor's office for me.

At almost 5:00 in the morning, on a weekend.

The answering service had my doctor call us back.

She sounded pretty sleepy, but advised me to stay home, stay quiet, not lift anything, and only go to the emergency room if the bleeding got worse. She finished with "call the office on Monday, come in, and we'll check you."


Thank you, 5 a.m. sleepy doctor, for not reassuring me AT ALL. I sobbed for at least another hour before falling back asleep, sweet hubby holding me the whole time.

I woke up again around 9 a.m. still totally freaked out, but fortunately, bleeding less. And crying a little less, but still crying a lot.

My good friend Dr. Google was actually very good to me -- instead of making me think of worse case scenarios, it allowed me to entertain the possibility that everything was normal and that I had less to worry about.

When my dad texted and then texted again and then called to offer us a ride to church, I ignored the phone. Sweet hubby answered when my dad tried again, at the house number, and said we weren't going to make it to church. I couldn't talk to anyone.

My sister called to see if we would make it to lunch -- sweet hubby, again, ran interference and said no.

I texted my partner teacher -- she found a sub for me and called in sick for me, and said they would start praying.

I texted roommate -- she started praying for us.

Then I took a nap.

I spent the day alternating between sleeping and crying, with my fear easing more and more as the bleeding stopped and stayed stopped. I still managed, even with basically sleeping all day, to sleep all night (except for the million bathroom breaks, but that seems to be par for the course right now).

My doctor's office opens at 8:30, but it wasn't until closer to 8:45 that they finally switched the phone system on (from the answering service message). How soon could I come in? 20 minutes -- long enough to throw on clothes and find a parking spot.

Sweet hubby already had the day off work today, so he went with me. We arrived, waited a few minutes, and then were called back for the basic vitals check -- pee in a cup, blood pressure, weight check.

Then we waited about an hour and a half before we were called again, led across the hall, and surprised with an ultrasound.

The ultrasound tech did a WHOLE LOT to help me feel relief -- she showed us the baby and the baby's heartbeat, and when she wanted to measure other things, she turned the screen a little so I couldn't see what she was doing. I'm sure it is her job to keep potentially bad news for the doctor to reveal, but just seeing the baby was AMAZING.

That the baby was/is still there and still alive? AMAZING. I felt like a huge weight was lifted off my chest.

When she finished, she led us to another waiting area, where we probably waited 30 minutes to be shown into the doctor's office. Then we waited probably 30 minutes in the doctor's office for him -- he came in and out a few times, grabbing papers and excusing himself -- "I'm not really here yet!" "I'll be back soon, I promise!". Once he was finally able to sit down with us, he gave me the good and the "keep an eye on this" news.

For now, the baby is fine and healthy.

However, there is a big spot on the ultrasound of blood hemorrhaging near the baby.

And, unrelated to this saga, I have several cysts that will probably need to be dealt with post-baby, that I was unaware of.

The odds are 90% that the baby will be fine, 10% that the threatened miscarriage will happen.

I'm clinging to that 90%.

So it was unexpected, but also kind of exciting to see the baby. It was unexpected to spend the day home from school today, sleeping off the excitement.

It was WONDERFUL to see how my community rallied around me, surrounding us in prayer, and celebrating when we were able to relate good news.

And as a bonus, we were able to take my Mama to lunch, and while there we ran into roommate and another long-lost friend who agreed to sit with us. It was such a celebration -- relief pouring forth, the bear hugs, catching up from the holidays and talking about future plans.

I'll go back to school tomorrow, turning this week into a four day week for me, and then have a short week next week and the week after, too, because of Professional Development and Martin Luther King Day. And then I should be a lot closer to the end of the 1st trimester, and hopefully beginning to regain some energy.

If you made it this far, please PRAY for me -- peace of mind, that I'm part of the 90%, that the baby stays healthy in there....I definitely appreciate it!