Ways to Induce Labor.

Now, before you get all pissy and wonder why in the world I am posting this, it's because alot of woman would like to know. If your not the type of person to believe in this, that's fine, this isn't a post for you to read.
However; if you  are interested, please remember this: I am NOT a doctor. Nor, do I claim to be. Not everything on this list is proven to work. Talk to your doctor before taking any herbs.

1.Nipple Stimulation: To do this, you can place a warm cloth on both breasts for five minutes and/or massage each breast for ten minutes. Gently roll the nipple and stop when you feel a contraction. This causes us ladies to release it's own natural oxytocin.If this method works for you, you should start to feel the beginning of contractions after 20 minutes.
2.Sex: Yes, I know. This doesn't sound to appealing to a woman who has been carrying a child for nine months and is swollen and can't feel her toes. This also isn't a way to actually induce. It helps the cervix get short and soft. The prostaglandins in his semen causes this. It has been said it can cause contractions, but don't think it WILL start them for sure. Also, again, the oxytocin (from nipple stimulation) when we have an orgasim causes contractions, which works hand and hand with his semen.
3.Castor Oil: This can provide positive results if you are in early labor, or near it. However; it's side effects aren't to amazing. Castor oil is a laxative. It's belived that because it starts spasms in the intenstines, it will start to make the uterus contract, which could lead to labor. Or, just a nasty spouts of direahha and vomiting. You can drink up to 4 ozs of it mixed with oj, coke, or something you like to drink. You will want to drink it quickly, as even the odorless and tastless kind is still unpleasent.
4.Raspberry Leaf Tea: Drinking this is supposed to help tone the uterus, so if and when a contraction happens, it will make it much more defined and actually make it contract harder and longer (which if that keeps up, you will dilate). Your only supposed to start drinking this at 32 weeks. I persoanlly waited untill 37. Thank goodness I did, it send me into false labor. Drink up to three cups a day.
5.Spicy Food: If you are prone to having belly aches after eating spicy foods anyhow, this might do the trick for you. It can irratate your uterus, which can stimulate contractions and lead to labor.
6.Walking: This helps the baby move his/hers way into the canal, and helps the baby engage.

Where's my Sanity?

Where did the time go? I am 38 weeks today! Only 14 more days (give or take a few) untill I won't have a watermelon (as babycenter says this is how big baby is) in my womb, but a newborn in my arms. I have already been throught the nesting stage. So that means all lil Rilan's clothes are put up and ready to go. His bottles are washed and put up. Everything and everyone is waiting on him. I now wish I had something to do to make these short two weeks fly by. However; I don't. I have been literally overpowering my brain to find something to do. I am at home 24/7, unless hubby wants to go out. I am on maternity leave and I am going crazy just counting down the days. I guess I could clean, but honestly, I don't think I could if I tried.I can't bend over, squat or hardly walk. How on Earth am I going to mop and sweep? Uggh.

False Alarm #1.

I am 37 weeks and 5 days today. I drank some Raspberry Tea last night, as it is supposed to help with labor when it decides to come along. Well, I woke up at 3:30 with a horrible contraction. I got up and walked and it died down a bit. As soon as I would get still I would hurt in my back. Crawling into bed at 4:30 I accidently woke the hubby up. I told him I would time them and for him to go back to sleep. Well I finally passed out at 5:30 and woke up again at 8:30 with the toddlers. My back was hurting, but nothing too bad. But as the day rolled out, it got much worse. I called my dr and told her what I was expericing and she said to come in. I seriously thought it was time. I couldn't talk, I could hardly walk and sitting was IMPOSSIBLE.
Get to labor and delivery and guess what? It STOPS. Instantly. Rilan is seriously picking on me. Even more devastating? I got checked and all those contractions were for nothing!! I am still 1 and a wiggle and baby's head isn't even engaged yet! She could fell his head, but he would kinda float up when she touched it. Bleh. Good news is I am completely done with work untill 6 weeks postpartum. Let the waiting game begin...again.

37 week check up.

Well, we went in for my 37 week check up yesterday all excitied about seeing our little man one last time before we meet him. The ultrasound went good! Even though he is head down we got a little bit of a good view of his face. He does indeed have chubby cheeks. He is estimated at 7lbs 5ozs as of now. So a big healthy boy we will be meeting soon. However; we did get some news we was unprepared to hear. My blood pressure was alot higher than normal. 142/89. Usually it is only 110/70. They checked it three times and everytime it was higher than my doctor's comfort range. She is making me stay out of work untill Saturday and I have to go back Friday for another check up. They also sent me to the lab corp office for some blood work. She is worried about PIH. (Pregnancy Induced Hypertension) My face, hands and legs are swollen to the point it's painful, I have indeed have had some visual problems and I had rapid weight gain two weeks ago. (I'm talking 6 pounds in one week). I have to wait untill after two today to get my blood results back. I am nervous, but hope all is well.

On the road!

Alright ladies and gents!We are now making progress! I went to the bathroom as soon as I walked in from work. (This is m y daily routine, as our bathrooms at work aren't worth a darn). When I wiped I saw a huge glob of snot that was thick, and cream colored. It was one of those YUCK things, but when I remember it was my plug (which no doesn't have to have any blood in it as my doctor told me) I grew excitied! I was almost tempted to take the toilet paper out to the hubby to see for himself. But I figured his friends would then forever tease him as having the wife who is too open about what comes from her vay-jay. Hahaha. So I flushed it down the drain. I now feel acomplished. I know now that my body is doing something to prepare itself for labor. Yes!

Clara's Labor Story.

As the date approaches where I will be posting about Rilan's delivery, I decided I will bless you all with the lovely labor stories I had with my two children. Braden's is for another post another day.

I was over due with my daughter in June. I got tired of it and decided I was going to walk untill my swollen feet wouldn't carry me any further. I even took a spoonful of castrol oil before I went to bed that night! I woke up around 6 am the next morning (July 1st) with some serious cramping. It literally felt like I had to take a huge poop. I tried and tried, and still nothing. I thought this was odd, because castrol oil is supposed to cause bowl movement. So being the dummy I am, I go into the kitchen, grab the oil and take a swig like it was a nice cold can of Dr.Pepper. (I still shiver when I think about that.) I called my boyfriend and let him know that I was hurting and to please come see me. (I had my first two out of widlock with a man I got too involved with too quick). He gets to my house about 10:00. At this point, I feel like I am dying and about to start my period. At around 11 something, I finally pass some stuff outta my system. But when I stand up something makes a clunk sound on the  toilet seat. My plug landed on the toilet seat! Ewww. We headed to the hospital where I was checked, then allowed to walk a bit and then checked again. I was told to go home.
So I slowly and sadly drag myself to the car. When I get home, I take a shower and eat a little bit and by 6 I am dying! I get to the hospital at 7:25 and I am finally admitted. I was a wuss. I won't lie. I had an epidoral with her at 5 centimeters, BEFORE they broke my water. Finally, at 2:23 am I get permission to push. So I push. And push. Possibly grunted some, and pushed again. And right when I am starting to beg them to get her out, they tell me she is crowning. My daughter entered the world at 3:35 am and weighed 8lbs 6ozs and was 21 1/2 inches long. They had to cut me to get her shoulders out, and let me tell you my friends, that hurt worse than her crowning!

Big belly? No, BIG BABY!

So we went in for the 36 week check up. I only gained 1 lb and everything else was big. My usual midwife Beth is a talkative person and loves loves loves to talk about my pregnancy. However; today that was different. She measured my belly and a look of deep concern came across her face. She looked at me and said, "We need to get you into the ultrasound room."

So next thing we know we are sitting in the waiting room, waiting for a word from Beth saying the lady was ready. Unfortunatly for us, the lady was booked all day. So Beth scheduled me for one Tuesday (which is week 37 and my hubby and I's anniversary). If he is big, we are talking about inducing. So exciting!!

Momma-Drama

So tomorrow I will be exactly 36 weeks pregnant. Wow. I have been pregnant a whole 36 weeks, which is two hundred and freakin fifty-two days! It seems like only yesterday we had our miscarriage before getting blessed with this miracle.  I still grieve over that lose! And here I am, about to be a mother to a newborn all over again! In a way, I am excitied. I mean, who wouldn't be? Bringing another life into this world is an amazing experience, no matter how many times you  have been through it. However; I am skeptical. I am worried that I will not be the best mom that I should be to all three of my children. Will I make one feel neglected? How would I get everyone out in case of a house fire? Will one child become jealous because of  all the attention a newborn demands? All these thoughts and many more race throough my head nightly. I only know I can do my best and be the mother I know I can be. Yes, sometime's I lock myself in the bathroom for a few minutes just to regain my cool. And yes, it is OK for my children to eat lucky charms for breakfast once or twice a week. No, my children can't count to 20 in Spanish, and yes, they still skip alot of letters in their ABC's. BUT, they are happy, healthy and at peace in our home. They have a full tummy everynight, they are in a warm house, they have shoes on their feet and they have people here who love them. That alone lets me know I am doing good now. I can only hope in these short few weeks that I have left with only being a mommy to two gives us a chance to bond even deeper, and let's them see no matter if mommy is busy feeding the baby or not, I will always be there mommy as well.

Vent.

So my lovely husband and I don't have a WW3 because I have so much on my stress, I really need to vent!
 Dear Work,
I completely understand the fact you like us to look professional. I understand that you don't care about a pregnant woman's comfort. What I don't understand is how I was able to wear drawstring pants from the time I was three months pregnant up untill now without a single problem, and NOW I have to find maternity slacks to wear. I leave for maternity leave in 2 weeks! Do you honestly think I am going to spend 55 dollars on a pair of pants I will be wearing for two weeks. Cause Lord knows I won't wear slacks when I am here at home on maternity leave! On top of that, no one in my town sells maternity anything! So I must travel to get them. And to make matters worse, you gave me a one day's grace to find them! I hate to tell you, but the family and I had plans for tonight and I will be darned if you think I am going to buy pants in a different town than spend quality time with my family!
Dear lovely hubby,
I love you with all my heart. I love everything almost everything about you! But, I do understand we all have flaws. And I know that no one likes to talk about their own flaws. However; I want you to know that I find your dirty socks in our bed as I lay down to go to bed everynight. That's my love, is not attractive!

Dear Clara and Braden,
My lovely toddlers. You two are pretty freakin amazing! But why must you wake up at 7:00 on the dot every morning? It doens't matter if mommy puts you to bed at 7:00 pm or 11:00 pm, you are up bright and early. (And in this case, before the sun!) Momma would love to sleep just thirty more minutes. Please...

Dear Rilan,
I understand you are completely content in my womb. It's gotta be amazing to be catered to the way you are. However; I am asking you nicely to please stop sticking your toes in my ribs while I am sitting down. Also, could you try to work on not hitting my bladder whenever I stand up? It would be highly appreciated.Can't wait to meet you!

6 FREAKIN pounds!?

Well, I had my 35th week check-up today, and let me tell you. I have had better visits! First off, I wasn't able to see the midwife that I always do. I got some woman named Peggy. I figured that since Beth (my usual midwife) was on call, I might as well try the one that my husband's friends loved and adored. But we will get to her later! As usual, at every doctor appointment they check your urine, weight and blood pressure. Well, I had to pee in a regualr bathroom and carry my urine sample to the lab. Yuck. Like everyone wants to see a 9 month pregnant woman waddling down the hall with a cup of her own pee right after lunch time! And to make matter worse, I stepped on the scale and I gained 6!!! YES! 6 freakin pounds! And this is since LAST week! And I am sitting there thinking, "How the hell?" .
Okayy, NOW on to the wonderful *cough* Peggy. She calls me from the waiting area and leads the hubby and I to the room she would be seeing us in. She then proceeds to tell me to undress from the waist down. Today I am getting the Group B Strep Test. First of all, those things are bad enough. Second of all, I am meeting this woman for the first time and she wants to get THAT close and personal! Well, after we waited a few minutes she comes in and looks at my chart. She looks and me and says, "6 pounds? In a week!?" I shake my head yes, still wondering how the hell? She then looks at my ankels and says, "THATS why! Your retaining water!" Great. Just freakin great! Just when I thought I was gonna get lucky this go around and not retain any, my legs start to look like tree trunks. Bleh. But get this! That darn Peggy measured my fundal and never told me what I was measuring! Didn't tell me lil mans heart rate! AND didnt ask if we had questions! WTF!?!? So when we got to the front desk I looked the lady in the eye and said, "I want to see Beth, whatever day next week she is open, I will TAKE IT."

Ha. Wonder how Miss.Peggy felt about THAT!

Things They DIDN'T Warn You About Being A Mother!

I don't know about all you other mom's out there, but with my first pregnancy I studied everything I could about pregnancy. I signed up for weekly pregnancy emails from babycenter.com and thebump.com. I read the all famous, "What to Expect When Your Expecting." and I watched every single episode of Birth Stories, Bringing Home Baby and Deliver Me. I thought, "Well, I got this down pat." And I felt great and like I was going to know every detail about my child the instint she was born. Ha ha. Ladies, laugh with me here. I am on my third pregnancy and I find myself thinking to myself, "They didn't say anything about THIS in my research from a few years back." as I watch my children day in and day out. So, I decided I would start a list of what I wish I was warned about.

1. Sometimes, you just HAVE to smell that brown substance on the wall. It could be either pudding, chocolate or yahhhh....we all don't want to think about that last bit.
2. When eating out, your children will find every possible way to touch the ladies hair that is sitting in the booth behind you.
3. It isn't unusual to have to act happy that your child is indeed getting his boogers out of his own nose.
4. And sometimes you have to take the booger from him so he isn't upset.
5. No matter how many times you tell the children not to touch the clean clothes in their drawers, you find yourself washing the same clothes daily, but yet you still have seen your child wear it.
6. They love to eat! It doesn't even have to taste good. Chips, french fries and (yuck) dog food and your child is in heaven. *Editor's note: No ladies, I have never intended to give my children this for dinner. But I can promise you, they wouldn't mind it!"
7. A spotless floor will no longer exist. Ever.
8. You can go to bed at the same time as the kids, and still wake up with less than 10% of the energy they have.
9. You find yourself worrying when your children are being quiet.
10. The bathroom is no longer a private time.

Never got the memo.

The baby shower was a blast! No drama, and my SIL busted her butt to make it just perfect! I couldn't have been more pleased with the baby blue and white ribbons all over her house! Or all the balloons. I didn't know everyone there as his mom and sister planned it, so it was alot of there friends. But it went great! And ohhhh lordy the stuff  we got! We got some blankets, wipes, size 1 Swaddler Diapers and oodles of clothes. I expected that would happen. That's why I only spent (no lie) 35 dollars total for his clothing :o We also got a bouncer, a swing and the traveling set that comes with a CAR SEAT (yes yes yes!!!) and a stroller. AND they are all Winnie the Pooh. Which, I do wish I was told what theme it was so I could buy the matching crib set, which is just cars and airplanes. We also got socks, a baby moniture, a baby book, and those little mittens you put on wee one's hands. And the diaper bag is amazing! I am a zebra print freak!! And somehow, Robert's aunt managed to find a Zebra Print large tote that zips up and has ribbon on the strap. AND they got his name embroidered on the front in Baby Blue. :) So now, the hubby and I are out and about buying the last few needs, such as more bottles, some more diapers, a diaper genie and the wondefrul invention called a Boopie Pillow:)

Updates on the pregnancy: I am 35 weeks today! Only 5 more to go! And I am so ready! I have a constent back ache, I am ill and I pee every 45 minutes! He has dropped already as well! Which is unusual for the third baby, but I am NOT complaning. I no longer have heartburn and I can breath! Thank Goodness!

Say what?

Well,as you know from my last post, I had a check up yesterday. My weight was okay. I will never say it's good or great as I have now gained 39 pounds this pregnancy! My blood pressure was awsome. And I didn't have to wait forever and amen to see my favorite midwife. My fundal measurement is 36, I was only 34 weeks and 2 days yesterday. She then asked me how large my other two children were. My daughter was 8 pounds 6 ozs while my son followed close behind at 8 pounds 6 ozs. She nodded her head and said, "This one is following close." Robert then says, "He's gonna be 9 pounds." And I started to roll my eyes when Beth said, "Very good possiblity." I blinked at her wide eyed. I wanted to scream! A NINE pound baby?? How? Did I do something wrong!? So she informed me that next week I will come back for my Group B strep test. And the next week after that possibly a ultra sound on my 36 week check up to determine just how big lil man is in there!

On to other news: My baby shower is tommorrow! I am very excitied, but nervous at the same time. My sister-in-law and mother-in-law planned it, and they invitied all their friends and family. I am pretty sure I only know a handful of them. However; I really don't have any room to complain. They planned it, bought everything, and my sil is holding it out her house. How nice:) I did however beg her to let me do something. I am the type of person who loves to do crafts and stuff, so she assigned me the favors. I was estatic! Okayy, how many do I need to make? And she drops the bomb. 30. As she says this, my little fingers started to throb already! So...my mom and I went to the Dollar Tree *gotta save that dough* and picked out 30 of those 4 ounce bottles and a bunch of candy! Also, some ribbon and little things to tie onto the ribbon. Such as those little baby stroller pieces many use to lay out on tables for decoration at baby showers. It took me 4 hours to get them just right, but I did it:)

34 weeks

And 2 days. (Just to be exact.) So far, babycenter is saying my Rilan is around 4.7 pounds and 18 inches long. That's it! It feels like I am carrying a toddler in there!
Here recently, I have noticed just how different your third pregnancy is different from the first and the second ones. In your first, if your home and tired, by all means take a nap! With your second pregnancy, you lay your first born down for a nap and take one along with him/her. Well, in your third pregnancy, your a miracle worker if you get both kids down so you can sleep! Also, with this pregnancy, my body is all stretched out and ligaments are loose. Bleh. Which means by the time I fall asleep I am getting up going pee. After that it takes me a while to fall back asleep because I am hurting so bad! And even more good news: My feet and face are starting to swell up. I am getting stretch marks on my left side. AND I have officialy gained 38 (!!!) pounds so far! And I still have five weeks and five days to go! :/

Well, I have a doctor appoinment today, so I will post later about how lovely the meeting was.

Sorry long time.

Okayy, okayy. Shot me. I haven't blogged in almost a month. I am sorry. I have been having some complication's with the pregnancy that has made me want to do nothing!

I woke up Sunday with the stomach flu, thanks to my dear hubby and children. However, I didn't get the horrible diherra *tmi* but I was blessed with the magical vomiting. I slept mose of the day and felt just fine before going to bed that night.
I woke up Monday morning like every typical morning, to screaming kids, and so I get up and start to make breakfast while the children are in a trance to Scooby-Doo. As I am trying to tell Braden that he can't get Kool-Aid instead of milk the phone rings. It's work. They need me. NOW. So I finish doing what I started and I wake up the hubby. Then, I have to go pee. I go just fine, no problem, no aches. I look at my toilet paper after I wipe (habit sorry) and I notice a pink fluid like discharge. I call my doctor on my way to work. She calls me back after I am at work and tells me to come in. So I call the hubby and off we go.
We get to the clinic and she does a FFN test (which sees if your going to go into labor in the next 2 weeks) and sends me to labor and delivery to be hooked up to the moniture untill I get my test results back.
We get there and I get all hooked up and we are waiting what seems like a century when a blonde woman comes in and tells me, "You are severly dehydrated. We are going to be giving you some fluids. Also, we need to get another urine sample, so we will be getting a CATHATAR for ya soon." Uggggghhh. Are you serious?? So we get all the fluids in me and get my nasty urine sample and finally we get my test results back. NEGATIVE! Which is good! Not going into labor for 2 weeks will put me at 35 weeks which is close enough for me and my dr to be okayy with! :) Did we ever find out what the pink stuff was? Best better believe it! My cervix is short, thin and dilated to a 1! Whooo hoo! Go baby Rilan!

To whom it may concern.

Whoever made those wonderful Red Box movie rentals for Wal Mart, I want to give you a standing ovation! I used to be the kind of person who hated to walk into Block Buster just to pay an arm and a leg for renting a movie that I possibly wouldn't like. But who ever the dear maker is, changed that! I can walk into Wal Mart and do shopping and on my way out look at what movies are avaible to rent. And if I am suspious of not liking them, or I am just not sure, it doesn't hurt to rent them! Only a dollar a day! You can't beat that! And the way the family and I watch movies, we could rent 3 at the same time and only be charged for one day on all of them! Thank you so much, maker of these wonderful, mom-friendly, machines! You have saved me alot of time and money!

Almost Forgot!

As you all know, I am indeed a married woman. However: many of you probably didn't know I got marride at the court house. I never got to walk down the aisle. I was devastated at first. I wanted MY day! But then I relized how selfesh I was being. Why did it matter if I got married in a 5 star hotel or a court house? I was marrying the person I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. I was marrying someone who took my children from a previous relationship underneath his wing and is treating them like he is going to Rilan when he is born. But, now for the exciting part! Robert and I discussed it and we are going to renew our vows summer of 2012! Yes, the devastating year where the year is going to just stop and halt and come to an end. I couldn't be happier. With three children, we will be on a budget. So I am going to be posting blogs about how I am planning the vow renewal and saving money by doing it DIY. YAY!

Take A Number!

Ohh the lovely thought of being off on a week-day. The thought of being able to stay under the blankets just an extra 20 minutes. How a pregnant woman loves the sound of that! Does it ever happen? Well if so, it didn't work out that way for me. This morning I woke my hubby up because his friend J was here. Robert got up and even watched and fed the kids for me. So yes, I did get to stay in the nice warm bed for an extra 10 minutes, if that. Next thing I know, Roberts walking in the room. "Honey, where is my brown sweat pants?" then Clara right behind him. "Momma, where is my remote" and of course Braden had to come in at the exact moment, "Mommy, where is Lighting McQueen!" As he goes into sobs. I am now sitting up in the bed, hair looking like something from a horror movie, and I'm the killer. I look from each and everyone of them and start to cry. Scratch that: SOB! Blame it on the horomones, but I was not happy about being asked all those questions at once! So I have finally decided what I am going to do as my project for the day off. I am going to make a sign that says: MOM IS BUSY. TAKE A NUMBER! And I will have little numbers hanging from it. Maybe it will help keep my sanity!

30 Week Check-Up

After waiting forever to be seen, and me moaning about waiting because I was thirsty and hot, we finally got to meet the actually doctor. I have only been visiting a Mid Wife. I had to meet the doctor just once, just in case I need a c-section or something goes horribly wrong. But anyhow, here is how everything is looking:
My heart rate=110
Rilan's heart rate=159
My weight=+3
Fundal Height=31

The doctor asked me how big my other children were and she seemed surprised when I told her both were over eight pounds. She kinda sighed and said, "Well, that explains it. I was getting ready to tell you that you have alot of baby in that short body!" I am only 5ft, so yes, I am short. I only measured a week ahead of schedule, but my midwife whom I have seen since the first doctor appointment, has me measuring for two weeks ahead. So when I am around 36 weeks they will do an ultra sound to determine how big lil man really is.

My clinic is now giving out the H1N1 shots, which, to be honest, I DID not intend to get. The doctor, on the other hand, had other thoughts. She kept insisting I do it. I kept being the obstanent woman I am and refusing. Finally, my husband got tired of it and said, "She will do it! MY GOD" hehe. So off I go to the place where they take my weight and Iron and all that nice stuff. I fill out some paper work and waited(and dreaded) for my name to be called. It wasn't bad, just the medicine you get is cold. The nurse told me it was like 2 degrees, so it burnt like hell..

Dear Blue-Colored Kool-Aid in my fridge,

Yes, you do look delightfully yummy. And yes, my mouth is pretty dry from the thirst! Of course I am to stubborn to drink plain ol' water, which I should be doing. I hate milk and the tea that my husband picked out and bought has a lemony taste. Yuck. Your my only hope and your calling my name everytime I think about walking into the kitchen. But I musn't give in to you! I already have heartburn. You, my dear, attractive blue kool-aid, would only trigger the heartburn to fight harder and stronger to the point I am about to pass out from the pressure. Errrr. I must drink plain water then. Hmmpp. You and I are going to have a personally conversation after I have Rilan. Be sure of it!

Sincerely,
The pregnant woman who just has to place a finger on you everytime she opens the fridge and then slowly closes it with a deep sigh.

30 weeks

Here is what my email updates had to tell me about this week of my pregnancy.
From the Bump: My massive belly and nighttime heart burn might be making sleep difficult to come by. MIGHT be is understatment of the year! Baby is about the size of a squash. (Didn't an email tell me this last week!?) His grip is now strong enough to grip a finger. Which is a ver

Vent!

I am generally a happy person. I can laugh at a joke that is about myself, I can crack one up on you just as well. However, my hormones have decided otherwise. I have many things I would love to scream and rant about. So, to keep everyone I hold dear ears' from bursting and to save my lungs and throat, I will vent here.
To dearest MIL (mother in law): Just because you and the hubby's ex fiancee are dear friends DOES NOTmean I must accpect her and INVITE her to my baby shower! Robert was hurt by her, she hurt YOUR son, and doesn't even feel BAD about it! And YOUR wanting to invite her to the baby shower you DIDN'T even want to plan!?
To the co-worker I will call D: D, I understand you worked up untill the day you went into labor. I understand you came back to work a week after you had Zoey. No biggie. But MUST you throw it in my face? I am sorry, I would like to relax and sleep as much as possible before I have the baby. I won't be getting any for a while after he is born! I, sweetheart, have two toddlers so I KNOW what I am in for. You was pregnant with your first. You had no clue what was ahead of you. Okayy? You came back a week after your c section. Bravo to you! For my sanity *and your feelings* you won't want me back a week after I deliver this baby!
To GEICO: The money you could be saving with Geico my butt! Every month you find a way to raise our fee! Even after many calls of calling you and going over what we do and don't want, you continue to keep it on our bill! You have 24/7 claim helpers? Bull! I tried to call and file a claim at 8:30 pm one night and when I pressed "2" to file a claim I got this lovely message: "I'm sorry. The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service. Please hang up and try Again." WTF! So I had to go online and file it that way! And today, Progressive came to look at the car and gave us our check to have the car repaired. This was at 10:00 am this morning. Then we get a call from you at 6:17 pm stating you have yet to recieve the accident report itself? We faxed it to you five days ago! And thats counting business days! You better believe I won't suggest you to anyone! It's so easy a Caveman can do it? No, Cavemen are the only stupid ones to put up with your bull!
To GA Medicaid: WTF!? I have been on medicaid since before I can remember. I came in the other day because my OB told me you had cut my medicaid off. When I complained about it, you looked me up on the file and told me I haven't been covered since 1999? WHAT!? I had a daughter while on medicaid in 2006, a son while on medicaid in 2007 and I have been going to my OB while on medicaid since July and never have I had problems with ya'll paying? So what happened there? I had to re-apply! Lord help me if I am not approved when I go to my DR Wensday! If they make me wait, you will have one highly pissed off pregnant woman who WON'T be pleasent the second time around!!!

Sorry, I had to get this off my chest. Now, if you will excuse me, we have a cake mix sitting on our kitchen counter. I understand it, and it my friends, understands me!

Things NOT to say to a pregnant woman part 2

I had my first and only follower (Thank you Miss Niwanda!) Comment on my first list and she even had some to add! She is expecting her second, and I am sure she indeed, is tired of all the comments as well. Here is what she had to add
:Miss Niwanda said...
11. Are you SURE you're not having twins? This is like #6, but should not come out of anyone's mouth who has not gone to medical school and done an OB/GYN residency.
12. Can you make the baby kick? (this said by a strange man with his hand on my belly)
13. Are you sure you can eat that? Again, no medical degree, no say!
I like this post, keep it up! It's so funny how pregnancy seems to make you public property and open for all sorts of commentary on your body.

I totally agree with number 11! I get asked that almost weekly from my District Manager. She is one of those woman who use the whole, "When I was pregnant" lines. Grrr. Don't you just love all the attention?

So in addition to mine and Miss Niwanda's list I decided to add a few more. Feel free to comment what you would like to add, and I'll be sure to include them!.

Starting where Miss Niwanda left off.

14. Your belly gets everywhere 5 minutes before you do! (Well, how kind of you in mention that. I never thought you'd notice!?)
15. You know what causes that, right? (Uhm, let's see. I'm a grown woman, who already has two. I am pretty sure I do. Question is, do you know HOW to cause this?)
16. Well at least your hair looks fuller. (I get the hint you are secretly talking about my never ending waistline right now.)
17. So when do you plan to pop the kiddo out? (Okayy, obviously you haven't gave birth to a baby! There is no POPPING out a child. It's no where as easy as it seems. Give me SOME appreciation.)
18. Your belly is kinda hanging out of your shirt. (Well, I am sorry. I am PREGNANT! Even maternity clothing makers aren't experts on how each individual woman's body reacts to pregnancy! Do YOU wanna make my shirts for me?)
19. From the famous mother-in-law: Come here and let me talk to my baby. *as she squats to the bellys level* (I understand your excitied and all, but is that an excuse to do this whenever you see me at the STORE!? Half the people here probably think we aren't even aquianted!)
20. Can you pick that up for me? (Once again ladies, this calls for a stupid look and then you waddle away :) )

More to come!

29 weeks today!

Wow, it seems like the time is flying! Seem's like only yesterday I couldn't wait for my belly to get the bump and to feel little bean kick. HA. NOW I can't see my feet and I beg him to stop kicking my ribs as I lay down to sleep every night. I get the weekly emails from thebump.com (If your expecting, or trying to concieve, check them out.) So I am gonna fill ya in on the details thats happening this week with my body and Lil Rilan.
Rilan is now about the size of a squash. And since he is growing so fast (his weight will triple by birth) I will experience more kicks and jabs to the ribs. *Sighs*
I will more than likely be plagued with heartburn (MORE!?) and (eek)constipation.

Well, maybe next week some more exciting things will take place:)
I will be 30 weeks. OH! And on that note I have a doctor's appointment next Wed.

Things NOT to say to a pregnant woman.

It seems like everyone knows what not to say to a pregnant woman, or at least you hope they would. But Lord knows, daily, I get told stuff that I can handle as an everyday person. But being pregnant and hormones being times 50, I figured that I'd make a list of the the things NO pregnant woman wants to hear. (No matter how big your smile is while saying it.)
1.You look miserable. (geez, thanks for pointing out how I feel. Is it THAT noticable?)
2. The stretch marks aren't bad now, but I can't promise what they will look like after you have the baby. (I don't want to even think about how my body will look after having another child)
3. Your stretch marks look like Texas' map! (Okayy, so are you saying my belly is big enough to actually hold the Texas map, or are you making a joke?)
4. Better you than me. (No honestly, it would be better you than me. I actually know what not to say to a pregnant woman!)
5. I'm so tired. (Dumb look here. YOUR tired? I didn't get to sleep till almost 4 because the baby was active. On top of that I woke up twice with heartburn and once to go pee. And I had to be to work at 10!)
6. Are you sure your due such and such date? (Are you sure you wanna ask that? I don't have any TUMS today and I am LOOKING for a way to vent!)
7. When I was pregnant...(Yes, I know. Here comes the over-told story about how someone went into labor ON their due date, had only gained 20 pounds and came home in the jeans they were wearing when they took the dang pregnancy test!)
8. How big is the baby supposed to be!? (As big as he wants to! YOUR not gonna be the one delivering this baby, I am. Get off my case.)
9.I am so bloated. (YOU bloated? Okayy. At least you can still see your slim feet. Mine are so swollen I don't WANT to see them!)
10. Can you move a little bit, I can't get by and I know you can't suck in. (WTF! Yes, I actually got told this, TODAY!!)

Long time, No blog?

Okayy, okayy. So I haven't blogged in a good minute. So sorry. I haven't had the time (and energy) to even attempt to write. But you have missed some pretty interesting stuff. December 29th, Robert and I took the kids to Atlanta and we had a 3d ultra-sound done by Stork Vision. And before I get any further I want to give them 5 stars! The enviroment, the people, everything is fansatic! I highly recomend them! Anywho...coming home: We are on the exit ramp to come back home, just sitting at a red light when out of no where(and I mean NO WHERE) the guy ahead of us throws his truck into reverse and slams into us! Grrr. I had a doctor's appoinment (where we found out I was only 7 points away from having gestional diabetes) the next day and let's just say my MD was NOT happy that I didn't report to Labor & Delivery that night to be checked out. Opps. Well, funny she got onto me because karma stuck my in my, well, bum. The hubby drove me to work and it was the second day of the winter storm we were having (IN GA!) and I saw some ice and I mentioned to him how crazy it was to see that. I give him a hug and kiss and get out of the car and start to walk to the door. In the process, I somehow, manage to walk on the ice and slip. Hard. Blame it on the ice if you will. My mother blamed it on the fact I can't see where I am walking. So I had to go to Labor && Delivery to be checked out. I bet ya my MD was just smiling when she got that call. Grrr.

On the brighter side, I am starting to plan the baby shower with the sister in law. So maybe that will make my last 11 weeks go by quicker:)