Peanut, you better listen to your mommy!

So, we have had an interesting last week. A week ago yesterday I was sitting in church and I wasn't feeling very good. The room was really hot, and I was starting to feel like I might throw up. I made it through the meeting, found Brian, hauled him away, and we drove home. I was convulsing the whole way home, but had nothing to throw up. So we get home, and I'm trying to relax. I'm still feeling awful. It felt like I had big gas bubbles inside that wouldn't go away. Anyway, I called my doctor's office and talked to his nurse, she recommended that I call the health link, so I did. I explained to the RN what was going on, and right around then I had started timing these "gas" bubbles. Hm...every eight minutes...that's interesting. So she suggests that I head to the emergency care clinic just to make sure everything is okay. By the time we get to the emergency care clinic, my "gas" bubbles are every five minutes apart. The nurse says we should just go right to Foothills Hospital labour and delivery ward, but I ask her to rush my into the doctor just to make sure it really isn't gas. So they rush my into the doctor, and by this time, my "gas" bubbles are three minutes apart. Interesting...

So the doctor checks me out and says he is rushing me by ambulance to the Foothills Labour and Delivery in case Peanut decides to make an early entrance into the world. As it turns out, this first-time mom to be doesn't know the difference between a contraction and a "gas bubble."

So the doctor does some more testing and in the meantime, my contractions start to space out again (thank goodness.) So he tells Brian that Brian can drive me if we head over to the Foothills right away. By the time we get to the Foothills, my contractions have spaced out considerably.

They listen to the baby again, and the baby is fine. The doctor checks to see if I'm dialated, and I"m not THANK GOODNESS! So he sends me home and tells me if it happens again and there are a few more symptoms, then to come back.

Throughout all of this, I wasn't really scared. I know that sounds weird, but I was abnormally calm. My though process was that there isn't anything I can do anyway. If this baby is meant to come early, then so be it. I put my trust in the doctors.

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Peanut, we really can wait to meet you know since we thought you might come early a few weeks ago. We are excited to meet you! You are kicking mommy a LOT, and she loves it! Daddy is sad because he's only felt you kick one or two times, but I keep telling him you need to get bigger and then he'll feel it.

Ultrasounds and flying...

The ultrasound was soooooooo fun -- okay, not the drinking 40 ounces of water an hour before and then waddling to the ultrasound clinic, not because of the baby, but I'm afraid if I don't waddle I will pee myself, and not the pushing on my bladder with the super warm ultrasound jelly -- but seeing the baby was amazing. I almost cried.

We got some GREAT shots of the baby's head and hands and arm. We have a great profile shot of the baby -- so cute! The ultrasound tech said that we could find out what the baby was, if we wanted, because he/she wasn't being shy at all, but I didn't want to know and Brian did, but we didn't find out -- ha! I won that one! From what I saw in the ultrasound, it doesn't look like a boy, and I thought it was a girl before that anyway, but only time will tell -- and a painful delivery LOL.

It was amazing to see the baby moving inside of me.

The ultrasound tech also thinks that the due date might be off, but she couldn't confirm it. She just thought the measurements of the baby were too big to be due at the end of May, she said maybe the beginning of May. The doctor has to confirm what she thinks the due date is, and we meet with the delivering doctor for the first time on the 19th.

The baby did well on the flight to and from Miami, but had the hardest time on the flight from Denver to Miami. Peanut was awake almost the whole time, kicking really hard and moving around, which made it difficult for me to get comfortable.

In Miami, Peanut was really active; I hadn't felt he/she move that much at all. At one point I felt a foot or something sticking out really far and I looked down and I could see something pushing right next to my belly button, Brian got to feel it and his sister. Every once in a while I feel the same thing.

Peanut did really well despite the stress of the flight home (or lack there of) -- to find out more about that click here.

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Peanut, mommy and daddy are sooooooooo excited now that it is getting closer to meeting you. Daddy wants you here right now so he can start daddyhood -- mommy is okay with the baby/mommy bonding we are doing right now, and I'll be fine for a few more months of kicks and growing out of my clothes.

Daddy felt you kick for the first time on Christmas day. You are really kicking a LOT now, and it is fun to feel, except when you kick really hard, that kinda hurts. I can't wait to hold you! You are coming into a home with sooooo much love for you! Can't wait to meet you!

Happy kicking!