Missing in action, for a good reason…

I apologize for the lack of comments and blogging as of late.

But as of today, my husband is temporarily unemployed, laid off, furloughed, screwed with a stick up his ass.

Yeah.

Awesome.

And we’ve realized how much it sucks to be poor. We’re two journalism majors basically living paycheck to paycheck (yay IVF with PGD!). Sadly, it works for us right now. It’s not ideal or anything, but we manage.

Now, I don’t know how we are going to get through this. I know somehow, someway we will. Maybe a few banks will be robbed or something.

But what I think sucks most is my hub’s company wants his startback date to be Feb. 12. Yes, two days AFTER our due date. Uggh.

I am sooo so mad at his company. I understand the economy sucks. But all this happened in a week’s time. I can’t even talk about it without being an emotional mess. Last Monday when he got the news, I was a mess. Crying at work. Uggh. And then the next day, my in-laws arrived for a two-week visit.

My life is just crazy right now.

But I am trying to remember the good things. My little kicky monster wiggling away, the love my hubby and I have for each other, we have a roof over our head. And we will make it. We may have to ask for help from who knows who, but we can ask.

In the meantime, I am going to try to divine the winning numbers for powerball and celebrate hitting 29 weeks tomorrow. I owe you all a picture.  I know.

Love to all

I passed!

The docs office finally called! Everything looks just fine. Yay. So now I just appear to have a big baby, all thanks to me and genetics. Phew. I am really really relieved though. The thought of me giving up pasta is crazy. And sorry if this is crazy apearing, I’m updating via my phone

We’re ginormous…

I’m finally getting around to posting about last week’s appointment… Apparently, I am carrying the second-coming of Andre the Giant.

Seriously. I prove it with photos below.

Since our 9-week ultrasound, the baby always has been measuring ahead. I’m still measuring three weeks ahead bellywise, and he’s apparently in the 95th percentile. Oh yes. He’s estimated to be 2 pounds 9 ounces. At a little more than 26 weeks. Crazy.

Maybe I do have gestational diabetes. Although, big babies in both families are nothing new. My grandmother and her twin sister both were 7 1/2 pounds. That’s insane, by the way… My hubby was nearly 9 pounds, his sister 9 1/2 pounds. As well, my youngest siblings were both 8 lbs. 14 oz. when they were born to my mom, who happened to be 33 and 34 years old at their time of birth. Guess who’s 33? So I am trying not to freak out. Part of me thinks I’m going to have to have a c-section if he continues to be ginormous.

Everything else is looking good. We got to see him open and close his mouth drinking fluid. And I’ve got a lot of that too. Apparently, this is the peak time for amniotic fluid. The norm is between 10 and 20 whatevers. I was at 20.6. My cervix also has remained the same – 4 cm! Yay! And the best news, my placenta has moved out of the way! I’ve also now been cleared for pelvic activity. Yet to cross that bridge though. I’m kinda scared of that.

His heart was beating at 138, a little lower than usual, but they told me it was normal. I seem to worry about everything these days. And kick counting. I think I’m a little obsessive…

Anyway. Here’s my photo from last week at 26 days (I’m now 27w1d)…

And the better pics of our little man…

 

Three-hour test here I come…

So I failed.

My doctor’s cutoff is 135. I was at 155. Great.

I’ll post more about yesterday’s exam later. When I regain my happiness. Everything else looks good. I’m just a failure. Uggh.

Almost there…

As of today, I’ve got 98 days to go and am nearing the magical third-trimester mark (I’m 26 weeks). It’s crazy. And exciting.

But I’m still crossing my fingers and knocking on wood that everything goes well. I guess I really need to register and come up with a name for this kicky monster in my belly.

Otherwise, I am just waiting until Thursday’s monster appointment. I not only get to have my gestational diabetes test but also the dildo cam to check on my cervix length and placenta position, and, oh, I get to have a pap just to make sure I continue to be normal. Wee. What fun! I am expecting that I’ll be there forever.

But it’s all in the name of a healthy baby, so I can’t complain.

And I am just hoping the work day flies by. I am rather excited for tonight’s election results, although whether I stay up to watch it all is another question. But I got goosebumps driving by a random group of Obama supporters on my way into work. Just some random people holding homemade signs. I just love how this election has gotten so many more diverse people involved. Go Obama. Although, since the Steelers won over the Redskins, hopefully it’s a lock for him…

Oh and I thought I’d add the photos of the bedding I’ve registered for. My hubby still has to add a second coat of “bleached denim” to the walls but it’s getting there.

We can’t afford the $600 crib from Po.tt.ery B.arn Ki.ds but the bedding isn’t too bad. Mind you, there are SO many adorable little girl rooms and a couple boy rooms, but I didn’t want to go overboard themey… So we’ve registered for the crib skirt, sheet and quilt. Then, I registered for just a bunch of solid sheets that share colors with the skirt. I try not to be too matchy matchy. We’ve got the black crib coming and my sister or hubby has to repaint this little dresser we have from white to black and get new drawer pulls.

I’ve yet to figure out what will go on the walls or the curtains we need to buy. But this should give you an idea of where we’re going. In my random, haphazard way of explaining things…

Alright, I need to work. I’ve found I have little desire to do much work at work. I’d rather play about on the Internet or look at new cars I’d like to buy but can’t afford. You know, important things like that.