Tuesday, May 22, 2012

A day in late pregnancy

Here is a timeline of my day, which could probably be considered a typical day in week 39 of pregnancy:

12 AM- Finally pass out after two hours of tossing and turning because sleeping on one side makes the baby kick and wiggle, the other makes him push on your cervix (OW.), and your back and hips are killing you either way. Plus, bathroom breaks and random contractions.

5 AM- Unable to go to sleep after waking up for probably the fourth time during the night to go to the bathroom because the sun is starting to come up, and the combination of light and having your eyes (barely) open makes for the perfect opportunity to start worrying about everything.

7 AM- After numerous trips to the bathroom and tossing and turning (punching from the inside, pushing on cervix, the occasional Braxton-Hicks), fall asleep again.

8 AM- Wake up to hear your sweet child asking for "Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?" from the next room.

8-10 AM- Change the little girl, feed her, clean up, manage to get in some breakfast yourself, fold some laundry, take care of the dog, try to entertain and distract and clean up after an 18-month-old and a puppy.

10 AM- Put baby down for a nap (yes!) and try to get a nap in yourself.

11 AM- Get up feeling helpless, enraged and frustrated because, yet again, your baby won't let you sleep.

Take a relaxing shower, dissolve into tears because of pregnancy hormones you're so tired.

Share a little of the raincloud with your sweet husband who is working from home by telling him everything that's bothering you and all your hopes and fears and aches and pains. These are definitely real, overwhelming problems and probably not just pregnancy hormones gone awry. Husband (who has dealt with a pregnant wife once and knows how to handle these sorts of things) sympathizes gently with you, which is greatly appreciated. As a solution, he suggests you down half a beer to settle yourself and the baby down to sleep, which suggestion is not greatly appreciated.

11:45 AM- Toddler wakes up again.

Around 12:30 PM- An angel or sister-in-law, it's difficult to tell which, calls out of the blue to ask if she might take Diana sometime during the day to play and make cookies with her, while giving you the chance to nap. Almost begin weeping again at divine providence.

1 PM- Make and feed everybody lunch.

2 PM- Drop happy toddler off with many happy relatives and go home.

2:30 PM- Attempt to go to sleep. You know you'll have no problem because you're incredibly tired.

3 PM- After bathroom breaks, punches, and particularly vicious attacks on your cervix by a surprisingly energetic inside baby, give up the idea of sleeping with much more teeth-gnashing and tears of frustration. Feel like punching the kid back just because you're so tired.

Husband again talks you off a cliff of rage and desperation (helpful). Again suggests using beer to calm the child down (not helpful).

Decide to use your time sans baby to get things done around the house. Pick up toys (including the dog's toys), vacuum the entire house (a feat because everything's harder when you're pregnant) and start making potato rolls.

~5 PM- Amazing sister-in-law drops off your very happy child AND cookies.

5:30 PM- Sweet husband comes home from the gym with flowers, encouraging words, and fresh French bread.

6-8 PM- Husband plays with his little girl and the dog and finishes putting together the organizing system in the kids' closet (which you've been hinting you'd like finished). Everyone eats a happy dinner, the rolls are finished, the little girl gets a bath and goes to bed with minimal fussing.

8:30 PM- Sit down, relax, feel humbled by all the blessings and wonderful people in your life. Resolve to try to have a better attitude even when life is physically difficult. Realize that it's not your baby's fault that life is so uncomfortable and allow yourself to think about how wonderful it will be when he's born, how much you want to see him, and how much you love him already. Wonder if it's too late to try some ice cream....

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Catching Up: Part II

Joey is BUSY

Joseph has some very industrious, detail-oriented tendencies which he credits to his German heritage. He is, at times, a workaholic. Sometimes it's because Alyrica demands it of him (owning a business is not what everyone dreams it is), but other times it's just because he wants to get things done. Lately he's been working on his latest baby company, Active911.

Active911 is actually a really cool idea. Joseph has been a volunteer firefighter/EMT with the Philomath Fire Department for the last ten years. Everyone carries around these clunky pagers (yes, apparently they still exist) with piercing alarms to let them know when a 911 call has come in. However, now everyone carries around cell phones and increasingly, smartphones. (If they're like Joey, they also tend to lose their pagers/chargers.) Joseph thought it would be a good idea to send 911 alerts from the dispatch center to emergency responders' phones. So for the past seven months or so he's been designing a system that will send alerts to any type of cell phone (iPhones, Android phones, "dumb" phones, etc.) and allow users to interact with other users in their department, letting them know whether they can respond or not. Smartphones obviously have more features: alert messages come with a map that allows users to see the location of the emergency as well as who in their department is responding (or can't respond).

Active911 very quickly took off, thanks in part to partnering to help a system called CADPage, which delivers alert messages to Android phones. Active911 is designed for any type of emergency responder, whether in a police or fire department, but is mostly used by fire departments. They have users all across the country and are adding new departments every day. However, the thing that everyone has been asking about is an actual iPhone/iPad App. For the past two or three months, Joseph has been working night and day to program an Active911 app. I literally mean night and day. He does as much work as he can on it during the day, while being interrupted with pressing Alyrica matters, and then usually programs until sometime between 2 AM-6 AM because "there are no distractions then." I've been trying to get him to sleep more, but he has been really excited about his work. He has started a few businesses over the past ten years, but this one has really gained momentum and is providing a very useful service. I think what makes it really rewarding is that it's something he's interested in and there is a base of very enthusiastic, very supportive users.

At something like 3 AM on May 8th, he finally submitted the Active911 App to the Apple App store. The word is that it currently takes about seven days for Apple to review an app and reject or approve it, so we expect to hear about it early next week. Joseph is really nervous it will be rejected. That would be a shame since it's so useful and the service has so many happy users already, but I think things will be fine either way. If it's rejected, he can tweak some things to make it more acceptable to Apple, and if it's not, there will be a bunch of happy people and he will be relieved and able to work on other things (and I won't have to fight for his attention over his laptop screen). 

Nova

Nova's preferred sleeping position.
When we came back from Mexico, we noticed something had changed about our dog. She was thinner and less fluffy. I think she went through a growth spurt and we suddenly came back to an adolescent dog! She certainly acts more like a teenager. Less puppy-like romping- she has serious energy and needs to really get it out and rough-house with someone. She has also suddenly developed attitude problems. We never had a problem leaving her at home and coming home to a very grateful dog. But in the past two or three weeks, if she feels as if she's been left at home unfairly, we'll come back to a trashed house. Now, she has lots of dog toys. She gets them out of her box and plays with them all day. I don't mind if she rips those up or chews on them or scatters them around. But for every naughty incident she has left her toys UNTOUCHED and completely shredded: the ringbearer's pillow from our wedding, a CD, the instruction manual for our dishwasher, books, pens, a stuffed sheep given to me by my great-grandmother, and she's ripped the eyes and noses off of a couple of Diana's stuffed animals. I'd say she needs something to occupy herself with, but SHE HAS HER TOYS. That sort of thing is on my "Bratty Teenage Behavior" list. Unfortunately, one of the best remedies is more exercise and keeping her occupied, and Joseph is the only one who can do that right now (and he has been busy). I am really looking forward to the time when I can take her for walks at a pace faster than a slow waddle and throw toys and play with her without pulling muscles. She is still a very sweet dog who loves us and wants to get along with everyone, we just have to work on a few problem behaviors before she'll be a really well-behaved girl. 

More Baby

I think I've written enough about how mentally done I am with pregnancy. There's not terribly much to update about the baby until he actually shows himself. He's measuring slightly behind schedule, which gives me this horrible feeling that he'll actually be in there the full 40 weeks if not longer (*weep*), but he's still active with a healthy heartbeat, which is the best thing I could hope for aside from actually being able to see and hold him and have my abdomen back.

The most common question people have is whether we have a name picked out. We really don't care about keeping names a secret since everyone's going to find out anyway. The truth is that we just haven't settled on anything. In the running are:

  • William
  • Joseph
  • Matthew
  • Patrick
  • Finn
  • Lloyd
  • Timothy
  • Arthur

all in various combinations. Some I'd only use as middle names, some Joseph prefers more than I do, some have awful nicknames... maybe it's a good thing pregnancy lasts ten months since we seem to need all that time to pick out a name. I can think of about a dozen girls names right off the bat that I'd love to use, but for some reason it's really hard to come up with a boy's name. Some of the names Joseph likes seem too grown-up and I can't imagine using them on a little boy, but Joseph points out that "he'll only be a kid for a short while and he'll be a man practically forever." I guess he has a point. Hopefully we'll have something picked out by the time the baby's actually born. 

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Catching Up: Part I

I always do this with my diaries/journals, so I'm not sure why I thought I'd be able to consistently keep up with a blog. I guess I wasn't really thinking about it at all. Catch-up entries aren't all that bad. It means I've had time to filter out most of the unimportant things that seemed important at the time. Where to begin....

Pregnancy

At this point, I'm now 37 weeks pregnant. By the end of this week, baby will be considered full-term, thank goodness. I'm definitely ready to have my body back. (Yes, I've breastfed before. I know it technically won't be mine again until he's weaned.) Mostly I can't wait to be able to do normal things: bend over, walk, lift anything, throw a ball for the dog, have energy... Pregnancy is VERY uncomfortable by this point. This kid is very active, which always becomes uncomfortable when space gets tight. Contractions can be very strong. In fact, last night, they were six minutes apart and lasting a long time, but I decided to go to sleep to see if they'd last and they were gone by the morning. :P 

Baby has dropped, which means he bounces on arteries that cause the upper part of my legs to go numb at random times. I can literally be walking along and have my legs essentially fall asleep or feel like they're cramping up. Sometimes he also does something painful that feels like bouncing on my cervix. I don't know what it is exactly, but it makes it so that I have to stop where I am and just rest for a minute or two- something that doesn't always work well if I'm trying to run errands or do anything when my energetic toddler is involved. She has been very sweet about helping to pick things up off the floor and hold my hand and walk around very slowly with me. Our adolescent dog is not so patient. I feel bad- I WANT to play with her, but I waddle very slowly on our walks and I threw out my back slightly after one night of throwing her ball in the park. 

I feel like I've pulled probably every muscle that has to do with my pelvis or lower back. Actually, it feels like my pelvis is trying to detach from everything else (which is a major pain in the lower back and hips) and do its own thing. I feel compelled by a strong nesting instinct (oh, it's real, people) to start/finish a thousand house projects, but I don't have the strength or energy to do any of them. It's so frustrating. I feel useless and handicapped and huge and I just want this baby out! (To hold and cuddle and snuggle, of course. I still have some maternal feeling.) 

Diana

Our little girl grows up more every day! She can imitate just about every word we say, but sometimes she jumbles them up in adorable ways. If mommy needs a few minutes of time without Diana constantly scattering toys around or asking for "UP?!?" I put on the show "Kipper," or "Pikker" in Diana Speak. She often fingers the "pick" (clip) I have in my hair. She enjoys eating "Ogur" (yogurt). She will say "mess you!" when someone coughs or sneezes, she is very quick to point out when someone else makes an "uh oh! Mess!" She loves her dad and mom and "Nowa" (Nova). She does a happy stamping and twirling dance when she knows she's getting a snack or something she asked for. 

For some reason, clutching cheeks indicates happiness. One of the most endearing things she does is putting her hands on someone's cheek and telling them "hap-PY!" or randomly chanting "happy day!" It's so sweet and disarming when I'm frustrated or gloomy and she smiles into my face and tells me "happy day! happy day!" She is also very friendly to everyone and everything. She will wave and say "hi! hi!"  and then blow a kiss to anything you can think of: the moon in the sky, birds on the lawn, Nova, the train she hears in the distance, sheep in a field, characters in a book, etc. 

Diana has also begun to name things. Her special blanket is "Minky Blankie." The round stuffed giraffe she has is "Onk." Her bunny is "Hop-Hop." Her stuffed owl is "Howl." She probably has a host of other names for things, but Minky is definitely the most important. There can be no happiness in the world without Minky blankie. 

Diana has had eczema since she was four months old, and her skin is an ongoing battle, although as she grows older and grows out of some allergies, it has been slowly getting better. She has good weeks and bad weeks. The strangest things can set it off- like using anything with cocoa butter or introducing a new hand soap at home. Using dye- and fragrance-free laundry detergent helped, as did cutting out fabric softener. We experimented with dozens of soaps and lotions for her before finding that Aveeno's Eczema Therapy Moisturizing Cream and their Aveeno Baby Cleansing Therapy Moisturizing Wash were the only things that soothed her skin. The best thing we found was that by adding just a couple tablespoons of bleach to her bath, her skin (and occasional diaper rashes) could clear up overnight. I guess a lot of the redness was caused by bacteria on the skin naturally or that had been deposited there by her scratching. I discovered that I had to switch to a natural (Burt's Bees) body wash since she came in contact with my skin so often. I also had to stop using any lotion anyplace that wouldn't be covered by clothing (my arms, neck and face, usually). Consequently, I haven't used a facial moisturizer in like a year and I'd REALLY like to find one that works for both of us. 

Physically, Diana is so much more capable that sometimes it brings a tear to my eye. (I blame it on the hormones.) She loves playgrounds and sandboxes. She climbs up on couches and chairs and carries things around that should be way too big for her. She's sweet and very smart and still very much like her dad. Since she's over a year old, we've started on a catch-up schedule for the vaccines we thought were necessary. Unfortunately, since she's over a year old, she has a pretty good memory, and the doctor's office has become a sad place. Poor girl. 

Matt's Diet

Part of the reason this blog started in the first place! Again, Matt is the person most qualified to talk about this, but since he hasn't gotten around to writing a guest post, I guess I can write a bit of an update. After the initial Reboot diet, Matt went on and did his own exclusively juice diet for another month or two. He said he felt better than he had in a long time, and he was eating a great healthy diet (lacking only in protein and some fats and carbs), but Matt didn't actually lose weight on his juice diet. In fact, he gained it. At one point, Joseph's brother Kevin estimated that Matt was actually consuming 4,000-5,000 calories per day. No wonder he didn't lose weight! Since Matt really wanted to see results, especially if he was depriving himself of protein and caffeine, he was depressed and dismayed by his weight gain. So after talking it over with Joseph and Kevin, he decided to go on the Joseph Diet.

Joseph is a big and healthy man, but he has a stomach that may actually be smaller than mine, even when I'm not pregnant. He rarely goes back for seconds, or if he does, he usually regrets it later. Their thought was that if Matt could eat a healthy balanced diet that included protein, carbs, and limited amounts of caffeine but control his portion size by only eating exactly what Joseph ate, he might be able to lose weight and transition from a very sparse vegetarian diet to a more normal diet without swinging in the opposite direction toward giant portions of highly processed and greasy foods. 

Surprisingly, the Joseph diet did not work. Since we have a limited grocery budget, and we (by which I mean I) were suddenly feeding two grown men, we used meat very sparingly. I guess we ate more carbs and less meat than Matt was hoping for. He enjoyed eating meals that weren't vegetarian, but it still probably wasn't great weight-loss food. Also, despite my best efforts, Joseph never manages to eat breakfast and makes up for it by eating more at night or snacking on carbs (mostly chips) during the day, which I realize (though it is hard to convince him of) is NOT HEALTHY. I told Joseph that for his next diet venture, Matt should spend a couple months cooking for us, since I spent so much time making food for him and Joseph. ;) 

Matt's current eating plan is mostly just trying to eat a healthy, balanced diet on a budget, but he does love good and flavorful food. While he's not gaining weight, he's not really losing it either, and continues to flirt with the 300 lb mark despite working out very hard on a mostly regular basis. We'll see what works for him in the long run!

Everything Else

Family Trip to Mexico

We went on our first international family vacation with Diana to San Jose del Cabo in April. Joseph's friends really wanted to do a "guys' trip." Since we want to go on a big family vacation in the fall, and I suspected I'd need his help more in the last part of pregnancy, I suggested that the best time to go would be in early April. I've had lots of people tell me how generous and tolerant I was to let him go on a trip while I was 34 weeks pregnant and had a toddler. But I wasn't. I was just naive. If I'd had any idea how difficult that week would be, I would never have suggested he leave. It was a huge mistake. But he appreciated it, even though I felt each day like I was just fighting to survive with an energetic dog, an energetic toddler, and a baby using all my spare energy. :P He felt so guilty about leaving us that he arranged for Diana and I to fly down to meet him after his friends left so that we could spend a week together in Mexico as a family. One of my greatest fears with children has always been air travel, just because I know how loud, fussy, wiggly and bothersome kids can be. Did I mention Diana was going to be my "lap child" when I was 34 weeks pregnant and HAD NO LAP?? Luckily, the flying went much more smoothly than I anticipated. The novelty of travel was interesting enough to keep Diana entertained, and we flew down with my brother- and sister-in-law Kevin and Michelle and their baby, so we had help and company. Thanks to some fantastic company policies by Alaska Airlines, we actually had an open seat next to us on one leg and an entire row to ourselves on the longer leg, so Diana had room to play around. 

It was so much more relaxing in Mexico than at home, partly because I had help from Joey, who made up for the week before by watching Diana, cooking, and insisting that I take naps and read under umbrellas by the beach. Diana's skin cleared up in the sun and dry air and she loved wading and eventually being carried around in the pool. Overall we had a great time!

The Big Family Trip

Joseph and I love traveling internationally and we didn't want to stop just because we were having kids. In 2010 we went on a "Babymoon" (really an anniversary celebration) to Belgium, France, Switzerland and Germany and loved it. We wanted to go back and see more of Europe this fall, but it was going to be challenging with a 21-month-old toddler and a 3 month old baby. One of Joseph's younger sisters is studying German, so we invited her and another sister to come along with us. That way they can get to experience international travel and maybe help us with the kiddos a bit. We're very excited to plan out our trip, but really don't know exactly where we're going. It looks like it's cheapest to fly into Paris, and we'd love to see France again, so we'll probably come into Paris and swing through Strasbourg, but we're not sure where we should go in Germany. If anyone has any suggestions, we'd love to hear them!