The early part of this week has been chock full of appointments for C and me. C had his 15-month checkup, and is doing great. I absolutely love his new doctor. She’s extremely nice and very thorough. C is now 19 pounds (6th percentile) and 31.5 inches tall (60-something percentile). He had two immunizations and cried briefly – until I gave him goldfish crackers to snack on, of course.
So, if you haven’t heard…Hubster and I are starting to think about trying for Baby Deuce. Since I’ll be at high risk for experiencing another postpartum mood disorder, I want to be as prepared as possible before becoming pregnant. I’ve been working on building my “team.”
That is a STRANGE blog post title, you say? Well yes, it is.
Today I ask you what struck you as odd once you were no longer pregnant? For me, the strangest thing was going into the OBGYN office without a bag containing my first-morning urine.
WOOHOO!!! My 6-week checkup is over and now I can return to life-as-usual. Exercising, being able to lift C in his carseat…doing whatever I want! I am *SO* excited to start working out again. Now, to work back into a cardio routine…
All of the pregnancy books tell you to come up with a birth plan so that you know exactly what you want to do when the time comes.
I’ll admit, the thought of a birth plan was a little daunting to me. This was my first pregnancy and I had no idea what to expect from a labor and delivery experience. I was afraid to plan it all out because that meant I had to really think about it ahead of time. My doctor asked me about it during one of my late third trimester appointments. When I said I didn’t really have one, but I knew I wanted an epidural, she just chuckled and said it was probably a good thing. The people who come in with a three-page birth plan, for example, are often disappointed because things never seem to go exactly as planned.
I’ve never been a patient person. Waiting for labor is driving me completely insane. I am now convinced (illogically, I admit) that Baby C is NEVER. COMING. OUT. Good thing I didn’t get my hopes up yesterday when they told me I was probably dilating and labor would come soon…I had my appointment today and there was absolutely no change. I’m still at 2.5cm. His head is as low as it can get, so it’s no surprise that I feel like I’m holding a bowling ball in between my legs.
Going back to body image, this is what I have nightmares about before my appointments with my OBGYN: “Little Mama Jama, you gained 10 pounds since your last appointment. That was only four weeks ago. You need to seriously slow it down before you blow up like a big fat balloon!”