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November 26, 2001
Okay, firstly, let me apologize for not getting this posted sooner. I had problems all over the holiday trying to get onto the site. I was so relieved to see it up and running this afternoon!
Secondly, I am still very much pregnant. Contractions still come and go, some of them feeling very real. But they always stop, which usually ends up with me in tears and contemplating crazy thoughts like jumping-jacks, jalapenos or sky-diving.
At my appointment last week I threatened my midwives with castor oil. They managed to talk me out of it, saying in effect "The last thing you need is a three-hour tour of the toilet." I know they are right. If something happens and we are looking at a hospital inducement or castol oil, they will give it a try. But generally their experience is that a mom ends up getting dehyrdrated and exhausted, if she goes into labor at all, from the stuff.
Today I had another midwife appointment, and I managed to keep from threatening them with any other madness. :) So far, I'm holding steady at 43 weeks (uterus size), and "Bajellie" has seemed to slow down a tiny bit in the growth department. The only glitch is my BP. A bit high both last time and this time. My midwives did a blood draw at my last appointment and at this one. Blood work from my last appointment came back excellent, so we're hoping that it will this time too. I really just need to deliver.
Thanksgiving was pretty good. We just stayed at home, and since it was just us, we decided a turkey was too much work. Instead we had thick steaks, garlic-mashed potatoes, my famous knotted yeast rolls, and green beans almodine. Of course, it was all topped off with a piece of pumkpin pie.
I'm not typically a person who thinks of things to be thankful for over the holiday. I think I try to be grateful all of the time, so it usually feels weird to me to devote one day to it. But on Thanksgiving I was contemplating what the previous year had entailed. And I realized how grateful I was that this pregnancy came as did. Totally unplanned and unexpected.
John and I had talked about having a third baby, maybe in four or five years. That was before Ivan's diagnosis. In truth, if we hadn't gotten pregnant this year, we probably would have never purposely gotten pregnant again. We would have always worried about another baby's health. Now, because we have no choice, we are being given another baby to welcome to our home. It's stange and mystifying how life works itself out sometimes.
Well, I'm off. My mother-in-law arrives on Sunday. Ivan has dental surgery on Monday, and I'm only hoping that I go into labor soon, but not when we have to pick up the MIL from the airport, or take Ivan to the hospital. Nothing like trying to plan around the unknown! Here's hoping that the next time you hear from me, it will be a birth announcement.
heather r
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