I can no longer measure how much time is left in this pregnancy with months.. we are down to weeks now. Which is both a little scary and very exciting.
I had another doctor's appointment earlier this week. Thankfully, everything is still fine. For the first 7 months or so- I really didn't have questions. Well.. I did, but it was always way to early to start worrying about things I would be going through on "the day." But for the last few visits I have a new question every time. That's about all I can handle remembering.. and then remembering the answer. Since I have "a day" already scheduled, last week's question was "What if he comes early?" This week I wanted to know about the epidural and if there would be any negatives in regard to the injection I had for my slipped disc last year, etc.
It feels like I can ask my doctor anything. And at every single appointment since the beginning he's asked if I have any questions- which is such a stark contrast to the doctor I had with Lily. (And one of my greatest fears of this baby coming early is that when I get to the hospital that other doctor will be the one on call. Because that's the luck I have.) He'll usually even tie in something from his personal life. We talked about our iPhones one week, his vegetarian wife at my appointment around Thanksgiving (when I told him I was as well), etc. It's nice. Makes me feel like he's a human being- and that he's aware I am too.
This week my doctor told me I should try to take naps- which I made sure to tell Jason when I got home. Naps are probably not going to be a reality for me since Lily never takes them outside of a few minutes here and there in the car- but a girl can dream, right? (Pun totally not intended.) Jason had a weird reaction. Like.. why should I be taking naps? "I don't know," I told him.. "maybe he noticed the enormous black circles under my eyes." Or maybe it's because I'm 8 months pregnant? Maybe it's both.
Thank God, thank God, knock on wood, that things like sleeping at night aren't really a problem for me this time around. Because I took precautions. Most of the time I sleep in another room from any snoring, on our marshmallow cloud of a couch, with a Boppy and whatever pillows I need. So then as long as the temperature is okay.. so am I. Because last time.. Oh, last time.. sleeping at night didn't go well. But of course, in the last few months, I had the luxury of being able to nap during the day.
I know each pregnancy is different.. but the last 8 months have really surprised me as to how true that is. Possibly because Lily was a girl and this one is a boy, but the "symptoms" with each one have been totally different. And there's nothing that happened with both of them. So far. Knock on wood.
Lily didn't move around much- and I always had heartbeat monitor out.. this baby moves nonstop. And has since at least month 4 or 5. I had carpal tunnel in both wrists with Lily.. this time, thank God, I missed that one. I was so nauseous the 1st trimester (and could barely eat) it was like she was trying to kill me, but this time I only felt a little sick if I didn't eat something before I went to sleep.
So.. I'm thinking since Lily has been a ham and a half since the day she was born and runs around like a fireball all day.. this little guy is going to be terribly serious and sit quietly on the couch with his hands folded. Ya right- Lily would never stand for that.
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