Rather overdue real-life post
So I'm now in the third trimester. Things are going well except it seems my left kidney is going, "Aaaaagh, too much work!" and has me at a pretty constant pain level. Not debilitating, not really interfering with life, but I do shift around quite a bit trying to find a comfortable position. Sitting, standing, laying down, doesn't matter. At first I thought it was my back, but application of heat packs and massage from kiwifruitbat don't do a _thing_, and the location is consistent and specific. My NP says the best thing to do is flush it with lots of water (as if I'm not already drinking a ridiculous amount of water every day), and lay down as much as I can as it's easier for kidneys to function in that position. Didn't know that.
Unfortunately, laying down almost invariably leads to falling asleep, no matter what time of day it is and what is happening around me. TV when I'm on the couch, Alan on the computer in the bedroom, broad daylight, doesn't matter: I zonk. Not quite as bad as the first trimester, where I felt compelled to nap all the time; now at least as long as I stay upright I'm good, but if I lay down I'm out for the count.
Speaking of, my nurse now has me doing kick counts, and the first night I did it, I followed the instructions that say to "lie down on your side in a quiet room without distractions." Oops. I got to eight and then I was OUT. So I do my counts sitting up now. Still try for minimal distractions because I understand it's also kind of the first stages of bonding with the baby.
Morgan is still super excited. She snuggles my belly when she crawls into bed for morning hugs, and today while we were up visiting Dad, whenever I told him I felt a kick so he could feel it, she'd rush over and put her tiny hands on my belly before he had a chance to. I had to remind her a few times that she gets to feel the baby all the time and Grandpa never had yet, which she would take in good grace, but then promptly forget. I think she's going to be a great big sister, as long as we can keep that possessiveness in check.
Part of the reason for the trip up the hill was to get Morgan's old baby stuff out of the storage unit, so we could clean it up, take stock of what we already have so we know what to register for, etc. Dad's unit is in the way back of the facility, and there's about a foot and a half of snow on the ground that had yet to be driven over or walked on or anything. So of course we had to have a snowball fight. The snow was perfect for it, too. Nice and packable so it didn't just disintegrate mid-flight, and yet exploded beautifully on contact and didn't hit too hard. Yay for the forethought to wear our hiking boots, and for Dad having tons of extra gloves and mittens and shell jackets handily laying around. Morgan's jeans got wet up to her knees but she didn't seem to mind at all. I swear she got her father's thermostat. And Dad deliberately fistailed the car on our way back through the facility, which was fun (once I realized he was doing it on purpose and did in fact have control), though I suspect our tracks are going to make the next person to come through nervous. ;)
Work is... work. By the time I come home and vent to Alan about the latest drama with our new tax program or whatever else is going wrong at the moment (something new every week at least), I don't have much energy to blog it, so y'all are spared teh dramaz. I'll just say that working for a tax preparer at this time of the year is probably everything you could imagine it might be, and leave it at that.
Now to sit on the couch and _not_ fall asleep while I do tonight's kick count.
Unfortunately, laying down almost invariably leads to falling asleep, no matter what time of day it is and what is happening around me. TV when I'm on the couch, Alan on the computer in the bedroom, broad daylight, doesn't matter: I zonk. Not quite as bad as the first trimester, where I felt compelled to nap all the time; now at least as long as I stay upright I'm good, but if I lay down I'm out for the count.
Speaking of, my nurse now has me doing kick counts, and the first night I did it, I followed the instructions that say to "lie down on your side in a quiet room without distractions." Oops. I got to eight and then I was OUT. So I do my counts sitting up now. Still try for minimal distractions because I understand it's also kind of the first stages of bonding with the baby.
Morgan is still super excited. She snuggles my belly when she crawls into bed for morning hugs, and today while we were up visiting Dad, whenever I told him I felt a kick so he could feel it, she'd rush over and put her tiny hands on my belly before he had a chance to. I had to remind her a few times that she gets to feel the baby all the time and Grandpa never had yet, which she would take in good grace, but then promptly forget. I think she's going to be a great big sister, as long as we can keep that possessiveness in check.
Part of the reason for the trip up the hill was to get Morgan's old baby stuff out of the storage unit, so we could clean it up, take stock of what we already have so we know what to register for, etc. Dad's unit is in the way back of the facility, and there's about a foot and a half of snow on the ground that had yet to be driven over or walked on or anything. So of course we had to have a snowball fight. The snow was perfect for it, too. Nice and packable so it didn't just disintegrate mid-flight, and yet exploded beautifully on contact and didn't hit too hard. Yay for the forethought to wear our hiking boots, and for Dad having tons of extra gloves and mittens and shell jackets handily laying around. Morgan's jeans got wet up to her knees but she didn't seem to mind at all. I swear she got her father's thermostat. And Dad deliberately fistailed the car on our way back through the facility, which was fun (once I realized he was doing it on purpose and did in fact have control), though I suspect our tracks are going to make the next person to come through nervous. ;)
Work is... work. By the time I come home and vent to Alan about the latest drama with our new tax program or whatever else is going wrong at the moment (something new every week at least), I don't have much energy to blog it, so y'all are spared teh dramaz. I'll just say that working for a tax preparer at this time of the year is probably everything you could imagine it might be, and leave it at that.
Now to sit on the couch and _not_ fall asleep while I do tonight's kick count.