Pregnancy stuff, fat babies
I'll start with the AWESOME news. The Maternal Fetal Specialist called back and said the amniocentesis results came back completely normal and that everything was fine. This was on my way to work on Wednesday. I seriously thought it would be later than that, so it was an extremely pleasant surprise. I'm kind of pissed at the doctor who suggested I have the test done, though, because he made it seem like I was pretty high risk (he said 1 in 150 since I started at 1 in 700) for an abonormal baby when all my other doctors said that the starting risk was more like 1 in 1500 for my age group, which means that my risk of miscarriage from having the procedure done (1 in 200) was probably higher than the risk that the baby had Down Syndrome. And I did have a scare the night before Thanksgiving. I was staying at my mom's so the dogs (this is before Estelle went to her new home) had to sleep in the room with me. Dexter heard someone moving around in the middle of the night and woke me up so I let them out to go to the bathroom. When they were finished, Estelle wouldn't come back in the room, so I just picked her up and carried her back. I'm going to guess she weighs about 30 pounds. Apparently that was too much weight for me to handle 3 days after the amnio and I started cramping really bad. They went away after about 10 minutes and then 5 minutes later came back. This cycle went on for 2 hours before it stopped. After the first hour I went into my mom's room to wake her up to see if I should call the doctor. She put me in her bed, made a pillow nest around me, and we prayed a rosary together. Then she gave me a book on tape to listen to. That calmed me down a lot and that's when the cramping stopped. Thank God I was at my mom's house because she was so great at getting me comfortable and calm, and hubby is pretty terrible at waking up, so I would have completely lost it on my own.
Thanksgiving went pretty well. The in-laws ate with us, including my niece and boy did she eat. I'm fairly certain that she went through nearly 2 nine oz bottles in the four hours they were there. At her one month check up a couple of days later she weighed 12 pounds, putting her a little over 4 pounds what she weighed at birth. Apparently, this is a non-issue to both SIL and her mom who thinks her "chunky monkey" grandchild is just adorable. I was a little surprised that, having raised 2 kids herself, she didn't step in and say something to SIL like "I think, MAYBE, you're over feeding her" until today when she showed me a picture of hubby at 3 months, tipping the scales at a whopping 21 pounds. Yeah......
At any rate, my mother-in-law seems convinced that my baby will be over 8 pounds and that he will be a "poop flinger." Apparently, hubby, his father, and his uncle all had problems with reaching into their diaper and playing with their poop, and his family has not been shy in reminding me of this. In fact, this whole poop flinger business has been going on since before I was even pregnant. SIL felt it appropriate to include in her toast at our wedding. Also, they seem to think that this trait is somehow genetic. I, on the other hand, am of the opinion that if you don't let your child sit in their dirty diaper for too long, then they won't be inclined to remove the poop from it. But every chance she gets, MIL will interject that baby will be over 8 pounds and a poop flinger. I'm sorry, but my baby will not be a fatty who plays in his diaper. Period.
I was going to write more stuff about all the aches and pains and inconveniences of being pregnant, but I think I'm actually too tired to complain (despite the fact that I went to bed at 1 am last night and woke up at 1 pm today). More later.
Thanksgiving went pretty well. The in-laws ate with us, including my niece and boy did she eat. I'm fairly certain that she went through nearly 2 nine oz bottles in the four hours they were there. At her one month check up a couple of days later she weighed 12 pounds, putting her a little over 4 pounds what she weighed at birth. Apparently, this is a non-issue to both SIL and her mom who thinks her "chunky monkey" grandchild is just adorable. I was a little surprised that, having raised 2 kids herself, she didn't step in and say something to SIL like "I think, MAYBE, you're over feeding her" until today when she showed me a picture of hubby at 3 months, tipping the scales at a whopping 21 pounds. Yeah......
At any rate, my mother-in-law seems convinced that my baby will be over 8 pounds and that he will be a "poop flinger." Apparently, hubby, his father, and his uncle all had problems with reaching into their diaper and playing with their poop, and his family has not been shy in reminding me of this. In fact, this whole poop flinger business has been going on since before I was even pregnant. SIL felt it appropriate to include in her toast at our wedding. Also, they seem to think that this trait is somehow genetic. I, on the other hand, am of the opinion that if you don't let your child sit in their dirty diaper for too long, then they won't be inclined to remove the poop from it. But every chance she gets, MIL will interject that baby will be over 8 pounds and a poop flinger. I'm sorry, but my baby will not be a fatty who plays in his diaper. Period.
I was going to write more stuff about all the aches and pains and inconveniences of being pregnant, but I think I'm actually too tired to complain (despite the fact that I went to bed at 1 am last night and woke up at 1 pm today). More later.