Personal Post: Closer to Birthing
It feels like Sephie has learned how to turn cartwheels in my womb. I realize I should probably be proud of this accomplishment, but in actuality, it just reinforces why I really don't enjoy pregnancy.
Admittedly, I'm a terrible pregnant person. As I'm fond of telling people, I'm the worst pregnant person ever, and was a horrible pregnant person long before I was ever pregnant. I've weathered my fair share of storms, but I definitely have lost total patience for Sephie using my rib cage as a jungle gym. I used to be really curious about people who would discuss feeling little feet up that far, and now I know first hand. You really do feel like your ribs have become a playground.
I will admit, it's pretty cool to watch random parts of my body twitch, and know it's because she's moving around. But I hate the feeling that, at any moment, she's going to come tearing out of my body, Alien-style. Today, I had what I can compare to low-grade menstrual cramps, which would have been a welcome relief during the months where I found myself bed-ridden by endo issues. But today, it just seems like one other reason to spy the calendar and think that September 21 can't come soon enough.
Of course, looking at the date, that means I'm supposed to have my child in exactly two months. Which means I'll be 26 in exactly three months. Which means I'm seriously on the verge of becoming an adult and that kind of freaks me out. I was thinking about that today while having my blood drawn for my second gestational diabetes test, and realizing that in all likelihood, the next time I have to have my blood drawn, I'll probably be in labor.
Facing anemia and gestational diabetes has me concerned. I've been trying to learn everything I can about the two conditions, and it's interesting to note that of those who give me advice, they tend to have experience with one or the other, but not both. The biggest stress factor for me at the moment is that both have the potential to not only mess up my birth plan, but have serious complications for me and Sephie. I've started increasing my iron and eating red meat to help with the anemia, but there isn't much I can do with the gestational diabetes until I know whether or not I actually have it.
On an unrelated note, I was involved in a collision two days ago. Some idiot bicyclist crashed into my car while I was at a complete stop, so it goes without saying it was absolutely her fault. Adding insult to injury, she was riding into oncoming traffic, and on the sidewalk to boot. In California, bicyclists are required to use their respective bike lanes (and one was available, so why she wasn't using it is beyond me) and avoid the sidewalk. What really irritated me was that I tried to call 911, file a police report--the whole nine yards, and she insisted that she was fine and didn't need it, she would go to her own doctor later. I gave her my contact information and asked that she call me to let me know she was okay, to which she apologized for not paying attention, then biked off.
Well, she did call me--and demanded $300 to go to the doctor and buy her a new bicycle. Considering she hit me in the process of breaking several traffic laws while I was at a dead stop, I refused. At the urging of heartem, who also happens to be my insurance agent, I called my insurance company and filed a claim. I don't really want to get the car fixed because it's a tiny little dent and it won't be the last one that my car accrues under my ownership, but I want to be protected in case this woman decides to step up her extortion a notch or two.
The one bright side is a few weeks ago, I ordered slim editions of season one and two of "The X-Files." I've been wanting to watch the series a lot lately, and my Asian Collector's Edition is chalked full of problems. There are probably still half a dozen episodes I have never seen because not all the discs worked, and I have yet to bring myself to watch Season Nine. But the slim editions are American, so there's no difficulty in getting them to work on my DVD player or Xbox, and I remember how much fun it was to watch the series when Sheila was pregnant with Phoenix all those years ago.
I've asked B to start watching them with me, but with his exhausting schedule, it's unlikely. In fact, it looks like I'll be going into the office with him for the next few weeks to help keep the work load down. I'm not sure there are enough ways to express how bad of an idea that is (sadly, it was mine) but I also don't believe we have much of a choice. The boys are exhausted and need some relief, and if I can help them with that, why shouldn't I?
Admittedly, I'm a terrible pregnant person. As I'm fond of telling people, I'm the worst pregnant person ever, and was a horrible pregnant person long before I was ever pregnant. I've weathered my fair share of storms, but I definitely have lost total patience for Sephie using my rib cage as a jungle gym. I used to be really curious about people who would discuss feeling little feet up that far, and now I know first hand. You really do feel like your ribs have become a playground.
I will admit, it's pretty cool to watch random parts of my body twitch, and know it's because she's moving around. But I hate the feeling that, at any moment, she's going to come tearing out of my body, Alien-style. Today, I had what I can compare to low-grade menstrual cramps, which would have been a welcome relief during the months where I found myself bed-ridden by endo issues. But today, it just seems like one other reason to spy the calendar and think that September 21 can't come soon enough.
Of course, looking at the date, that means I'm supposed to have my child in exactly two months. Which means I'll be 26 in exactly three months. Which means I'm seriously on the verge of becoming an adult and that kind of freaks me out. I was thinking about that today while having my blood drawn for my second gestational diabetes test, and realizing that in all likelihood, the next time I have to have my blood drawn, I'll probably be in labor.
Facing anemia and gestational diabetes has me concerned. I've been trying to learn everything I can about the two conditions, and it's interesting to note that of those who give me advice, they tend to have experience with one or the other, but not both. The biggest stress factor for me at the moment is that both have the potential to not only mess up my birth plan, but have serious complications for me and Sephie. I've started increasing my iron and eating red meat to help with the anemia, but there isn't much I can do with the gestational diabetes until I know whether or not I actually have it.
On an unrelated note, I was involved in a collision two days ago. Some idiot bicyclist crashed into my car while I was at a complete stop, so it goes without saying it was absolutely her fault. Adding insult to injury, she was riding into oncoming traffic, and on the sidewalk to boot. In California, bicyclists are required to use their respective bike lanes (and one was available, so why she wasn't using it is beyond me) and avoid the sidewalk. What really irritated me was that I tried to call 911, file a police report--the whole nine yards, and she insisted that she was fine and didn't need it, she would go to her own doctor later. I gave her my contact information and asked that she call me to let me know she was okay, to which she apologized for not paying attention, then biked off.
Well, she did call me--and demanded $300 to go to the doctor and buy her a new bicycle. Considering she hit me in the process of breaking several traffic laws while I was at a dead stop, I refused. At the urging of heartem, who also happens to be my insurance agent, I called my insurance company and filed a claim. I don't really want to get the car fixed because it's a tiny little dent and it won't be the last one that my car accrues under my ownership, but I want to be protected in case this woman decides to step up her extortion a notch or two.
The one bright side is a few weeks ago, I ordered slim editions of season one and two of "The X-Files." I've been wanting to watch the series a lot lately, and my Asian Collector's Edition is chalked full of problems. There are probably still half a dozen episodes I have never seen because not all the discs worked, and I have yet to bring myself to watch Season Nine. But the slim editions are American, so there's no difficulty in getting them to work on my DVD player or Xbox, and I remember how much fun it was to watch the series when Sheila was pregnant with Phoenix all those years ago.
I've asked B to start watching them with me, but with his exhausting schedule, it's unlikely. In fact, it looks like I'll be going into the office with him for the next few weeks to help keep the work load down. I'm not sure there are enough ways to express how bad of an idea that is (sadly, it was mine) but I also don't believe we have much of a choice. The boys are exhausted and need some relief, and if I can help them with that, why shouldn't I?