Dramatic, Whiney Pregnant Lady

It’s funny – I wrote that entry yesterday about how Tracy keeps telling me not to overdo it. I don’t ever think I really overdo it. I believe I should be able to do the same things at the same pace that I did them before I was pregnant. It’s really difficult to accept that my body is in rebellion.

First let me say that yesterday was really, really hot and humid. It was something like 79 or 80 degrees at 7 AM. Despite the heat, I got up at around 6:30 AM and got ready to go on my usual morning walk. I ate breakfast, drank some water, laced my tennis shoes, and headed downstairs to meet Obea. We walked for 2 miles. I was getting really hot, but I didn’t complain. I do NOT want to be perceived as the dramatic, whiney pregnant girl. And again, pre-pregnancy, I walked 3 miles at a time, so cutting it down to 2 was my idea of “not overdoing it.” By the time our walk ended and I said good-bye to Obea and headed up the 3 flights of stairs to our third story condo, I realized that I was really, really hot and feeling a little queasy. “I’m okay, I thought. I’ll just take off my shoes and socks and lay on the floor to cool down,” which I did. I drank a little water and some iced tea. In no time, I was feeling better. Tracy once again reminded me that I was overdoing it.

I later took a shower and got dressed to go meet Tracy for lunch. We were planning to go the Chinese restaurant. I had been craving chinese food for a couple of days. After getting dressed, make-up applied, and hair coifed, I headed downstairs to my car. All was well. But, again, it was REALLY HOT! By this time it was noon and I’m guessing at least 95 degrees. I cranked the car and turned the AC wide open all the while thinking about the egg rolls and crab rangoon I was going to savor at the Chinese restaurant.

Up highway 17 I went, then to highway 544. Oh, about two tenths of a mile past Wal-Mart, I started feeling really queasy. Then came that hot/cold kind of sweat. Then I started getting even more queasy. Okay, I thought, I am really close to Tracy’s office, I can make it. Within the next 10 seconds, I decided that I probably was not going to make it even out of the car into the next gas station bathroom, I was just going to have to stop and hurl right in someone’s parking lot. “They’ll understand, I’m pregnant,” I resolved. I was getting closer to a place where I could actually pull over, when I started to hear static – my radio wasn’t on. Then, even though the sun was blazing, everything started to turn gray, then grayer, and I determined that eventually all was going to go black. I picked up the phone and dialed Tracy’s number. “Hello,” he said. “Um, I am about to black out and I am in the car driving. I am pulling over at Surfside Bakery, because I can’t really see to drive anymore,” I quickly said before the lights went completely out. “Stay there, I’m coming to get you,” he managed to blurt out before I hung up without saying good-bye. He apparently thought I had already passed out.

So, I make it to Surfside Bakery, put the car in neutral and raise the emergency brake. I still have enough foresight to lay my seat back and point the AC vents directly on me. Did I mention that for the last 5 and a half months I have been working really hard to not be perceived as a dramatic, whiney, pregnant lady?

After about oh, 1 minute or so, I don’t even think it was that long, I was fine. By the time Tracy got there (30 seconds later – he didn’t waste any time) I was sitting with my seat upright, looking out the window, smiling.

Needless to say, he was relieved that I was okay. He wasn’t sure what he was going to find upon arrival. He told me he thought he was going to have to pick me up out of my car and take me to the hospital. I commented about how fast he got to me. He said, “Yeah, well when you want me to come home in a hurry, you could pull another stunt like this.” Although, he also said that it wouldn’t work for very many times before he would start accusing me of “crying wolf.”

Once again this morning, as I was lacing up my tennis shoes, Tracy reminded me to not overdo it. I walked with Obea, but I did make sure to drink water and Gatorade. It was also a lot cooler outside and breezy. So far, I haven’t fainted or needed to call anyone to rush to my aid today, but it’s only noon. Oh the drama!

Eye Twitches on Steroids

I am at week 22 and this baby is wildly active especially when I am sitting still. He kicks and punches and I can just imagine him dancing around. I hope he has more rhythm that Tracy and me. We both stayed in the house all day yesterday and read books because it was rainy and we wanted to be lazy. I spent the time in between reading watching my belly jump around. It’s like having extra large muscle spasms in my belly. Some people said the movement would feel like butterflies – not sure where they got that. My friend Paola said it felt like a big gas ball – much more accurate than butterflies. But, to me it’s like that twitch you sometimes get on your eyebrow that you can’t control – except that twitch is on steroids. I love it though. A couple of ladies told me the other day that I would miss that feeling after the baby is born. I have been thinking about that wondering if I will really miss it or if I just love the reassurance that there is life inside me. I think I will be so distracted by this new being once he arrives that I will be taking care of, I won’t have time to miss the uncontrollable movements of my tummy.

The other day, I was getting ready to go eat lunch with my dad and I kept having this uncontrollable feeling that I had to pee. I would go to the bathroom and could produce nothing but a trickle. Ten minutes later, I felt like “Oh my goodness – I really have to pee this time.” I’d go to the bathroom – trickle, trickle. I finally decided that Little Davis was using my bladder as a footstool. The doctor said that he is upright – feet down position, but he should turn in the next trimester. I already knew his feet were down, because all the kicking was on my bladder.

I have so enjoyed being pregnant up to this point though. I told Tracy that I think I may want to stay pregnant. It’s nice not having to worry about sucking in your pooch when you wear a fitted shirt. Pregnancy allows you to just let it hang over your skirt or pants without feeling fat. It’s awesome. I have also loved (especially at school) how everyone tells you how cute or beautiful you look. I bet I heard that at least 10 times a day when I was working. I don’t know how anyone could tire of constant compliments.

So, Tracy thinks that if he pushes on my belly with his finger, the baby is reaching up to touch his hand. He is going to be such an amazing daddy. He is already so helpful and caring and understanding. I have been walking at least 4 to 5 days a week and he continually reminds me not to overdo it. He said the other day that I should just stay in the house until the baby is born. After about two days of me staying in the house, he would be begging me to get out and go shopping or visiting or something – I would be utterly crazy.

I decided to start reading my daily scriptures aloud today. When I was reading, Davis started moving around. I am going to believe that he can already hear our voices and learn from them. Gosh, it just occurred to me that when I go back to work in August he will definitely be able to hear. He’s going to be a student too! WOW! No telling how he’s going to turn out.


Amazing! There’s A Living, Breathing Person Inside ME!

It’s official – the baby has been identified.

A friend had told me a few weeks ago that just before going in for the ultrasound, I should drink orange juice. It supposedly would make the baby very active. I figured it was another one of those old wives’ tales – myths. But, hey, I’m game for most anything. So, on the way to the dr.’s office, I sipped some Tropicana. The baby started moving in the waiting room. I thought, oh no, the baby is going to tumble around, then as we are having the ultrasound he or she will be fast asleep, fetal position, legs closed.

Not too much time passed before they called us back. I did the routine – weigh and pee in a cup. I gained another 3 pounds by the way (10 pounds total). We were guided into the ultrasound room where we waited anxiously and contemplated the idea of twins. I think everyone thinks they are having twins at some point in the pregnancy. Dr. Bindner came in in a matter of minutes. After having a reassuring conversation about my spastic nature and my racing/palpitating heart, we were ready to begin.

She squirted the blue ultrasound goo on my belly and began to roll the imaging instrument across me. Immediately, an picture appeared…the baby’s butt, with legs spread wide open. Dr. Bindner asked, “Would ya’ll like to know the sex of the baby?” “Yes,” we replied excitedly. She kept moving the ultrasound around without saying a word. So, I said, “Can you tell what the sex of the baby is?” She said yes. Then she kept moving it around some more without a word. I think she was enjoying keeping us in suspense. Finally, I said, “Well, what is it?” “It’s a boy!!!!” I still wasn’t completely certain that she was certain of the sex, so I questioned, “Well, are you like 95% sure it’s a boy?” “Oh, no, I am 100% sure it’s a boy!” she replied with much certainty. This child was proudly displaying his package. All I could think about at that point was how excited Tracy’s dad and my dad were going to be. They were convinced the entire time that it was going to be a boy. Then the doctor showed us all the organs – we could actually see the chambers of the heart pumping blood. Before the ultrasound was over we were able to see an amazing profile of the baby with him reaching up his hand to touch his face – maybe he was saying hello to everyone. She could also see him hiccup.


The ultrasound was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. Tracy said it was a good thing we didn’t have one of those machines at home, we’d never get anything done. Dr. Bindner also said that everything was completely normal and progressing as it should. After I heard “boy” and “normal”, I forgot to ask any other questions about the size of the baby or if my due date was still accurate. This experience truly made pregnancy real, although I still can’t even begin to wrap my brain around the whole idea that Tracy and I created this little person that is growing and learning and being shaped into a person inside me.

Tracy asked the other night if I thought baby’s could communicate with God when they are inside the womb. I know they have a spirit at this point. I bet little Davis is having the most profound conversations with his maker. Wish we could eavesdrop.

Week 18 Update

Today was my 18 week visit to the doctor. I have seen a different doctor each time which has been pretty neat. I really liked the one today. I am now at 123 – altogether I have gained 7 pounds. The nurse and doctor said that was great, since I am about halfway through. Halfway through….hard to believe. It seems like I just accepted the fact that I am pregnant and now I am already halfway through. Woah! Dr. Bindner also measured and said the baby is growing just as it should be at this point. The heart rate at this visit sounded even stronger than the previous two visits. (Click here to listen) The doctor said she wished she could take credit for her skill at finding it, but the heightened pounding sound was due to the baby’s growth. 140 beats per minute is the new number.

The whole pregnancy has been pretty uneventful which to me is fabulous. An uneventful pregnancy and delivery is what I would like everyone to be praying for. I think I may have felt the baby move today also. Kind of twinge sort of feeling in my left side.

June 19th at 3:00 PM is the reveal date. Be praying for a cooperative, outgoing baby who is eager to flash us all.