Foxlet: Week 35

What a week, eh?

Hospital trips, blood pressure monitoring, bed rest… oh my! To say this past week has been a bit of an emotional roller coaster is probably understating it. It wasn’t a ton of fun to go from a totally textbook, complication-free pregnancy to suddenly talking about high blood pressure, early delivery, and induction, but fortunately I do have some positive things to report!

I last left you with my diagnosis of pregnancy-induced hypertension (aka high blood pressure), with me being prescribed medications as well as being put on modified bedrest. My doctor talked me through what all that meant for my health (given that my high BP is actually more of a concern for me than for her), and the probability of wanting me to deliver Baby Foxlet at 37 weeks. And that’s with the understanding that it could be much sooner if my blood pressure doesn’t get under control.

Well, I’m happy to report that after spending the weekend laid up in bed and starting my blood pressure medication, I returned to the OB on Monday and registered some much better-lookin’ BP numbers! Huzzah!

My reading on Monday was 127/86, which is just the sliiiiightly outside of the desired range (“normal” BP is usually under 120/80) but was definitely a good change from my previous reading Friday — which was 140/85. I also went back to the doctor the following day (Tuesday/yesterday) for a sonogram to check on Baby Foxlet, where they took my blood pressure again, and it was even better at 122/82!

My ultrasound also went very well and Foxlet is, to quote my doctor, “growing perfectly,” which was a huge relief! She measured in at 5 lbs, 13 oz (yay!), is facing head-down (double yay!), has her feet up near my right rib (which explains why I only get that stabby rib pain thing on the right side!), and I have good fluid levels and all that jazz. The only somewhat unfortunate thing was that because she’s so big at this point, and her head is facing my pelvis, the technician couldn’t get any good photos of her face or profile! All I got was a shot of her feet, haha.

Of course, I’m not complaining since the whole point of this was just to check on how she’s doing, and it was kind of a bonus to get to see her at all in there. Plus, Sean and I did sorta get to see a glimpse of her li’l face on the screen, brief though it was, so that’ll do for now, hehe.

So anyway, it really has been positive news all around — thank goodness — though I’m still a bit hesitant to celebrate too wildly. You know me, anxious and alarmist as I am, I know I’m still gonna live in constant fear that my blood pressure will spike, or that I’ll develop additional symptoms/warning signs of preeclampsia and we’ll still be rushed off to the hospital early. But the good thing about all this extra monitoring and testing is that now that we know about how big she is, even if her size estimate isn’t totally accurate, and even if we ended up in the hospital tomorrow, she’d probably look pretty good. After all, there are even some full-term babies born at 5 lbs, 13 oz, right?

Sooooo all this is to say that my doctor is happy that my current treatment plan is working, and while she unfortunately doesn’t want me to come off of bedrest, she’s happy to have me keep on keeping on until at least 37 weeks. Which is really the best kind of outcome I could be hoping for right now! My doctor’s appointments will be weekly starting from now on, and are to include a non-stress test (NST), which is basically just some extra fetal monitoring to make sure things continue to be hunky-dory for Foxlet in there. Whew.

Foxlet’s Size: At 35 weeks, Foxlet is about the length of a durian (but hopefully will smell better, heh.) As mentioned above, we now know that she’s sitting pretty at around 5 pounds, 13 ounces. Almost 6 glorious pounds!

Weight: Weeeell, with all the stress and craziness since last week, combined with the fact that my stomach is like, teeny tiny right now, means I’ve actually lost a couple of pounds again. Oops. My doctor is definitely not concerned at all, especially given that it’s not like Foxlet’s size seems to be suffering in any way, and I’m sure that now that I’m bed- and couch-bound it’ll be back with a vengeance.

Symptoms: Shortness of breath, insomnia, and this daggone pain in my tailbone area — which I’m now thinking is sciatic nerve pain (as one of you totally called a few weeks ago!) given that it seems focused only on the right side of my tailbone/butt area. It’s extremely painful, however, and lately seems to flare up anytime I shift my weight, sit down, or stand up. So basically, always. It sucks. On the bright side, it really makes my pelvic pain seem like a thing of the past?

Emotions: I mean…….. it’s been a rocky week. Heh. So, yes, more than my fair share of tears have likely been shed as of late. But it’s not like there hasn’t been a specific reason tied to almost every crying fit lately, so all things considered, I actually feel like I’ve been able to remain pretty level-headed.

Cravings/Aversions: Fried egg sandwiches with a slice of tomato and ketchup are my jimmity jam right now.

Sleep: I’ve basically just given up on sleep at this point. At least I’ll be well-seasoned for when Foxlet actually arrives, eh?

Purchases: I received a diaper credit on Amazon for doing my registry through them, so I redeemed for some diaper supplies. Since Foxlet is definitely going to be joining us at least slightly earlier than planned, I went ahead and got some newborn sized diapers, additional diaper inserts, and added to my stockpile of wipes.

Looking forward to… my final work event! I have quite a bit of work-related stuff going on in August (and even early September) that I’m unfortunately having to hand off to my amazing coworkers, but my doctor did give me permission to go to my Yelp event tomorrow. It’s at Pinot’s Palette, and I promised her that I’d just be sitting and painting the entire time so she gave me her blessing to attend.

NOT looking forward to… the fact that I can’t finish up most of the nesting-related things left on my to-do list, sigh. Of course, Sean can take care of everything, but it’s not like he has the same nesting urges as me, so that to-do list isn’t exactly too pressing for him. I mean, okay, none of it is really pressing in general, to be fair. But knowing that doesn’t keep me from wishing I could finish putting up decals in the downstairs bathroom, pre-wash all her baby towels, or get that dang bookshelf up!

Ah well. I, of course, am dealing. For now, anyway. And if the bedrest boredom eventually starts to affect my sanity, I’m sure you guys will be the first to figure it out. <3

The Saga Continues…

Previously, on Gretchen’s Life:

At my routine 34 week appointment last week, I had high blood pressure and was sent to the hospital to get checked out. Over the course of the time spent laying around there, my blood pressure went back to normal levels, and all of my other tests came back normal. I was discharged with instructions to follow back up with my OB on Friday (two days later) for another blood pressure check.

All caught up? Okay, good. So, as mentioned in my last post, this super unexpected turn of events (unexpected in that my blood pressure has been generally great all pregnancy and I’ve had no other issues until now) threw me into panic mode a bit. I suddenly wanted to—nay, HAD TO—check off every single item on my to-do list all at once.

 
Luckily, I’m surrounded by awesome people who quickly offered to help me out (huge thanks to Catrina for helping haul away my Goodwill donation pile!), and while I certainly didn’t accomplish everything on my to-do list, I did get to check off a few things that had been gnawing at me. I successfully got our stroller together (the Chicco Bravo travel system — gifted by my parents), put most of the finishing touches on my maternity leave plan for work, and packed up my hospital bag (which, okay, maybe wasn’t super necessary, but can you blame me for wanting to take care of it sooner rather than later?).

Well, turns out it’s a really good thing that I did have such a productive day-and-a-half between doctor’s visits, since on Friday I whisked myself off to see the OB for my follow up appointment…

…Where it was determined after several new readings that my blood pressure was still high. Womp womp. My BP wasn’t reading insanely high (140/85-ish, if I remember correctly), but high enough for my doctor to remain concerned. While I wasn’t sent back to the hospital or anything, I do have borderline gestational hypertension and I think my OB is worried that it could still develop into preeclampsia.

Just like before, it felt like things moved very quickly from there. I was prescribed blood pressure medication (Procardia) and put on modified bedrest (I’m still allowed to get up to use the bathroom, get water, eat, etc, but otherwise need to be laying down in bed or on the couch). Most importantly, my doctor’s recommendation is now to induce Baby Foxlet’s birth at 37 weeks… assuming my blood pressure is able to be kept relatively under control until then.

Needless to say (especially if you saw my Instagram Stories update from later that day, lol), this was certainly not the news I was hoping to hear. Even though 37 weeks is considered “full-term” by some professionals, I don’t think that having a medical reason to induce early at all is part of anyone’s ideal plan. I also worry that this increases my likelihood of being taken in for a C-section instead of being able to deliver vaginally, which I know wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I know plenty of women who have had them and been more than fine! But that said, I’ve never had any kind of surgery before — never even gotten my wisdom teeth taken out! — so the thought of a caesarean is still pretty scary to me.

Moreover, there’s the fear that I won’t even make it to 37 weeks if my blood pressure spikes up further, or if I develop any additional signs of preeclampsia (specifically I need to keep an eye out for bad headaches, sudden swelling, and/or vision changes.) At only 34 weeks and 5 days right now, Foxlet is still pretty itty bitty, and has quite a bit of lung development still to go… which would likely mean a stay in the NICU if she were to have to come now. In my head, I know that 34 weeks isn’t super-duper premature or anything, but you never really know what could happen. And just the thought of my little bean surrounded by all those tubes and wires, or even just being in an incubator instead of in my arms makes me so sad.

Even though I’ve had a textbook (albeit relatively miserable) pregnancy up until literally this week, I’m battling some pretty extreme emotions about this turn of events. It really feels like the alarm has gone from 0 – 100 SO quickly. I was totally fine… and then suddenly, I wasn’t. And it’s really hard not to feel like somehow this is my fault, that I could have done something different — waited until I was at a healthier weight to get pregnant, battled through my extreme nausea to stay more active, or just been, I don’t know, better at this whole growing-a-human thing.

And I know—I know—there are plenty of people who develop gestational hypertension, preeclampsia, and a whole host of other pregnancy-related issues, regardless of whether they’re super fit and at a healthy weight, or if they’ve got a little more to love. But the guilt is still real.  Those of you who are already mothers have told me that feeling of guilt is probably never going to go away though (welcome to being a parent, I guess!) so perhaps this is just the universe’s way of getting some extra practice in for me.

Anyway, now that I’m a little bit further removed from the shock of receiving this news, I really am trying to maintain a positive outlook. After all, I don’t have any reason to think that this treatment plan won’t work as of right now. And I do acknowledge that I’m in a better position than many to deal with the pitfalls of being put on bedrest. The fact that I work from home means there’s still a ton I can get done from the confines of my bed or couch, after all! Makes for a pretty good distraction, too.

I go back for another follow up appointment on Monday to check on whether the medication is working, whether my blood pressure is remaining stable, and whether I’m going to need to stay on bedrest for the remainder of my pregnancy (however long that’s going to end up being.) My doctor also scheduled me for an ultrasound on Tuesday to check on Baby Foxlet, see how she’s doing, and try to get an idea of how big she is (although I hear these sizing sonograms aren’t incredibly accurate). So I’m trying to look at it as kind of a bonus that at least I’ll get to see a glimpse of my little nugget again — my last ultrasound was back at 21 weeks!

Anyway, that brings us up to speed! I’ll likely have another update after my appointment tomorrow (and hopefully it will be good news — or at least no news!) but for now, I’ll happily welcome any positive thoughts and good juju you want to send to me and Baby Foxlet. I also will happily welcome any visitors bearing bubble tea. Just saying.

Foxlet: Week 32

32 weeks! This is the point where it simultaneously feels like the end is nigh and I still have miles to go. I cannot imagine how my stomach is going to get any bigger, and yet I still have almost 8 weeks to go! Yipes.

I had my 32 week OB checkup yesterday, and everything looks great. My blood pressure reading was very good (yay!), and I’m measuring right on track growth-wise. We had a crazy hot and humid week last week, so I’m still dealing with some swelling from that, but she said that swelling, along with my other symptoms, are all very normal. Hooray for normal!

Foxlet’s Size: At 32 weeks, Baby Foxlet is the size of a jicama, a squash, or a bucket of popcorn… and weighs almost 4 pounds!

Weight: Hip, hip, huzzah! I’ve officially gotten back to my initial, pre-pregnancy (or, rather, early pregnancy) weight! And it only took, like, what, 7 months? Ha. While emotionally, it’s still hard for me to consider growing numbers on the scale a positive thing, I recognize that weight gain at this point is super healthy and necessary. After all, she’s gaining weight every week, too! My baby book says she could gain as much as a half a pound per week moving forward, so I should expect to also gain about a pound per week.

Symptoms: Blah, blah, blah, more complaining. I know you’re all probably sick of hearing about it by now — I sure am! But whatever, man, people deserve to know what they’re in for, haha. I can confirm the third trimester really ain’t the bee’s knees (and everyone even warned me ahead of time that it would be tough, especially in the summer!)

As mentioned, I’ve been having a bit of swelling in my hands and feet due to the heat, but my main symptoms are unfortunately still pain-related: tailbone pain, back pain, and continued SPD/pelvic pain. Heartburn is still pretty bad, unfortunately, and I still have that sharp stabby rib pain flare up (only on my right side). I suspect it may be related to the heartburn, or maybe to gas buildup or something, as it’s intermittent and seems to activate/resolve depending on my body position.

Emotions: Surprisingly steady this week. I mean, I still cry at the drop of the hat but I don’t think anything particularly ridiculous has set me off in the past 7 days at least? Or maybe it has, but I’ve just become so accustomed to it at this point that I don’t even take notice anymore, hahahaha.

Cravings/Aversions: I had the most intense craving for a Costco chicken pot pie yesterday. It did not get resolved because A) the craving came during rush hour and B) even if I had braved traffic (or, rather, convinced Sean to do it for me, hehe), it would have taken like 90 minutes to cook. But I have a feeling I’ll be indulging in said craving today because those pot pies are damn good!

Sleep: Terrible. Just, terrible. Changing positions in bed is quite painful if I’ve been laying on my side for a long time, if I try to sleep propped up it kills my tailbone, and regardless of what position I’m finally able to fall asleep in, I wake up every few hours to use the bathroom anyway and have to start all over again. Sleep is no longer my favorite.

Purchases: Picked up a bunch of the remaining things on my registry, so Baby Foxlet’s nursery is really almost 100% done! Just waiting on a replacement part for the bookcase I ordered, and then Sean has to mount something on the wall for me and it’ll be complete! Can’t wait to show off the full, finished thing to you guys.

Looking forward to… CM Week — our annual work conference at Yelp HQ in San Francisco. I fly out Sunday, and for now I’m going to be optimistic and hope that the joy of seeing my coworkers and being busy with work stuff will be a nice distraction from all the pregnancy aches and pains. A few of my coworkers are also pregnant right now, so I think it’ll be fun for us to see each other for that reason as well. And at least the weather will probably feel great in the Bay Area! Tends to be MUCH cooler there than it is here at this time of year, hehe.

NOT looking forward to… getting on a plane this Sunday. My OB cleared me for travel at my appointment yesterday, assuring me that there are literally no signs or indications at all to think I will go into premature labor or have any reason not to fly.

That said, I’m sure I’ll still be very uncomfortable and my feet will probably swell up on the flight. I’m flying Virgin America, so their seats tend to be on the somewhat roomier side, and they have the nice screens that let you order drinks and food and stuff really easily at least. My plan is to wear my compression socks on the plane, drink tons of water, and to waddle walk up and down the full length of the plane at least once an hour. Fingers crossed!

Maternity Photos!

So every now and then I do this thing where I post something totally self-serving and entirely un-humble (as if that wasn't already the entire reason behind me blogging in general), and — spoiler alert — this is gonna be one of those times.

This past weekend, I had my maternity photoshoot with Taylor & Ben, and I could not be more thrilled with how the pictures turned out! You guys know that I talk a big game about self-love and body confidence, and honestly it's been easier than ever to legitimately love my body while it's been baking this tiny human. Pregnancy absolutely changes your perception of your body, and while the physical symptoms of this pregnancy haven't been easy for me, the mental and emotional changes I've gone through with regard to my feelings about my body have been very positive.

All that being said, I was still a little bit nervous that as a plus size mama-to-be, I wouldn't be able to achieve the "look" that I was going for with my maternity photos. I didn't want all this body-positive energy to be suddenly snuffed out by feeling bad about myself in photo-form, after all! Well, turns out neither my weight nor the 100% humidity destroying the hair I had carefully curled at 6 AM that morning could stop this photo magic from happening!

  

 

 

I remain eternally grateful to have such talented photographers in the family, not to mention the devoted willingness of a husband who absolutely hates having his picture taken, haha.

I've got my next OB appointment tomorrow morning, so I'll be delaying this week's pregnancy update 'til Thursday so I can make a full report. 'Til then…!

Foxlet: Week 31

Here we are at week 31, and time definitely is NOT slowing down! 9 weeks to go… hopefully! At my last OB appointment they said I was measuring a week ahead, which I know could be accurate or could mean absolutely nothing. Even with all their measurements and technology, it’s still hard for doctors to accurately predict these things. I know the statistics all say that first time moms are faaaaar more likely to go past their due date than go into labor early, but I just can’t help my FTM paranoia and think I’m not gonna make it that far. Watch me eat these words in like 9 weeks when I’m totally overdue and absolutely miserable though, lol.

Every day I do a little bit more nesting — washing sheets or blankets, hanging stuff on walls, putting clothes on hangers. I think I just love spending time in her room, haha. Even though I know she won’t even be using the nursery for a while after we bring her home, it just feels nice to be down there. Surrounded by all “her” stuff, hehe.

Foxlet’s Size: At 31 weeks, Baby Foxlet is around 3 1/3 pounds and as big as a coconut, an American football, or one of those giant tubs of Nutella (mmmm… Nutella…)

Weight: I’ve gained more pound this week, making me almost back up to my initial weight! Huzzah!

Symptoms: Eh, you know, more of the same whining from me. Pregnancy hurts, man! Heartburn still hits me hard every night, and my SPD (symphysis pubis dysfunction — basically lots o’ vag pain) has been pretty bad lately. I wear a pregnancy support belt at home (or tape up my belly with KT Tape) most days.

I’ve also still got this lingering dry cough (I suspect it may be somehow related to my heartburn, as I don’t feel sick otherwise!) and the latest new symptom is this super sharp, stabby pain that I get occasionally right over my rib, under my right boob. It feels like my rib is literally stabbing me — maybe Baby Foxlet has gotten so big she’s pushing part of my body into my rib bone or something? It usually flares up if I’m bending/leaning over or reaching forward for something, and will subside if I lay back. But yeah, not fun at all and definitely something I’ll be bringing up at my doctor’s appointment next week (if not calling about sooner. It really hurts!)

Emotions: Lol, do I even need to comment on this anymore? Still a total mess like, all the time. Sean and I watched Okja on Netflix which, having heard nothing about, I thought was gonna be a feel-good family-friendly movie but actually turned out to be a commentary on the factory farming industry. By the time the credits were rolling, I was a hot sobbing mess, loudly proclaiming through my tears all about how I was never eating meat again. (It didn’t last very long as I had chicken for dinner last night… although I’m still pretty sure I won’t be able to eat pork again for quite some time.) That said, the movie was very good! Just, you know, maybe not great to watch while pregnant and also right after having pork dumplings for dinner.

Cravings/Aversions: I’m back at the stage where I can never really decide what I want to eat, although I’m hungry like, all the time. Current favorites are still all things fruit, salads (especially with poppyseed dressing), and bagels with chive cream cheese.

Sleep: My heartburn has been making sleep more and more challenging. I basically have to prop myself somewhat upright so that the acid doesn’t burn my esophagus (something I was kind of used to doing before — I dealt with acid reflux pre-pregnancy too), but doing so a lot of pressure on my tailbone and makes that hurt. Plus, if I lay in any one position for too long, then go to change positions it hurts like hell because of my SPD. Basically, it takes me a hella long time to get comfortable and fall asleep. Probably every preggo’s problem at this stage, I know, but I’m still going to complain about it! Gahaha.

That said, I continue to be incredibly grateful that I work from home and have a flexible schedule so I can always tack on a bit more sleep in the mornings if I’ve had a bad night before. I’m also already making use of the Sleep Sheep noise machine that my friend gifted me, as it really is soothing to fall asleep to the dulcet sound of waves rippling upon the shore… She may have to fight me for it once she’s sleeping in her own room, ahahaha.

Purchases: My latest purchases have all been storage related, as I needed plastic drawers and tubs to get her clothes and toys and all her other odds and ends organized. I’m pretty happy with the system I have in place, and am planning on posting a full nursery “tour” once we really get everything finalized and in place.

Looking forward to… my registry completion discount activating at the end of this week so I can finally pick up the last remaining things that we need to prepare for this little one! It’s not a lot of “fun” stuff, mainly things like a changing pad, baby gate (or, more accurately, doggy gate), diaper stuff, mattress covers, and mommy necessities like boob pads and stuff. Super sexy.

NOT looking forward to… Getting my TDAP shot, probably at my appointment next week. I totally believe in its necessity to protect Foxlet from whooping cough (among other things), but the last time I got one (when my niece Kira was born), my arm hurt for like 3 days. Oh, the sacrifices we make for our children! 😉