Thursday, June 15, 2017

Still cooking, both figuratively and literally.


38 1/2 weeks.
Also, I legitimately thought this mirror was clean until I looked at the photo. Whoops.

Well. I just realized it's been a minute since I last blogged. I feel like a lot has actually happened in the last couple of weeks - is this what it feels like to actually have "blogging material" for a change!?

The most notable occurrence is that I quit my job! Technically I turned in my 6+ week notice way back in April, but last Friday was officially my last day. It was a really, really crappy final week, if I'm being honest. I wish I could say I was able to float through with lots of goodbyes and I'll miss yous on my way out the door (skipping, of course), but it just didn't really go down that way. It's funny how people suddenly realize you're actually leaving and suddenly come up with a million and one emergencies they need you to handle. And, I know - lack of planning on their part doesn't constitute an emergency on mine; I'm well acquainted with that phrase. But it's hard to actually put that into practice when you're the kind of person that, no matter how much you wish you could mentally check out early, you can't help but feel an overwhelming need to make sure everyone is set up for success before you leave.

That said, I was reminded exactly why I was leaving (other than the having-a-baby part, of course) when, an hour before I left, the CFO actually asked me if I would be willing to work "just one more day." I resisted the urge to start maniacally laughing and crying at the same time and managed to politely say sorry, but no.

After I finally left (!) I made my way over to my 38 week doctor's appointment, where I expected to be told the exact same thing I've been told at every appointment thus far: Baby's heartbeat is perfect, your measurements are perfect, your blood pressure is perfect, see you in a week. Whomp, whomp, nope. I was informed that my fundal height, which is supposed to be approximately the same number of centimeters high as you are weeks along in your pregnancy, was only 34 centimeters. He said that low amniotic fluid was a concern or, worse, restricted fetal growth (which can also be caused by low fluid). He immediately sent me for an ultrasound, just to see what might be going on, so I headed over to the hospital.

On the bright side, we got an unexpected ultrasound and we were able to see our adorable little girl's face for the first time. It wasn't 3D or anything, but it was good enough to get a photo and give me a little boost of motivation to power through these last couple weeks of pregnancy. The ultrasound tech also confirmed that she is absolutely, without a doubt, truly a she - which is nice, because now Isaiah and I can stop agonizing over a middle name to go with our backup boy's name.

Unfortunately, the ultrasound tech was not very encouraging and informed us that indeed, my amniotic fluid was lower than doctors like to see, which sparked a weekend full of furious Googling, a lot of praying, and the chugging of multiple gallons of water just so we could rule out dehydration should I need a follow up ultrasound the next week.

Thankfully, praise the Lord, when I went back to talk to the doctor on Tuesday, he told me that no, the tech was actually wrong, my fluid levels look perfectly fine and although the baby is measuring about a week on the small side, she's still within perfectly normal range and I'm still on track for a June 24th due date with not a thing to worry about. I asked why he thought I was measuring so small and he said that it was likely just a combination of her having dropped down into my pelvis (and boy do I feel that!), the way she was turned, and the fact that she's just a hair on the petite side. He said he's more of a safe than sorry person, hence the rushed ultrasound, which I actually appreciate even if it did cause some undue worry in the meantime.

He also told me that based on the ultrasound's cervical measurements, not a lot is happening down there yet. Which is fine - I'm still a week and a half away from my due date and it sounds like she needs a little more time to plump up anyway!

Having some time off before the baby does come has been really nice. My hips have been progressively hurting more and more, but there is still a lot I want to get done around the house so it's been really convenient to be able to be up and around being productive but also be able to sit down whenever I need to. I'm still exhausted by the evening one way or the other, but at least I have the majority of the morning and afternoon to do what I need to do so I can relax in the evenings without feeling guilty (whereas before I was getting home from work and basically dragging myself straight to the couch, lucky if I even managed to unload the dishwasher first). On tomorrow's to do list: Grocery shopping and prepping five or six freezer meals. I'm hopeful each meal will feed us at least twice, and I'm hoping to do it all for less than $150, which sounds outrageous to most of you I'm sure, but remember where I live - a block of Tillamook cheddar is almost $20. Alaska may be a dream destination for a lot of people but you definitely pay the price, and the Last Frontier is effing expensive.

One last thing - I made this sweet potato bread today, and it's freaking delicious. It's probably something that would taste even better in the fall/winter, but I had a potato I needed to use, and it's been rainy and in the low 50s here so it might as well be October. Add a cup or so of chopped walnuts or pecans to the batter - you won't regret it.

I guess that's the downside to being at home all the time now...I have to stare at things like sweet potato bread and use all my willpower not to just devour the whole thing in one sitting. Time to go distract myself with a deep cleaning of the bathroom...