One of my friends was kind enough to take some prego pictures of
my and Devin before our little girl comes. So I have thrown some in for your
enjoyment. I am not good at this picture thing, but I am trying to get better,
just like blogging.
The last few days have been crazy. I went into see “the best doctor ever” (I seriously love him) to get my weekly check up. I
am 70% effaced and dilated to 1 ½. SO EXCITING! SO SCARY! All at
the same time. Physically we are prepared. We have everything ready for her, at
least as ready as I can. Emotionally, I’m not sure I will ever be
ready. But, it’s all good and at the end of
the day, we are very excited to meet our little girl, Kensington. That’s right Kensington Harrison, still debating on the middle name
or lack thereof.
Dev likes to call her Kensie or Kens already.
Anyways, bright an early on Wednesday morning, 2am, I woke up
throwing up more violently than I ever have in my entire life. I tried to go
back to sleep with no success. So at 5:30 I finally got up and started getting
ready for work. It took an hour to pull my hair back and put on half of my
make-up, and continue throwing up. Needless to say, I looked like death. But I
had so many things to do at work, and I thought it was just a pregnancy thing
and wouldn’t be a big deal. Surely it would
pass. My poor husband always having to deal with me being sick and not knowing
what to do. He is the best though! Well, it didn’t pass, and throughout the day
I threw up anything I put in my mouth. On top of that I was having contractions
10 minutes apart. The day before, my doctor had advised to not go to the
hospital until they were 5 minutes apart, so I called to see what to do. They
said to take some Dramamine, not my best idea(a medicine that makes you drowsy
on top of being up since 2am disposing of all stomach contents from the
previous month!) It was definitely an adventurous day. My doctor’s office said if it didn’t get better to go to the hospital immediately. Ok, so I’m not the best at listening, sometimes. I really didn’t want to go to the hospital if I didn’t have to. So a few hours later I was able to keep down some
Gatorade, but my contractions had progressed to about 4 minutes apart and they
were very consistent. I was in so much pain I didn’t know if I was having contractions or if it was from everything
else going on with my body. All of the girls at work thought I was in labor for
sure. I definitely was not going to the hospital though, not yet. It’s too early! So I stuck it out. Went home, got a shower, and
figured if I couldn’t sleep through the pain I
would go to the hospital. Well, after my shower and a little bit of R&R the
body aches hit me as well as a low grade fever. There we have it, not labor,
just the stomach flu! Still not fun, AT ALL, but not labor yet. Everyone was
shocked to see me at work this morning. Contractions have stopped, throwing up
has stopped. Finally feeling rehydrated. Kensington is moving like a maniac
today. My doctor’s office is all very relieved that
I did not end up in the hospital last night, as am I. Yesterday I was kind of
wishing I was in labor just so I would know that the feeling of death would go
away soon. Luckily, it is much better today. But I am exhausted and weak. I
guess that’s what happens.
I’m so thankful for such an
incredible husband who is so understanding, and encourages me to slow down and
relax a little bit more. Yesterday he told me I am doing enough work with just
sustaining our baby girl, he doesn’t expect me to be on my hands
and knees cleaning our entire house. I don’t think he expects that anyways.
My mind expects it though. This nesting this is killing me. Maybe I will try to
shut my brain off for a second tonight and just relax with my incredible
husband, who is now getting the sore throat flu, and we can try to recoup
together. Pretty much, I feel like the luckiest little lady alive to be better,
have a healthy baby who is still growing rapidly in my belly, and the world’s best husband who is always by my side. Definitely the best
helpmeet I could ever have been blessed with.
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