36 Weeks Met

At the stroke of midnight marked 36 weeks. When I last wrote my blog it was at the beginning of the craziness that ensued regarding my blood pressure issues. Here I am 6 weeks later, still on ‘bed rest’ but have an increased dosage of blood pressure meds, multiple doctor visits, another visit to the ER and so many other wonderful tidbits and I’m no more sure of whats going to happen with this pregnancy than I did 6 weeks ago.

I’ve heard ‘Oh we won’t let you go past 36 weeks’. ‘Oh definitely not 37 weeks’ and I’ve also heard ‘well if things stay pretty regular we can possibly push it to 38’.  I’m tired y’all. Not so much physically tired from the pregnancy just emotionally.

To have your life practically on hold for 6 weeks and then told oh maybe a bit longer is just exhausting. I can’t work like I want to. I can’t do much around the house like I want to. I literally look around at all the crap I could be or should be doing and because i’m limited I can’t…and it sucks!

I try to constantly remind myself at least AJ is good and healthy. He passes all his tests with flying colors and is looking good and strong. It could’ve been a lot worse at the start of my troubles. Luckily we’ve managed to stay clear of Pre-eclampsia which I know is a sneaky bastard and can be detrimental to both mom and/or baby. So I do know I have much to be thankful for health wise for him.

Now besides the up and down of my hypertension it is just the ‘lets wait and see’ attitude from my doctors. See, I’m not a ‘wait and see’ kind of gal. I like dates. I like to live by a calendar. I like to know my next move for things so that I can plan and prep accordingly. At this point just give me a damn end date. That’s all….Not so hard really…just a date! Pick one, I don’t really care but just to have the validation of this date is it is all I really need at this point.

I’m hoping my next appointment brings some sort of good news but who knows. BLAH

❤  A

Things NOT to Say to a Pregnant Woman

I got it with my pregnancies with Avah and Ayden. So of course, I’m getting it now with AJ. Difference is I was younger and bit nicer with those pregnancies. I’m not as young and damn sure not as nice. I understand people run out of shit to say. I mean sure the courteous thing to do would be to ask “how are you feeling?” or “How are things going with the pregnancy?” Ya know decent things to say. But no, apparently the usual pregnancy comments that MANY women face are negative and commentary on how big they are. Like as if us pregant women don’t feel crappy enough. Oh you mean this bowling ball I carry around 24/7 and try to sleep with at night? (Ya know, I didn’t even realize it existed until your comment!???)

Almost daily, I and i’m sure MANY OTHERS hear the following:

1. “You’re huge/big/large/massive etc…”
2. “Is it twins in there?”
3. “We’re you this big with your other babies?”
4. “Should you be eating that?”
5. “You’re about to pop!”
6. “So and so isn’t as big as you…”
7. “You must be due soon”

Let me just reiterate some things so I don’t have to keep repeating myself in defense of my bump size and before you decide to slap a ‘WIDE LOAD’ sticker on my back:

• I’m growing a human. Plain and simple.
• I’m short w/ a short torso (there’s nowhere for me to grow but outward!)
• On top of a baby, I also have a large fibroid growing in my uterus. So that doesn’t help much.
• This is my 3^rd baby (you get bigger with each subsequent pregnancy- GOOGLE it!).
• I’m healthy, my baby is healthy and my doctor is extremely happy with my progress thus far in regards to weight gain.
• oh and lastly…. BITE ME! 😉

ADRIAN

Time Goes So Fast

Last post on my blog, in January, I posted a picture with a quote about trying. Well because that was that day my husband and I talked and decided we will actively try to get pregnant. After talking we decided that we did in fact want to have one more child together. Collectively, we have a good number however, together we only have Ayden. After the miscarriage last year and healing emotionally from that we knew in our hearts that we did in fact want to try again. So January 19th we decided 2018 will be the year. If it happens great, if it doesn’t then it wasn’t meant to be and we’d be okay with that too.

Well I conceived around Valentine’s day and it’s all been quite a blur since. Everything is going well with my pregnancy and as of today I am now 21 weeks pregnant with a baby boy. Ayden is SUPER excited to be big brother. He is constantly talking to the baby, desperately wants him to kick his hand. He’s already so attentive to me and the baby he’s going to be a great big brother.

This pregnancy at times seems to be flying by. Even though it’s rough on my body some days I try to remember to enjoy it because this is the absolute last time I’ll experience this. So I just try to remind myself of that. However, it’s been 8 years since I was pregnant with Ayden so most days my body is cursing me out for doing this again.

Hopefully, I can stay up to date with my blog but there’s no promises. Time is just going so fast it’s so hard to keep up!

❤ Adrian

Mother’s Day 2018

 

Overcoming Our Loss

This Spring I endured a loss that so many women go through; a miscarriage. In fact, the whole being pregnant then enduring the loss all seemed like a whirlwind. It all happened so fast. By the time I wrapped my head around the fact I was pregnant again and finally came to the realization that ‘hey we can do this’, it was over. Looking back, it almost felt like one of those tests to see how you truly feel about something. Like, a test to see if we really wanted to add to our family again. (Which as a side note we failed because we both still don’t know how we feel about this) I mean it had been almost 7 years since we had Ayden. We weren’t trying to conceive again but nor were we trying to prevent it. It just never happened; until this year.

One of the biggest mistakes was telling so many people so quickly. Again, it all happened so fast, I think we were so stunned that all sensibility just went out the window. Mostly, I regret that we told Ayden. He was the most excited. It was hard the day I got the news and when Rich and the kids came home and all three climbed in bed with me and hugged me. Rich had told him the baby was sick and not in my tummy anymore. I remember Ayden asking if God was going to fix the baby and put it back. I just lost it.

I will remember that day, the office visit and moment with my family, for the rest of my life. Though the pain has subsided the memory will stay with me. That week was rough for me. I wept a lot. It came in waves. Luckily, my mommy was with me for a few days. I lived off Wawa’s mac and cheese and toll house cookie dough. I dreaded going back to work but honestly getting back into my routine and my busy life helped me deal and overcome the sadness. I turned my energy to getting back into 5ks and also projects around the house.

We are doing much better as a family and have moved on. I of course, think about what could of been often but it doesn’t hurt as much. I had a moment about a week ago, I was scrolling through my 8,000 emails in my Yahoo account (not exaggerating there are literally that many, maybe more) and saw an email from one of those pregnancy newsletter things you sign up for that tells you where your at with your pregnancy. ( I thought I deleted my subscription but I guess not). The email said it was my 18th week and we should soon find out the sex of the baby. Not going to lie it stung a bit. I was able to reflect, wipe the tears and carry on.

I was about 6-7 weeks when I miscarried and again, I had only known I was pregnant for about two weeks, so as much as it hurt to go through this miscarriage, I know so many other women endure so much worse. Some have miscarriages much later in their pregnancy. Some have multiple miscarriages. Some women struggle for years to conceive.  I know that I am fortunate for my babies. So keeping all that in perspective has helped me carry on and not to dwell. Plus, I’m just one tough broad. I don’t stay down too long.

We will always remember our angel baby and think about what if(and hey Angel is an ‘A’ name so it keeps within the tradition of A names). December 17th was the projected due date and that day may sting a bit too. Again, I will reflect and maybe cry a bit but will be okay in the end.

❤ Adrian

 

 

 

 

What A Journey So Far…

My last post was about how dormant my blog is and how I had hope to write more in 2017. Well that was a complete bust! Here we are halfway through the year already (seriously where does the time freaking go!?!)

At the beginning of this year I chose to make this year about me. Me and only me. Okay, I mean I didn’t stop being a mom or wife or anything but I chose to focus on me more for sure. Sorry if that makes me seem super selfish but I had to. So at the start of the year I wanted to try and focus on getting healthy. I hate saying “It’s my New Year’s resolution” it was more of ‘Damn it, I’m sick and tired of feeling sick and tired’. So in January I purchased a Fitbit and ‘got to steppin’. I started walking on my lunch breaks, walking around my neighborhood. I was moving and groovin’. I was eating healthier and making better choices about food.

By the recommendation from a friend, I watched the documentary ‘From Fat to Finish Line‘ and joined their Facebook community. Talk about jaw dropping inspiration. It literally made me want to hop off the couch and run, and I hated running. So I then decided I wanted to try, so I bought a Garmin tracking watch and started jogging. Now let me rephrase that, I jogged about 10 seconds and walked most the time until I could catch my breath to jog another 10 seconds. But hey I did it! Soon I was doing my first 5k at HCC in February. Now granted, I ‘trained’ for a little bit and jogged some of the race but walked the majority of it. None the less, I had fun, I had a walking buddy and we at least hit our goal of finishing under an hour. So kuddos to us!

After my first 5k in February I signed up for more virtual 5ks to keep me motivated because who isn’t motivated by fancy medals?! (only me? okay cool.) I continued jogging/walking and working out at home and in my free time enjoyed working out in my yard. (crazy I know, seriously who is this chick?!?) Around Easter, I had a life event that I will write about in another post, that shook up my family and I’s life which knocked me off my groove big time.

When I was able to resume working out, I went on to complete two 5ks and walked/jogged when I could. Slowly trying to build up the momentum I once had.

Now we are in middle of Summer in Florida so I rarely walk at lunchtime due to trying to live to see another day and not pass out from heat exhaustion. I always aim to walk or run after work however, every afternoon, we have a small hurricane blow through and that makes it difficult to go outside.

I’ve been off with my eating too. I feel myself slipping into my old routines and it sucks because I recognize it and sometimes feel I can reign it in and then wham… That (insert crap food of choice) looks delicious! It is a struggle for sure. I am determined to get back on track. I don’t want to slide back into my old ways and gain all that I’ve lost thus far (23 lbs by the way).

I am determined to end this year on a good note! I will let you know how that goes, if I remember not to abandon my blog again.

 

 

❤ Adrian