I went to the doctor today to have my cervix "stretched" - in hopes of going into labor. Problem...my doctor could not stretch my cervix because it was too "high." He also mentioned it was very thick, which means no baby tonight. Instead, he gave me two options.

1. Come into the hospital at 7:30 am and be prepared for a long, drawn out induction....

or

2. Come in tomorrow for a C-section.

I opted for number one. I don't want a C-section unless it's necessary. Evidentally, Ella is pretty comfy in my uterus and wants to bake alittle longer. K-Bugg was stubborn like that as well. Atleast I know what to expect. So tomorrow, I will be doing laps around the Maternity ward. We might have a baby late tomorrow night, or sometime Thursday.

Today was my last day of school with my children. My "Maternity Leave" doesn't officially begin until Tuesday. However, Friday and Monday are teacher workdays, so I said my "goodbyes" to my kids today. Did I cry? NO! Did I feel sad that I wouldn't see them for the rest of the school year? NO! I was actually counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds until the day was over. I am SO ready to have this baby!

Did I mention I am feeling miserable tonight? I'm really not one to complain too much...But tonight? I haven't stopped complaining. My stomach feels so tight and heavy right now. I can't get comfortable in any position or in any place (couch, bed, etc.) I have heartburn that has lingered all day long. I guess it doesn't help that I can't stop eating for two seconds! My feet hurt! My ribs hurt! I can't breathe. And I can't wait to get rid of this urge to pee constantly! Okay. I guess I'm done complaining now (for the moment). 5 days and counting...

I starting my once a week appointments today - only to find out it is my next to last one. I gained a half of a pound over the last week, so I was excited about that! My blood pressure was also right on track. Unfortunately, I had sugar in my urine once again. This Gestational Diabetes is a mystery to me! My doctor seemed very concerned. He did an ultrasound and found the baby is measuring at 39 weeks, instead of 37. According to his calculations from the ultrasound, the baby weighs 7 lbs and 11 oz as we speak. By next week she could weigh 8 lbs! Therefore we are going to try and get things rolling in one week. If the baby doesn't come before then, I will go in next Tuesday to have my cervix "stretched" (in hopes of sending me into labor). If this doesn't work by Wednesday morning, I will be going into the hospital to be induced.

I had a doctor's appointment yesterday. It was a regular, scheduled appointment to check on the baby's progress. I have good news to share...And bad news to share.

Good news - The baby's heartbeat sounds great (139 bpm)! I gained one pound in two weeks! My blood pressure is normal.

Bad News - I once again, had sugar in my urine. My doctor is very concerned about this (as well as the other issue I am having down south) - and would like for me to deliver by the end of this month. That's two weeks away! I have so much left to do before this baby comes! Finishing my National Boards! Getting things squared away at work with my students and paperwork! Creating lesson plans for the next 2 months!

Anyway...It came as quite a shock. I didn't expect to be induced with this baby. I have a lot to get done before now and then. I need to get busy!

PS - My sister took a few maternity photos of my pregnancy. Click the link below to see them. Once the website comes up, just click directly on the first photo that appears. This will take you to the rest of the pictures. There is no need to sign in.

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As mentioned in my previous post, I have been feeling a little under the weather these days. To my surprise, my usually "strong-willed" daughter (that melts down at the drop of a hat), has been my saving grace this week. She is usually very demanding of my attention and expects me to drop everything when I hear her beckoning call. I usually do not - therefore, the melt down begins, I ignore her behavior and she eventually gets over it. However, I have been pleasantly surprised by her behavior this week. She has gone out of her way to make sure I am okay or to help me when needed. She constantly asks if she can help me, or if I need something. She has made me "cards" so I would feel better, snuggled with me on the couch and for the most part, has dropped the demanding attitude. I am so proud of her! It makes me want to cry, seeing her be a "big girl" for Mommy.

PS - I should also mention that my husband, mom-in-law, and best friend, Susan are more than a girl could ask for. Thanks for your help!

I hesitate to post about this very personal issue...I have tried to lie about it, when questioned by concerned family members and friends. The problem is - I am a horrible liar, and have just found it easier to come clean about the entire situation. Coming up with an elaborate story to cover up what I deem as the most embarrassing experience I have ever had to live through is just too much work. So...I know you're dying to find out what it is I'm rambling on and on about.

HEMORRHOIDS!

Yes, pregnancy has once again left me with yet another issue to deal with. First, the raging hormones - now raging hemorrhoids! It all started about a week ago. Out of nowhere, I was surprised one morning with an annoying little friend that wanted to "hang out" for awhile (literally). (Yes, internet! This post is going to be graphic...So if you are squeamish in the least bit - move on.) My annoying friend turned into an unwanted guest by Saturday, and there was no relief in sight. All remedies and medications were not working, so going on the suggestion of a doctor, I went to the emergency room. Now let me tell you...For me to go to the emergency room for this issue - it was considered a life or death situation. The pain was severe and I felt I had no other options. It also didn't help matters that the doctor who suggested I go to the emergency room, had scared me with words such as "Thrombosis" and "abscess."

Let's just say my time in the emergency room was a very unpleasant experience. This is where the beginning of the "violation" occurred. Of course, I had to be examined before any diagnosis could be given. The ER doctor, and what seemed like a caravan of nurses, were in and out of my room trying to diagnose, make calls to an OB (my doctor was not on call this weekend), and decide what options I had for pain relief. The outcome? A local anesthetic that was more painful than my above mentioned issue (atleast 10 injections into the area in question)! And then - I was sent home with NO pain medication for further relief once this local anesthetic wore off. The ER doctor (which I now refer to as Dr. Idiot) was "not comfortable" giving me any pain relief due to my pregnancy. He suggested the use of "Preparation H" every four hours to relieve my symptoms. I cried, and went home hoping for the best.

Fastforward to Monday.

I had now been in excrutiating pain for 3 days, with no promise of any type of relief. I called my OB first thing Monday morning, crying hysterically about the pain - and getting no sleep - and the idiot doctor I had seen at the ER - and how I was going to kill someone if he didn't do something right then! He referred me to see a specialist that afternoon. Again...I was in so much pain, the thought of being examined (violated) again did not discourage me in any way. I was ready for someone to solve my "pain in the butt" problem. Immediately, the specialist diagnosed me with "Thrombosis" and began preparing for outpatient surgery. (By the way, I had "Thrombosis" On Saturday in the ER. Dr. Idiot didn't recognize it, and sent me home to suffer for two more days.) The surgery lasted maybe 20 minutes. I was home and feeling better in no time. Yes, I'm sore. But nothing compared to the pain I was in before! So now I'm home recuperating this week. I dread going back to work having all of this to explain. Everyone has been worried about the "baby." Any suggestions on how I share this story without the embarrassment?

I don't know what happened today! I went to work with plans of having a fun day. You see, we have been celebrating Dr. Suess this week - and today was our "Green Eggs and Ham" day. While cooking up some "tasty looking" green eggs, I started feeling sick (nausea, feeling "sweaty," etc.). Sometimes I experience low blood sugar and just need to eat something. So I tried this. The nausea subsided, but the sweaty, clammy feeling wasn't going away. My co-worker told me I looked pale and needed to go home. I didn't argue with her.

Once home, I rested on the couch, hoping to feel better. While on the couch, I started feeling pains and tightness in my abdomen. They were painful enough that I couldn't get up. I thought maybe I needed to go to the bathroom. With a little help from my husband (he came home for lunch), I got up and went to the bathroom. Well? I realized I didn't need to go to the bathroom, but instead - released the motherload of built up gas! Ahh...relief! I went back to the couch to rest. I continued to experience the abdominal pain for about 30 minutes. They finally went away, so I took a nap.

So now I feel better - but when I went to the bathroom tonight, I noticed a faint stain of blood on my panties. Now I'm thinking that perhaps I was having contractions earlier today. I don't know...

Here's the story...

Today was K-Bugg's gymnastics class. As I'm pulling into the parking lot of the gymnastics center, I notice a boy (approximately 12 years old) throwing rocks. He is throwing them from the parking lot, into an empty field across the street. His mom is sitting in her car, facing the opposite direction and reading a book. I think to myself, "He probably shouldn't be doing that with all of these cars around." I say nothing, and walk into the building. A few minutes later, I happen to glance out the window and see the boy standing next to my van, throwing rocks up into the air. Again, I think to myself, "He is going to hit my van with those rocks." Right about that time - DING! The rocks hit my van and he looks around to see if anyone has noticed. He realizes I am standing in the window and saw what had just happened. He takes off running. I walk out to check out the situation, and find two dents on the hood of my van and a "starburst" on my windshield.

So I find myself in a dilemma. I am NOT one to confront people. I would rather "suck it up" and go on. But, not today! (Thanks, pregnancy hormones!) I walk over to his mother's car and tell her what I just witnessed and the damage my van now has because of her son's actions. Without looking up, she says, "So, what do you want ME to do about it?"

"What do I want YOU to do about it? My van has two dents on the hood! It needs to be fixed! Do you have insurance?"

She reaches down to the floorboard of her car, pulls out an envelope and rips the top portion of an insurance bill off, and hands it to me. She then continues to read her book like I wasn't even standing there! The paper had a name and an address on it, and pretty much - nothing else.

"What am I supposed to do with THIS?" I ask. "I'm really not sure what to do in a situation like this. I think I better call my insurance company or the police to file a report."

Silence. She says nothing! I am dumbfounded by her lack of concern. "What do I want YOU to do about it?" How about getting onto your son about throwing rocks?! How about getting your lazy ass out of the car to at least "look" concerned about what happened?! How about taking some responsibility for your child and offering to fix the problem?! NOTHING!

To make a long story short, a police officer came out to make a report. It turns out he had to file a "Personal Property Damage" report, and she will be responsible for the cost to repair my van (not the insurance company). If she refuses to pay for the damage, I will have to take her to "small claims" court to get "restitution." Will I ever see a dime? I doubt it...But I feel better because for once - I didn't back down from confrontation!

I am a mother, wife and full-time teacher, with a very sassy little girl (daughter 1) on my hands and another one following in her footsteps (daughter 2). And I wonder where the gray hairs are coming from?

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