Confession time: Until now, I always thought that the moms who freaked out about leaving their child with someone else, either a babysitter or a daycare, were a little overdramatic. I did. I have friends who cried in the car after dropping their baby off for the first day. I didn’t think I’d be driving … Continue reading

Weigh-In Wednesday

I am 8 weeks postpartum, and large.  I bought a pair of large jeans so I could get out of the maternity jeans and feel semi-normal.  Then they shrank in the dryer.  I cried, and vowed to start a diet, and began making a plan. 10:00 am.  “I need to go on a diet.  I’ve … Continue reading

The Aftermath: Things I Learned

Mostly, this is just a reminder to myself for when I do this again, since I am a C-sectioner from now on. 1.  The epidural is a delight.  C-section drugs are a delight.  Being able to push a button and get more drugs is a delight. 2.  The first time you get out of bed … Continue reading

Trick or Treat, Part IV

They rolled me into the surgery room on the night of Halloween.  The anesthesiologist was already there, and was on the hospital phone saying, “I’ll be there in a minute, I’m in a section right now.”  He hung up the phone and told me that they were backed up with C-sections right now, that I … Continue reading

Trick or Treat, Part III

The nurse, accompanied by a male medical student, removed the Cervadil and began the Pitocin.  When she came in with the med student, she asked if it was okay if he was in there.  Apparently he’d been turned down by a whole slew of women already who didn’t want him in their delivery rooms.  Figuring … Continue reading

Trick or Treat, Part II

At my October 30th appointment, it was determined that my body was doing absolutely nothing to get Fetusaurus out.  At five days past due, my OB wanted to get a move on before the baby got any bigger.  Husband and I checked into the hospital where they were going to do Cervadil overnight, and start … Continue reading

Trick or Treat, Part I

We knew by the time that we hit October 25th (my original due date) that my OB would not let me go past 41 weeks.  If I did not go into labor on my own, we were getting checked into the hospital on the night of October 30th.  I was pretty disappointed that I hadn’t … Continue reading

Overdue and Overlarge

So my due date came and went with absolutely zero excitement.   I mean nothing.  Not a twinge, not a cramp, not a spasm.  Fetusaurus was camped out happily and was not interested in moving.  In the past 4 weeks, I had dialated to 1 centimeter.  We went in for an ultrasound to make sure that … Continue reading

I am a blogging failure.

I have absolutely failed to keep up with this blog during pregnancy.  We moved back to Houston, I started a new job, and now here we are, two days away from the due date and I haven’t posted in months.  But never fear!  This baby is never coming out, so I can just pick right … Continue reading