Sep 292012
 

Music is kind of a big deal to me. While I’m a metal-head to the core, I still like pretty much all types of music (except country- there isn’t a single country song or artist that I make an exception for). While I generally won’t openly admit to liking some of what I call my ‘secret shame’ music, I will say this: Justin Beiber is totally the next Justin Timberlake. I know. I KNOW. You can’t un-see that statement anymore than I can un-say it. But it’s true. And I’m okay with it.

So.. labor music! We are aiming to create a relaxing environment so Cannibal Corpse? Out. Opeth? Out. No Black Sabbath either. What the hell am I going to listen to? If you have alternative tastes in music I suggest my playlist- it has a nice mix of songs that won’t make you want to throw your iPod into the birthing tub just so it’ll stop playing (okay, MAYBE the one John Mayer song on the list might do that but I’m keeping it on the list anyway).

Play these in no particular order and enjoy giving birth!

1. “All the Go Inbetweens” – Silversun Pickups
2. “Your Hand in Mine” – Explosions in the Sky
3. “Ever” – Team Sleep
4. “Princeton Review” – Team Sleep
5. “Megan” – Anesthesia
6. “Bloodstream” – Stateless
7. “Wonderwall” – Oasis
8. “Nothing Else Matters” – Metallica (this is OUR song so the list wouldn’t be complete without it)
9. “Cherry Waves” – Deftones
10. “Friends and Lovers” – Incubus
11. ” Echo” – Incubus
12. “Hope For the Hopeless” – Alison Sudol/A Fine Frenzy
13. “God Only Knows” – Beach Boys
14. “Here Comes the Sun” – The Beatles
15. “Across the Universe” – The Beatles
16. “Daughters” – John Mayer
17. “Somewhere Only We Know” – Keane

Sep 242012
 

And I have a cold.

I caught it from a coworker who sits in my pod but we don’t even face each other. In fact, we don’t interact that much and yet she got me sick. She also gave the cold to our other team member who sits right next to her. He and I shared a roll of toilet paper-as-Kleenex today. Of course, during my final week at my job (!!!!) I get sick and probably shouldn’t call out. That would look bad, I guess. What can they do, fire me?

Last night, in an attempt to feel even just a little bit better, I took some Dayquil gel capsules. Oooh, Dayquil is of the devil when you’re pregnant. Apparently. I don’t know why but my mother-in-law, who is a pharmacist, couldn’t offer me any hope by way of drugs except for worthless Tylenol. Grownups don’t take Tylenol because that shit doesn’t work. I need ibuprofen. And I need it now.

So, against the warnings heeded by basically every website that Google churned out during my search, I took the damn things anyway. I figured that I’m far enough along in my pregnancy that a single dose of Dayquil, AKA Satan juice, won’t do any harm.

Not only did my baby NOT grow a tail, but I also didn’t get any relief from my cold. All night, I couldn’t breathe through my nose and my right nostril was a leaky faucet and I was achy and feverish. I’m coming for you, Vicks. Clearly, both you and Tylenol are the makers of products that don’t fucking work. I want to feel better. I want to sleep. I want to BREATHE.

So you know what I did? I made some chicken noodle soup. LIKE A BOSS. From scratch-ish. I say ‘ish’ because I used those rad chicken-flavored bullion cubes instead of making my own broth. I don’t know how to make my own broth and that shit sounds time-consuming anyway. I had seen my mother make it a thousand times when I was growing up- she would whip some up when my sister or I weren’t feeling well- and it always made me feel better. Just the smell of the peppery broth and steam helped clear up my nasal passages and soothed my throat.

I think my mom would have been proud of my soup-making skills tonight. It was some damn tasty chicken noodle soup and it made me feel better! I’m still a little congested and fatigued but I don’t feel like total shit anymore and I’d like to think that the soup had something to do with it. I also baked some pumpkin spice cupcakes with cream cheese icing (all of that shit came from a box mix or a can) so I’m sure that helped too. I love pumpkin-flavored anything. I digress.

This fall, when your coworker or child infects you with the common cold, make some chicken noodle soup. If you don’t eat meat (and you really shouldn’t- I hate that at the moment I’m not leading by example), I recommend Gardein’s chick’n fillets and vegetarian vegetable bullion cubes as substitutes.

I really really wish that I had photographed the soup because now I want to share the recipe with you. Next time, I promise. And yeah, there will be a next time because it’s damn good soup that works better on colds than stupid Dayquil or Tylenol.

 Posted by at 10:24 pm
Sep 232012
 

At my birth center, the midwives don’t have you complete a birth plan. By choosing to have your birth at a birth center you are already deciding on the plan – unmedicated, natural, intervention-free, whatever you want to call it. Having a birth out of the hospital is the plan.

With that said, Jacob and I still had to complete a birth “thoughts” questionnaire which we went over with one of the midwives at my appointment on Friday. I figured that since I’m trying to document this adventure a little more thoroughly than i did with Avery’s (sorry, Peanut), I may as well share our birth thoughts. Why not, right? It’s content!

 

1. Where would you like to give birth- describe the setting, music, mood, lighting, etc.
I would like to give birth at the birth center, preferably in the larger room. We will be bringing music to play during labor/birth and will use the iPod docking station. I prefer the lights to be off during the day and only use natural light if possible. At night, I would like soft lighting but not too dim. We will most likely bring a scented candle.

2. Who do you want to be present for the birth?
Jacob and essential birth center personnel only. I don’t even want family to hang out in the waiting room until after the baby is born. (I will elaborate on this when I come up with the ‘family plan.’)

3. Will your other child/children be present?
Avery will arrive after the birth- she will be with her grandparents until then.

4. Would you like pictures taken?
Yes, Jacob will take pictures when he can and if someone else in the room can take pictures too that would be nice.

5. Would you like video taken?
Yes, we will set up a camera on a tripod in the corner to record everything (this was actually the midwife’s idea).

6. How involved would your partner like to be?
Jacob would like to cut the umbilical cord. He plans on being involved the entire time. He would like to catch the baby if possible but he is nervous and may not be in position when the time comes since he’ll be comforting/coaching me.

7. How would you like this birth to be similar to your previous birth?
I would like a live, healthy baby. That is the only similarity.

8. Imagine your birth – how do you want it to go?
I imagine that I will labor in the shower, on the ball, wherever feels good to me at the moment. Jacob will rub my back and be there for me and do whatever I need him to do. I imagine that I will give birth to our baby in the tub, and he will be immediately placed on my chest once he shoots out into the water.

9. Visualize your worst-case scenario.
No. I don’t want to put any of those thoughts into the universe. Thinking negatively about something may cause it to manifest just like last time. When I was pregnant with Avery I was miserable at the end and I feel like my thoughts of “I just want to stop working, maybe my OB will put me on bed rest” actually led me to being put on bed rest. It’s like the Secret- if you think it, it will happen.

10. Imagine your fantasy birth.
See number eight. My ideal, dream birth is how I described it above. I imagine that it will be an empowering and redeeming experience.

 Posted by at 9:43 am
Sep 212012
 

I want to complain a little bit about the lack of sleep I have been getting lately, but the past two nights weren’t terrible in terms of quantity so I’m not as exhausted anymore. I guess I’ll do a little less complaining then. Wouldn’t that be nice for a change?

Actually, consider this a random thought dump for the week. I should do this regularly. But I probably won’t.

Maybe I should break this thing out into a bulleted list. Everyone likes those. Except for the Nazis. But they probably don’t read my blog.

  • I miss my sister. She probably doesn’t read my blog either (she’s not a Nazi though) and I restricted her on Facebook so that her random friends can’t see photos of my kiddo. One of her friends sent me a friend request today. Really? Ig. Nored. Regardless, I miss her. I’m having a baby, and she should be involved. She should have participated in throwing me a shower and she wasn’t even invited! That’s how strained things still are between us. She sent me a text the other day- asking how the baby and I are doing- and I replied. Of course I did. What good does it do anyone to ignore a little text message like that? I would have felt bad if I didn’t reply. I just wish that she was on the list of people to call immediately after Filbert is born. When I think of the list, her name doesn’t even cross my mind. She’s on the ‘send a text with photo when baby is born after the hooplah has died down and he’s not brand-spanking-new anymore’ list. So he’ll be at least an hour or so old before she’ll even know he’s arrived. How sad is that? When my niece was born I not only knew right away, but I saw her come out. I helped my sister give birth. I was the one who ran into the waiting room to let everyone know that our little pumpkin was born. But will my sister get to even come close to that with me? No. And I guess it goes without saying that she has no one but herself to blame. What a bummer. This is the longest bullet point EVER.
  • I get to order new glasses! I haven’t had new glasses in over three years which is totally my own fault. I always go for the contact lenses which is silly because paying out-of-pocket for contacts is so cheap and I could just use the insurance coverage for glasses and then out-right buy contacts. I’m not too bright sometimes. I have never purchased glasses online but I’m going to try it this time since I don’t to drive everywhere looking for cool frames and eyeglasses salespeople are weird. Since we are kind of a spending freeze it will be nice to get something really nice without having to pay for it (hooray, vision insurance!).
  • Tomorrow, we are going to the Plano Balloon Festival with my mom, step-dad, and niece. My niece is spending the weekend with them so Avery and I are going to their house so we can see her too. She’s become such a cool little girl and she and Avery are the best of friends. Also, HOT AIR BALLOONS!
  • My feet and fingers are getting a little swollen. My ankles are still small but my feet look a little more puffy than they did last week. Not cool, feet.
  • I’m officially an outtie! My belly button has popped. I was wondering if it was ever going to happen since it happened so early last time.
  • Next Friday is my last day at my full time job. HALLELUJAH. My two favorite coworkers are going to take me out to lunch. I’m not really sure what they’re going to do once I’m gone. Cry, probably.
  • It’s supposed to be autumn but it’s going to be a high of 93′ tomorrow. I still want a hot pumpkin spice latte from you-know-where and I’m dying to wear a sweater and some boots. Texas, get your shit together. It’s fall.
  • Instead of getting swept up in the frenzy surrounding the new iPhone, it has only strengthened my love of my precious android phone. And when I’m up for an upgrade next month I will get the newest droid, NOT an iPhone. I wasn’t crazy about the android at first but as I watch you al freak the hell out about your phones and all of the issues you seem to be having, it makes me want to skip that mess altogether. When the android rolls out with a new OS, I don’t have to plug my phone into anything. It automatically syncs with the network and it doesn’t try to erase my stuff. Also, it doesn’t drop calls. It may not look as trendy, but how cool and elite can something possibly be when everyone has one? Exactly.

And that’s that. What a weird, totally random brain dump. Have a good weekend!

 Posted by at 10:32 pm
Sep 162012
 

Double chin alert! Other than my belly, that seems to be the only other thing that’s expanding. My ankles are still their normal, waif-like size (okay, not that skinny, but skinny compared to the rest of me). Even after walking around all evening last night and this afternoon, my feet weren’t swollen at all. I call this a moral victory for my feet.

My joints are spreading and relaxing so walking, sleeping, sitting, existing, is a little more uncomfortable these days. My pelvic joints are the main culprits and my slight waddle has now progressed into a full-blown “I just rode a horse all day” bow-legged jaunt. I’m sure it’s hilarious to my coworkers to watch me walk to the bathroom every twenty minutes. Thi is just par for the course so I don’t usually complain about the achiness. Getting out of bed is a struggle; it usually takes me a minute or two to get completely out of bed and I can’t do it without wincing.

I start my weekly prenatal appointments this week; this Friday we are going to discuss my birth plan. This was never even mentioned during my last pregnancy. The birth center gave Jacob and I a packet to fill out and answer questions regarding the kind of birth we want. We haven’t completed this assignment yet but we have discussed it out loud.

I have two more weeks left at my full time job and something tells me those days are going to drag on even more than they already do.

We are nearly done with getting everything ready for the baby’s arrival. We still don’t have a crib but we aren’t in a big hurry. I wanted to get some cloth diapers, too, but I haven’t made the trek out to Buy Buy Baby yet (they sell Bum Genius which comes highly recommended). I plan on using cloth at home during the day so I don’t need a massive stockpile like some moms have. I just want to help cut down on our diaper costs and not fill up landfills with so many diapers. I try to be green as much as I can, but I’m really closer to teal. And, being green is just like parenting- it isn’t all or nothing.

Oh, and P.S. The umbrella isn’t just a prop. It was actually raining a bit while we were outside.

 

Previous updates: 10 weeks, 15 weeks, 20 weeks, 25 weeks, 30 weeks

Sep 152012
 

This past week, Avery was in Oklahoma visiting her grandparents (Jacob’s parents). For five whole days Jacob and I were sans bebe and, while we missed her, it was pretty nice to not have to fight a small person during meals, bath, bed time, play time, all the time. She is such a sweetheart but her evil three-year-old side comes out quite often these days and it makes her somewhat unbearable to be around. Her refusal to JUST EAT ONE MORE BITE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD probably shouldn’t stress me out but when I’ve been working all day, then sitting in traffic for over an hour, and THEN coming home and cooking a meal that she won’t touch? It makes me a little crazy. Jacob takes over and handles bath and bed time without help from me; by this time it’s around eight o’clock and even though I have only been around my kiddo for a couple of hours, I’m already tired of her antics.

She isn’t always like this. Weekends are blissful reunions for us. We snuggle, eat breakfast on the sofa, watch movies, go shopping, whatever the hell we want to do, and it’s wonderful. Sometimes, she refuses to nap but we roll with it and assume that she’ll fall asleep in the car (and she almost always does). Weekends are when I get my sweet girl back.

I don’t think it’s entirely her fault that weeknights are so chaotic for us. It’s no one’s fault, I guess.

I can’t control how far away my office is from the house - thankfully, in two weeks I will have ZERO commute- but for right now traffic to and from work is annoying and stressful. My job, while not terribly demanding or hard, still wears on me. Lately, I have had huge blocks of time during my day when I have absolutely nothing to do. It frustrates me to sit around and wait for my assignments to come in but I have no choice- they pay me a salary and expect me to be there all day.

Then, I drive home, which is way worse than the drive to work, and as soon as we get home the madness starts. Even though I know exactly what I’m making for dinner (menu plan FTW! If you aren’t doing this you are wasting precious time!), I still have to make the damn thing. Avery is mostly cooperative at this point and will go outside and play with the dog while I cook. I’m sure that I’m just tired and the hormones don’t exactly make me more pleasant to be around, but I just don’t seem to handle even the littlest bit of stress with any grace at all. If I spill something, or something turns our badly, I have a near-meltdown that is no doubt incredibly unpleasant to watch.

I mentioned eating dinner being a hassle- it isn’t always a fight but most of the time, it is. I prepare foods that I know she will eat and she still refuses. It kind of hurts my feelings which I know is really stupid because I shouldn’t take it personally. Half of the time, she spends part of dinner time in time out. Not because she refuses to eat, but because she refuses to sit down at the table or deliberately makes a mess. Dinner time is the longest hour of my life, every single day.

With all of that said, and you’re all looking at me like, “What a terrible mother!” I have to say this: I missed the hell out of her this past week. When I finally saw her last night I was so happy that even the weight of the day fell off the moment she ran up to hug me. She was precious at dinner time, adorable at bed time, and too-cute for words this morning when she came into our room. The lovey-dovey I-forgot-what-a-pill-you-are phase will disappear quickly but for now I’m going to enjoy her and hopefully, she’ll enjoy spending time with me too.

 Posted by at 4:53 pm
Sep 122012
 

Can I talk about weight loss already? I’m not talking about losing weight now, obviously. While it may be possible, dieting right now is something I have no desire to do. However, once I have the baby, I would really really REALLY like to lose weight and lose it for good.

I have been overweight for my entire life (a combination of genetics and poor eating habits- thanks mom and dad!). I have lost a decent amount of weight three times in my life- the first time, it was the summer before my junior year of high school and I decided to pop Metabolife (yay, ephedra!) and walk every night. I also ate a little healthier and cut out sodas. I think that I lost about thirty pounds that summer (from around 180 down to 150) and dropped a pants size.

The second time I lost weight was over another summer- I think it was 2003. I got a job at Six Flags making funnel cakes (oh yeah, and I still lost weight!). The walk from the parking lot to the office back to my kiosk back to the office and back to the car PLUS trips to the bathroom and to get supplies? I walked at least two miles a day just at work. While I was at work, I wasn’t eating much. Not eating anything is bad, of course, but at the time I guess I wasn’t that hungry. Being around those greasy cakes all day must have helped me curb my appetite. In addition to walking at work, I was exercising every single day by walking or swimming at the local park. I was single, so very lonely, and had nothing else to do with my free time. I lost about thirty pounds AGAIN (180 down to 150, again) but dropped about three pants sizes this time. I was still a size 12 but I was a small 12. You know what I mean.

The last time, Jacob and I were living in Oklahoma and decided to get on a health kick. We joined the YMCA and ate at Subway every day. Yeah, the f’ing Subway diet. That shit works but it’s boring and expensive and definitely not well-balanced. I lost about twenty pounds (180 down to 160) this time around. We didn’t maintain this routine for very long.

I gained back the weight every single time. By the time I got pregnant with Avery I was over 200 pounds. I was going out to lunch every single day and eating fast food. I wasn’t exercising at all, either. By the end of my pregnancy with Avery I was 228 pounds, and after I had her I quickly dropped down to 216. Ooh, twelve whole pounds, woo-hoo! I was still fat and very VERY jiggly.

I joined an online “body after baby” challenge which helped me lose a few pounds but I didn’t keep it up. Surprise, surprise. I didn’t gain the weight back but I stopped losing it for a long time. At the beginning of 2011, Jacob and I decided that THIS WAS THE YEAR we were going to lose the weight forever! We were eating super-healthy and exercising every single day; we even ran a 5k in March. The problem? I went back to work at the end of February so we only had two months of my pushing, preparing all of the meals, and just plain old having time to exercise. Bummer. I can’t recall how much weight I lost, but it wasn’t much. I do know that I dropped below 200 pounds and that was pretty f’ing sweet. I think I got down to 195 but it didn’t stick. We slowly let our bad habits and laziness creep back into our lives and we gained back the weight.

Every few months, Jacob or I would start a new program. If you are a chronic dieter then you are no doubt familiar with this futile exercise. He did Insanity but only lasted for a week (if it was even that long). He took pills and supplements. I started a walking program (laps around the sofa), and then yoga, then something else. I’d give up soda, then start drinking it again, over and over. Clearly, our weight loss is an issue of will power. And also ice cream and pizza with extra cheese.

When I got pregnant with Filbert I was right at 200 pounds (I think- I never looked at my chart). At my last prenatal appointment I weighed in at 223. My guess is that by the time I’m ready to pop I will be around 230 pounds just like I was with Avery. And I’m obviously okay with that. Sure, it’s a high number. But gaining around thirty pounds during pregnancy is normal so I don’t feel bad about it. What I’d like to do this time around is start working toward losing the weight immediately. I won’t have a post-op grace period this time- with Avery, I had TWO (c-section and gallbladder extraction)- and I’m hoping that I’ll feel ready to get up and move around much sooner than I did last time.

Because I love to plan things to death, I have come with a plan of sorts to help me lose the baby weight AND THEN SOME. My lowest weight as an adult was 150 pounds and I rather enjoyed being that weight and size. I was a toned size 12 and I was happy with myself. I don’t hate my body when I’m really overweight, but when I am working towards bettering myself I certainly FEEL better in addition to LOOKING better. It’s a win-win!

I am hoping that we can take family walks every evening for at least thirty minutes if not longer. I think that getting into the habit of walking again is essential for slow, consistent weight loss. Also, I am planning on returning to a vegetarian diet once I have the baby. This alone will cut out fast food and that will help out tremendously. Since I will be at home all day, I am going to be able to prepare meals in as healthful a way as possible. I love preparing soups and my family loves eating them. Thankfully, autumn is upon us and in the cooler months I could eat soup everyday.

Sounds simple, right? Finding the time and energy will be a challenge but once we all find our rhythm things should fall into place.

So… I’m aiming for losing about fifty pounds over the next twelve months. That’s doable, right? I guess we’ll find out!

 Posted by at 11:46 am
Sep 102012
 

In case you are unfamiliar with the above acronyms: WOHM = Work Outside of Home Mom, WAHM = Work At Home Mom)

I handed in my resignation today and in a few weeks I will become a stay at home mom again. Bliss!

I thoroughly enjoyed the experience of working full time as a writer, dedicating my time to one company and working for the same team (with several team member changes along the way) the entire time. I learned so much through trial and error and I feel like I could write product copy on just about any item. I must admit, writing about jewelry for a year and a half did get rather monotonous but perhaps that was my fault. I should have spiced things up instead of sticking to the formula that I created which combined creativity with speed but mostly speed. I became quite the efficient little worker bee and am now able to write at lightning speeds since our deadlines were immediate and looming.

Anyway, my experience at my company has opened some doors for freelancing opportunities that I would not have had otherwise. At the beginning of August I signed up for oDesk, a freelancing website. Clients post job openings and contractors (like me) apply and bid on projects. I don’t think it’s as popular or well-known as Elance and that’s a good thing! Some freelancing sites that have a bidding system are a mess and usually the job goes to the lowest bidder. Thankfully, oDesk doesn’t seem to be like that at all. In fact, the very first job I was hired for was for, the client told me that I was the priciest candidate but she felt that I was the right one for the job. Imagine that! Being validated feels good!

When I signed up for the freelancing site I set up my profile, added items to my portfolio, and filled out my resume. While I worked on this, I also applied for jobs. Why not? I figured that it would take awhile for me to get any responses since I had not been hired through oDesk before and lots of clients require candidates to have some hours logged through oDesk before they’ll even consider interviewing you. Also, I didn’t think that my resume was strong enough. (If you want to see it, there’s a link at the top of my blog.) I was wrong! I cast my net pretty wide and applied for several listings ranging from copywriting to proofreading. I figured that while I was still working full time I could at least get my name out there, get my foot in the door, whatever, and by the time I was officially unemployed then maybe I’d land my first freelance job.

Silly me. After being active on oDesk for seven days, I got a response from a potential client regarding some copywriting for her soon-to-be-open online store. She offered me the job, we discussed my fee, and then I was hired. I was THRILLED! My first freelance job that wasn’t more-or-less handed to me and OMG FREELANCING! In case you didn’t know, my goal is to ultimately earn a full-time salary doing freelance writing. It’s my dream, y’all. I love to write and I love getting paid to do it.

Getting hired at my full time job showed me that even I, the girl without a college degree, can make it as a writer. Maybe a degree would have opened more doors or at least different ones, but if you have talent and drive and passion? That’s got to mean something to someone out there. A college degree doesn’t make you a good writer- writing your ass off and reading and writing some more makes you a good writer.

So… I landed my first freelance gig and I was stoked. I still am! The client is pretty nice and communicative but not in a micro-managing sort of way. It’s a fairly short-term project and I should be finished with it by the end of the month when her store launches (if allowed, I will totally share the link with you).

Even though I am working full time and doing the copywriting project, I continue to apply for more freelance work. Why not? I can handle it. I’m convinced that more is better. Or, I’m a lunatic. Because a week after I got my first gig I landed another one. This project is more long term and incredibly time-consuming. It’s also a bit more challenging- it’s still product copywriting, but it seems as though the criteria is a bit more rigid. I can totally handle it, but working all day long and then trying to squeeze this project in at night is wearing me out. It’ll be much easier to handle once I’m no longer working full-time at my office.

At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Of course, I’d like to take a break from working/writing once I have the baby. I vaguely remember being incredibly tired during the newborn phase and I’m sure tossing a toddler into the mix is going to wear me out even more this time around. I figure that once I start to get more sleep at night and we nail down a schedule/routine, then I’ll get back to writing. I don’t want to spread myself too thin. Besides, after writing for eight hours a day for over a year and a half, a break might be nice. That sounds so bratty since most people don’t have that luxury, but if you do have it, why not take advantage of it!

Clearly, I don’t have much of a plan at this point. All I know is that I’ve managed to get the ball rolling on the freelance dream and I’d like to keep up the momentum. Once I start staying home with Avery, she will continue to go her babysitter once a week (twice, if we can afford it and I make enough money to necessitate two full work days per week). This will certainly help me knock out my work load or get some rest if I’m still on a hiatus.

I’m very excited about the next chapter in my life, both personally and professionally, and I can’t wait to share it with you guys. It’s going to be a stellar ride!

 Posted by at 9:32 am
Sep 072012
 

At my last prenatal appointment, my midwife spoke with me about the choice to do Group B Strep testing, or GBS testing. As far as I know, it was required during my last pregnancy and I honestly don’t recall getting tested. I can assume that it was negative because I’d like to think that if it was positive that I’d remember but there is little I remember about my last pregnancy, especially as I got closer to the end. It’s almost like I blocked it out or chose to forget parts of it.

My midwife said that getting tested for GBS was my choice (I love having choices and not being told I HAVE to do something since it’s MY body). She stated that, if I were to have GBS and didn’t get tested, my baby could get GBS during delivery and apparently some babies die from it. That’s not good! I don’t think she intended to use scare tactics to get me to agree to testing but it certainly did worry me. She encouraged me to do some research on GBS testing and make a decision by my next appointment since that’s when the test would be administered if I opted to have it done.

I read medical websites and homeopathic/natural birthing sites to make sure one side wasn’t trying to scare the reader into their biased way of thinking. I always assume that medical sites are going to push interventions and medical procedures even if they aren’t necessary. It’s part of my fear of doctors (I need to write about my white coat syndrome- it’s a real thing, y’all). Reversely, I often think that holistic resources will preach about the devil that is intervention and modern medicine even when it might be necessary. I sit happily in between these two groups and know that sometimes drinking tea and chewing on ginger root isn’t going to make things all better and that sometimes you NEED antibiotics.

With that said, I still have no idea what to do. Obviously, having to decide whether or not to do the test in the first place is worrying me. My goal throughout this pregnancy has been to stay relaxed and not be drawn into any situation where fear-mongering may occur. My education on GBS during the chat with my midwife was a little scary and I didn’t exactly appreciate it. Now, it isn’t her fault that she frightened me. Well, wait. OF COURSE they scared me. Telling me that my baby could die is fucking terrifying.

However, she did state that in many countries, GBS testing isn’t performed at all and those babies don’t seem to die from it. So is this another case of where constant testing will eventually lead to a positive result? Also, GBS testing is routine and probably even required in many obstetrician practices. I’m not saying that OB offices are dirty but we KNOW that hospitals are rife with bacteria and disease. Imagine getting tested regularly during your hospital stay- how clean could it possibly be? The constant exposure is no doubt going to give your vagina and rectum some unwanted bacteria.

If you already have GBS, it is very unlikely that it will spread to the baby during birth and make him or her sick. Everyone has this bacteria in their GI tract. We are COVERED in bacteria and most of it is good for us. We need it. Yay, bacteria! When your baby is born and you place him or her on your chest, your baby will get covered in your germs and it’s HEAVENLY. Your baby needs those germs. We live in such a germophobic society and that might be why there are some people who always seem to be getting sick. Just a thought.

From the Mayo Clinic website: “If you test positive for group B strep, it doesn’t mean that you’re ill or that your baby will be affected. It simply means the potential for newborn infection exists.” So what does that mean? That even if you have the test done it doesn’t prove one way or the other if you could be carrying the bacteria that would harm you or your baby. Wouldn’t the knowledge of a positive test result just add more stress to the mother which has been proven to be harmful to the fetus?

About 25% of women have this bacteria in their GI tract and, if untreated, 1 out of 200 babies will be born with GBS (which may or may not negatively effect them). However, if the mom is given IV antibiotics during labor, the baby has a 1 in 4,000 chance of GBS getting passed to them during birth. Obviously, nothing is 100% but if both mom and baby are otherwise healthy, is “catching” the GBS bacteria going to cause problems? From what I’ve read, it sounds like the mother and baby will present symptoms way before the testing window (35 to 37 weeks gestation).

So… what would you do? If you were given the option, did you opt in or out of testing? I am not sure which way to go and I’d like to stop worrying about it and move onto more fun pregnancy-related issues like peeing when I sneeze.

 Posted by at 12:09 pm
Sep 042012
 

With just six weeks (give or take) left of this pregnancy, things have certainly started to change in our house. We are nearly finished with our master bedroom/nursery revamp, Avery’s room has been de-cluttered and organized (and toys purged! Man, it felt good to throw out those stupid McDonald’s Happy Meal toys), and I have begun some half-assed nesting. I have very little energy left once I get home from work so I don’t get much accomplished but once I’m home full time (three and a half weeks to go!*) the progress will speed up a bit.

Even Jacob has begun nesting, or his own, super-duper manly version of it. He has decided to tackle our loathesome flowerbed, which is a project we have put off since we moved into the house nearly three years ago. The landscaper made our flowerbed entirely too deep which makes filling it with stuff and keeping the stuff alive kind of difficult. Year after year, once spring arrives, we till, we mulch, we plant. And by summer? Our flowerbed looks like an overgrown jungle sprouted up in the middle of suburbia. And, just like the wildflowers sprout up, so does a letter from our HOA kindly reminding us to take care of the weeds in our yard lest we want to pay a fine (on top of what we already pay our HOA to do I’m-not-sure what; it certainly isn’t to keep people’s dogs from shitting on the sidewalk. Oh, that’s right. It’s so we can pay someone to patrol our block making sure that we all have nicely manicured lawns. There are some people who must just pay the fine and move on because there are some perma-shitty lawns in our neighborhood).

The flowerbed is being made smaller and will be given a permanent border which is oh-so grownup of us. At first, we framed the border with leftover bricks from our house but didn’t glue them down or anything. So, while one of us is out there working in the yard we might knock over a brick and have to wedge it back into place. It wasn’t ideal but it was fast. Now that Jacob has shrunk the size of the flowerbed, what plants we actually DO have that aren’t weeds won’t look like they’re drowning in a sea of black mulch. It will finally look in proportion. He is going to permamently create a border for the flowerbed too! With cement! Or concrete! What’s the difference? It’s glue!

This is exciting and so very amusing because even though he acknowledges that nesting happens and that my attempt to organize everything right now is more primal than anything else, he’s nesting too. It’s sweet that he’s doing his part of make our home a little bit nicer for our new addition even though the baby won’t give a shit about the flowerbed.

 

* – My company doesn’t know I’m not coming back… yet I talk openly about it on Twitter. And in the office. Whatever.

 Posted by at 10:12 pm