Confessions of a Pregnant Lady

I got to admit it’s a little scary being pregnant. My morning sickness and the craziness that comes with pregnancy has been at a bare minimum compared to other women. What I mean  by that is there is a tiny human inside of me that I am responsible for taking care of before it is even out in the world.

It is strange how a child that you are growing can sense/feel what you are experiencing yourself. When I found out that I was pregnant the first thing I did was tell my bosses. I worked with controlled substances, and no longer wanted a part of handling those so I told them up front. I was 5 weeks pregnant when I told them. They ended up cleaning house, and it was just two of us working there. This went on for 5 months with just two of us working – getting all the day to day things done, and doing extra jobs when we could find time for them. It got to the point between months five and six of being pregnant that I was so stressed out about just going to work that my son was in overdrive in the kicking department. It was like he was sending me a sign that said “yo! take it easy, you’ve got me to take care of!”

This went on for about a month of him continuously kicking me every day non-stop. One day things finally hit the fan, and I was done. I couldn’t take the stress any more. I left for lunch, and never came back. Little man still kicks me periodically, but nothing compares to the beating I was taking during that month.

Now that I have had a month off of working, and my house is somewhat clean most of the time it is time for me to go back to work. The hubs is really excited about this. I was the breadwinner when I quit. He is working part-time currently at UPS for insurance, and is waiting for his call to the “big leagues” of full-time. Not my best move on quitting my job since bills don’t stop, but it was the best thing for our child and to keep him healthy.

I am a nervous wreck. I am going to be a substitute teacher. I have done this before years ago for a school that I graduated high school from, and I was already employed there while I was going to college. This is different. I am not going to know any of the teachers, and for the most part it will be a different school every time. At least starting out it will be. Next week I have high school and elementary school. Then I work in middle school in the following weeks.

If I sleep Tuesday night it might be a miracle. School starts for high school at 7:05 in the mornings, and I have to be there early. It also takes me over an hour to get ready now to look presentable to the world – most of the time I rock the I’m pregnant and can’t get my life together look. Being pregnant in the third trimester has been hard in the exhausted department. On a “normal” day I get up around 6:30-7:30. If I don’t have anywhere to be that day then I am good without taking a nap. If I have somewhere to go I am ready for a nap about 2-3 hours after I have been awake just from taking a shower and getting ready. This next week is going to be a big shocker to me.

When I work housework tends to go to the wayside. Going to admit I am not very good at keeping a clean house anyways, but it is even worse when I do work. Dishes don’t get done, the laundry piles up, you can’t see the counter tops or the kitchen table because it is used to house items that don’t belong on them, cooking dinner is out the door. Perhaps this will be a sign of things to come when the baby comes – dirty house, exhaustion, and barely making it through life. I hear these are some of the things you experience with a newborn.

Wednesday we reach single digits with the pregnancy. I will be 31 weeks. The next nine weeks are going to fly by especially with the holidays coming up, and all the running around we do with that. Not to mention we have other obligations that were already in place before we found out we were pregnant. I will more than likely survive, but I have a feeling it is going to be a bumpy ride. 🙂

 

The Best of the Best Flea Market Edition

When I was younger my parents would take me to various flea markets, and I hated it. Nothing interested me, but since I was along for the ride I couldn’t complain. I remember being in middle school and we went to one. We came home with guineas. Not the pigs, but the fowls (birds). The idea was that these birds were going to help with the tick population that we had in our yard. They didn’t last long at our house – the other wildlife we had decided they were good to feast on. And the ticks prevailed.

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During my early twenties I moved out of the house to live with a friend that needed help with bills, and I needed to get out. She was the one that first introduced me to the flea market in Nashville. Prior to this I don’t think I had ever gone to the state fairgrounds. She decided to take me to the “big one in October.” It was a group of us, and it was tons of fun. I got all of my Christmas shopping done on that trip to the flea market. I am one of those that LOVES to get my Christmas shopping done before November 1st if I can help it. Currently I have accomplished that except for Dustin’s immediate family – we get theirs on Black Friday.

This year at seven months pregnant I decided to go again. This has been dubbed the best one to go to if you are going to go to the flea market. There has to be over 500 vendors at this one with them being inside and outside. They pack the grounds. Brittany decided so that we wouldn’t have to walk far up the hill that we would get there when it opened. We got off the interstate around 6:45 AM, and once we got closer it was already backed up a little bit with people trying to get in to park.

Going in I didn’t know what I was looking for or if I was looking for anything at all. Dustin had given me a budget of what I could spend. When we arrived we went to the first set of vendors that were closest to us, it was at that point my bladder decided to stop working for the day. The good news is that Brittany knows where all the bathrooms are located so it wasn’t too terrible.

We make our way through all of the buildings. Brittany had to get some cups made that they do on the spot, but she has it down to a science as to what time she needs to hit them up so the cups will be ready when we leave. 5 hours later we are ready to hit the road. 5 hours later and this pregnant lady was exhausted.

I ended up getting items for dirty Santa that we do with one side of the family. I go back and forth every year with nice house items and funny gifts. This year was the nice house items. One of the ladies I purchased from was super sweet. She was talking to me about the nursery and what I had planned to do with it. We are doing baseball and American flags because well baseball is America’s favorite past time, and we love baseball. She said that when she was able to move into a house she was going to use her late husband’s fireman’s gear and memorabilia to set up a room for her grandsons. (Insert a few waterworks) It’s people like this that make going to the flea market also fun. I love talking to people that are personal, but then again I am super extroverted. Below is what I got for dirty Santa. I may play my cards where I get the TriStar to hang up in our home 🙂

The other things that I purchased was some items to be used for little man’s newborn photography session. I have been going to Pinterest to get some ideas of what I liked. The ones I like use an old coke crate, and I was able to score one of those for fairly cheap. The best purchase of the day was a blanket that we will use for newborn pictures, and also use it as one of his blankets. It has all the old school NFL logos on it, including the Titans who were the Houston Oilers back in the day.

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I made it out of the flea market with a dollar to spare. There are some items I didn’t get pictures of, and the food that I purchased. When we left the amount of people that were there was about the same as the amount of people that were waiting in line on the interstate to go. There is three entrances to get in, and they were all crazy backed up. I am thankful that we got there when we did.

I probably won’t make it back to another flea market until next October. I have basically made this flea market my one and only time to go. The new fairgrounds are undecided since we are getting a MLS stadium at this location, but if you are ever in Nashville when it is time for the “big one in October” I highly recommend going to it. Just remember to get there early.

Shots, Shots, Shots

Yesterday I went to the doctor for my 28 week checkup. I knew going into this appointment what was going to happen….well sorta. When I arrived I knew I had to drink the goods for the glucose test. I got the orange flavor. I have heard horror stories of “the drink” and I was a tad bit nervous.

I apparently was either thirsty or ready to get it over because I chugged it. I am talking about less than 5 minutes to get the whole bottle down. Not gonna lie because I had chugged it I was a little nauseous after the fact. I do not recommend chugging looking back. The downfall to this is when you finish it you have to wait an hour before they can draw your blood to see if you got the diabetes.

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Once I had finished the glucose drink I got called back immediately. They asked me about the flu shot – I said no. I have never had the flu shot, and to my recollection I have never had the flu (knock on wood). When the doctor came in she told me I would be getting my RhoGam shot.

I am Rh-negative. This means that I am O negative when it comes to blood, and they aren’t sure if the baby is going to be positive or negative when it comes to their blood type. If my blood was to mix with the babies while in the womb I have the potential to kill the child or have the child become extremely anemic which would result in a blood transfusion as soon as he was born. This shot is to protect my antibodies from building up a defense against the baby. I was told that if I fell before I made it to 28 weeks then I would need to go to the emergency room ASAP to get the shot earlier.

She also talked to me about getting the flu shot. I told her the same thing I had told the nurse. I didn’t want to start getting the flu shot when I was pregnant. She then had to go into detail about what could happen in the third trimester if I was to get the flu. It’s kind of scary. She said while she was in school and rotations she had one person die from the flu that was in the third trimester, and then two people that were in ICU on a vent in their third trimester. One of the ladies ended up going into labor while on the vent, and she said that caused some major panic within the ICU. I am going to pray for the next 12 weeks I don’t get the flu.

I went ahead and told her I wanted to get the Tdap shot out of the way. I knew from talking to people previously that I would need this shot. I figured this would be the best time to get it since I was giving blood and already getting another shot. The Tdap shot is to protect against tetanus, diphtheria, and pertussis. The one I am most concerned with is pertussis (whooping cough). I have known some adults to get it, and they have had a hard time getting rid of it.

Once we discussed everything that needed to be gone over, and heard the beautiful heartbeat it was time for the nurse to come back in and give me my shots. The nurse came in, and said alright the first shot is the Tdap and you are going to curse me tomorrow. I told her I had previously had a cortisone shot in my shoulder and that it wasn’t pleasant and I could handle this. The second shot (RhoGam) would be going into my rear. I think that’s the first time I have ever had a shot there, and hopefully it’ll be my last.

When I got home I had noticed that my arm was a little sore and swollen where I had gotten my Tdap shot. No big deal. I went to bed, and I sleep a lot on my left side right now since that is the most comfortable position for me. Every time I rolled to my left side it felt like someone had punched me and left a massive bruise. Needless to say sleeping was a lot of fun last night. This morning it isn’t so bad. The swelling has gone down, and it doesn’t bother me as much. I still will take this shot over a cortisone shot any day.

Consignment Sales

Twelve years ago I got the news my sister was pregnant with her first. And like any cool aunt would do I went looking for the best clothes money could buy for him. I also went a little overboard. The cool thing about twelve years ago is that Hecht’s was going out of business. I was able to go and buy all the name brands for dirt cheap. I sort of knew how fast kids grew so I spaced out the sizes that I bought him.

I gave them to my sister, and she put them away. She forgot about all the clothes I had bought him, and ended up selling them in a consignment sale. This was the first time I had heard of a consignment sale. I apparently lived under a rock. Fast forward a few years, and my friends are talking about going to consignment sales. I tune them out because I don’t have kids why would I need to listen.

Then it happens. I become pregnant. A church that I have spent many years of playing church league softball, volleyball, and just hanging out with a few of their members put up an ad that they are having a consignment sale. I decided now was the time to figure out what a consignment sale was all about. I learned that my best friend was going as well so we arranged to go together.

I have to say I am thankful I decided to make this one the first one I went to. It was all in the gym. Clothes on one side and toys, books, and other things on the other side. I was still a little overwhelmed with having to go through the clothes. It was also very helpful that Kristin was there to help me out with what would come in handy (she’s got three little boys herself).

Two weeks later I saw an ad for a local consignment sale. When they advertise they advertise right. I decided I was going to tackle this one alone. I had also decided before I went to grab sizes of clothes from newborn to 9 months. I went on the first day it was opened. They had posted pictures and videos of what they had for sale, and I had a few items that I wanted. By the time I had gotten there those few items were gone. So I headed straight to the clothes.

This building is massive. All of the clothes were in the gym, the toys had their own room, and the strollers and play items lined the hallways. I’m telling you it was something else. I get to the clothes and I am in heaven. Most of the stuff is $1 or $2. Before I know it I am racking up, and  I finally called it quits after about 45 minutes.

When I was checking out the lady was telling me how their consignments worked. She said they do one in the fall and one in the spring, and that everyone just trades off their clothes. They will tag the old clothes, and then purchase what they need for the upcoming seasons. It saves families a ton of money doing it this way. Her explaining it to me opened my eyes to see the beauty of a consignment sale.

I went a little overboard on the clothes (see picture), I admit that. But as a woman when you see a good deal, you just can’t turn it down.

IMG_20180927_190654498 I have also turned into this person recently that will accept any donated clothes for our child. We have had three people give us their hand-me-downs from their children. The most recent one gave us clothes ranging from newborn to 3T. Our child is going to be one blessed little man!

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Until he is old enough to buy his own clothes he will be rocking the consignment sale clothes, and the hand-me-downs.

First Trimester Woes

Let me tell ya something – I LOVE FOOD. I am a fat kid at heart, and I am not picky. Well that was until I got pregnant.

Thank goodness we went on the cruise before we got pregnant. While on the cruise I ate approximately 3000 calories a day if not more. Every day I would have a burger (or 3) from Guy’s Burger Joint. These are hands down the best I have ever had except for In-N-Out. Then for dinner I would have what you normally can’t get or that you may be too afraid to try, and it would end up being about 5 plates of food. That was the last of the “real” food for awhile.

May started out normal. Well minus the fact that I wanted grilled onions. It was about a 3 week phase I went through. We ended up going to watch the Vanderbilt baseball team play MTSU one night, and they had a stand that was grilling sausage and hot dogs. You could also get them loaded with peppers and onions. I was salivating  over the smell of the onions, so I had to get me some. When I got back to my seat with just grilled onions the people around us wanted to know what I had because it smelled so good. Those good people were gracious enough not to judge me, and my pregnant cravings at that moment.

Then comes June and July. These months were full of surprises in the food realm. I only wanted to eat xtra cheddar goldfish, shredded cheese on tortillas, fries, and plain cheeseburgers. The thought of eating anything else made me sick. I also couldn’t handle the smell of food. Which meant that I didn’t cook food anymore. We ate out all the time, and by we I just mean Dustin. The good news about not eating at the house meant we didn’t have any dishes to do, but if we did that was out of the question for me as well.

Thank goodness I am off of that terrible diet. I am starting to add a little more food to my list of things to eat. Steak is still not on that list of things that I like, but I am hoping that it will come back before too long. I can’t complain because I didn’t really have morning sickness, or any other hard times that other people have talked about having. The only time I would get it would be in the evenings, and 90% of that happened when I needed to make a stop on the way home. I have an hour plus commute home in the evenings, and I guess my body didn’t like that I was not getting home in a timely manner. Pregnancy truly is a journey, and those journeys are not all the same.

Awkward Wife of the Year

The hubs and I decided that we were ready to have a child. I randomly approached him one day, and started talking about when he thought would be a good time for us to start trying to get pregnant. We both agreed on April for two very different reasons. His was because it would be January when the child come, and my busy time of the year would be over at work. Mine was Titans football regular season would be over, and Vanderbilt’s men’s basketball SEC play would be starting up, but not until the middle of January. We can see where our priorities were.

We love a good cruise so we decided to take one in April before their “busy” season started. It was tons of fun as usual to get away from the real world, and not hear the negativity that is always present every single day. We also had the best waiter for our dinners who talked to us about what true sacrifice was. He was from the Caribbean, and worked on a cruise ship 8 months out of the year. His wife stayed at home. She was a nurse and took care of their children. Michael made sure to tell us about how life and marriage are supposed to work.

When we got back home Dustin told me that we were pregnant. I told him there was no way, no one gets pregnant on their first try. For a month we went back and forth, and I told him how crazy he was. I will be the first to admit that I LOVE trying to prove Dustin wrong. So when the day came that I was able to take a pregnancy test I went and got one.

It was a Wednesday night. Both of us will never forget how this went down. There are two tests that come in a box. I took the first one, and waited. It was a faint cross. I didn’t believe it so I took the other one. And once again another faint cross appeared. I was in disbelief. This wasn’t supposed to happen, this NEVER happens. I go into the living room were Dustin is sitting on the couch, and I sit next to him. I told him I needed to talk to him – normally when I say these words it is never a good thing. He said OK…. I didn’t exactly say words – I just handed him both tests. He looked at them, and said kinda shocked “You’re pregnant?” My response was not that great, “I guess so”.

Previously I had been thinking about when we did get pregnant how I would tell Dustin. On Pinterest there is all these cute ways to announce to your spouse that you are pregnant, and I wanted to do something similar. But in my stupor I couldn’t think straight, and just ran straight to him. I still didn’t think it was true so the next morning I got another test and took it at work. This time it was the one that says the words pregnant or not pregnant. Well that sealed the deal, in big bold letters it said PREGNANT.

We still get a big laugh about how awkward I was in telling him that we were expecting. When we talk about the baby this conversation almost always comes up. The good news is too that there will be more of these moments that happen in my life. 🙂