Well almost. I'll be 9 months on Monday. Holy cow!! I'll post a belly picture then- I promise.
Last week we made a trip to the emergency room because I thought either my water had broken or I was leaking fluid. Turns out I just have a really bad infection. So got some yucky cream for that and I'm doing better now. But while we were there at the hospital, the doctor told my dad Oliver's head is straight down towards the birth canal. So he's ready to come out as soon as my body is ready. Hopefully that won't be before my induction date. My sister will be here December 19 and my good friend Jennifer will be my "doula". Jennifer has been with me thru a brain surgery so she's use to taking care of me and waiting on me hand and foot. My dad is getting me a HD Flip (video recorder) for Christmas, so Jennifer will also be in charge of filming the birth. And I'm giving her a copy of my birth plan so she can keep the nurses in check. Now that I think about it, Jennifer's job is more important than mine trying to push a baby out, hehe. She's a good multi-tasker so I think she can manage. And my God, what would I do without my sister? So I think we got a good plan in place, and as far as Brice being there I just don't know yet. One day at a time I suppose.
And BTW, I am having some trouble with my email. If anyone needs to email me my address is maryann@cmaaccess.com but I can not send out messages right now. We are trying to get that fixed with my cable company. However, I can receive messages so feel free to email me, but it may be a bit before I can respond.
xo
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
33 week belly shot!
Today I am 33 weeks pregnant. 6 more weeks to go till my induction date at 39 weeks. Here is a bare belly shot. xoxo
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
I think...
This is a good picture of what Oliver is going to look like. What do you think? Look at that mouth? We'll have to compare this picture to him once he's born.
For those of you who had 3D ultrasounds done, did your baby look anything like the ultrasound picture once he/she was born?
For those of you who had 3D ultrasounds done, did your baby look anything like the ultrasound picture once he/she was born?
Friday, October 30, 2009
Oliver Call Fief
I don't really know how I came up with Oliver. I don't know anyone in real life with that name, or anyone who has a son named Oliver. And it defiantly isn't a name I ever saw on the top baby name list. About 3 years ago, a girl on a fashion message board I am a member of named her son Oliver. I thought it was kind of an odd name. But for some reason it stuck in my head. So after Brice turned down Joel and Avery, I mentioned Oliver not even being totally serious and he loved it. At that point it just stuck, and after a few days I knew that's what I was meant to name my son. It fits him perfectly. Even my sister said he looks like an Oliver already.
Now I know you're wondering about the middle name- Call.
If you have never seen the old western movie Lonesome Dove then the following will make no sense to you:)
Brice is a huge Lonesome Dove fan. And so am I. Though I admit I had never seen it till I met Brice. So we wanted the middle name to come from the movie. Brice's first choice was Captain Augustus "Gus" McCrae, but I couldn't picture my son with the middle name Augustus. So that leaves Captain Woodrow F. Call a famous Texas Ranger played by Tommy Lee Jones.
If we had a girl, her name was going to be Brynn Lorena. Lorena is another character on Lonesome Dove.
I guess now that I am single I can name my son whatever I want, but honestly I know he's meant to be Oliver Call and I know everytime I say his name and see his sweet face I'll remember the great man his father use to be before he turned his back on us for crystal meth.
Now I know you're wondering about the middle name- Call.
If you have never seen the old western movie Lonesome Dove then the following will make no sense to you:)
Brice is a huge Lonesome Dove fan. And so am I. Though I admit I had never seen it till I met Brice. So we wanted the middle name to come from the movie. Brice's first choice was Captain Augustus "Gus" McCrae, but I couldn't picture my son with the middle name Augustus. So that leaves Captain Woodrow F. Call a famous Texas Ranger played by Tommy Lee Jones.
If we had a girl, her name was going to be Brynn Lorena. Lorena is another character on Lonesome Dove.
I guess now that I am single I can name my son whatever I want, but honestly I know he's meant to be Oliver Call and I know everytime I say his name and see his sweet face I'll remember the great man his father use to be before he turned his back on us for crystal meth.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
My side of the story...
I'm writing this here in hopes the more people who know, the more who can reach out to him and try to help. It's a hard thing for me to admit and talk about, but this is MY blog and that's how it got started to begin with- when I needed an outlet and my own private writing space after my miscarriage. This won't be my last post on this subject-
After my miscarriage in July 2008, Brice became really depressed. One thing led to another and he somehow started using crystal meth. He was still the same sweet and caring and loving Brice, but money started getting tight. He somehow managed to blame it all on me to why he couldn't pay his truck note, insurance, credit cards, ect. We always had separate checking accounts and our own money. My dad always told me that's a huge mistake and not how a marriage should be, but it worked for us.
Every month I paid the water bill, light bill, gas bill, and paid for every piece of food in the house. Brice paid our mortgage. Six months ago Brice didn't have the money for our monthly mortgage of $1400. I took a loan out of the bank and told him not to worry about it (the bank loan) I would pay it each month. During all this, he was still the sweetest most loving husband anyone could ask for. He was so excited to be a daddy. I was in complete denial he had a drug problem. But I knew he did. He never slept. He never ate. He stopped hanging out with all his friends. He stopped visiting his family. He had meth sores on his mouth and sores all over his hands from where he would pick at his skin. After catching him twice in the garage smoking a meth pipe, he started going out and would stay gone all night long to get high.
I use to tell him that if he didn't stop I was going to move back to my dads house. He would cry and beg me to stay and to please support him that things would get better. I guess I figured as long as he was paying the mortgage and treating me like the Brice I married, I could deal with it. That's called denial I suppose. He was your typical addict. He use to tell me that if I got better with cleaning and doing laundry, he would stop doing drugs. He always blamed it on me, but yet told me how much he loved me and didn't want me to leave.
September 2009 once again, he didn't have the $1400 for our mortgage payment. At the end of September things were getting tensed for him at work because his bosses knew something was going on with him. He was always late to work and wasn't doing his job. Those are the exact words of his boss Darrell Taylor. Brice came to me and told me he needed to quit his job because the stress from his job is the reason he gets high all the time. He said he wanted to be sober so he could be a better husband and father and begged me to please support his decision. My brain told me no man in their right mind who has a baby on the way, quits their good paying job without finding another job first. But this is where my denial stepped back in. I told him to do whatever it is he needed to do to get sober. He quit his job that day. He started going to Houston 3 nights a week and would stay gone till 6am. His reason was he needed to sell the drugs he had to help us pay our mortgage. I told him it wasn't worth it. I told him we could get an apartment till he finds a job. He said no because me and the baby deserve a better life than that. This went on for 3 weeks straight- him going to Houston 3-4 nights a week till 6am. And he never had one penny to give me to pay our bills. Come October we are now two months behind on our mortgage. And he's three months behind on his truck payment. With no truck insurance. Because he stopped paying that, too.
A week ago he started getting really moody and would start crying for no reason telling me he's so confused about things and doesn't understand why we (me, my dad, his family) can't just understand why he has to do this because it's his only way to support us right now without a job. Well that would be fine if I was actually seeing money from these drugs he's supposedly selling. I realize now he was never selling drugs. He was going to get high all those nights. Last Saturday he came to me crying and said he loved me but he needed to get away and think about things. He said he didn't know how long he would be gone. So I let him go. That night he texted me and said "I love you baby. Sleep tight. I'll be home tomorrow sometime". He never came home. On Sunday he still wasn't home and ignoring all my text messages and wouldn't answer his phone for his parents. On Monday he still wasn't home and still ignoring all my text messages and still ignoring all the calls from his worried family. Finally Monday afternoon he texted me and asked me to move my stuff out of the house. I asked him why? He said "because I can't go on like this any longer. I have to do this for myself". He was blaming me for the drug situation he was in.
He finally came back to the house on Tuesday with his new meth whore by his side. Was high out of his mind. I called the cops on him in hopes they would find drugs on him and take him to jail so he can get help. They did find two meth/crack pipes, one in his truck and one in the house, but for whatever reason didn't arrest him. He now has a "meth whore" living in the house with him. She supports what he does because she does it to. He chose all that over his wife and son. We had such a good life together. Brice is now telling his family we were having marriage problems and that he has been trying to get me to move out for 6 months now. This is so far from the truth. Not once in the two years we have been married has Brice ever asked me to leave. He was always the one begging me to stay. Meth has taken ahold of the man I married and I don't even know who he is anymore. Brice use to have the kindest heart you could ever ask for in a man. But he's not that person anymore. And he blames it all on me.
I am now living at my dads and plan to file for divorce soon. I love Brice dearly, and if he would agree to get help I would forgive him for everything he has done. I want our old life back. I want our future back. I want my husband back, the man he was before crystal meth took over his mind, body, and soul. The Brice I know and loved would never end our marriage the way he did- thru a text message and then having a meth whore move into our house with all her clothes in my closet. Anyone who knows Brice, knows this isn't anything in a million years he would ever do. He was raised better than that. If he was in his right mind, he would have came home and told me this isn't working anymore we need to figure out who's going to move and who gets what. But instead, he chose to break our marriage off over the phone and asked me to move out, and came home the very next day with his new girlfriend. He had no guilt at all for kicking out his wife and the mother of his son- for drugs.
It kills me inside to know he chose drugs, the drug lifestyle, and a meth whore over me and the wonderful future we had together. But I guess like my sister said "Stop thinking about yourself for a minute, Brice also chose all that over his own son and his sons safety". When I look at it that way, I am glad he kicked me out because I would have never left him.
I don't want this divorce to get nasty, but right now I do not feel like my son is safe being around him, and I will do everything in my power to make sure of that. I'd give my life before I let my son be around Brice in that house without me or his parents there supervising. A lot of people close to Brice may now think that since he was so unhappy with me that he'll get better now that I am gone. They don't realize what meth does to a person and it's not a drug you can just stop, which is how Brice got himself into this situation to begin with.
Everyone that knows about this, even Brice's best guy friends, have come to me and said "I knew something was going on with him, he's been so different lately". And like my good friend Kristi said, "everyone has marriage problems, but marriage problems don't cause you to do drugs and make the choices Brice has made and is still making".
I'll end this here and all I ask for everyone to please pray to God to bring back the old Brice. Even if we never get back together, I just want him off drugs and to be the happy fun loving person he use to be so he can be a wonderful father, uncle, and a good son like he use to be. I'm not the only one who sees all the bad changes in him, but sadly I am the only one not in denial about it anymore.
xoxo
A good website to learn about meth www.kci.org
After my miscarriage in July 2008, Brice became really depressed. One thing led to another and he somehow started using crystal meth. He was still the same sweet and caring and loving Brice, but money started getting tight. He somehow managed to blame it all on me to why he couldn't pay his truck note, insurance, credit cards, ect. We always had separate checking accounts and our own money. My dad always told me that's a huge mistake and not how a marriage should be, but it worked for us.
Every month I paid the water bill, light bill, gas bill, and paid for every piece of food in the house. Brice paid our mortgage. Six months ago Brice didn't have the money for our monthly mortgage of $1400. I took a loan out of the bank and told him not to worry about it (the bank loan) I would pay it each month. During all this, he was still the sweetest most loving husband anyone could ask for. He was so excited to be a daddy. I was in complete denial he had a drug problem. But I knew he did. He never slept. He never ate. He stopped hanging out with all his friends. He stopped visiting his family. He had meth sores on his mouth and sores all over his hands from where he would pick at his skin. After catching him twice in the garage smoking a meth pipe, he started going out and would stay gone all night long to get high.
I use to tell him that if he didn't stop I was going to move back to my dads house. He would cry and beg me to stay and to please support him that things would get better. I guess I figured as long as he was paying the mortgage and treating me like the Brice I married, I could deal with it. That's called denial I suppose. He was your typical addict. He use to tell me that if I got better with cleaning and doing laundry, he would stop doing drugs. He always blamed it on me, but yet told me how much he loved me and didn't want me to leave.
September 2009 once again, he didn't have the $1400 for our mortgage payment. At the end of September things were getting tensed for him at work because his bosses knew something was going on with him. He was always late to work and wasn't doing his job. Those are the exact words of his boss Darrell Taylor. Brice came to me and told me he needed to quit his job because the stress from his job is the reason he gets high all the time. He said he wanted to be sober so he could be a better husband and father and begged me to please support his decision. My brain told me no man in their right mind who has a baby on the way, quits their good paying job without finding another job first. But this is where my denial stepped back in. I told him to do whatever it is he needed to do to get sober. He quit his job that day. He started going to Houston 3 nights a week and would stay gone till 6am. His reason was he needed to sell the drugs he had to help us pay our mortgage. I told him it wasn't worth it. I told him we could get an apartment till he finds a job. He said no because me and the baby deserve a better life than that. This went on for 3 weeks straight- him going to Houston 3-4 nights a week till 6am. And he never had one penny to give me to pay our bills. Come October we are now two months behind on our mortgage. And he's three months behind on his truck payment. With no truck insurance. Because he stopped paying that, too.
A week ago he started getting really moody and would start crying for no reason telling me he's so confused about things and doesn't understand why we (me, my dad, his family) can't just understand why he has to do this because it's his only way to support us right now without a job. Well that would be fine if I was actually seeing money from these drugs he's supposedly selling. I realize now he was never selling drugs. He was going to get high all those nights. Last Saturday he came to me crying and said he loved me but he needed to get away and think about things. He said he didn't know how long he would be gone. So I let him go. That night he texted me and said "I love you baby. Sleep tight. I'll be home tomorrow sometime". He never came home. On Sunday he still wasn't home and ignoring all my text messages and wouldn't answer his phone for his parents. On Monday he still wasn't home and still ignoring all my text messages and still ignoring all the calls from his worried family. Finally Monday afternoon he texted me and asked me to move my stuff out of the house. I asked him why? He said "because I can't go on like this any longer. I have to do this for myself". He was blaming me for the drug situation he was in.
He finally came back to the house on Tuesday with his new meth whore by his side. Was high out of his mind. I called the cops on him in hopes they would find drugs on him and take him to jail so he can get help. They did find two meth/crack pipes, one in his truck and one in the house, but for whatever reason didn't arrest him. He now has a "meth whore" living in the house with him. She supports what he does because she does it to. He chose all that over his wife and son. We had such a good life together. Brice is now telling his family we were having marriage problems and that he has been trying to get me to move out for 6 months now. This is so far from the truth. Not once in the two years we have been married has Brice ever asked me to leave. He was always the one begging me to stay. Meth has taken ahold of the man I married and I don't even know who he is anymore. Brice use to have the kindest heart you could ever ask for in a man. But he's not that person anymore. And he blames it all on me.
I am now living at my dads and plan to file for divorce soon. I love Brice dearly, and if he would agree to get help I would forgive him for everything he has done. I want our old life back. I want our future back. I want my husband back, the man he was before crystal meth took over his mind, body, and soul. The Brice I know and loved would never end our marriage the way he did- thru a text message and then having a meth whore move into our house with all her clothes in my closet. Anyone who knows Brice, knows this isn't anything in a million years he would ever do. He was raised better than that. If he was in his right mind, he would have came home and told me this isn't working anymore we need to figure out who's going to move and who gets what. But instead, he chose to break our marriage off over the phone and asked me to move out, and came home the very next day with his new girlfriend. He had no guilt at all for kicking out his wife and the mother of his son- for drugs.
It kills me inside to know he chose drugs, the drug lifestyle, and a meth whore over me and the wonderful future we had together. But I guess like my sister said "Stop thinking about yourself for a minute, Brice also chose all that over his own son and his sons safety". When I look at it that way, I am glad he kicked me out because I would have never left him.
I don't want this divorce to get nasty, but right now I do not feel like my son is safe being around him, and I will do everything in my power to make sure of that. I'd give my life before I let my son be around Brice in that house without me or his parents there supervising. A lot of people close to Brice may now think that since he was so unhappy with me that he'll get better now that I am gone. They don't realize what meth does to a person and it's not a drug you can just stop, which is how Brice got himself into this situation to begin with.
Everyone that knows about this, even Brice's best guy friends, have come to me and said "I knew something was going on with him, he's been so different lately". And like my good friend Kristi said, "everyone has marriage problems, but marriage problems don't cause you to do drugs and make the choices Brice has made and is still making".
I'll end this here and all I ask for everyone to please pray to God to bring back the old Brice. Even if we never get back together, I just want him off drugs and to be the happy fun loving person he use to be so he can be a wonderful father, uncle, and a good son like he use to be. I'm not the only one who sees all the bad changes in him, but sadly I am the only one not in denial about it anymore.
xoxo
A good website to learn about meth www.kci.org
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Introducing.....
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
28 week placenta check-up
Today I am 28w3d. Yesterday me and Jennifer went to Texas Womens Hospital to have my low-lying placenta checked. The girl who did the ultrasound was really nice and spent 20mins showing Jennifer the baby and all his cute features! He was face down, but tilted to the side a bit so we weren't able to get a full face view, but we did see his mouth and lips which were moving and talking to us! The ultrasound tech pointed this out to us and thought it was really funny. You could see his little lips moving 90mph. I'm not sure what he was telling us, but then he waved. So maybe he was just saying hello. Then he stuck his tongue out at us twice. I think it's amazing we were able to catch all that on the ultrasound. The doctor came in to check some measurements of his legs that the ultrasound tech did. The doctor made a comment to Jennifer how "defined" his hands and feet are for 28 weeks. They told us everything looked great, so I assume that means my placenta has moved up to where it needs to be, but I will know for sure next week when I go see Dr. Miller. The doctor said he weighs 2 pounds 2oz. and is in the 50 percentile for his weight and length. So he's average- not too big, and not too small. We got one last look at the side of his face before we left, and his little lips and mouth were still moving!! I guess he's going to be a talker just like me:)
I have my 29 week 3D/4D ultrasound this Saturday. I really hope he turns over by then because if not they won't be able to do the ultrasound with him face down. You can't really see anything with him in that position. So send us good vibes he turns his head by Saturday!
xo
I have my 29 week 3D/4D ultrasound this Saturday. I really hope he turns over by then because if not they won't be able to do the ultrasound with him face down. You can't really see anything with him in that position. So send us good vibes he turns his head by Saturday!
xo
Monday, September 28, 2009
O.M.G
*you better be sitting down for this one*
I am officially in my 3rd trimester today. I am 27 weeks. Only 90 days to go!
I am officially in my 3rd trimester today. I am 27 weeks. Only 90 days to go!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Some of my FAVORITE things
We have been given so many generous baby gifts, but I wanted to post a few of my favorites. I love everything we have gotten, but these are really cute and I wanted to share.
These are all his clothes. I have only bought three outfits out of all of these!
Precious Planet cradle swing from Donna.
Precious Planet bouncer from Mollie.
Harley Davidson jacket. Can't remember who bought this.
Camouflage blanket from Natalia and Paul. Green blanket from aunt Kat.
I bought this frame today at Babies 1st Furniture.
These are Nathan's old baby Uggs. He's going to let us borrow them for the new baby. They are kind of dirty, but that's okay.
And my new favorite outfit I bought at Ava Grace today in Sugarland. It's so much cuter in person and sooooo soft!
I wish I had time to post pictures of everything because we have gotten some really nice and generous stuff already for the baby, but I'm sure once he gets here I'll be taking lots of pictures of him using all his goodies and wearing all his cute outfits. Without our family and friends there is no way we could afford all this nice stuff for him- so thank you all so much from the bottom of our hearts:)
xo
These are all his clothes. I have only bought three outfits out of all of these!
Precious Planet cradle swing from Donna.
Precious Planet bouncer from Mollie.
Harley Davidson jacket. Can't remember who bought this.
Camouflage blanket from Natalia and Paul. Green blanket from aunt Kat.
I bought this frame today at Babies 1st Furniture.
These are Nathan's old baby Uggs. He's going to let us borrow them for the new baby. They are kind of dirty, but that's okay.
And my new favorite outfit I bought at Ava Grace today in Sugarland. It's so much cuter in person and sooooo soft!
I wish I had time to post pictures of everything because we have gotten some really nice and generous stuff already for the baby, but I'm sure once he gets here I'll be taking lots of pictures of him using all his goodies and wearing all his cute outfits. Without our family and friends there is no way we could afford all this nice stuff for him- so thank you all so much from the bottom of our hearts:)
xo
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
showers and stuff!!
My first baby shower hosted by my wonderful sister and mom was August 29. We had a great time! This shower was mainly my moms side of the family and a few close friends. Here are some pictures....
Then we had a couple's shower this past Sunday hosted by my dad and Donna and their good friends Mollie and Larry. Everything turned out perfect and was so beautiful. We had a great time. Somehow there was a mix up with my cake. The cake lady didn't have time to come inside so Donna met her outside in the parking lot to get it. It was in a huge white box and the cake lady told Donna to take a look at it before she left. When Donna open the box, she was shocked to see it was a pink and purple baby girl cake with pink glitter!! Donna didn't have the heart to tell the lady it was suppose to be blue, so she brought the cake inside and was afraid I was going to be upset. When my dad and Donna showed it to me all I could do was laugh. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen. I loved it. And it was yummy! Probably one of the best cakes I have had in a long time. The cake was donated as a gift from the lady who made it, so it's not like we really had the right to complain. All you can do is laugh in a situation like that and enjoy it. Donna added a blue diaper pen to it that we had left over from some deco's. Here are some pictures....
Thank you to my good friends Jennifer, Nikki, and Kristi for taking pictures during my showers. Without you guys I wouldn't have gotten any pictures at all- so thank you! My next (and last) shower is November 7 with Brice's family. I am soooo excited!!
Then we had a couple's shower this past Sunday hosted by my dad and Donna and their good friends Mollie and Larry. Everything turned out perfect and was so beautiful. We had a great time. Somehow there was a mix up with my cake. The cake lady didn't have time to come inside so Donna met her outside in the parking lot to get it. It was in a huge white box and the cake lady told Donna to take a look at it before she left. When Donna open the box, she was shocked to see it was a pink and purple baby girl cake with pink glitter!! Donna didn't have the heart to tell the lady it was suppose to be blue, so she brought the cake inside and was afraid I was going to be upset. When my dad and Donna showed it to me all I could do was laugh. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen. I loved it. And it was yummy! Probably one of the best cakes I have had in a long time. The cake was donated as a gift from the lady who made it, so it's not like we really had the right to complain. All you can do is laugh in a situation like that and enjoy it. Donna added a blue diaper pen to it that we had left over from some deco's. Here are some pictures....
Thank you to my good friends Jennifer, Nikki, and Kristi for taking pictures during my showers. Without you guys I wouldn't have gotten any pictures at all- so thank you! My next (and last) shower is November 7 with Brice's family. I am soooo excited!!
Baby Fief's Godmother
Brice and I thought about this long and hard before we officially named someone to be the Godmother of our baby boy. This person can be anybody, but to us, we wanted it to be someone who's not a blood relative. I defiantly consider this person family, but she isn't blood. So then we asked our self who can we trust? Who will spoil him the most? And who will guide him and give him advice when he needs it the most? After asking our self all these questions, the answer was easy! We just knew it had to be Donna Estrada. For those that don't know Donna, she is my dads girlfriend and a really great friend. My plan was to give Donna a Godmother picture frame at our shower on Sunday, but we had so much fun it totally slipped my mind and I forgot it was sitting in my truck. So I gave it to her last night, and she is thrilled and honored to be the Godmother of our baby. And so are we:)
busy day...
Today I woke up to thirty Happy Birthday messages on Facebook. That just made my day. I am 27 years old today. I have also been married exactly 2 years today. We promised we would eat the top layer of our wedding cake tonight because we forgot last year and it's still sitting in our freezer. Wish us luck:)
Monday, September 14, 2009
Baby Fief's new ride....
My dad bought the baby a very sweet ride!
Introducing the new Peg Perego Uno
How awesome is that? Now we just gotta get the matching carseat which snaps into the stroller in carriage mode. But I told my dad me and Brice would take care of the carseat. Just needed him to buy the expensive part, hehe. Love him so much.
Introducing the new Peg Perego Uno
How awesome is that? Now we just gotta get the matching carseat which snaps into the stroller in carriage mode. But I told my dad me and Brice would take care of the carseat. Just needed him to buy the expensive part, hehe. Love him so much.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Our newest 3D/4D of Baby Fief
This was done at 22w4d this past Friday.
Here is a picture and click on the link to watch the 42 second video of him playing with his feet!
Click on link below for the video-
http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/maryannp100/?action=view¤t=4D.flv
Here is a picture and click on the link to watch the 42 second video of him playing with his feet!
Click on link below for the video-
http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/maryannp100/?action=view¤t=4D.flv
Thursday, August 13, 2009
doc appt update from today
Today I had my 20 week (20w3d to be exact) check-up. I have gained a total of 6 pounds! And my blood pressure was great. But I think when I reach the 30 week mark I am going to have them check my blood pressure before they weigh me, hehe.
Dr. Miller said the anatomy scan at 18 weeks of baby Fief looked really great! No abnormalities on the baby from what they could see. This was such a huge relief!! But she did mention my placenta is low-lying. Not low enough to put me on any restrictions (lucky Brice) but it is lower than it should be. She said this is very common. Even my sister had it with Nathan. But she said more than likely it will move up to where it needs to be by 28 weeks. They will do another scan at 28 weeks to check. If worse comes to worse and my placenta does not move up, the baby will be fine, but I will need a c-section come delivery time. Regardless, Dr. Miller wants to induce me at 39 weeks, December 21st. Way too many medical reasons that aren't pregnancy related to list, but those that know my history I'm sure you can figure it out:) So I'm excited to know my baby will be here before Christmas. Now let's just pray he doesn't come before then because my sister won't be here till December 18 and her and Brice are the only two people allowed in the room with me:) I can't have my mother in there because she will drive me crazy and stress me out. So everyone will have to wait patiently in the waiting room:) I was watching an episode of Bringing Home Baby and this woman had her mom, sister, mother-in-law, sister-in-law and four grandmothers all in the room with her while she was laboring and pushing. You have got to be kidding me, right? I'm sure my sister-in-law is not going to want to watch me poop on myself while pushing. Good God.
And yes we have a name for our baby boy. And yes it's a secret:) I'm still working on Brice on letting me tell everyone. He's not budging as of now. Darn it!
xoxo
Dr. Miller said the anatomy scan at 18 weeks of baby Fief looked really great! No abnormalities on the baby from what they could see. This was such a huge relief!! But she did mention my placenta is low-lying. Not low enough to put me on any restrictions (lucky Brice) but it is lower than it should be. She said this is very common. Even my sister had it with Nathan. But she said more than likely it will move up to where it needs to be by 28 weeks. They will do another scan at 28 weeks to check. If worse comes to worse and my placenta does not move up, the baby will be fine, but I will need a c-section come delivery time. Regardless, Dr. Miller wants to induce me at 39 weeks, December 21st. Way too many medical reasons that aren't pregnancy related to list, but those that know my history I'm sure you can figure it out:) So I'm excited to know my baby will be here before Christmas. Now let's just pray he doesn't come before then because my sister won't be here till December 18 and her and Brice are the only two people allowed in the room with me:) I can't have my mother in there because she will drive me crazy and stress me out. So everyone will have to wait patiently in the waiting room:) I was watching an episode of Bringing Home Baby and this woman had her mom, sister, mother-in-law, sister-in-law and four grandmothers all in the room with her while she was laboring and pushing. You have got to be kidding me, right? I'm sure my sister-in-law is not going to want to watch me poop on myself while pushing. Good God.
And yes we have a name for our baby boy. And yes it's a secret:) I'm still working on Brice on letting me tell everyone. He's not budging as of now. Darn it!
xoxo
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