growth u/s and BPP

 We had a growth u/s and BPP today.  The great news is that baby boy looks absolutely perfect and passed his BPP with flying colors.  That could also be because I ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich immediately before the appointment.  I had to give him a leg up on the competition!  And we found out he has some hair on his head!  It’s adorable.  The growth u/s also looked great overall.  Our big boy is still definitely a BIG boy weighing in at an estimated 5 lbs 13 oz (84th percentile).  I am 33w1d today.  Just to give a comparison, Jakob was measuring at an estimated 4 lbs 15 oz at our last u/s with the boys at 33w5d.  He was born at 5 lbs 3 oz a couple of days later.  My amniotic fluid levels are also still high.  The technical term is polyhdramnios.  The MFM still does not believe there is a reason for the high fluid level.  But my levels are measuring at 26 cm (95th percentile).  So we are now scheduled for weekly BPP appointments.  We go back, for another sneak peek of baby boy, on June 2nd.  There is an increased risk of stillbirth in cases of polyhdramnios.  So we just need to make sure baby boy remains happy and healthy in my belly.  I’m OK with that.  The u/s tech also said that baby boy was really low in my pelvis and probably now wedged too tight to flight again.  

Mary

how about another ...

I was getting out of the shower last night and my b*ra was laying on the bathroom floor.  Jakob reached over and picked it up off the floor and the following conversation took place ...

Jakob: "Here Mama.  You need to wear this."
Mama: "No.  Moms take off their b*ra at night."
Jakob: "No.  Mommy doesn't."
Mama: "Yep.  Mommy takes off her b*ra at night too."

Jakob walks out of the bedroom and over to where Kara is sitting with Alex on the recliner.  He walks up to Kara and proceeds to reach up and grab her br*east.  (The grabbing of our br*easts is actually not totally uncommon in our household.   The boys are a bit obsessed with everything br*easts.  But I assure you we are working on directing the boys in the appropriate time to grab a woman's br*easts.  As in NEVER.)

Jakob: "You take this off at night?"
Mommy: "Why did Jakob just grab my br*east?"
Mama (from the bathroom): "He doesn't know the word for b*ra.  He doesn't believe that you take your b*ra off at night."
Mommy: "Yes Jakob.  I take off my b*ra at night."
Jakob: "Ok.  Good."

 .... because boys.

Mary

stats for Alex

1 :

height: 28.75 inches (13th percentile)
weight: 18 lbs 15 oz (3rd percentile)

2 :

height: 33 inches (13th percentile)
weight: 23 lbs 6 oz (4th percentile)

3 :

height: 36 inches (10th percentile)
weight: 27 lbs 0 oz (7th percentile)

4 :

height: 38.5 inches (12th percentile)
weight: 31 lbs 0 oz (10th percentile)

stats for Jakob

1 :

height: 28.75 inches (13th percentile)
weight: 20lbs 0 oz (9th percentile)

2 :

height: 33.5 inches (23rd percentile)
weight: 26 lbs 10 oz (31st percentile)

3 :

height: 36.6 inches (18th percentile)
weight: 31 lbs 0 oz (44th percentile)

4 :

height: 39.5 inches (22nd percentile)
weight: 34 lbs 3 oz (33rd percentile)

32w1d

A quick baby #3 update.

I’m shocked to admit that Kara and I are still going back and forth on a name for this little guy.  We know the first name and the middle name but we cannot decide, for the life of us, which name should be the first name and which name should be the middle name.  We have decided that we need to meet the little guy and that we would probably know the answer right away.  But it is weird because I feel like I referred to Jakob and Alex by name ALL the time when they were in my belly and poor baby #3 gets no recognition.  A lot of this is because Kara and I don’t want to discuss the name in front of the boys for fear they will tell the world.  If you ask the boys, baby #3 is either going to be called Baby Corey (Alex) or Fred (Jakob).  This is all thanks to our neighbors who keep telling the boys that those are the names of the baby.  It’s cute.

I am doing OK.  I’m just super uncomfortable most of the time.  I get a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions.  I keep an eye on them and at no point have they concerned me too much.  I feel like I can tell the difference between a real contraction and a Braxton Hicks contraction.  My uterus just hates me and gets irritated with each little movement that either I or baby boy makes.

I am down to 4 more P17 shots!!  I’m am so grateful for all the protection the shots have brought in this pregnancy but I am SO done with them.  My body is literally starting to reject the shots.  I can only do the shots on my right side.  If I have the nurse do the shot on the left side then I wobble like an old lady for an entire week.  But the skin is getting really irritated on my right side from the oil and just doesn’t have enough time to heal.  So I spend a lot of the week scratching my “butt” area.  Haha.  The injection site looks almost like a giant hive about the size of an orange each week.  And all I can do is scratch, scratch, scratch.  It starts to heal and then it is time for another shot.  It’s a vicious, but worthwhile, cycle!

My sleep is down the drain.  I surround myself with 5 pillows each night.  We have a really firm pillow that Kara has been telling me to use on my back and I finally gave it a try last night.  She’s never getting it back.  It was perfect.  I think sleep is rough because I wake-up so often because I have to pee.  And I literally feel like my hips are separating every time I roll out of bed.  I also have major pregnancy insomnia.  I tend to fall asleep about 10pm each night but then I am typically awake for at least 2 hours in the middle of the night.  Then by the time I finally get super comfortable and fall back to sleep it is time to get up.

I have to have my feet up most of the day at work.  I use a trashcan under my desk.  If I let my feet “dangle” on the floor I get nonstop contractions.

I’m still eating a lot.  But these days I am craving more and more sources of protein.  I cannot seem to get enough honey roasted peanuts at the minute.

I have my next OB appointment and MFM appointment next week.  I alternate between believing this little boy will make an early arrival, like the boys, at around 34 weeks and feeling like I’m totally going to remain pregnant for 40 weeks.  I am not embarrassed to admit though that if we can get to 37 weeks I’m going to be doing everything in my power to get baby boy to come out!!!  I’m done being pregnant and I just want to meet the little guy.  But I only want to meet him if he is on time and doing great!

Mary

because boys

(I can thank my coworker for the blog title and what I anticipate my first book to be called)

This conversation took place last night.

The boys were in the bathtub and I hear from Alex "Mama.  Come here.  Now."

I walk into the bathroom and Alex is standing in the tub pointing to his test*icles "Mama.  What are these balloons?"

"Those are your test*icles."
Alex "What you say?" (this is his famous quote)
Mama "Those are your test*icles.  Do you remember what you need to make a baby?"
Jakob "A spe*rm and an egg." (I think, at this point, that I'm a parenting genius!)
Mama "That's right buddy.  A daddy has the spe*rm and a mommy has the egg.  So your test*icles are where your spe*rm live."
Alex "So I just need to find an egg?"
Mama - "Yep.  When you get older you would need to find an egg if you want to have a baby."
Alex "Jake - The birds laid eggs out in our tree.  We go get one of those."

Not exactly how I thought that conversation would end.

And the other winner of the night.

I am sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner and Jakob walks out of the bathroom completely nak*ed.

Mama "What are you doing Jake?  Did you have an accident?"
Jake "I need new clothes."
Mama "I see that.  Did you not make it to the potty in time?"
Jake "No.  I made it.  But my pen*is was stuck to my leg. So I missed."

What???

Mary