I had the best news to tell you. But then it was taken away. After a year of wanting and waiting, there was finally another baby on the way. We were so excited, this baby was already so loved. Two weeks later it was over, the pregnancy was gone. My heart was broken.
I’m still pregnant, have a wicked cold and I’ve pretty much given up all hope of my body having this baby naturally. Never again. That just keeps running through my brain over and over in a loop. I’m never doing this again. I can’t do it now, I’m not coping, I feel like I’m not really alive. If I ever talk about another kid, just smack me. Hard. Everything is perfectly alright with baby. We had an ultrasound yesterday and a non-stress test today and she’s 110% okay. She’s just not ready, or my body isn’t, who even knows? Well, I’ve been reading about it and apparently it’s an enzyme secreted from baby’s lung when they’re fully matured that releases into my system and sets off the chemicals in my body to start labour. So if that hasn’t happened yet, clearly baby isn’t ready. (more…)
Here’s what I’ve been wanting to tell you all week: I’M SO OVER IT. Actually, I’m a little annoyed that I’m still pregnant. I don’t know why I figured or even hoped I’d deliver before my due date. 50% of women go over, and of course it is way too much to ask that I be one of the lucky 50% that don’t. So here I am, almost constantly nauseous, extremely tired and in far too much pain than a person should be allowed to stand without permission to take pain medication. HEY BABY! IF YOU NEED MORE ROOM THEN JUST COME OUT, YOU’VE GOT THE WHOLE WORLD TO KICK OUT HERE! Plus, we’d both feel better if your head wasn’t grinding into my pelvis constantly. Do your pain receptors just not work? (more…)
How far along? 39 weeks, I honestly can’t believe this. I can’t stay pregnant forever right? I know I say this all the time, but this felt so impossibly far away for well…my entire pregnancy, including last last week. 40 weeks seems like an eternity, but I’m pretty focused on enjoying every day, because I realize any of them it could be my last. Even though I have no signs that labour is imminent I feel like this is it. These are my last few days. I haven’t made any plans past Tuesday. And Tuesday’s plans include a stretch and sweep, ha!
Items Purchased: I bought a breast pump this week. It was something I went back and forth about for months. I don’t need one. I’m not planning on leaving her. Feeding her is a job I want to do, and I don’t particularly want to share. But this way Shane can feed her, which is something he wants to do, I can go on a date with him and leave her for a few hours. It might make the trip back a lot easier if we don’t have to stop to nurse every two hours. (Though I don’t know if we’ll have introduced the bottle by then, I really have no idea how this will go.) I am dreading using it. I feel like a cow just thinking about it. But I figure it can’t hurt to have, and if I might buy one next time, then I should have just invested this time. Anyway, I bought it used for $75, so it’s not the end of the world.
The other thing we bought this week was a new stroller/car seat combo. Here is how the saga goes: I found a good deal on a great stroller/car seat combo at Target on a Black Friday sale back in November. My mother-in-law graciously offered to pay for it, so we bought it. My mom picked it up across the line in Sumas and brought it home. I set it up about two weeks ago when I got here and loved it! We paid $279 USD (including tax and shipping) for it and $40 in duty to get it home. Fast forward to Wednesday when Shane and I were reading the hospital pamphlet on bring our baby home when we came across a picture of a sticker that our car seat had to have on it. All of the sudden it occurred to both of us that our American-purchased car seat wasn’t going to have a Transport CANADA approved sticker on it. But we couldn’t bring her home without one. And so began the drama. It turns out that if you are caught without an appropriate car seat they can (and will) confiscate the seat and give you a $180 fine.
What really grinds my gears is that bringing the car seat across the boarder and paying DUTY on it, those boarder guards knew what we were doing (even though we didn’t) and didn’t mention that it wasn’t legal to use! So they took our $40 in duty and said nothing. We called Target and they wouldn’t do a thing for us, because it was past the 90 day return policy. We called Graco and were told that it was our fault for not looking at the standards before purchasing. Then we told my mother in law and she proceeded to spend two days talking to Target and Graco on the phone fighting to return it. Target was useless, but Graco did finally agree to take back the stroller/car seat and give us our money back. So Shane and I went to see what our options were for a stroller/car seat in Canada. Turns out that in our price range (not one of those high end expensive strollers) and with our list of requirements (jogging stroller, no hard plastic wheels), there was only this exact car seat/stroller combo, but the certified in Canada version. So we bought the EXACT SAME ONE, but paid $547 CAD with taxes.
Now, since I’ve put together both of these strollers I can tell you that the differences are VERY minimal. The biggest difference is the 5-point harness in the Canadian version versus the 3-point in the American. The cloth that is used in the American version is nicer in my opinion and the Canadian stroller has a button to push before you can use the “one handed folding system”. That is it. Everything else is the exact same. But double the price. Actually double. For the same thing. But yay, we can bring her home. I’m glad that is over, so my blood pressure is back to normal. Except when I think about it, ha!
Workouts: I got a few walks in this week, and even went swimming for half an hour the other day. (Pools during spring break = bad idea.)
Aren’t you so excited to see my first bathroom selfie?? We made it 38 weeks without one, but here we are. Mom is painting a dresser in the living room in front of the mirror I use for pictures and no amount of smiling was going to make up for the mess. Hahaha! To make it even better I’m wearing my pajama bottoms! Pure class until the end. (more…)
How far along? 37 weeks! We made it full term. Any time now, little one, any time. (more…)
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