I have been on a blogging sabbatical not quite on purpose. These last few weeks have been a whirlwind. First BlogHer '11 and then a family trip to Vermont with the in-laws. Both trips were fun but there was no rest involved. I/we went nonstop for both trips and I ended up with a very angry body. I learned that if your feet start to swell and your back starts to hurt that it means SLOW DOWN your pregnant self.
I have plenty to blog about and I promise I will. Starting tomorrow. I still have more BlogHer '11 to tell you about. Plus we just took the trip to VT and I took a ton of pictures! Even a really cute belly picture that a few of you have been asking about along with 32 week pregnancy details. HELLO, there is another baby coming out of me in eight weeks! And my, my how Teagan has grown! I think she added a few inches while I was gone and while we were in VT! It wasn't just inches she added either! The vocabulary she has developed has been incredible. I will leave you with this teaser: "Ice ice baby".
Showing posts with label over doing it. Show all posts
Showing posts with label over doing it. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Figuring out that I´m pregnant.
There was so much to see and do and experience at BlogHer11. At home there is always something to be done. Change diapers, give baths, work, fix dinner, occasionally get a shower in. My body hasn´t really had time to figure out that it´s pregnant. Until this weekend when it couldn´t take it anymore. My body decided to remind me just how pregnant I am. My body reminded me, at BlogHer11, that in about 10 weeks a baby is coming out of my body. I learned my lesson the hard way. A few times.
Saturday I did a lot of walking and rushing and didn´t get a lot of sleep the night before. I also was not drinking enough water so my body was a little dehydrated. I started cramping, getting short of breath and my heart started racing. I headed toward the medic to get my blood pressure checked. Luckily it was fine, barely high, but he told me I was over doing it and needed to sit down and take it easy. So, I did, for a little while. There were sessions to go to and people to meet and see. I rested long enough to be okay for a little while. By the end of the night I was having small contractions. I called Josh, called the nurse and she told me to go to bed and call if they got worse in the hour. All was well after I laid down. I knew I had over done it.
Sunday was a different story. I had no choice but to run around like a chicken with it´s head cut off. I had to wait forever in line to check in at the airport, the guy tried to send me to flippin´ Washington instead of Charlotte and I literally had to run to my gate. RUN. At 30 weeks pregnant. Carrying 3 bags loaded down with goodies. That meant no breakfast and a 3 hour flight. I tried to find one of those little carts to take me but nobody seemed to be manning their´s. There were just a lot sitting around unmanned. I started having small contractions that finally went away after boarding the plane. Then the plane landed late and I had to run across the Houston airport and take the tram to get to my plane on time. Luckily I had time to grab a sandwich and some juice but that didn´t stop the contractions from starting over again. Thankfully they subsided once I was able to get on the plane. But by then I was completely uncomfortable. My hips and butt and legs were hurting and so sore and there was no moving around or getting comfortable. The flight home was pretty much miserable.
This last week was a not so gentle reminder that I am very much pregnant. That I need to slow down. That it is okay to take a break once in a while. That there are people around me who will help when I am trying to do it all. That I need to let myself ask for that help. And that Baby Bear will be here in less then 10 weeks. Holy flippin' cow.
Saturday I did a lot of walking and rushing and didn´t get a lot of sleep the night before. I also was not drinking enough water so my body was a little dehydrated. I started cramping, getting short of breath and my heart started racing. I headed toward the medic to get my blood pressure checked. Luckily it was fine, barely high, but he told me I was over doing it and needed to sit down and take it easy. So, I did, for a little while. There were sessions to go to and people to meet and see. I rested long enough to be okay for a little while. By the end of the night I was having small contractions. I called Josh, called the nurse and she told me to go to bed and call if they got worse in the hour. All was well after I laid down. I knew I had over done it.
Sunday was a different story. I had no choice but to run around like a chicken with it´s head cut off. I had to wait forever in line to check in at the airport, the guy tried to send me to flippin´ Washington instead of Charlotte and I literally had to run to my gate. RUN. At 30 weeks pregnant. Carrying 3 bags loaded down with goodies. That meant no breakfast and a 3 hour flight. I tried to find one of those little carts to take me but nobody seemed to be manning their´s. There were just a lot sitting around unmanned. I started having small contractions that finally went away after boarding the plane. Then the plane landed late and I had to run across the Houston airport and take the tram to get to my plane on time. Luckily I had time to grab a sandwich and some juice but that didn´t stop the contractions from starting over again. Thankfully they subsided once I was able to get on the plane. But by then I was completely uncomfortable. My hips and butt and legs were hurting and so sore and there was no moving around or getting comfortable. The flight home was pretty much miserable.
This last week was a not so gentle reminder that I am very much pregnant. That I need to slow down. That it is okay to take a break once in a while. That there are people around me who will help when I am trying to do it all. That I need to let myself ask for that help. And that Baby Bear will be here in less then 10 weeks. Holy flippin' cow.
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