So, I don't think I've even done a post about being pregnant. Now I am less than 3 weeks from my due date. I don't want poor little Kellen to feel neglected. I mean, really, he's been with me for 9 months and I've not said a word about him.
This pregnancy has been pretty good overall. I always have my typical morning sickness that is gone by the second trimester, thankfully. I know others are not so lucky. Even though it is only a few months it is always a little bit of a downer. My cousin Katie is pregnant and our due dates are days apart. We've talked about how, towards the end of being sick, you start to feel a little depressed. Just waking up not looking forward to a day full of sickness and kids to take care of. It's hard when you can't just lay around. It was nice having Katie to vent to because she was right there with me. I am sure our husbands appreciated that. As much as they try to be understanding I am sure it gets a little old listening to your wife complain....again and again.
It's been great having my cousin to sit with and have weekly chats about the ups and downs of pregnancy. I feel lucky to have her close by. :)
Most of the pregnancy has been typical. Just the regular doctors visits, etc.
There have been a few scares that, luckily, have turned out to be nothing to worry about. A month or two ago I was just at a routine visit. The OB decided to use the ultrasound machine to check Kellen's heartbeat. We happened to be in one of the rooms with an ultrasound machine. The heartbeat was good, the doctor said that right off. Then he just quietly looked at the heart for a few minutes. I remember saying, "Is everything all right?" He said it was, than kept looking. Then he said, with a puzzled look on his, "This part(can't remember which part) of his heart looks a little dilated to me. It could be nothing but I want you to have it checked out." Surprisingly I felt calmer than what I would have expected. Typically, for me, I would have felt some anxiety and maybe a few tears of worry but I didn't. He referred me to a pediatric cardiologist so we could get a more detailed ultrasound of his heart with equipment made for that. Although I felt calm I still felt like I just wanted to get into the specialist and see what was going on, if anything.
A week or so later we went to the pediatric cardiologist. I remember feeling surprisingly calm despite the possibility of a problem. Everything went well and the detailed look at his heart showed no problems. His heart was perfectly developed and healthy. It was a nice relief to know that his heart is strong, hopefully in more ways than one. :) I know that the calm feeling throughout all of this was the spirit telling me not to worry, things would work out and be okay. I am so grateful for that. I know I would have been a wreak otherwise. I tend to stress about pretty much everything....ask my husband.
I have to say as much as going to the doctor so often when your pregnant can be a pain I am grateful for it. So many problems can be caught and taken care of that you otherwise wouldn't know about. A blessing of living in the modern days.
Another scare happened about a week ago. I woke up in the middle of the night with some dull back pain that just wouldn't quit. I couldn't sleep so I went back and forth between trying to lay down, to sitting on the couch, to walking around for several hours. It felt like an eternity. I knew it wasn't labor because the pain was constant and didn't feel like contractions. After a few eternal hours the pain went from a dull annoying pain to sharp pains that literally brought me to my knees. I hobbled into the bedroom, hunched over like a 100 year old lady. Through labored, painful breathing I said to Tyson, "We have to go to hospital NOW! It hurts, it hurts. We need to hurry!" We quickly dragged the boys out of bed and put them in their coats and slippers. They sat there half asleep while Tyson turned the car on and I hunched around breathing like I was in the worst part of labor, trying to stay calm for them. By this time it was 3:30am. We got to the hospital, I threw up, they put me on morphine and then all was right with the world. ;)
Tyson and the boys went home while I feel in and out of a drug induced sleep. I guess the bright side of it was I was getting some much needed sleep. They did an ultrasound and could see my kidney was dilated. They thought it could be a kidney stone or the babies weight causing the blockage. Anyways, after about 2 days I went home and I've been fine, luckily.
Now we are just waiting for little Kellen to make his arrival in the next week or two. I've been nesting like crazy so a lot has gotten done and organized. Thank goodness for that last surge of wind in my sails. We are so excited to add him to our family full of boys! Bring on the raucous and craziness that boys bring. What's one more added to the fun. :)
Kellen we are excited to finally meet you in person. Your brothers already love you and are anxious for your arrival. Ian is always patting and kissing my belly. I think he will make a great big brother for you. See you soon. :)
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