It's been just over a year since I last blogged, and we've had quite the eventful year. (Sorry, most of our pics are on our other computer or on the memory card still so these will have to do for now.) To start off, last February I began training with my awesome running buddy, Ann Michelle for the half marathon in SLC. Those who know me well, know that running is a passion of mine. We would run at 5 in the A.M. and in -9 degree weather. Crazy?? Yes, we are. I loved it though. There is such a constant feeling of accomplishment when you are keeping yourself in such good shape. I miss it... :( Due to an unplanned surgery for Ann Michelle, we decided that instead of running the half in SLC in April, we'd do the Rexburg Teton Dam one in June. Plus, that gave us a couple extra months to train is semi decent weather. When racing day finally came, I felt GREAT! I felt that we had done our training and I was ready. I'd ate exactly what I should have ate leading up to this and I was pumped. I cruised through the first four miles and then I started to have a sharp pain under my foot. I ignored it as much as possible. Then on mile 6 it really started to get to me, so I started running on my toes on that leg to compensate for the pain. It was Awful!! Eventually, I even took off my shoe three times and rubbed my ankle and foot to try to fix the problem. Nothing helped. I ran/limped my way across the finish line at 2 hours and 33 min. Which is still pretty decent for 13.2 miles. Turns out I'd given myself a stress fracture. With all the crazy hills on the course. Grrrr.... I WILL do another one. Cuz to train for that long and that hard only to have something like your foot fall apart at the end is very frustrating.
In the midst of all this, Pete my awesome, hubby who can put anything together (except plumbing ;) Managed to install our fence, put in our sprinkler system, and get our yard in. Someday, I'll post pics of all these.
Right at that time, is when Pete and I had decided that we were going to start trying for our third baby. We had picked this time to start three years before since our two girls were so close in age and we wanted a long break. We got prego right off the bat. I was pretty sick in the beginning. But, truth be told, this has been my hardest pregnancy yet. I thought for sure that because of how in shape I was when I got prego, that my body would handle this one the best. I was wrong. From grindy hips, to constant nausea and heartburn and low energy this is definitely the hardest.
Since we had baby coming in March, Pete's next project was finishing a room in the basement so we could move the office downstairs and turn office into baby's room. He started in Oct. and he finished it completely in January. Once, again he did an amazing job. For someone who doesn't know exactly what he was doing when he started. I'm really proud of him and his ability to figure these kinds of things out.
Leaving out a few minor things, that brings me to the now-a-days. I'm 38 weeks prego and we've had some minor complications lately. Two weeks ago at my regular Dr's visit. The fundal height was measuring me at 34 weeks instead of 36. So, my Dr. Scheduled an ultrasound to check things out for the next week. When we had that ultrasound we found that there were a couple of pools of blood (venous lakes) behind the placenta. Which can be totally normal in
this stage. Pretty much it means that my placenta is worn out and ready for me to be done. But that added with the fact that her lil body in there was measuring two weeks too small while her head was measuring about where it needs to be was another raise for concern. We did a NST at the Dr's and she didn't do so well. So, Pete and I had to go to the hospital and have them monitor me for over an hour. It was really scary, cuz the Dr. had made it sound like we would probably be having her that night. I never go early. I know that my baby's like coming around their due date and are still 6.5-7 pounders. But at the NST at the hospital, she did really well. So, we were able to go home.The next day I was at the hospital cuz my sis was having her baby. I know one of the lead nurses of labor and delivery. So, I was explaining to her the situation. She wanted to hook me up to a monitor. So, I let her cuz hearing the heartbeat is always reassuring. She called my Dr. and he was all set that I was getting induced that night. They even started getting a room ready for me. I was alone, cuz Pete was at work and I felt so overwhelmed. I had to tell the nurses that I didn't feel that it was necessary. And I don't know if you've ever had to go against a Dr. or a nurse, but it's very scary. They make it sound like you're making a huge mistake. But being hooked up to the monitor, I could see that her heart was doing exactly like it's supposed. And she was very active. All really good signs. Not to mention, gut instinct told me that she's not ready. So, I went home.
I have to have NST's done every Monday and Thursday and ultrasounds on Thursdays to make sure that my placenta isn't failing and she's still growing well. I go in today, and I have a feeling that the Dr. is going to try to tell me to induce, and I'm going to have to be a stubborn patient and say "No" again.
Going into this pregnancy, there were certain things that I knew I wanted. I knew that I didn't want to be induced as long as baby was doing ok. And she's still moving all over and that last couple of NST's have been really good. We had an ultrasound yesterday and she isn't in distress and she got an 8/8 score on all her stuff. We will continue to monitor her closely, but a part of me wonders if maybe she's just going to be a small baby. I know that she'll be here when it's time.
So, that's our year in a nutshell! Maybe, I'll try to be better about blogging. Maybe...;)
