33 weeks

Excuse my fake smile, but Joe took this picture last night, and I had just worked 3 12hr shifts in a row...on terbutaline might I add. Not easy, but I made it! You can ask my co-workers....I wouldn't really say I "worked" but ,whatever, I was there. Maybe not mentally, but my big ole' body was there! Maybe I will post a bare belly shot soon, because this picture doesn't nearly show how huge my belly is. Joe didn't do a good job last night, so I'll take another one soon!

So I got to spend last Sunday night in L&D once again, but this time I was having contractions 2-4 minutes apart...SO I got more terbutaline (3 times this go around) and some IV fluids to stop these things. They are no joke. They waited until my doctor got there to d/c me, and I asked him WHY in the world my body does this. I did the same exact thing with Mr. Trevor at the same exact week in my pregnancy. I think after 31-32 weeks my body just says "okay, I'm done....get baby out now!" Poor baby Andrew is getting squeezed to death in there, but he looks great, and seems to be tolerating all of this pretty good. When my uterus is not squashing him, he's doing gymnastics in there...or karate...or whatever. He's beating the crap out of me!

So for the past few days I've pretty much been popping pills around the clock. I don't know how anyone takes terbutaline....I guess I'm sensitive to it, but it makes me feel like absolute CRAP. I am a nervous wreck on it, and I can't breathe or think right. And it's actually a drug that you give asthmatics or "COPDers", but it makes my heart beat so stinkin' fast, I have to breathe fast to keep up with it! I'm worn out! But....the most important thing is knowing that this is worth EVERY second for a healthy little angel. I don't care what it takes to keep this little man in a few more weeks, I'm gonna do it.

And yes, my father will be so proud....I cut my hours at work almost in half starting next work week. It's time. I'm tired, and I need to rest....I know when to say when.

Getting Ready for Brother....

The other night, I walked into my room, and this is what I found. He found this little guy in his closet (it was on his wreath when I was in the hospital with him), and he has pretty much been obsessed with him....not in a girly way, but he looks out for him. He brings him to me all the time with his little blue diaper off, letting me know that "baby stinks doo doo balls". I just smile and say, "well, okay....let's get him cleaned up for Heaven's sake!" I think someone is gonna really be looking out for baby Andrew....maybe a little too much...but we'll see! We've been practicing being soft and gentle with this little man, so maybe brother won't suffer any skull fractures!!

I went for my 32 week check up today, and everything is okay....just getting bigger by the second it seems. Dr. Goolsby asked me if he needed to write me a prescription for Terbutaline that I could take at home for contractions, and I declined...I would rather have contractions that take that mess....it is the most aweful drug on this earth. He also asked me if I was still working, and I told him how I get more rest at work that I do at home....so there was no talking about cutting my hours back. Literally, I am more rested when I am at work than I am at home chasing Trevor. I know that sounds aweful, but it's true at this point. I am getting too big and out of breath to chase his fast little self!! One good thing about today's visit....I did not have to get "checked"....yesssss! I quickly expressed to him how much I loved that decision! SO....another 2 weeks, and I'll head on back, and I'll be 34 weeks...I can't believe it! AND I'm still working....whooo hoooo! I will not go down without kicking and screaming this time!

This is What Happens....

"Trevor, bend over and let Mommy take a picture of your butt-butt"
"See Mommy?"

Notice anything wrong with this picture?...besides the chocolate stains on Mr. man's mouth?....This is what happens when a 22 year old male with no experience in diaper changing changes your kiddo's diaper... aka "Jakes". I just had to take a picture, I was laughing so hard despite feeling like I had been hit by a Mack truck.

That's right...I spoke too soon in the last post. I swore I wouldn't go to the hospital until I was in labor, but I started feeling pretty weird last night before I left work. Besides the fact that I was light-headed, every time I would have a contraction, I would feel alot of pressure in my chest and it was hard to breath. I've felt like that before, but it's been happening too regularly for my comfort. I mean, I can deal with it and all....I like to think that I'm pretty tough and all, but it's not about me. I am carrying another life inside of me, and if something went wrong because of my stubborn-ness, I would never forgive myself....

So I had them page the on-call doctor (who wasn't Dr. Goolsby), just to discuss the issue...so I thought. He said that sometimes it's normal to feel that way, alot of people do....but he was concerned about the contractions when I told him how frequently they were occurring (not really something I was concerned about because, hey...it's just something I've gotten used to). SO....since I was a few blocks away, he had me come into L&D and be monitored.

Baby Andrew looked fabulous, and was having a good time in there, so that was a relief. "Can I go now?" I wanted to say. The nurse gave me a shot of Terbutaline (medicine to stop contractions and uterine irritability) pretty much as soon as she strapped the monitors on me....yuck...I HATE terb...I had it with Trevor, and it is the most aweful medicine in the world. Great medicine, but mean side affects, literally. I become this mean, flushed women when it gets in my system. Not to mention, the shortness of breath was worse now, because my heart rate was about 200...just kidding, but higher than normal. They watched me for about an hour, and then another shot of Terb....ughhhh! Then some more monitoring. Oh yes....forgot to mention that they also checked me out downstairs....that checked out okay. NOT a big fan of getting "checked" but who really is? That is NOT the reason I called the doctor....didn't want my "hoo ha" looked at....just tell me my baby looks fabulous, and I'll be on my way now! But I know that's part of it....

I finally got home around 10 or so last night, I don't really recall the exact time, I just felt like my legs were noodles, and my heart was gonna beat out of my chest. I'm just gonna try to take it easy these next few days, but that's not really realistic with a 2 year old, now is it?

Of course I got a lecture from my dad about working 12 hr shifts and all with some cursing mixed in there....those of you who know my daddy know that he curses like a sailor, but doesn't really mean anything by it! I told him I wasn't cutting back on my hours yet....with a few choice words thrown in there as well. He proceeded to inform me that I wasn't too old to still get my "ass whooped by an old man". Then I just started dying laughing and couldn't argue with him anymore! I told him he had to catch me first...(which wouldn't be hard) He's so funny, but he worries to death about his baby girl.

I will try my best to stay updated with some pictures this week, since I've been such a bad slacker in the blogging world. I hope everyone has a fabulous weekend!

My Boys....

I did runn across one cute picture that I took on the 4th of July of my boys! Aren't they cute? Wonder where Trev gets those quinty little eyes from?

Update

Well, everyone is asking me to update, so here goes....I haven't updated in forever because I really don't have any great pictures to post. We had a ball at the river on the 4th of July...but guess what? I was nervous wreck around all of that water with tons of children around, so naturally I didn't have time to break out the camera!!

I think I told everyone that I have started going to the doctor every 2 weeks now. Last week's appointment was better...I only gained 1/2 pound in 2 weeks this time. I guess Mr. Andrew decided to have himself a large growth spurt last month! Oh, and yes, we've decided on the name Andrew, but still unsure of the middle name. More than likely it will be Andrew Jacob Cox, but still not 100% sure. It's so funny how with your first pregnancy, everything has to be just "so", or it did with me, and after the first you just kinda go with the flow!!

Contractions are here, as they were this time with Trevor, and they are a pain in the butt! I left work the other day because I was just so tired and I was hurting so bad. I absolutely refuse to go to the hospital this time, because now I know that they won't do anything but monitor me and put me on that medicine that I call "the Devil" aka Terbutaline. Not going there this time. Nope. Hopefully not coming out of work at 33 weeks preggo this time either!! Did I mention that I am Dr. Goolsby's most stubborn pt?

Any way, I will try to be better this next off week about taking pictures and updating! Until then!