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28 Weeks

I took pictures of my 24th week, but never got around to posting them (thanks, norovirus). With the hospital stay during my 25th week, the subsequent recovery during my 26th week, and then trying to get my life back together last week, I didn't have much time to take pictures. However, I'm feeling human again, so it's time to get back into the swing of things...and that includes my weekly updates!

How far along? 28 weeks and 2 days
Total weight gain:  14 pounds.
Maternity clothes: It depends. I love my maternity pants and shorts, but I can still fit in any of my pants or skirts that have drawstrings or elastic waists. My empire waist pre-pregnancy dresses are still in heavy rotation. As for tops, I have no chose but to wear my maternity shirts because my regular tops (even the stretchy ones) aren't long enough to fit over this belly!
Sleep: It's odd--I actually feel peppier now than before I went into the hospital. So far, the third trimester is treating me well, and I no longer have to take a nap every single day.
Best moment this week: Making some serious progress on the nursery. More to come on that as we really finish up.
Miss anything? Cold sub sandwiches, buying cute new shorts for spring (the maternity shorts are just sooo boring), and having a wide range of movement. I also miss being able to buckle my sandals--Landon has to do it for me, and I feel like a three-year-old!
Movement:  Definitely, though it's changed over the last week or so. She used to give me these little jabs and punches, and I couldn't feel her moving from place to place. Now, I can feel as she slides up and down, and the kicks and punches are getting much more substantial. When she's really going, I can watch her move my stomach from side to side, which is a little unnerving.
Food cravings:  After being sick with the stomach flu and being nauseous during the recovery period, any food looks good to me right now.
Anything making you queasy or sick?  Heartburn has replaced the queasiness, so I have to take my Tums and/or Pepcid to be able to enjoy spicy foods, chocolate, tomato-based dishes, and citrus.
Gender: Girl! Her name is Britton.
Labor signs: I had a few Braxton-Hicks contractions in the hospital due to the dehydration, but other than that, no labor signs. Hopefully, Britton is happy in there and will cook for at least another ten or so weeks.

Symptoms: Heartburn, big belly, the beginnings of the pregnancy waddle
Belly button in or out? Just barely in. It looks so weird right now that the doctor in the emergency room asked me if the nurse had done some sort of procedure on it. Nope, I'm just pregnant with an indecisive belly button.
Wedding rings on or off? On. Luckily, I haven't had any issues with pregnancy swelling yet.
Happy or moody most of the time:  Happy, definitely. I feel like my moods have really evened out lately, which we're all happy about.
Looking forward to: My baby shower in April. My mom and sister found invites that match Britton's bedding, and I found a beautiful new dress to wear. So excited!

My Unexpected Tour of the Maternity Ward, Part II

Check out Part I here.

After being violently ill with a horrible stomach bug for over twelve hours and being admitted to the hospital for a day, I thought I was on my way to recovery. I'd been given massive amounts of fluids to re-hydrate me after my bout with norovirus, but my journey to wellness was nowhere in sight.

All of those fluids caused my electrolytes to get out of whack, which meant that early, early on Friday morning, my blood pressure bottomed out around 80/30. I don't remember much about that part of my hospital stay, other than I have never felt so cold, and that I was shaking so badly that I couldn't hold onto anything. 

Friday morning is mostly lost to me, which is probably a good thing based on what my husband and family have told me. The doctors and nurses were worried about Britton, but she was a champ throughout the entire process, and never showed any issues with her heart rate or fetal movement.

In an effort to get my blood pressure back up, and my electrolytes stable, I was started on magnesium and potassium drips. Those things HURT so badly going into my IV--I felt as if my entire arm was on fire. The nurses had to cut the drip dosage way down because I was in so much pain. The infusions lasted hours and hours, but I didn't care as long as my arm wasn't burning. 

Then, Saturday night, I began to get super uncomfortable--not because I was tired of being in bed, or because of the IV, but because I felt like I couldn't breathe as easily and I was having trouble moving around. My mom kept saying that I looked as if I were already full term suddenly. We figured it was because I'd lost weight throughout the entire ordeal and that my stomach looked larger as a result. Sleeping that last night in the hospital was horrid because I couldn't get comfortable and I felt so big. 

I was so happy to go home Saturday afternoon after over fifty hours in the hospital. The first thing I did when I went home was to weigh since all of the staff told me not to be alarmed if I'd lost weight. 

In reality, I had gained ten pounds since I'd last weighed on Monday. All of those electrolytes had built up in my system and caused my blood pressure to stabilize, but they hadn't gone away like they were supposed to. And the worse thing was that I continued to retain fluids that Saturday night. I cried and cried because I couldn't get comfortable no matter what I did, and all I wanted to do at that point was go to sleep in my own bed. That wasn't happening because I could hardly breathe when I laid down, so I dozed on and off sitting straight up in our papasan chair. 

It also scared me because I could barely feel Britton under all of that weight, and I didn't want something to happen to either of us this late in the game, especially considering everything else we'd been though. 

As of this morning, all of the weight is gone, and I'm definitely on the mend. I saw the doctor yesterday, and she reconfirmed that Britton and I are progressing well after our ordeal. I'm cleared for work again on Friday, and I'm excited to rejoin the land of the living as I get my strength back.

Here's to hoping that all of you stay healthy! 

My Unexpected Tour of the Maternity Ward, Part I

I've been AWOL around here lately. We're starting our fourth quarter at school, I'm trying to get motivated to finish all of the things I need to do before the baby arrives, and life just wears me out these days.

I felt bad about letting my blog languish. I'd even gotten Landon to take my pictures so I could do another weekly pregnancy update (which clearly shows my commitment to the cause).

But then last Wednesday happened. I got up, went to school and taught as usual. I was a little tired when I got home, so I laid down for about an hour before Landon got off work. He'd gotten some great news at work, so we got ready and ate at our favorite local Italian place. After dinner, we went shopping for a few things, came back to the house, and had a quiet evening.

About 8 o'clock on Wednesday, I told Landon that I didn't feel well, and that I was going to bed early. As soon as I changed into my pajamas, my stomach started cramping horribly, and just as suddenly, I had to throw up. I'm seriously allergic to shellfish, and for a moment, I wondered if I had somehow accidentally gotten some shrimp or crab in my pasta dish from that night.

But usually, when I get allergy-related food poisoning, I barf and immediately feel better. This stomach thing was brutal. For the next six hours, I continued to be violently sick, with increasingly short intervals between each bout. At 2 AM on Thursday morning, I was so exhausted I could hardly see straight, and Landon insisted that we go to the emergency room.

I figured we'd go, get some fluids pumped into me, and get sent home. Oh, how wrong I was. The ER doctor took one look at my pregnant self and immediately recommended that I be admitted to the hospital because I'd gotten ahold of the superbug norovirus that's going around. By 5:30 Thursday morning, I'd been hooked up to an IV and had been wheeled on a gurney up to labor and delivery so that the maternity ward nurses could keep a better watch on me.

When someone who's pregnant gets that dehydrated, there's always the chance of pre-term labor, and my doctor didn't want any part of that, so I was given fluids. LOTS and LOTS of fluids.

The good news? I was working on being re-hydrated.

The bad news? I had no clue what was coming.

Check out part II tomorrow...