Well, this is my second weekend in a row collecting urine in a big orange jug for my doctor. They say my proteins are out of whack and now the doc is keeping a close eye on me and Weston. When I say "out of whack" it means a normal urine protein level is between 0-150 and mine registered in at over 1,800. So, yeah!
This is the beginning of Toxemia and usually goes hand in hand with high blood pressure, resulting in the dreaded pregnancy condition known as Preeclampsia. So far, my blood pressure is a little bit higher than normal, but nothing to worry about. It's the kidney/protein thing that has our attention. The only cure is to give birth.
So, the bad news is...I will almost undoubtedly be delivering early (hopefully between week 36 and 37), and I have to visit the doctor twice a week from now on.
The good news is...I will have my baby boy in my arms within a month!!!!
And I can't wait to meet him face to face.
For more information on Preeclampsia, please visit the Preeclampsia Foundation website.
1/31/09
Send Happy Thoughts
We need prayers for baby Weston.
Two ultrasounds have resulted in the diagnosis of clubfoot. This is a small set back when we consider the grand scheme of things that can go wrong with the development of a baby, and I'm thankful he has such a common and treatable malformation. We don't know the severity yet, but it's hard for me to know that he will have to spend the first part of his life in leg braces/casts. His therapy will start within days of his birth and last for months (possibly years), but if all goes well, he won't require any surgeries.
I haven't really shared this information with anyone other than close family until now. But, I feel that prayer and positivity can make a difference. Just keep us in your thoughts, and maybe he'll pop out in March and point his toes and everything will be fine. I can't wait for the day when we buy his first pair of shoes :)
Two ultrasounds have resulted in the diagnosis of clubfoot. This is a small set back when we consider the grand scheme of things that can go wrong with the development of a baby, and I'm thankful he has such a common and treatable malformation. We don't know the severity yet, but it's hard for me to know that he will have to spend the first part of his life in leg braces/casts. His therapy will start within days of his birth and last for months (possibly years), but if all goes well, he won't require any surgeries.
I haven't really shared this information with anyone other than close family until now. But, I feel that prayer and positivity can make a difference. Just keep us in your thoughts, and maybe he'll pop out in March and point his toes and everything will be fine. I can't wait for the day when we buy his first pair of shoes :)
1/8/09
Mmmm Glucola!
Today was Gestational Diabetes test day. I started my morning with 10 fl.oz. of "orange" flavored glucose drink. It's hard to describe the fun that is Glucola - let's just say that I think the first 3 1/2 months of morning sickness must be preparation for controlling that gag reflex in week 28 when you will have to down the glucose drink for breakfast.
So, we get to the doctor's office and wait thirty minutes to have blood drawn. I'm not a fan of seeing my own blood pulled from my body, but I was ready for this. The technician put me at ease when she grabbed my arm and exclaimed, "Oh - you have great veins. You're going to be my easiest patient all day!" My arm was perfectly straight, I was gripping the squeezy thing as hard as I could, and my head was turned sharply to the left to avoid the sight of my own blood. Just a little pinch. Waiting, waiting, waiting. And she says, "You must have wiggled." Ladies and gentlemen - I DID NOT WIGGLE. She then proceeds to manually move my vein around in an attempt to hit it with the needle stuck in my arm. I can feel the color draining from my face. She calls for another Nurse to "come take a look". Nurse No. 2 sees my pale and clammy complexion and immediately has me put my head between legs - HA! I can't reach my feet to put my own shoes on and she wants me to put my head between my legs? Where's the hidden camera? After all this, Nurse No. 2 is successful in drawing my blood only after a second failed attempt and then the realization that I didn't wiggle - it was a defective tube in the kit they were using. Told you it wasn't me.
Now that I have my cotton-wad badge of courage tapped to to my inner arm - I am led to the exam room where Nurse No. 2 clues me in to the surprise that is my RhoGAM shot. And just where does she plan on administering this shot? Well, it ain't my arm! All I have to say is that RhoGAM shots burn - and for the second time I'm feeling the color fade from my face. How am I going handle labor? Shots in the bum are nothing.
Final report of the day:
I survived the doctor visit. My measurements are exactly where they should be. And Weston's heartbeat is loud, clear, and right on track. Appointments are now every two weeks. It's getting real!
So, we get to the doctor's office and wait thirty minutes to have blood drawn. I'm not a fan of seeing my own blood pulled from my body, but I was ready for this. The technician put me at ease when she grabbed my arm and exclaimed, "Oh - you have great veins. You're going to be my easiest patient all day!" My arm was perfectly straight, I was gripping the squeezy thing as hard as I could, and my head was turned sharply to the left to avoid the sight of my own blood. Just a little pinch. Waiting, waiting, waiting. And she says, "You must have wiggled." Ladies and gentlemen - I DID NOT WIGGLE. She then proceeds to manually move my vein around in an attempt to hit it with the needle stuck in my arm. I can feel the color draining from my face. She calls for another Nurse to "come take a look". Nurse No. 2 sees my pale and clammy complexion and immediately has me put my head between legs - HA! I can't reach my feet to put my own shoes on and she wants me to put my head between my legs? Where's the hidden camera? After all this, Nurse No. 2 is successful in drawing my blood only after a second failed attempt and then the realization that I didn't wiggle - it was a defective tube in the kit they were using. Told you it wasn't me.
Now that I have my cotton-wad badge of courage tapped to to my inner arm - I am led to the exam room where Nurse No. 2 clues me in to the surprise that is my RhoGAM shot. And just where does she plan on administering this shot? Well, it ain't my arm! All I have to say is that RhoGAM shots burn - and for the second time I'm feeling the color fade from my face. How am I going handle labor? Shots in the bum are nothing.
Final report of the day:
I survived the doctor visit. My measurements are exactly where they should be. And Weston's heartbeat is loud, clear, and right on track. Appointments are now every two weeks. It's getting real!
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