Seriously though the tubal hurts worse than the tearing of the va-ja-ja. Reason being is all the air that they had to pump into my tummy so they could see in there. I don’t know why air hurts so badly but it does. I don’t have any regrets of getting it done. It feel some what like a relief. No more worrying, no more popping pills, or whatever. It is just one less stress that I have to deal with. Hubby on the other hand, although he is/wants to get a vasectomy, still wants a little girl. Hubby had 4 chances to make a girl and all came out boys so I doubt a girl is in the future unless we choose to adopt. I just know that I made the decision because I feel that my body and va-ja-ja couldn’t handle having anymore kids. To the people who want and can have more than 2 kids, more power to ya, it just isn’t for me.

I’ve known that this was going to be my last pregnancy from the beginning that is why I took the extra time to treasure all of the small moments. And if ever I want to remember what my body looked like I can always look back at my belly cast hanging in my babies room. I know that the upcoming years with the bean, especially in his baby days are going to be bittersweet. I will treasure each day more so than the last. Document all that I can, and try not to take anything for granted. They are only little babies for so long.

Oh and for the record from now on all baby and pnut related stories will be written over at a new blog entitled: Kidlets. Make a bookmark of it. This blog will no longer be update but will still remain on the net for future references. See you all over at Kidlets, let the mothering of 2 boys begin!

The following is how my day of induction went:

1:00 am: go to bed, sleep 3 hrs.
4:00 am: wake up, take shower, do full [rolled]hair/make-up
5:00 am: wake up pnut and hubby. Make pnut oatmeal, get him dressed
5:45 am: out the door on the way to the hospital
6:00 am: arrival at the hospital. Another lady already in labor, had to wait in room until she delivered.
8:30 am: Get a delivery room
8:40 am: First failed IV. Vein collapsed. Left hand.
9:00 am: Second IV. Success. Different Nurse. Fluids started.
9:30 am: 3 cm dialated. Pitocin started.
10:00 am: 4 cm dialated. See doctor for first time. Water broken.
10:53 am: 5 cm dialated. Pee tube inserted. Felt it, wasn’t fun. Asked for an epidural.
11:00 am: epidural.
11:25 am: 6.5 cm dialated
11:40 am: 8 cm dialated
12:40 pm: 9-10 cm dialated
1:25 pm: IT’S A GO!!!! Time to start pushing.
2:09 pm: Delivered 8 lbs. 1 oz healthy baby boy, sunnyside up [face upwards instead of down], 21 3/4 inches long. Head full of hair. Immediate nickname thought of was: squishy. Bean pee’d on doctor.
5:00 pm: first feeding
6:30 pm: pass meconium, blew it up. daddy changed pamper. wasn’t finished, pooped again, daddy panicks, calls nurse, bean pee’s on floor.
8:00 pm: daddy and pnut go home to sleep. bean goes to nursery to be fed at 9pm. I get some sleep.
12:00 midnight: not allowed to eat or drink anything else. time to go to bed to get ready for surgery tomorrow.

The story:
I was extremely anxious about the following day. I made sure that I had everything exactly perfect for the arrival of the bean before I even thought of going to sleep. I picked the perfect outfits, which happened to have rubber ducks on them. I finished stamping the curtains and hung them up. Vacuumed his room and double checked all of our hospital bags. By the time I got finished doing on the necessities it was 1 in the morning. I had to be at the hospital by 6 am so I decided to get some shut eye.
At 4 am I awake and immediately take my shower. I put on my face and roll my hair in hot rollers. Today is going to be glamorous for the most part, that is until the pushing part starts. I get the pnut ready and the car loaded, we are out the door.

Upon arrival at the hospital, the staff had all of my paper work already printed and waiting for me to sign. They said that they were waiting for me upstairs. So up to the third floor I went. Labor and Delivery was pretty calm at 6 in the morning. When I met my nurse she informed me that someone was coming in and that she was in active labor. They told me that I had to wait before they would induce me. They put me in my main room and I waited approximately 2 hours. At 8:30am it was time to get the show on the road. They placed me in a small delivery room and started preparing me to be induced. The first IV was not fun. The lady made my vein collapse. I’ve never had a vein collapse, it was weird. I didn’t feel the pain of a collapse vein until the following morning. So in walks nurse #2. She goes to my other arm and is on the hunt for the “perfect vein”. She finds one and starts sticking. She did a pretty good job as the needle only hurt for a little bit. The nurse then told me that I probably wouldn’t need a lot of petocin since I was already having some contractions and was dialated 3 cm. The doctor then came in and broke my water. I swear he was in there for a really long time like he was looking for my tonsils or something. Anyways, the water breaks and all that lovely goo comes a rushing out. Now the fun really begins. Contractions start to get a lot stronger. I held out as long as I could but around 5 cm. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I quickly asked for an epidural. And what seemed to be like forever and a day was me waiting on the guy to come and give it to me. He just felt like taking his sweet time meanwhile I was in pain. I’m sure a couple of curse words would have been used had he not gotten there when he did.

So now that the “pain be gone” man has finally showed up it is time to get my epidural. With the pnut I was in so much pain that I couldn’t feel the epidural at all. This epidural though, definately wasn’t the case. I could feel it all. The needle, the air space that he puts in your back, the medicine going to my back, the whole 9. It wasn’t pleasant let me tell you and I made sure that hubby got it on video so I could see what was really going on and not what people were just telling me.

So once I got the epidural it took a couple of doses for it to start working. But once it did it was on like popcorn. I took a nap while I continued to dialate. It only took me a couple of hours to go from 5 to 10 cm. She let me sit at 10 cm until I felt the need to push. I was so doped up on my epidural that I never had the “need” to push nothing. So finally she made me start to push. With pnut it didn’t seem as if it was that hard to push. But with the bean it was extremely hard to get a good push in. She said that it was hard to get him past my pelvic bone. With each push he would just about make it and then slide back. Finally though I got him past the bone. The called the doctor and he got there for my last couple of pushes. The funny thing was that people were going in and out of my room as if I didn’t have my legs up to my ears, spread eagle. They just walked in and out as if there was an exposed va-ja-ja on the table. LOL. I was so doped up on drugs at this point that I didn’t really care. The whole time I was pushing though I kept saying “I’m going to Poop on the table”. “No you aren’t” they would reply or say something nice like “Well you won’t be the first”. I didn’t want to poop on the table just because (1) that is so gross (2) hello, extremely embarrassing and (3) hubby is filming this and he will never let me live it down. The whole time I was pushing I kept saying to myself, “Don’t poop, don’t poop”. I felt like I was going to, I’m not going to lie. I even passed gas a couple of times, sorry nurses, but thank goodness that I didn’t poo on the table. Hubby was worried about me peeing everywhere. With pnut everytime I pushed I would pee because they forgot to drain my bladder so this time hubby made sure they used a pee-tube….ha ha ha.

So the doc is prepped and ready to bring the bean into the world. I was expecting him to cut me just a little because that is what they did with my first pregnancy. I suppose they just don’t believe me when I say that my husband makes HUGE big headed kids. So when the bean came out he ripped me from one end to the other. A nasty, zig-zagged tear. A first-degree to be exact. He then suctioned the babies nose and while he was doing that the bean pee’d everywhere, I think he liked to have gotten the doc in the face. Then the doctor placed him on my stomach. And I just turned my head. LOL. I forgot to tell the doc that I didn’t like the baby to be on my stomach all gross and covered in goey inside stuff. The nurse kept saying, that is your baby don’t you want to touch it. I was all like, uh no he is yucky. She’s like touch his head. I was like…”No he is yucky”. The whole time my hubby is laughing because he knew I didn’t want to touch the goo. Then the doctor asked hubby if he wanted to cut the cord. I think this is the first cord that hubby had cut out of all 4 kids. That was pretty neat. Once the cord was cut they took the baby off of my stomach, finally, and went to clean up the yucky goo that was on him. His stats were as follows….get ready, he was a big one….

Can you say ouch! LOL. He ripped me so badly that I had to have two sets of stitches. One set to sew up the inside and one set to sew up the outside. Hubby says that I don’t want to look at it. I’m scared to even watch the birth video for fear that I will be scarred mentally for life.

After I was cleaned up and the baby as well, hubby went to go get the grandparents and pnut. When I saw pnut I just started to cry. He kept yelling “no”. It broke my heart. But I could understand because he was woken up from his nap and forced to be face to face with his brother. I’d be a little angry as well. Not long after that they both sat on the couch and zonked out as if they were the ones that just push an 8 lb. baby out of their who-ha. LOL.

I had to stay in the delivery room for an hour for observation then they took me to my regular room and the baby went to the nursery for all of his tests and things. I got some rest and a much needed meal from Arby’s. I was starving. A nutritionist later came into my room and asked me what I had eaten for breakfast, I said nothing, lunch, nothing, and then she asked what I ate for supper and I told her, 2 arby’s melts, an apple turnover, and a coke…LOL. See, told you I was hungry. Everyone went home around 8ish and I called it a night. I had to get ready for my surgery the next day.

Upon waking this morning, I ate a bowl of cereal and felt just fine. A couple hours later, I had a few-pretty strong contractions. So strong that I had to put down my laptop and get up off the couch to “walk it out”. The bean keeps pressing his knee into my belly button as if that were the way out…ha ha, silly boy. The contractions haven’t been regular and they are back to being really far apart, just a few every so many hours. So with that being said I am going to finish making some curtains for the babies room, take a shower, clean the house a bit for company, and make sure I have all of my bags packed for the hospital.

Once supper is prepared, I plop myself in front of the tube and chow down. After eating I noticed that I wasn’t having the contractions anymore. Strange. Maybe the bean was just hungry, who knows.

Anyways, a couple hours pass and it is now midnight. I suppose dinner has digested and now we are back to having contractions. I’m starring at the clock on my laptop saying that it is 2:45 in the morning. Hubby and pnut both went to bed fully clothed, just in case I scream “my water broke” in the middle of the night. I think I’m going to attempt to get some rest as well. After all I have a baby to push out in a matter of a couple of days.

Wow, Friday so soon. We go to the doctors appointment today do the typical routine pee in a cup…normal….weight…. 187 lbs, didn’t eat mac and cheese today….blood pressure….good. Go into the exam room and they have me disrobe from the waist down. Here comes the fun part. More probing to see how far I’ve dialated. 2 1/2 centimeters!!!! Holy cow! I dialated a centimeter in just a couple of days. So then the doctor so graciously informs me that she will see me bright and early Monday Morning. I was like monday? what is happening monday? She was like “Oh my husband didn’t tell you, we are going to induce you on monday”. Uh, excuse me, what did you just say. Induce. So soon. But, but, I’m not due till Friday, the 25th. She said “Yes I know but he has already booked a spot for you, be at the hospital at 6 am on Monday, that is if you don’t go into labor between now and then.” Me and hubby nearly fell out of our chairs. We had a bet that they would schedule me another appointment on Monday not actually send me into labor. Immediately our minds started to think of all the things that we haven’t done yet to prepare for the baby. I’m sitting here thinking I still have a week to prepare but in actuality just a couple of days. Wow!

So we go home and then decide that since the bean will be here soon that we should go and pick up some formula for him since I’m not breastfeeding. Well we hit up the local Wal-mart and snag the dollar store on the way back home. I get back home and go to the potty like a normal preggo chick. And what to my surprise, what is that I see….but behold it seems to be my mucous plug or at least part of it. With a Slightly pink/brownish tinge to it, it indeed looks to be of a mucous consistency. So I immediately tell hubby and he starts to freak out. “What does this mean?” he says starting to panic. This means that I could go into labor soon or not so soon. If I start bleeding then you worry I tell him. With each braxton hicks contraction my husband freaks out because he knows the end is near. They are strong with lots of pressure down south but they aren’t regular nor are they 5 minutes apart so going to the hospital now is a waste of time. I definitely feel a little different “down there” than I normally do. Lots of pressure and this dull ache as if I were about to start my period. Maybe I’ll be giving birth tomorrow, who knows.

If I dont go into labor this weekend I will be at the hospital bright and early Monday Morning. They will induce me and I will have a new bundle of joy in my arms by the end of the day. The following day I will undergo surgery to have my tubes tide, well actually burnt. I’m getting “fixed”. Me and the hubby both agree that we dont want anymore children since we already technically have 4. If anyone knows my husband, just a mere sneeze from him will make someone pregnant. He is definitely fertile. I’ve done my research on tubal ligations and it seems to be a reasonable solution for us. The worst cases that I’ve read on tubal ligation is the risk of pregnancies in your tubes. But typically the egg that is released every month is supposed to be reabsorbed by the body never making it to your uterus to be implanted. If I am unable to get on the surgery list the day after I give birth then they will have to schedule the surgery at my 6 week check up appointment. I don’t want to wait 6 weeks, I want to have it all done at once. With having it done right after giving birth my uterus is still large and up by my navel so all they will have to do is make a small incision in my belly button pull a tub up and out clamp them together and put them back. With the 6 week surgery they have to make two incisions one at the navel to perform the surgery and one near my groin for the scope to snoop/look at things. So I choose option #1.

Now I told hubby that I’d have my hospital bag packed tonight but I’m just too darn tired. I’ve stopped with my little contractions and now I’m off to bed. Surely I’ll pack first thing in the morning….ha ha.

Wish me luck!

I’ve been buying lots of last minute baby items that should be here before my due date. Some of the stuff I don’t necessarily need right now but would like to have on hand.

Last weeks doctor appointment was pretty much uneventful. All they did was weigh me, made me pee in a cup, listened to the babies heart beat, and measured my belly. The usual stuff. I weigh 183 lbs. So I’m still gaining the typical 2 lbs. a week. I have another doctor’s appointment tomorrow. It will be my 38 week appointment. Technically I’m like 38 weeks and 4 days. He is going to check my cervix to see how much I’ve dialated. I haven’t pass my mucous plug or anything yet so I am thinking I’m going to make it to my due date or beyond. I can’t believe I have just 11 days left. That is totally insane. I just can’t get over how “not real” this all feels.

In other news, I finally hung my belly cast up on the wall in the baby’s room….

I think the belly cast came out better than I had hoped. I love the ribbon especially because I found it on clearance at Walmart. The ribbon has a stripe of the sage green that we have incorporated the babies whole room around. I just love it. I love that it is original and that many people haven’t even heard of doing this. Some Many think that it is weird but I think it is precious and great way to preserve my once child bearing body. I’m very proud of my sculpture.

There is the…
-hospital bags to pack [mine and the beans]
-his room to finish decorating
-baby essentials to finish putting together like the car seat and actually put in the car
-the car cleaned out.
-pnuts outfits to put together so daddy doesn’t have him running around naked for a week
-slings/carriers to finish making
-curtains to wash and stamp for the windows in the babies room
-pnuts winter clothes to be changed out with summer stuff
-groceries to buy
-then there are my winter clothes that still need to be changed out into my summer wardrobe [not that I’ll be able to fit into that stuff anytime soon but you get the idea]
-general clean up and decluttering of junk
-my room set up for recovery with things such as books to read, a television to watch, baby monitors to listen to [this requires testing and batteries, I’m sure], and a computer station to keep ya’ll up to date with the latest baby news.
-video camera needs to be charged, so does the digital camera. All of their bags need to make sure they have everything in them and by the door for easy grab and go.
-workout equipment out of storage and into workout cabinet for easy access to whip my post-baby body back into shape [that is, when I am able to actually move again] *PHOTO*
-belly cast to be hung on wall

Then you have to add in the typical household duties that need to be filled before I start any one particular task like the goo-gobs of laundry that seems to never go away or the endless pile of dishes in the sink [man, it sucks not having a dishwasher].

I’m starting on my list today. I’m hoping to accomplish at least one of the tasks above. I know for sure that we will be doing some grocery shopping today but the actual list of things we need is yet to be written. I believe the only thing we have left to buy for the baby would be diapers and formula. My mother has bought him a million different outfits so he will definately not be lacking in the clothing department. If anything he will be a very spiffy dresser.

So I have exactly 20 days to go or possibly shorter and I haven’t started a single “nesty” thing. Shame, on me, shame. One of the problems I’ve been having lately and one of the main reasons why things haven’t been completed is the whole feeling of utter exhaustion. I feel so tired lately. I sleep about 10 hours at night and take a 2-3 hour nap during the day with the pnut and I still feel as if I’m not getting any sleep at all. I’m just so drained. It isn’t like I’m running around the house all day either, I’m usually doing my “online work” or writting posts in advance just in case I go into labor. So why am I so tired? I realize that I’m making another human being but goodness it shouldn’t take this much out of me. Even my focus is off now-a-days. When I sit down to work it is like I can’t concentrate. It is so frustrating because I have so much work piling up that it needs/ has got to be done before the baby is born but I just can’t seem to concentrate long enough to do it. It is as if the baby is taking over my whole being. He is slowly eating my brain and zapping me of all of my energy. I will definately be glad to have my body back. How many days are left again? Ah, yes, 20!!!!

I will attempt to cross things off of the list above as I do them throughout the day. I’m going to try to stick to my goal of “NO BLOGGING”, I know how horrible, today until I get at least half of the things accomplished. So come back and check on me throughout the day, give me some words of encouragement to keep going and at the end of the day I’ll let you know what all was accomplished.

“Yep, she is definately pregnant!”
“That baby is done”
“That baby has dropped”
“Any day now”
“She looks like she’d have that baby at any minute”
“I bet she’s ready”
“Not long now”

All of these things I hear as I pass people at Wal-mart while grocery shopping. It isn’t so much that they are talking about me but they could at least be quiet about it. I mean if I am going to talk about someone behind their back, I’m definately going to make sure that they DON’T HEAR ME! I mean how incredibly rude is it to pass someone in the supermarket aisle only to hear them say, just as your back is turned, “Wow, she is HUGE!!!”. No, really, thank you for pointing out the obvious as if I didn’t wake up this morning and feel how extremely large I really am. As if my back and feet don’t scream at me on a regular basis at the roundness that is my ever expanding waist band.

I get it people, I’m pregnant. I’m fat. I’m round. I’m huge. Whatever label you want to put on me is fine just please stop making the habit of having to point it out to me everywhere I go. Stop telling me I’m ready to have the kid, stop telling me how large I am, and for goodness sakes stop TOUCHING MY BELLY.

Sheesh! I’m fed up with it. This is why I don’t leave the house. I love being a homebody because I don’t have to put up with peoples stupid comments on a daily basis. I’m sorry but the last thing a 9 month pregnant woman wants to hear is how fat she is.

[/end rant] And scene.

On a side note: the photo above was taken a couple of days ago right after I took a shower, hence the towel head….LOL.

I’ve gained 2 more lbs. bring my total up to 183 lbs. Wowzers!!! Doc says weight is good, blood pressure is good. Everything is good and ready for baby. The itching that is occuring on my stomach is normal and very common in pregnancy. It has something to do with the newly occured stretch marks that now have taken residence on my abdomen along with 3 appendectomy scars and a huge burn. All of which you can see in the video below…

The baby could not find a comfortable position. I was trying to help him out by wiggling my belly but it never really worked out. Where I am placing my hand is where I believe his little tushy is. It is big round lump that he kept trying to wiggle to a different position with no such luck. Pardon my “road map” of a stomach. You can see my burn as well as appendectomy scars and new stretch marks. Ah the joys of pregnancy. My tummy will never be the same.

What a great way to remember my last pregnancy. I discovered belly casting just after I gave birth to my first born son and knew that I wanted to have a belly cast done if/when I got pregnant again. I ordered the Pregnancy Belly Cast Kit a couple of weeks ago just to be sure that it would be here in time to do it. Ideal time to make a belly cast is around your 36 week of pregnancy. Waiting longer than that is risky due to the fact that you could go into labor at anytime.

My mother said that it was easy to apply the cast, although a bit messy as expected. To prevent the cast from sticking too much to your skin you slather the area to be cast with vaseline. Even though we had vaseline on, the cast still pulled at the tiny hairs on my body much like a bandaide. I was scared that it wouldn’t come off. But as the cast dries it lifts off of you. Removal is easy, much like snatching a bandaide from your skin.

Once we have the cast completely dried and hung on the wall I’ll take another photo to show you the finished product. I’m loving my pregnancy keepsake. I recommend that other pregnant woman have this done, especially if they know that this going to be their last pregnancy [like me]. Let me know if you have any questions about the process.

*click the above scrap page to view my pregnancy scraplog*

Here are some more photos from our belly casting session…

Belly Cast Photo 1
Belly Cast Photo 2
Belly Cast Photo 3
Belly Cast Photo 4

In other news, I had yet another doctor’s appointment today. I am now topping the scales at….181 lbs!!!! Sheesh. I gained 4 lbs in two weeks. That is 2 lbs a week. At this rate I will be right around the same weight that I was when I gave birth to my first child, which is 187 lbs. The did a routine pelvic exam and the doctor told me that my cervix is about a fingertip open. He told me not to leave town just in case I go into labor early. I will now go to the doctor every week until I give birth.

I can’t believe how close this is getting and how REAL!