This is the way Kyla eats toast. She eats the hot buttery spots first. Most of the time, she eats the rest too, but occasionally she just wants a couple butter bites. It makes me smile. And then I feed the rest to Carter, who is only too happy eating everyone's leftovers.
This has been a very cold month. Many days the temperature never got above freezing. One day I took Carter to get his second flu shot and I was feeling especially chilly. When I checked the temperature on my phone it was 10 degrees. At noon. BURRRR! And the underside of our deck has become a death trap. Look at all those icicle daggers! Beware!
As it has been much too cold for this sun loving girl, we have spent a lot of time indoors. I haven't filled up my gas tank since January 1. It has got to be some kind of record! How long can I go? In this pic we were making gingerbread cookies. I'm not sure what Kyla was doing.
Also, it's definitely not a very flattering picture of me, but I'm going with it. I don't have very many pregnancy pics this time around. And it will make a nice transition into a few thoughts about pregnancy.
I realize I don't have it all that bad. My morning sickness, while awful, doesn't begin to compare with some of the horror stories I have heard. I don't gain an exorbitant amount of weight (40 pounds or so). I have never had gestational diabetes or placenta previa or preterm labor. I don't have to deal with a lot of serious trials while I am pregnant.
I'm also not going to be featured on I Didn't Know I was Pregnant anytime soon, either. Because although I don't have it terrible, I certainly know I'm pregnant. My biggest complaints are major heartburn (which is easily remedied with daily Prilosec), achy legs (for which I wear compression stockings), and sore muscles under my belly when I do any lifting or major housework. These aren't new problems, but are things that I can count on pretty much every time. However, they are getting more troublesome. Especially the sore muscles. I have to turn the vacuuming over to Jeff, as that is getting to be painful now. He also has to carry everything for me, as I am already sore from carrying Carter around so much. I do wear a very attractive belly band, which helps when I am out running errand or on my feet a lot, but annoys me when I'm sitting down because it's so constrictive.
But, really, those aren't a lot of things to complain about. No sciatica, no bed rest due to pre-eclampsia (besides that one week with Damon), and not a lot of swelling of the hands and feet. My complaints are minimal.
I had also never had a UTI. Until recently.
On Sunday, I woke up feeling a little off. The pressure on my bladder seemed a bit more extreme than normal and I was uncomfortable. I got the kids ready for church and we went to sacrament meeting at 11:00. I was only planning on staying for sacrament meeting because Kyla and Carter weren't feeling great, but I thought we should at least make it to one meeting. By the beginning of the meeting, I had already felt the need to pee 5 or 6 times, and I was increasingly crampy. We made it through the sacrament, when Jeff told me to take the kids home. Kyla had coughed about 100,000 times and when she wasn't coughing, she was stifling the desire to cough. So, we came home.
My back was really starting to hurt on the left side, and I thought maybe if I laid down for a bit it would help. Instead, it just got worse. It was a long few hours waiting for Jeff to get home. I was pretty sure I had a bladder infection, after reading my pregnancy book and noting how many of the symptoms I was experiencing, so when Jeff finally pulled up at 2:00, I called the OB on call to find out what to do. I certainly needed to do something. He told me I needed to go to Instacare, because Monday was a holiday and I shouldn't wait until Tuesday to be seen.
So, that's how I ended up at Instacare, watching Johnny Depp as Willa Wonka, unable to sit still for more than a few minutes at a time. I was able to get some prescriptions and took some Extra Strength Tylenol when I got home (I should have taken that HOURS earlier, as it really helped with the ache in my back), and started feeling a little better.
Sunday night was not great (my back still really hurt, and sleeping with a heating pad only helped a little), and was made worse when another d@&* smoke detector started beeping and calling out "low battery" all night long. Finally, at 3:30, Jeff and I both got up to change the blasted battery. But by morning, I was feeling a lot better. Probably back to 80% of "pregnancy normal." Still crampy, still needing to pee a lot, but the back aches had subsided dramatically and the burning sensation was gone (thanks to a pill that turns my pee bright orangish yellow!). Thank goodness. I had heard that UTI's were painful, and I can now attest to just how true that statement is.
The sad news is that I have to give up my baths. Apparently, you aren't supposed to take baths longer than 30 minutes, as they can be the cause of nasty UTI's. And I have taken at least 2 or 3 baths a week for a while now. Oh how I love it. And I'm just not sure 29 minutes in the tub is going to cut it. We'll see.
But add UTI to the list of pregnancy experiences I wouldn't have had without this pregnancy. I'm not sure how many other "firsts" I'd like to add to the list.
This has been a very cold month. Many days the temperature never got above freezing. One day I took Carter to get his second flu shot and I was feeling especially chilly. When I checked the temperature on my phone it was 10 degrees. At noon. BURRRR! And the underside of our deck has become a death trap. Look at all those icicle daggers! Beware!
As it has been much too cold for this sun loving girl, we have spent a lot of time indoors. I haven't filled up my gas tank since January 1. It has got to be some kind of record! How long can I go? In this pic we were making gingerbread cookies. I'm not sure what Kyla was doing.Also, it's definitely not a very flattering picture of me, but I'm going with it. I don't have very many pregnancy pics this time around. And it will make a nice transition into a few thoughts about pregnancy.
I realize I don't have it all that bad. My morning sickness, while awful, doesn't begin to compare with some of the horror stories I have heard. I don't gain an exorbitant amount of weight (40 pounds or so). I have never had gestational diabetes or placenta previa or preterm labor. I don't have to deal with a lot of serious trials while I am pregnant.
I'm also not going to be featured on I Didn't Know I was Pregnant anytime soon, either. Because although I don't have it terrible, I certainly know I'm pregnant. My biggest complaints are major heartburn (which is easily remedied with daily Prilosec), achy legs (for which I wear compression stockings), and sore muscles under my belly when I do any lifting or major housework. These aren't new problems, but are things that I can count on pretty much every time. However, they are getting more troublesome. Especially the sore muscles. I have to turn the vacuuming over to Jeff, as that is getting to be painful now. He also has to carry everything for me, as I am already sore from carrying Carter around so much. I do wear a very attractive belly band, which helps when I am out running errand or on my feet a lot, but annoys me when I'm sitting down because it's so constrictive.
But, really, those aren't a lot of things to complain about. No sciatica, no bed rest due to pre-eclampsia (besides that one week with Damon), and not a lot of swelling of the hands and feet. My complaints are minimal.
I had also never had a UTI. Until recently.
On Sunday, I woke up feeling a little off. The pressure on my bladder seemed a bit more extreme than normal and I was uncomfortable. I got the kids ready for church and we went to sacrament meeting at 11:00. I was only planning on staying for sacrament meeting because Kyla and Carter weren't feeling great, but I thought we should at least make it to one meeting. By the beginning of the meeting, I had already felt the need to pee 5 or 6 times, and I was increasingly crampy. We made it through the sacrament, when Jeff told me to take the kids home. Kyla had coughed about 100,000 times and when she wasn't coughing, she was stifling the desire to cough. So, we came home.
My back was really starting to hurt on the left side, and I thought maybe if I laid down for a bit it would help. Instead, it just got worse. It was a long few hours waiting for Jeff to get home. I was pretty sure I had a bladder infection, after reading my pregnancy book and noting how many of the symptoms I was experiencing, so when Jeff finally pulled up at 2:00, I called the OB on call to find out what to do. I certainly needed to do something. He told me I needed to go to Instacare, because Monday was a holiday and I shouldn't wait until Tuesday to be seen.
So, that's how I ended up at Instacare, watching Johnny Depp as Willa Wonka, unable to sit still for more than a few minutes at a time. I was able to get some prescriptions and took some Extra Strength Tylenol when I got home (I should have taken that HOURS earlier, as it really helped with the ache in my back), and started feeling a little better.
Sunday night was not great (my back still really hurt, and sleeping with a heating pad only helped a little), and was made worse when another d@&* smoke detector started beeping and calling out "low battery" all night long. Finally, at 3:30, Jeff and I both got up to change the blasted battery. But by morning, I was feeling a lot better. Probably back to 80% of "pregnancy normal." Still crampy, still needing to pee a lot, but the back aches had subsided dramatically and the burning sensation was gone (thanks to a pill that turns my pee bright orangish yellow!). Thank goodness. I had heard that UTI's were painful, and I can now attest to just how true that statement is.
The sad news is that I have to give up my baths. Apparently, you aren't supposed to take baths longer than 30 minutes, as they can be the cause of nasty UTI's. And I have taken at least 2 or 3 baths a week for a while now. Oh how I love it. And I'm just not sure 29 minutes in the tub is going to cut it. We'll see.
But add UTI to the list of pregnancy experiences I wouldn't have had without this pregnancy. I'm not sure how many other "firsts" I'd like to add to the list.
3 comments:
29 minutes in the tub!!! hahaha! funny! So sorry you had to experience that.
I. HATE. UTI's.
I am so sorry you had to endure that.
Oh, in my opinion UTIs are the worst! That is so terrible. There is an OTC med you can take for them until you can get to the doctor--it's called Cystex. (Not sure if it's pregnancy approved though.) It helps numb the pain until you can get a prescription.
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