Monday, November 10, 2008


It's hard to believe I'm now 29 weeks. I'm now on biweekly visits to the OB. I actually allowed a crib and bedding (hand-me-downs from a friend -- one of the benefits of having kids later than everyone else) into my house, which still seems so presumptuous to me. F.ranz moves a lot, though not right this second (wake up, F.ranz). He's head down. My hematoma seems to be gone (yay!). He's growing right on target. My placenta moved up, and I am no longer in danger of pla.centa pr.evia. My own weight gain has slowed, luckily. I think this is just because my reflux is so bad that I can't eat after about 3pm without dire consequences.

Poor got a head injury (big hematoma on his forehead), then an intestinal illness right afterward that landed us in the ER at midnight on Halloween. While he only barfed for about 12 hours, I got it and barfed for 24+ hours. The GI diseases you get from your kids seem to be the biggest downside of parenting -- I went years without one, and now I've had like five in the past year. It's not a bad burden to live with.

I find myself wanting to fast-forward a little bit to the newborn days, just to get them over with. I want to be okay and here, and I want to get through the sleep deprivation. I want my reflux to be gone and to stop peeing all the time. In contrast to my first pregnancy, I find I am also ready to get back to tbe booze. It's going to be insane once we actually have two kids in the house, of course, and I'll probably regret saying all of this. And, obviously, I want Fran.z to stay inside until his appointed debut. Speaking of the debut, because F.ranz is head down, I guess I could go for a VBAC if I wanted, but since I had a good experience with the scheduled C, I may just stick with that.

The best thing about my due date is that it means NO TRAVEL for Thanksgiving or Christmas. We are going to try to sneak in a short babymoon in a couple of weeks in Southern California, dropping off S.oren with my father-in-law and stepmother-in-law. They don't know what they're in for. I hope they can keep that little fellow alive. It isn't always easy.

I had a 3D ultrasound of F.ranz last week, but he had his hands in front of his face the whole time, so all of the photos came out even weirder and more alien-looking than the last ones.