It’s That Time…Bed Rest

Today starts the next chapter in my pregnancy, bed rest. Finally, I can kick back and eat bonbons, right?!? I wish you could hear the sound of a record scratching right now. I can at least hear it in my head. 

No sitting back eating bonbons for me. With the gestational diabetes, I have to be very careful with my carb intake. Now with the crazy high blood pressure (when I’m up doing normal day to day activities), I have to watch my salt intake. 

During my last few doctor visits, my blood pressure has been high – high enough that I’ve been sent to labor and delivery for observation and testing. My first visit I stayed for a couple of hours, had blood-work and urinalysis came back normal, great – I had a bit of road rage on the way to the hospital…that issue is for a different blog. 😵🤫 After a couple of hours of laying in the hospital, playing on Facebook, chatting and texting, my blood pressure was back to damn near perfect so I’m sent home, just a stressful day, no biggie. 

My second visit was a bit longer, but yet again after laying in the hospital bed for a few hours, blood pressure is back to normal. But, now I need to do a 24 hour urine sample to check my protein – they are trying to rule out preeclampsia. The doctors excuse me from work the following day to complete my 24 hour urine sample. Thankfully they did, I don’t think my coworkers would’ve enjoyed me reserving my own stall or the idea of me collecting my pee all day and keeping it nice and cold on ice. Yep this is a job to do in the privacy of your home. 24 hours go by and now it’s Friday, ready to get back to work. I get up do my normal morning routine, feeling a little tired, but this is the third trimester so tired is something I’m used to by now. I get to work and within 30 minutes I can tell something isn’t right, my hands are tingling, I feel extremely cold (very unusual, I keep my house at 68 degrees), my mouth feels dry, I’m dizzy and feel like I could faint at any moment. I ask a coworker for help to see if anyone has a blood pressure machine. I’m unable to check my blood pressure, but there is someone that works there that is a former nurse, she takes a quick look at me and tells me to get to the hospital. I have a coworker follow me home to drop my car off and collect my urine that I’d saved (I was to bring it in during lunch that day). While I am grabbing everything to head to labor and delivery AGAIN, I decided to check my blood pressure…196/100! Oh my word, now I’m really scared; I know these numbers aren’t good. I get to the hospital, check in, more blood work, hand over my 24 hour sample and pee in a cup again for them. I’m back in the same bed, same room that I’ve seen two other times prior. Once again all labs come back normal and after nearly 6 hours of that lovely bed and laying around, my blood pressure is back to normal. Released again, now what – something has to be wrong.  

I have a follow up appointment the next Thursday, almost a week after the last episode. I continue to monitor myself over the next week, numbers are elevated – not nearly as high as 196/100, thank goodness. The following day is here, I check my blood pressure before leaving for work like I’ve been doing, 169/100…that’s not good. I get to work and as the morning is going, I start feeling pretty bad again. I leave a little early to get to the my doctor earlier. I sign in and let them know right away I’m not doing too well. I get taken back, urine sample please, now blood pressure check, 154/105 and I’m now seeing stars and feeling faint. My blood sugar is also checked, 203, uh oh, that’s not good either. The doctor comes in, doesn’t stop at go, doesn’t collect $200, immediately sends me back to labor and delivery. I get settled in, this time I’m in the room next to the one I’m used to, same set up, just turned around. The nurses come in, take my blood as I’m crying, I hate this part. I’m prescribed medication to bring my blood pressure down -finally something is being done so I think. A couple hours of being hooked up to monitors and listening to my baby’s heartbeat – I do love that part – the nurses come back. Well your blood pressure is back down to normal and labs look great! Now what?!? Well, your doctor is putting you in bed rest. Oh?!? I thought I was getting the medication, will it be both? I’m in a bit of a panic looking at that 117/63 blood pressure now – will my numbers get too low being on medication and bed rest?!? She tells me that is a fantastic question and wants to confirm it with my doctor. A few minutes go by and she’s back, no medication. When I’m isolated in a sitting position with my legs elevated or laying down, I’m great, but as soon as I try to do anything normal, my numbers go alarming high. 

So here we are, day one of bed rest and I’m already bored. Isn’t this the time to eat the yummy fattening foods without guilt and to be out and about showing off that growing belly you’re so proud of? Y’all wish me luck, and send me a KitKat every once in a while. Cheers to 8ish more weeks!

Decorating the Nursery!!!

Before we really get into the fun of picking colors, themes, looks…all that fun stuff, allow me to take you back about a year ago. After getting frustrated with my sweet and innocent pups, Lattimore and Patrick, for deciding to use my spare room to “mark their territory”, I decided to rip the carpet out and begin a DIY project of installing tile. I guess this should be where I mention I am not good at DIY stuff, crafts or anything like that; I get annoyed and frustrated by the thought of any of it. Thankfully, A.J. and my cousin are both handy and lend a helping hand when I realized I was WAY over my head. In just a few days, my floors looked amazing with a gray tile. A few days later I go grab some gray paint to paint the room to match the floors. Again, I am not good at these types of jobs and failed to complete this task. 

Around 13 weeks pregnant, we deicide we are good to start getting the room prepped to be turned into a nursery. The walls still have not been completely painted (about a year later) and I remember the gray paint I got. Perfect, it is gender neutral as we have not had our gender reveal yet and have decided to use neutral colors until we know the gender. A.J. and I grab paint brushes and start to slap that paint on the walls. I have to stop shortly after as the smell of the paint isn’t sitting well with me. I walk back into the room, with a nervous voice I tell A.J. we have to stop painting – the paint is BLUE/GREEN, not gray at all. The color is actually very pretty, but if we have a beautiful baby girl, we don’t want blue/green walls. Of course, nothing is wrong with those colors for girls, but I absolutely love the color pink. I am even blogging from my rose gold (pink) laptop! We leave the room as is until we have the gender reveal (still many, many weeks away – this may have been when I texted Aubrey the article on secrets and friendships). 

If you read my last blog, you know that we have now had our gender reveal and it’s a boy, so we will finish painting the room the “gray”, blue/green color we originally started with. Once again I am unable to help paint as the smell is just too much for me to handle. The walls are beautiful. Next we add the cherry wood crib and rocking chair. Then the matching distressed blue dresser and chest of drawers. It is now time to choose a theme. 

For those of you that follow me on social media, you already know I have a major love for sloths! A.J. got me the coolest black and white picture of a baby sloth a while ago -I see that picture and we agree to use that as inspiration for a theme. Baby animals it is, although there are a few more sloths than any other animals in the room. I really hope our sweet baby boy takes on my love for sloths! 

Little by little we have added to the nursery, cute sayings here and there, baby stuffed animals perfectly placed around the room, baby gates installed to keep my furry babies out, pictures hung on the walls, clothes washed and hung in the closet (no, I have not gone overboard with the clothes – I have to keep telling myself that). With all that, I think I can honestly say we have a nursey that is well on its way to being ready for our sweet baby!

Pink or Blue – We Love You

The gender of your baby – huge topic – do you want to be surprised at birth? Find out and have a gender reveal? Find out and keep that secret for yourself? So many options for you to decide as a parent!

For A.J. and I we want to find out at our gender reveal with our parents, family and friends. Me personally, I want to know as soon as possible to start shopping! But, A.J. really wants us (as a couple) to find out with our parents by our sides, so that’s what we do. This is not going to be easy, as I am high risk, so that means at 11 weeks I have testing done to determine if our baby has any chromosome abnormalities, this test comes with gender testing, that is supposed to be 100% accurate – that means that at 12 weeks along we would have the results and he wants me to not “peek”. My besties Shawn and Aubrey take on the role of being the keeper of the gender, I know these two are very strong willed and would never break no matter how many times I asked, beg or plead. Our doctor does disclose the results of the chromosome testing and all come back as little to no risk. I give Aubrey the information to set up an online profile to pull the results of the gender, now to start planning the gender reveal party. A.J., his Mom (Vicki), Aubrey and myself pick the date, May 19th – that means I will have to wait almost 2 months to find out if we are team pink or team blue. That is a very long wait and knowing someone is keeping a secret from me for that long, no good.

I text Shawn and Aubrey on a regular basis, hoping for a slip up. I send them articles on how keeping secrets can affect your health and friendships, I beg and plead for the next 2 months and nothing. At least I know I have amazing friends that will keep my deepest and darkest secrets to themselves, and trust me – I’ve known these two for a hot minute and they have some dirt on me. Anyhow, I guess I will have to wait until we crack open that stork piñata.

May 19th finally arrives, decorations are up, food is being cooked – A.J. is BBQing, which is he very good at doing! People are arriving, excitement is in the air as we all wait for the time to grab that bat and put it to the stork. What will come out, pink candies or blue? I have on my pink and white dress, I am hoping for that sweet baby girl, but I have on blue sandals, because deep down I know this sweet child of mine will one day be a sweet, strong man. But we will have to wait until everyone eats and mingles to get that confirmation we all are waiting for.

To go back one day, we are getting things set up and ready and discuss the piñata. You see A.J. is a former professional baseball player and I want in on the action too, if he goes first that stork piñata will be done with one shot. Vicki and A.J. decide to work with me on my hitting abilities – of course I don’t want to break my back, accidentally throw the bat or heaven forbid miss the damn stork all together! I take a bat and start going to town on a bush for some much needed practice before the big day tomorrow.

Back to the gender reveal! It’s finally time, we all gather around the stork that’s been hung. I take that bat and try to remember the pointers A.J. and Vicki gave me the day before and holy smokes, I hit the piñata – first try, but it doesn’t open. I look at A.J. and he motions for me to swing again, contact – AGAIN! But, no candy to be seen anywhere – one more shot and it now slightly cracks open, I try to hand off the bat for A.J. to take his shot, he motions again for me to go on – I think deep down he wants to see the candy fly out before I do, hehe! Ok Lindsay, you’ve got this, I think to myself, I get this bat ready, I feel my palms start to sweat, all eyes are on me and this stork – I feel the contact one more time – and there comes flying out blue candy, Hersey Kisses wrapped in blue, sucker wrapped in blue, so much BLUE CANDY to be seen! We are having a baby BOY, both A.J. and I are super excited – A.J. more so, he let it be known from the very beginning that he wanted a boy. But seriously y’all, this excitement is abruptly changed to an uh oh moment – I am a true Southern Lady and can never tell a lie, I had to run as soon as I saw the candy to change my clothes, with all that swinging, excitement and jumping, I straight up pee’d myself, yes y’all – it is true, with pregnancy you may tinkle yourself from time to time! AND, I’ve heard it continues after pregnancy – time to try out the kegel exercises.

Well, now that we know the gender, you know what this means – SHOPPING! Please excuse me while I make a run to gather a few more items for my boy’s nursey…

And The Journey Begins

And The Journey Begins, Day 1 – Finding Out I Am Pregnant:

Who here has heard of all of the early pregnancy symptoms to look for: nausea, sore boobs, enlarged/darker nipples, frequent urination, back pains, this list really could go on?! I am here to tell you; those symptoms do not always happen. For me I was tired, oh so tired and really that was it. I work out three times a week with a personal trainer (remember the PCOS and struggles with weight). I took one week off and was ready to get back at it. As I am putting on my yoga pants, I realized they are a little snug – I may have stopped at Chick Fil A one too many times during that week off, sorry not sorry! I tell myself I am really going to have to have a no excuse, really push myself kind of workout week. I get myself mentally ready for this fabulous workout I am about to experience. I walk into the gym with a big ole smile on my face and my trainer gets me set up to do box jumps – this really is my favorite work out – I can now jump 24” from a squatting position. Here we go, I take the jump and OH MY GOD, what the hell just happened to my boobs, who pissed them off? I do a quick push check and everything is great with the girls – ok one more jump, OH MY GOD, please for the love of all things good, no more jumps! Another quick push test on the girls, both are perfect. I get through this “no excuse” workout, I believe with only one or two secret tears that I quickly wiped away, went home and thought to myself what in the world is going on with me. My day goes on and I don’t think too much of the workout until later that afternoon when I am trying to keep one eye open and focus on getting the house cleaned. oh did I mention I have my house on the market to make a BIG TIME move back to Charleston, SC where I am from and I am trying to get things ready for showings this weekend. Yeah there’s that going on! Anyhow, I’m now sitting there, like I said, one eye open trying to stay awake and I pull up my trusty period tracker app – 5 days late, no biggie, I have been later than this before. In my foggy tiredness I think to myself I am supposed to go out for yummy cocktails with my gym (we are celebrating the gym’s 4thbirthday, and honestly my gym is cooler than yours…wink wink). So I call A.J. and ask if he would pick me up a test, just to have some peace of mind, but I am sure I have him freaking out because I am not supposed to be able to get pregnant. A.J. being himself, super sweet, says of course in his very laid-back voice. He walks through the door and I jump up, both eyes now open and run to my bathroom (locking him, the dogs and cats out – I need to have no interruptions for this test). First test, the First Response digital that will show me a yes+ or no-, here we go…Holy cow I feel like I have been waiting for 53 hours, that’s ok though, I have the 3-pack test box and there is a traditional 1 or 2 pink lines. I know these are very quick and onto the second test and within seconds there are TWO PINK LINES!! I look at the digital and that bad boy is showing a yes+. Say WHAT! I AM PREGNANT! I go rushing out of the room, like a bat out of hell, and there sits Mr. Cool, Calm and Collected. Honey can you please get on my level of freak out mode! Don’t get me wrong, he is super excited, but he is super laid-back. I call my Mom in pure excitement and disbelief that this may actually be happening for me. Next my sister, oh wait, I need to stop telling people, you know etiquette says to wait until after the first trimester.  Who am I kidding – a call to my 2 besties – now I’m done (for today anyways). A few minutes later I get a call from my realtor, someone wants to swing by in 30 minutes to view my home. In my excitement I explain to her right now is not a good time and spill the beans of what just happened. Oops! Now to get myself in check and get ready to head out and celebrate with my gym. So what do I do about drinking? Should I get a mocktail, do I just drink water and hope no one notices and ask questions (I’ve had drinks with my gym friends and they would likely ask questions) I like my occasional cocktail/sipping on wine, you know how that is! I decide on a good old fashion Coke a Cola Classic.  A.J. and I get there a bit early to grab a bite to eat before people show up. As people are arriving, my body tells me, homegirl you ain’t staying out long, it is time for you to go to sleep! I get through hanging out for a bit then head home to get some much-needed sleep. The next morning, I go ahead and test one more time to see if something changed overnight, still preggers! Now to wait for Monday to call my Doctor’s office and get in to confirm through a blood test. How many tests did you take before you actually believed you are in fact pregnant? I think I took a total of 23 – that may total one an hour – was that too many? What have your early pregnancy symptoms been?