Heavy D

What a crazy couple of weeks!  First of all we had an incredible Christmas and it was kind of nice being so pregnant because all the family came to us! Jackson had a lot of fun with his cousins from both sides and got some really cool things.  One of them being some Thomas the Train pieces which he has barely put down and walks around the house saying "Choo choo! Choo choo!"  He is going to have a little toddler fit when he sees what Davis is going to give him when he comes!

I think it was the week before Christmas I had to go to the OB for them to check my fluid levels.  That's when we all realized that Davis is not going to be just a normal baby.  The OB decided that I needed an ultrasound just to double check.  During the ultrasound they're looking at the lungs and the heart, you know the main stuff.  Then the tech says "Now, when is your due date?"  and I said "January 18".  She looked at me and said "Well that's what the computer says, but he's measuring 2 weeks big."  What?!  At that point I was technically 34 weeks and 4 days, but according to Davis' femur length he was 36 weeks and 4 days.  Ummm ok.  After the ultrasound was over I took the report back to my OB for her to look at real quick before I could leave.  She did a double take and laughed.  It was at that point when she started to call him the gargantuan baby.  See up to this point I had been measuring right on my due date, but apparently Davis hit a growth spurt and shocked everyone.  Since then I have had another ultrasound where a different tech made the same comments and even said his foot looked like a flipper it was so big (over 8 cm to be exact).  Her comment was "Try to take that to Stride Rite!".  After that my OB said "Ok, IF you're still pregnant in 2 weeks (which would be Jan. 2), then we'll do another ultrasound and if he's still measuring this big we'll induce early.".  So today I went just for a check up and she confirmed that he is really big and we set up an induction date a week earlier than my original due date as a "back up date".  My OB was laughing at me and how big Davis was measuring.  You know the old saying "you have to laugh or else you'll cry"?  Yeah, so I laughed too.  As of now I'll have another ultrasound next week and we'll induce the following week on January 11.  My OB was very clear that she would not be surprised at all if I have him before that date, but she also said she would hate for me to deliver a 10 lb. baby.  Ummm me too!  So, I've started calling Davis Heavy D for obvious reasons!

The view from the couch

I feel like we've had a lot going on the past couple weeks.  I may feel like that partially because of how hard I am trying not to do things.  I am officially to 35 weeks, which was the critical deadline the OB gave me as far as not actually going into labor.  I went for another check up today and she said I have 1 more week of "taking it easy" and "laying low", then I'm off to the races.  Not really, she still said she wouldn't suggest working out.  I'm just happy to have made it to 35 weeks successfully. 

While I have been sitting around I have seen a few pretty funny things.  Let's see...first Duke was deathly afraid of the Christmas tree again this year.  The first few nights he slept outside Jackson's room.  I'm sure he felt like he was protecting Jackson from the scary tree.

Second, Jackson has been obsessed with his cars for a few weeks now but the obsession has hit a new high.  It's the first word out of his mouth in the morning (yes he is actually saying some words now) and he carries them until bedtime.  He was happy about figuring out what a pocket is good for.

Jackson also found a new place to "work" on his cars or even look at a book.  Poor Duke.

It has been nice having to sit around more.  I have definitely noticed more of these fun moments before Davis comes and Jackon's world is rocked.

Go fix my lunch!

If we did not know we were having a boy I would think it was a girl.  This pregnancy has been so different than Jackson's.  I know that I had a good number of Braxton Hicks contractions with Jackson, but really they didn't get bad until around 38 weeks.  Not with this one.  They have been coming off and on for a few weeks but really nothing that concerned me, until Wednesday night.  The OB's rule is if you have 6 or more contractions in an hour then you call.  Well I went 2 hours and easily had 12.  I wasn't going to call because it was after hours, which meant I would have to go to the hospital, and I knew it wasn't real labor.  So I drank a glass of wine, took a hot shower and called it a night or at least I thought I did.  I woke up in the middle of the night with the worst back pain.  I called the OB Thursday morning just to tell them what happened.  The nurse told me to drink water, sit down and if I was still having 3-4 contractions in an hour then to call back.  It was about 1pm and not only were the contractions still around but my back was still killing me, so I called.  Of course they wanted me to come in, which is exactly why I didn't call the night before.  So I went and had to take Jackson with me until Drew could come get him.  They hooked me up to their machine and I apparently had 6 contractions in 40 minutes.  Off to the hospital, in a wheelchair.  Not a good sign, but at least Jackson was home with Drew now.  The hospital gave me IV fluids and did some tests.  All the tests came back in my favor but the fluids weren't working, so I got a shot of something that stopped them.  Then the OB came to talk to me before I was discharged.  For the 3rd time from the 3rd OB I had seen I heard again that I would have to get someone to help me with Jackson at least for 2 weeks.  Ok ok I got it.  Finally about 9:45pm I got to go home.  Needless to say we're patch working things together to get help with Jackson.  Between mom, Vicki, mother's day out and different sitters I think we'll get it taken care of.  We're just all hoping that I can make it a lot closer to 40 weeks instead of 35.  So far it's been a lot harder than I thought to sit on the couch and order people around.  I'm sure I'll get the hang of it.

On a lighter note Jackson saw Santa today and let's just say it wasn't pretty.  He was terrified again this year.  The photographer tried her best to get a good picture, but none of them were great.  Maybe next year we'll actually get a smile.

Giving Santa a fist bump.