From Baby Showers to Bedrest

Friday, the ladies at work had a baby shower for me at work. I got a lot of nice things there.

This past Saturday was my baby shower for family and friends.  My mom, sister, and brother's girlfriend hosted it.  I'm not usually a baby shower kinda gal.  Mine was cool.  There weren't a lot of stupid games.  Only one person touched my stomach.

Cake table

Cake and cupcakes

Our baby pictures.  This was kind of a last minute thing.

Flowers

Me.

The loot

More loot.

Quilt my mom made for me.

I honestly couldn't believe the amount of stuff I got.  I got basically everything off the registry.  Matt and I both have large families and pretty much everyone either came to the shower, dropped off a gift, or sent one to our house.  We felt very lucky to receive everything that we did.

Matt and I had our pictures taken after the shower and I should have those back soon.

Sunday, my parents came over.  Mom and I put all the baby stuff together and away.  Matt and dad did projects.  I ordered all the other stuff that Button will need/want online.

Monday, I went back to work.  I noticed my feet were starting to swell really bad.  Mom told me to go home and put my feet up but instead I boxed up all my winter clothes and got out my summer clothes.  (Not that it even matters, I can't fit into any of it.)

Tuesday, my feet swelled up like footballs.  I called my doctor's office.  I knew my doctor was out on vacation (of course).  So I talked to the nurse.  She told me to have my blood pressure taken and call her back.  It was really high.  Like 130ish over 110ish.  I don't know how bad that is.  The nurse called the "backup" doctor and he said for me to get to the hospital to be monitored.

I had been texting Matt throughout the day to let him know what was going on.  He told me he could leave work at 1:30.  That's about the time I texted him and said "Get here NOW."  Looking back, maybe those weren't the best words to use when you are 8 + months pregnant.  

I went outside to wait for him.  I was on the phone with my mom when he came flying in the parking lot on two wheels.  I'm pretty sure he threw his truck in park while it was still moving.  He jumped out of the truck, grabbed all my shit, and said, "get your ass in the truck."  I had been crying on the phone.  My tears quickly went to laughs over how nuts he was.  He looked at me and said, "I told you to pack your bag.  We don't even have the car seat."  We hit the highway and he's cussing because there was a moped in front of us going about 5 miles an hour.  He was yelling something about, "She's having a baby, get the f%^*) out of the way."  At this point, I was laughing too hard to tell him to calm down.  Finally, I told him to chill out, I wasn't having the baby, and that we just had to go in to be monitored.  I still don't think he got it.

We got to the hospital without getting in a wreck, somehow. They got me checked in and into a room.  The first blood pressure reading was high again but the longer I chilled, the more it went down.  Little Button was fine. So, they sent me home and told me I was to stay on bedrest until I see my doctor.  He won't be back until Monday. 

I've done all my online shopping, homework, and programmed a stuffed dog I got at the baby shower.  Mom has been over the last two days doing housework.  I'm out of things to do while sitting on my ever-widening ass.

This morning Mom and I packed Button's bag for the hospital.  This made me realize even more so that I have no idea what I am doing.  I packed three sleepers and then stuck a dress in when Mom left the room.  I packed her three blankets.  I mean, how could I possibly know which one she will want to wear home or cover up with now.  I wanted to pack her dolly for her but I don't think that will be necessary.  I did ask the nurse at the hospital when I was there Tuesday what I would need.  She said they would have everything else.

That's about all I know right now.  I'll post the pictures we had taken as soon as I get them.

Hope you all have a great week!

I've been keeping a secret

I don't really know how to beat around this bush and tell you my secret so I'll just come out and tell you.

I'M PREGNANT.  As in 11 weeks pregnant.  

I don't really know how it happened, I mean I know how it happened but I didn't think it would happen.  

TMI alert - I never had my period after I had a miscarriage.  I peed on a stick before we went camping at my grandpas, which would have been about the time I should have had my period.  I didn't pee a lot though.  It said I wasn't pregnant.

So I didn't think anymore about it until a month or so later when I still hadn't had a period.  So I took another test and it said I was pregnant.  Unless it was the immaculate conception, I knew the date and I was 7 weeks at the time.  (Vacation. Scamper. Just in case your wondering.) 7 weeks was a lot farther than I made it the first time.

I had blood work done.  Everything looked good except my progesterone was a little low.  But they gave me some pills to take for that.

I didn't get in to see the doctor until last Wednesday.  And actually I just saw the nurse.  She didn't really tell me a lot.  Except not to eat a lot of bologna, by the way I hate bologna, and some other random stuff. She didn't try to find a heartbeat or anything.

Anyway, I pretty much demanded to know more.  I was still pretty scared at this point and still am actually because of what happened the last time.  So she scheduled me an appointment for last Friday for a sonogram.

Matt took off work and went with me.  We saw the baby.  It was moving.  And it's heart was beating.  And it has two hands and two feet.  It's head is a little big but everyone says it's supposed to be and that it will grow into it.  But big head or not, we are thrilled and trying to stay optimistic.  The nurse thinks I'm due May 7th.

I'm sharing this on Talk to us Tuesday hosted by Impulsive Addict and Shawn. 

I go to the doctor Friday and I'm hoping he will tell us that everything should be okay.  If you pray, please say a prayer for Baby Button. 

New design

Over the last couple days I've been working with the amazing Brea at Utterly Chaotic Designs to get my new blog design done.  I had a lot of fun watching my vision become reality.

Brea was absolutely awesome to work with.  She was kind, patient, and understanding.  Her prices are more than reasonable.  I definitely recommend her to anyone.

Stop by and check her out sometime.



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ANDDDDD..... I got a promotion and a raise last week at work. I start my new job this morning.

I'm behind on blog reading/commenting but I promise I'll catch up this week.

Getting busy ; )

So, here is the thing... We have been trying to get pregnant but not really. I haven't been on the pill for months. But this is the month that we want to get pregnant. The baby would be born Julyish and I would only have to take the summer off of school.

Matt thinks he will be able to handle doing it every day/night until we get pregnant. Hehehaha.

I feel like I'm 14 writing this. We are going to do it. Lots. Haha.

We are ready for a baby... I think, for the most part.

It seems we have had something going on every weekend since he's been home. We only have this weekend of craziness left and then after that we will be able to settle down. (Flat Land Jam this weekend) And trust me, I'm looking forward to having absolutely nothing to do on the weekend. I would actually rather stay home and clean house or study at this point.

Any advise or words of wisdom on how to make this happen?