Friday, October 26, 2012

Pregnancy week 32. And other random tidbits I know you were dying to find out about.

We've been here a week and a half. No, I'm not "settled", but at least it doesn't smell as bad, and I kind of like it.
This week has been madness. I've been in town every day, all day. Doing productive things like cleaning up the old house so our renters can move in. In the midst of it all, a horrible cold has stricken our home. Starting with the kids, and now onto me. That's what you get for stretching thin.
Since I'm now 32 weeks pregnant, I get to start, what my doctor labeled "Kristin Fest", which is when I come into the office every week for an ultrasound to make sure my high-risk pregnancy is going all right. I never knew last time around that it wasn't really a blood clot they were worried about (thanks to the nightly injections), but that having Factor V Leiden puts you at risk for pretty much everything else that can go wrong in pregnancy. Preeclampsia, placenta previa, placental abruption, low birth weight, low fluids... whoopie! I'm not worried, though. So far everything has been super smooth. Except for the anemia which there seems to be no good solution for, since I've been taking iron and vit C for four months and nothing's changed. I did add b12 on the advice of my chiropractor which at least helps with the energy level if nothing else.
And I think I remember reading that Factor Five can keep affect your absorption of that vitamin too. So now the list of suppliments I take is two points longer. YOu want to know, don't you?
Vitamin D (was already on that before being pregnant)
Calcium (to help with the Vit D and because my lovenox injections make me not absorb it)
Folic Acid (don't know why but I take a quadruple dose)
VItamin C to help with iron absorption
Iron (double dose)
B12 (also to help with iron absorption)
THat is nine pills every day, on top of two other presciptions that I already had. But it could be worse, right? It can always be worse.

So that's how things are going. People tell me I have a small belly. Every day. I'm really small. I feel like a blimp and I can't carry my own weight up the stairs. I've gained 13 pounds now. Because you wanted to know.
Also, I can't wait to have this baby! Soon I'll be getting the bedroom ready and shopping for things we need.
I'm glad we got to move to a bigger house before the delivery so we can spread out and have some quiet around us. Hopefully everything else settles down soon so we can relax more and enjoy the beauty around us.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Home

Well. We've moved. And I feel like an episode of Green Acres every freaking day. It's good to have space, and it's such a nice old farm house. But... well... it's an old farm house. And I guess any change leaves a person wondering if they made the right choice or if they should have stayed where they were, or at least chosen something else.
That's how I feel about change. I'm buried in boxes and more cupboards than I know what to do with, but I don't have energy for unpacking a ton of things every day because my back gets sore really fast. And I'm afraid to lift too many things or too heavy of things because it gives me contractions. Everyone said being pregnant and moving is a good idea, but I would surely like to have some energy. (I blame a lot of this on being anemic still, despite the stupid suppliments I take every day).
So. Here we are. And this little poem from a mother's day gift we gave my mom 25 years ago has been going through my head: "A house is made of bricks and stone, but a mother's touch makes it home".
This mother... sort of wishes we'd done things the "normal" way, you know. The way the Joneses do. Sell your old house and move into a bigger, newer one. Or build one that's even better.
But we haven't gone that route, and we never have been one of the Jonses so.... here we are. And I'm happy. And I love the space. And the quiet is nice. But it isn't what I'm used to. It will be amazing once I get everything unpacked. It really will. I guess I'm impatient too, along with perpetually discontent.
Maybe I'll never actually be happily content with where I am. But I'd rather take a lesson from my grandma and find peace and joy in every situation. I'd rather just be at home here.