Look What The Stork Brought!

On Tuesday I had a doctors appointment and my Doc said I looked really close to going.  I was dilated to a two and 50% effaced so she thought it would be a good idea to strip my membranes the next morning.  Wednesday morning, went in, stripped my membranes and I didn't go into labor so I went in again this morning.  When she checked me I was a 2+, 60% effaced and she said I was really soft.  So she thought it would be a good idea to strip me again.  I had gone unmedicated with Drew, had an epidural with Brody, and was undecided what I wanted to do with this baby.  She warned me that if she stripped me again the pain might make me want an epidural.  I didn't care at this point if I got an epidural or not so I said go ahead and strip me.  I love my Doc.  She only wants what I want.  She won't pressure you one way or another.  So she stripped me again.  That was at 8 am.  At 12:15 pm my contractions started ALL OF A SUDDEN and were HARD and were two to three minutes apart.  We went to the hospital an hour later and when they checked me I was dilated to a 5+.  I told them I wanted an epidural and they took their time calling the anesthesiologist.  In the meantime my Doc came in to see how I was doing.  The girl next door to me was under the care of my same Doctor, and she was planning on going unmedicated.  Well I was put in a room with a big tub so my doctor asked if it was okay if we switched rooms so she could labor in the tub.  I did that with Drew and it cut the pain in half so I was all for switching rooms with her.  We switched rooms and as my doctor was about to leave she decided to check me one more time.  I was at a 9!  She looked at me and I knew I wasn't getting the epidural.  The Anesthesiologist came in right then, he said hi congratulations and left.  I started crying, "I wanted an epidural."  I knew I still had one more option and that was for a Pudendal Block where it's just a local anesthetic.  The only thing is that it doesn't always work.  She worked like crazy numbing me, and thank goodness it worked.  I felt the pain of the contractions, the ring of fire, but when I tore I didn't need to be numbed and I didn't feel being stitched up, which were the two worst things about Drew's delivery.  As soon as she was done numbing me I started pushing.  Three pushes and at 2:13 pm our baby was born.  

This picture was taken when first arrived at the hospital.

This picture says baby weighs 7 lbs 3.5 ozs but the nurse said 

7 lbs 4 ozs.  You decide.  And 19.5 inches long.

Oh yeah, it's a girl and her name is Alia Mae Reynolds.

20 Weeks!

I am 20 weeks today!!  That means I'm half way there and only another 20 more weeks to go.  Which mean only 20 more weeks to get my house where I want it to, to buy the things that we need, and to get myself mentally prepared.  I've been doing and feeling good lately, with the exception of last night.  It was the first time I threw up in this pregnancy and only the second time to have thrown up within all my pregnancies.  I'm sure you wanted to know.  The other day I went shedding with Kurt and I had to have walked around two miles, something I don't even do not pregnant, and last night we went swimming at the pool.  I haven't been to the doctor since we moved so I have no stats to share but the baby moves and kicks a ton!  That's one thing I know I'll miss when we're done having babies.  The only maternity clothes I'm wearing are church skirts because the regular skirts that fit are too breezy for winter.  My sister Nikki and I have been pregnant every other year so we've combined maternity clothes and hand them back to each other after each pregnancy.  With only one or two more years of that Breana and Cherie will have a nice collection by the time they're ready to have kids.  That's all for now.  Hopefully by the next update I'd have visited the doctor and will have more to share!

Scatterbrained

So... I'm still here.  I've had my camera battery charger for a while now but guess what?  Now I can't find my cord to upload my pictures to my computer.  I specifically remember putting my cord some place that I wouldn't lose it.  A lot of good that did.

On another note my friend Julia just had her first baby boy, Zeke, a month ago.  On her blog she set up an online baby pool where you guess the weight, length, estimated time of arrival and in my case gender, because we're not going to find out till it comes.  Can you guess who won her pool?  YUP!  None other than yours truly!  So I thought it would be fun to set one up for myself since those baby tickers scare me.  Who knows, maybe I'll even have a prize for the winner!

Something went 'bump' in the night

Sunday morning I woke up, looked in the mirror and started freaking out.  It seemed like over night I went from having a muffin top to a beer belly.  I even had people at church ask me if I was pregnant, something that doesn't happen till later.  Oh well, at least I could say yes, right?  

Another thing that's new to me are my dreams.  I never had crazy dreams or anything close when I was pregnant with my other kids but now I wake up at least five times a night because of my dreams.  They're usually of Brody about to get hurt, then I start talking in my sleep, telling Kurt to get him before that car hits him, and wake Kurt and myself up in the process.  Honestly I do this at least five times a night.  My dreams have started to expand with different people starring in them, some now fun, like Hillary Williams, Erin Low and I going on a road trip but others where I wake up crying, like Kurt cheating on me with a girl in a Bronco.(That last one I'm convinced was influenced by Aaron Jones' new vehicle)  I'm so tired in the morning from waking up so much in the night and my eyes hurt from crying so much.  I can laugh at some of my dreams, or should I say nightmares, now, but five or even ten minutes after I wake up I still have a hard time calming down.

For those who've had these kinds of dreams, when does it go away?  Anybody have a tonic to make them stop?  I'm seriously thinking of getting a sleep number bed.

Don't Mind Me

This post is gonna be me complaining the entire time so like the the title says: Don't mind me.

  First, this is my worst pregnancy!  I'm feeling better during the day but at night around 6 is when I start to feel really sick.  If I don't force myself to stay up till 11 to watch X Files I'll go to bed around 9 just to lay there.  Then, every other day I have these really bad headaches.  I hate taking any medication except for prenatals when I'm pregnant but they're so bad I have to take Tylenol.  Thank goodness it works though.  So I went to my Dr. yesterday and I found out I'm only 11 weeks and 2 days!  I thought I was 12 weeks already!  That put a big damper on my day.  The really sad thing with that is that I look like I'm 4 1/2 months pregnant for me.  You really do get bigger faster with the third.  There are probably people out there that would much rather have this pregnancy than theirs, and I know I shouldn't complain, but it's kinda hard when all you've had are good easy pregnancies previously.  Moving on, we were supposed to have our last garage sale today and be able to play on our last Saturday here, but Kurt didn't feel like having a garage sale today so we are doing it next week.  Which means that we won't be able to go to the water park next Saturday.  I can't blame him, because I know those days when you're just not feeling like doing something.  Plus Kurt is a very one way track kinda guy and for him to change his mind, well I want to let him know that it's okay to change your mind.  So again I'm sorry but we're not gonna be able to go to the water park on Saturday.  Moving on, we sold our car.  We're really happy to have sold it so soon but now we can't go anywhere during the day.  It was okay for a couple of days because Kurt still has his motorcycle.  So if I needed anything from the store he would be able to go and get it.  Today he got a warning from a cop because he didn't have any eye protection on and actually the bike's not registered and hasn't been safety checked but the cop didn't say anything about that.  So Kurt got scared and now he won't drive the bike around.  Again I can't blame him.  If he got caught and had to pay a fine or go to court after our date we're supposed to leave, we'd be screwed!  Just to top it off were watching the Disney channel right now and the Imagination Movers are on and I want to kick in the TV.  Anybody who let them have their own show should be shot.  So that's the end of my complaining for now.  If you've read up to here you're a trooper!