The Universe

Today, the universe was laughing at my expense.

After a semi-peaceful morning, I took my time getting to my classroom, only to remember that a student was supposed to make up a test this morning. Totally claiming baby brain on that one.

Then, a few periods later, the contractions started.

They weren't painful, but never eased up and did get a bit worse and closer together.

After teaching my final class, I decided to head home a bit early and relax, hoping that putting my feet up would slow them down a bit.

On the way home, I got a flat tire. On 35E. During rush hour. AAA estimated 45 minutes. It took over an hour. Getting in and then continuing to ride in a tow truck does not make contractions go away, in case you're wondering. In fact, it makes them worse.

Once I got home, I discovered that laying on my side and drinking water didn't slow them down. And since I'll be having a c-section, the on-call nurse told me to head for the hospital.

Anja was very cute in the entire 23 minutes that I got to see her today.

4+ hours of having my contractions monitored by a less than stellar night nurse in labor and delivery, I was finally sent home.

I hadn't eaten anything since my apple and cheese snack at 3pm. Please remember that I am a pregnant woman with insulin dependent gestational diabetes. I was allowed ice chips. Oh, and my IV. Yummy. (PS - the stellar nurse didn't read the notes from the first nurse who actually knew that I had diabetes. Excellent.) I did finally get some Taco Bell on the way home. But that is a story for Dan to tell. Just mention "grain burritos."

Got home around 10:30pm to realize the AV adaptor I need for tomorrow is still at school and the one Dan has is too new for my computer. We figured it out, though. Which is good, because tomorrow morning I have to go defend my dissertation. I'm sure I'll be well rested.

Dear Universe,

I hope you enjoyed your laugh.

Love,

Susi

Kif's Birthday Update

I had another routine pre-natal appointment today (18 weeks) and found out a few things that I wasn't expecting. First, let me say that things are still looking very good for Kif and that I have felt him/her moving for a few weeks now. (I think Kif's a night owl.) At our first appointment, we were told that Kif would be born 1 week early since it will be a repeat c-section. Turns out, since I've already been started on insulin for the gestational diabetes, I now have what is considered a high risk pregnancy. Awesome. In other words, they're going to keep a close eye on me including regular and frequent ultrasounds, non-stress tests (NSTs), and they'll eventually start me on growth hormones (for Kif, not me, for all you smarty pants folks out there...) to make sure that Kif's lungs and everything are mature when they do the c-section. The hormones are because, if my doctor was a bettin' kind a guy (which he is), they'll be moving up Kif's birthday by a week, possibly two. So now we're looking at the beginning of March instead of mid-March.

On the plus side, if we were to make it to 39 weeks (only one week early and the day from the original plan), Kif would very likely have been born on St Patrick's Day. But I suppose that's still better than the day after...

**Update: Kif decided to make Mommy and Daddy feel better about everything by allowing Daddy to finally feel some kicks tonight! : )