Still Alive

My blog has been suffering lately because I have been feeling very rundown and Addy has been keeping me busy. I was not expecting it to be so hard to get used to looking after her again, but after almost 2 weeks and spending that time resting all day, it has been challenging.

I had an appointment with Dr. Potgeiter yesterday and all is good. No protein and my blood pressure was in the 120/70 range, so nothing to complain about there. We scheduled the c-section for February 6th and he sent me up to the hospital for bloodwork, a non-stress test and to fill out the paperwork for the surgery with the nurses. I have to go for weekly bloodwork and NST's now but I was expecting that so it was no surprise to hear it. I went through all the paperwork with one of the nurses and got all my instructions and we're good to go. They checked my blood pressure at the hospital and it was high (like 164/91 high) but I said it was fine at the office and I wasn't surprised it was high because I was having to be out and about instead of resting (both of which were true) so she didn't seem so concerned then.

We had planned to have Addy's birthday party on her actual birthday because we were expecting the baby to be almost 2 weeks by then, but because of when they had to book my ultrasound and working around that for the surgery, I will probably still be in the hospital on her birthday. So I originally thought we'd have it 2 Saturdays before, but Jamie wants to have it on February 2nd, so that's when it shall be. Ironically, that was the day I was sure she was going to be born on. So I have lots of prep work for that, but I have lots of help so that's good.

I have been feeling not too bad. Very tired and rundown, but that's to be expected. It's hard enough to be this pregnant, let alone having another baby to care for. And I feel huge. My back always hurts, my hips and pelvis are killing me, and no one (not even the nurses at the hospital) can believe I am only as far along as I am. This is going to be a big baby.

But anyways, as long as I rest and take things easy, I feel not too bad. And that's what the doctor said to do. He didn't say bedrest, just to take things easy, and that's what I have been doing ever since I got home.

So the countdown is on. 22 more days until the baby arrives (assuming everything goes smoothly and he/she doesn't have to come early) and 25 days until my baby girl turns 1. *sniff sniff*