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25 Weeks, and other odds and ends

I hit 25 weeks Friday. I feel huge, but that’s the way it goes. GeneSplice is getting more and more active by the day. I’m feeling flips and kicks, and I swear, I think I felt him wiggling his toes last night. Finn’s been able to feel him as well. 

Onto other updates…

Last week seemed like it was a never-ending round of Murphy’s Law. It’s been raining almost non-stop (seriously,  #prayforWestVirginia), last Sunday, Finn had to replace the upper coolant hose in the truck (it looked like the radiator blew when we got home from grocery shopping that night), on Wednesday, we realized the truck’s registration had expired IN MARCH. We have absolutely zero clue how we didn’t know, or how he hadn’t been pulled over for it. We do, however, know why we never received the renewal notice: his uncle is still living at his grandmother’s and either hiding or trashing mail. If grandma sees it first, we get it, otherwise, no. So, he had to pay personal property taxes ($120, with the late fee), plus the registration fee ($62). On Thursday, my coffee maker decided to take a crap. Sooo, yeah… it was a rough time. 

But… there IS good news…

Our living room has been almost completely redecorated. Finn’s mom bought us a gently used recliner, and an entertainment center. It’s opened up our living room so much. On top of that, we found an amazing deal on an all-in-one washer/dryer. This thing is amazing. Seriously. Put the load in, add detergent, set it, and walk away. It takes care of washing AND drying. It’ll come in handy when GeneSplice makes his debut. 

Speaking of GeneSplice…

We told Finn’s parents and grandmother the name we’re planning on giving him. And they liked it. His mom even offered advice on the middle name (Sirius Orion). I think we’ve finally figured it out. 

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Rant Time…

We’ve chosen a name for GeneSplice. It’s currently a secret, because we don’t want people trying to pressure us to change it. It’s not going to be very popular with Finn’s family, but we don’t care. 

Clues:

  1. It’s celestial. 
  2. It has Ancient Egyptian roots. 
  3. It’s the name of one of my favorite characters, from one of my favorite book series. 

Figured it out?

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Sirius. As as in Sirius Black, Harry Potter’s godfather. As in the ‘Dog Star’, the brightest star seen in the North American sky, part of the constellation Canis Major. Taken from Osiris, Ancient Egyptian god/king. 

Sooo, yeah, there’s a lot of reasons behind the name. And we’re not willing to allow anyone to try to change our minds. 

Fourteen Weeks!

It’s been a hectic few weeks. I was referred to a high risk OB because of my age. Ultrasound and blood work put me at low risk of any genetic birth defects, and I go back in a couple weeks for a redraw. 

GeneSplice is surprisingly active. I’m not feeling full on movement just yet but friendly definitely feeling flutters. GeneSplice seems to like to curl up in the upper right side of my uterus. A couple weeks ago, I felt the tell-tell pressure, and when I looked, there was a very obvious bump on that side of my abdomen. I showed Finn, because I’d been trying to explain it to him for a few days. 

During my ultrasound on 12w5d, Baby was extremely active. Sticking their tongue out, covering their face, even at one point doing what I called a “frog kick” (kicking both legs at the same time). 

Ultrasounds these days are A LOT more detailed than when I was pregnant with my boys. We got to see all ten fingers, all ten toes, lobes of the brain, ect. The only thing we didn’t get to see was gender. But at 12w5d, that particular part of Baby’s anatomy isn’t developed enough to see. 

Because it’s us, of fucking course, there has to be a dark cloud on our excitement; Finn’s brother and sister-in-law started trying to conceive when they found out we were trying. So guess who’s pissed off and jealous because we got pregnant “so quick” (notsomuch, we were actually on the cycle most doctors recommend to start testing). Within three months of trying, Finn’s brother thinks he’s sterile because it hasn’t happened for them yet. Well, ok then. Trying to explain to these people that out can take UP TO A YEAR for a healthy couple to conceive is like pulling teeth. Nevermind trying to explain that you only have about a 20% chance each cycle. 

I’m dreading Easter, because after the way Finn’s sister-in-law looked at me during wedding planning, it’ll probably be ten times worse as my bump expands. I’m already noticeably pregnant, even to strangers, so there’s no “sucking it in” when I’ll be 16 weeks (four months).

I’ll **try** to start posting weekly updates. 

No promises. 

Appointments Scheduled…

I called my doctor’s office to schedule my first prenatal appointment Wednesday, and they called back yesterday. They scheduled my first three appointments. February 7th is my dating ultrasound  (we’ll get to see the heartbeat!!💓💓), February 13th is my midwife appointment, and March 7th is my OB appointment. 

When I bought the pregnancy test (to be honest, I only wanted to take a test to prove to myself that I’m NOT pregnant. I seriously thought I was infertile. Guess it was XH. Whoops.), I bought the “Test and confirm, and confirm, and confirm” by First Response. It was (obviously) a three pack. An early result test, a digital test, and a rapid result test, each less sensitive than the last. 

Well, with such a dark line on the early result test, I didn’t feel the need to use the others right away. I staggered them every other day. The digital and the rapid response were both positive (obviously). I laughed my ass off with the rapid result test. It was such a strong positive that the test line pulled the dye from the control line:

^^The strongest positive I’ve ever received on a home pregnancy test. 

I’m so freaking happy right now. Finn and I are struggling to keep it quiet. I’m hoping to wait until I hit the second trimester in March, but it’ll be a miracle if we make it that long. We’ve already told our parents, and a few close friends. I’m sure the word will slowly trickle out. 

Feeling Hopeful…

Finn and I are on cycle #4 of TTC (trying to conceive). I’ve been charting since I went off BCPs in May. But seriously half-assing it. This cycle, I’ve been on the ball. Temping, using ovulation tests, the whole 9.

When I input my temp this morning, I got my crosshairs. I popped the egg lb Thanksgiving. 

We hit 3 out of 4 fertile days this cycle, so I’m really optimistic.

Fingers crossed that this is our cycle. 

We Didn’t Go…

Murphy’s Law (anything that can go wrong, does go wrong) hit around here yesterday. I woke up to a text from OS, after having not spoken to her since late August. I didn’t reply. I didn’t, and still don’t want or need to deal with the stress she brings.  Z woke up with a stomach bug that was trying to vacate from both ends, meanwhile our plumbing was backing up. 

Since MIL had surgery in late September, her immune system has been down. If she gets so much as the common cold, she could be hospitalized.

Well, a sick kid was my out. 

Finn didn’t want to leave us home alone, with Z being sick on top of the plumbing problems, so that was his out. He spent the day under the trailer cutting roots (a root system in the line is what caused the backup) and repairing lines. 

It was not a pleasant day for any of us. 

In other news, my birthday is now nineteen days away, and I’m still taking bets on whether or not my family acknowledges it at all. 

Hypothetical Babies & Boundaries

(This post is full of labor and delivery TMI. I don’t go into in depth details, though. Read at your own risk.)

Sooo… I’ve been off birth control since May. I finished the cycle I was on when we got engaged, and that was it. I’ve been charting ever since. It was amazingly easy to slip right back into the old habit. 

My two previous births couldn’t be more different.

With my first, I went into labor naturally (on my due date!!!), progressed quickly (3cm to 9cm in less than two hours), doctor had to break my water, and baby was in my arms after 5 pushes. No epidural. I didn’t even have time to get the standard IV.

With my second, my water broke naturally, even though I hadn’t dilated at all. If you understand labor and cervix jargon, I was 0% effaced, 0 dilated, and at -2 station. To put it simply, my body was in no way ready for labor. Baby hadn’t even dropped. Dispite that, I had to be induced, since my water had already been broken. That’s when things went south. 

I started having contractions quickly. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Been there, done that. However, once I hit 6cm, all hell broke loose. My water fully broke, since it was only a leak before. Baby hadn’t dropped yet, so when my water broke, and my uterus shrank, due to losing so much fluid at once, his cord presented. 

A very serious compilation, that could lead to stillbirth.

I was prepped for surgery immediately. As they were wheeling me into the Operating Room, I told the anesthesiologist to just “knock me out,” since I knew it would be quicker than trying to place an epidural and wait for it to do it’s magic. 

Finn and I aren’t necessarily trying to conceive at this point, but we aren’t not trying, either. He knows my history with childbirth (even though he STILL can’t see my c-section scar without me pointing it out). We’re both hoping that when the time comes (god willing), I’ll be able to deliver naturally. However, I also understand that an epidural is a MUST, just in case compilations arise. 

This is where boundaries come in. 

I was only 23 when I had my c-section, and very, very passive. I had constant guests, and since my primary nurse has known me since I was a kid, she didn’t just bend the “no more than three visitors at a time” rule, she all-out broke it. At one point, I think I had about ten visitors in that room. I was still in my hospital gown, still had my morphine drip, and wasn’t allowed out of bed. Not even to go to the bathroom. 

So, I told Finn that **if** we ever have a baby, I didn’t want visitors until the catheter (TMI, sorry!) was removed. No visitors while I’m laboring, no one sitting in the waiting room, no visitors until we’ve had time to bond with baby. 

Cart before horse? Maybe. But I don’t want to spring it on him while we’re driving to the hospital. 


I’m Getting Old…

Z started middle school today. All honors classes, except for English/Language Arts, in which he’s gifted. 

So, lots of changes this school year. Lots of changes in 2017 in general, though. 

Overwhelmed is an Understatement… 

I had a meeting with the school district’s Eligibility Committee this morning, and Z officially has his Individual Education Plan (IEP) for being gifted. 

Since we’re at the tail end of the school year (three weeks to go!), it’ll come into effect when he starts middle school at the end of August. 

But, holy crap, it’s been one helluva year, and we’re not even halfway through it yet. 

  • Z’s surgery
  • My divorce
  • Z being placed in all honors classes next year
  • Our engagement 
  • Z being vetted as gifted. 

We can only hope this year continues on this path. 

Emotionally Exhausting Week

The past week has been a roller coaster ride of emotions; my head is still all over the place. 

Tuesday, January 17th 

   – filed for my divorce from STBXH

   – Z came home from school complaining of stomach pains


Wednesday, January 18th

   -kept Z home from school, he got progressively worse as the day went on

   – called 911 for an ambulance to take us to the hospital

   – diagnosis of appendicitis 


Thursday, January 19th

   – emergency appendectomy. No rupture, but a LOT of pus in his abdomen. 

   – due to said pus, there’s a risk of secondary infection. Extra time in the hospital. 

Friday,  January 20th

   – got a text from STBXH saying that he’d been served with the divorce papers. 


We were in the hospital until yesterday, and Z’s home til Wednesday. I’ve received a crap ton of phone calls and messages of support and concern. Including from Z’s teacher and a classmate’s mom. It’s been amazing. 

I spent the whole ambulance ride to the hospital second guessing myself, after the EMTs said it could be as simple as severe constipation. Clearly, my mother’s intuition was in full force Wednesday evening. I don’t want to think about what could have happened had I not gotten him to the hospital when I did. (Hint: it could have ended VERY badly.)

Finn was amazing during all of this. He left work early to be with us in the ER Wednesday, and sat with me while Z was in surgery. He only left the hospital to go to work, and came straight back as soon as he got off. Words cannot express how much that meant to Z and I.