The Donnell Family...Life Chronicled for Paige, Drew and soon to be Gage Donnell

Thursday, February 24, 2011

35 Weeks... Well if I Round Up

Ok, so I'll be 35 weeks on Saturday, and since its Thursday, its basically Saturday, right? Well anyways, I haven't posted in a while, so I have lots of updates I guess...

First thing, Gage is GROWING. ... A. LOT. Beginning last Friday, I started having these awful pains in my side and in my back while I was at work. I told Drew and he said to call the doctor, so I did... well of course they just said to monitor them. Which I did... I monitored them all night in fact because the pain never went away. Then on Saturday night and Sunday night the pains were so bad they woke me up in the middle of the night. So I called the doctor again on Monday and they said the same thing -- just monitor them. So I DID... and I had them again on Tuesday and was just about to go to the doctor when I decided to wait until my appointment on Wednesday. (I know, you'd think if I was concerned, I should just go to the doctors, but I figured if my water didn't break, no sense in being dramatic) and also, I'm a little tired of all the trips to Texas Womens... I'm practically on a first name basis at this point.
Long story short, I gained 5 pounds in two weeks and literally don't know how because I've actually been eating fairly healthy and in smaller meals because my tummy just doesn't have the capacity for one big meal. Anyways, they did an exam and they just said all the pain is Braxton Hicks contractions and the rest is because the baby sits so low and now he's larger than before.

AWESOME.

The thing is -- THIS is the best I'm going to feel for the remainder of the pregnancy. Literally, THIS is as good as it is going to get until they give me drugs and I push this kid out. And there's not a darn thing I can do about it.

Let's hope this doesn't last another 5 weeks. You know, all those baby books say to talk to your baby. Do you know what I tell my baby? I say, "Gage, its ok if you want to go ahead and show yourself to us in two more weeks. I am uncomfortable and crowded to... Just wait a few more weeks so we know you'll be healthy and go ahead and come out. You don't need to wait until April to make your entrance. I'm comfortable with you arriving early - everything is ready on our side." As a matter of fact, I tell Gage this several times a day. We're getting our game plan together I like to think. Even the girls I work with don't see how I can manage looking and feeling like this for another 5 weeks -- they think I'm about to pop!

And on the note of feeling like this alien inside of me is going to rip through my belly button at any moment -- I sort of feel like he's so cramped that the other night when he was moving around frantically -- I literally think he was having a panic attack. That's what I told Drew -- I said honestly, I think Gage wants out and he totally flipped out in there and was moving around like crazy trying to escape... Of course, Drew just looked at me, but he doesn't understand... Sometimes there's so many movements and they're all so painful, I just know he can't be comfortable in there.

I sweat like crazy and am just grumpy all the time because I never can sleep. Drew walks around mad at me because the house is freezing cold and he doesn't have enough blankets and I walk around the house in a t-shirt and am sweating all the time! It's insane!

Onward... So, my hair desperately needed to be redone, but because I'm so uncomfortable, I really don't want to go get my hair done because I don't want to sit in the chair for a few hours. It just sounds like a pain. SO, when I went to the grocery store on Saturday, I thought, no biggie, I'll just die my hair brown this time and then I'll get it redone in April after the baby's here. WRONG. I used brown hair dye and ended up turning my hair RED.

Drew kept telling me its crimson -- which , have I mentioned Drew's new name for me is Heavy P? You read that right...

Anyways, I knew it was a really bad red, but I was like, oh red fades fast and it's not that bad, etc...

Well, on Sunday, I went outside and caught a glimpse in the sun and was like, WHOA! I can't go to work like this! So I had to call my hairdresser and explain what happened and have it redone. Anyways, she told me what to get from the store so right now its just dyed dark brown, which clearly I don't mind, but it's not my favorite. I'll keep it like this for now and then adjust later.

Let's see... what else? Finishing up the last of the baby to do list this weekend since clearly Gage and I have our own delivery plans separate from God's. Since he'll be here sooner than people think, we need to get everything wrapped up.

You know -- I hate doing laundry, but I like doing his. I think I like how little the clothes are...

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Thought for the Day

Being fat and then getting pregnant just adds insult to injury.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Life After Baby

So this weekend was rather boring, which frankly I really liked. There's been enough excitement in my world lately so I was down with it. We did make another trip to Texas Women's -- but this time it was for a Life After Baby class.
The class itself was really good -- the teacher made it enjoyable and I really felt like we got some good pointers that may help us later -- but the weird part about the class was all the other people attending it. So, at one point, this Nigerian couple in the back (well I think that's where they were from, their accents were so heavy hardly anyone could understand them in the room) asked this question. "Sometimes I see my friends toss their baby in the air, or shake them by their arm, but the baby doesn't seem like it likes it. Is this ok to do?"
Seriously?
Drew and I were looking at each other like, "what is this guy thinking?" Ha, the teacher was like, "Sir, if you see anyone do that, you need to report them..." Ha, it was a strange moment for sure.
Then, at another time in the class, the teacher was telling us how to clean around the umbilical cord stump with alcohol in those first few days, and the same couple asked, "What percentage alcohol?" LOL, she was like, just regular rubbing alcohol, you don't need to go to the liquor store or anything... Ha, this couple was so random, I was like I don't know what village ya'll flew in from, but I sure don't think you should be around a baby...
Then there was another couple, I think they might've been from Russia and they seemed to have a really hard time understanding that babies and kids have to ride in car seats or booster seats... they KEPT asking over and over why kids have to ride in booster seats? The teacher was so annoyed, she kept saying "Its the law"... Then the Russian lady really stumped her when she asked if she was going to have to put her booster seat on the bus when her baby or kid rode the bus... Ha, Drew and I were just sitting in the back laughing...
Anyways, all in all it was a good class and I'm glad we took it, so we'll really see how useful it is in a couple more weeks.
Other than that, we just hung out with friends and enjoyed the nice weather this weekend. Hope everyone else had a great weekend!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

So.Over.It.

Well, it's not like anyone wasn't aware, but I AM SO OVER BEING PREGNANT. Like, after a while, I started being content with the issues I'd been having.... UNTIL SUNDAY.

So, I woke up Sunday and Drew offered to make breakfast tacos. Breakfast tacos? That doesn't sound bad... I mean, nothing except the tortilla really sounded appetizing, but I haven't eaten breakfast tacos in 8 months, so maybe they would be ok....

WELL, naturally, I took two bites and decided they weren't for me. About 5 minutes after that, I went to the bathroom and threw up the small amount of breakfast taco I had eaten. Perfect, nausea over for the day. UNTIL...

I sat down and started watching TV and told Drew I really wasn't feeling well and decided not to run any of my errands... Instead, I walked around, tried to eat a pear (which always sounds yummy), propped my feet up, you name it... Drew left to go party for the SuperBowl -- yes, he left around 11 to start drinking, and I was fine with that... Well, right after he left I felt my throat get fresh... So I walked to the bathroom... And I knew I was going to puke...
And then I remembered that Drew gets really upset when I throw up in the sink, he always wants me to puke in the toilet... so as I briskly walked to the toilet trying to make it, I projectile vomited like the exorcist across the room!!! It was awful... Boy, I thought, glad that's over with... Now life can resume... UNTIL...
I tried to eat lunch. A PB&J and some pineapple sounded good.... I got about halfway through and raced to the bathroom again to puke... NU-UH, not this girl... I'm smarter than this -- I've got a virus again, I thought. SO, I called Drew to come home because I felt like something was up, and began taking my dissolvable nausea medicine because I thought that would do the trick. I skip right over the actual pills, I move straight to the stuff that is going to get in my system the fastest... AH relief...
UNTIL... about 6 pm, I threw up all over again and I said screw it. Drew and I packed it up and headed to Texas Women's for an IV. Now, let me tell you, I totally thought I was being proactive on this. The first time I got this virus, I went to Texas Women's after I puked 10 times, and I needed 2 litres of fluid. THIS TIME, I was on top of it... I caught it early... So I thought for sure they'll pump me full of fluid and I'll be ON.MY.WAY.
NOPE. This time, I needed 3 litres of fluid, so we watched the Superbowl there, the nurse naturally missed my vein, so she had to use both arms and she walked away with a bloody towel (which always makes you feel good when you're already nauseas and haven't eaten), and we hung out until 2 am. Drew slept on the little couch and I felt really bad for him. It's even gotten to the point where this is so routine, that when I have to pee at the hospital, and I need help pulling the IV, the baby monitor and all the cords with me, Drew won't even help... He's like, you can do it...
So anyways, after 7 hours, a Superbowl, a couple episodes of Entourage and Friends, we were able to head back home. ONLY to find out my grandma fell Monday morning at 5 am and is back in the hospital. My dad had surgery Wednesday and my mom has been playing nurse for both of them. I'd really like to help, but it's to the point now, where I have to concern myself with my health, so I just sit at home and do nothing. Our bathroom is supposed to be getting remodeled, but frankly, everyone's so overwhelmed, I could care less how long it sits torn up. There's just too much bad stuff going on.

And on another note, what really concerns me, is every time I go to the hospital, they ask if I have a living will... I mean, I'm here for an IV, what else is going to happen that I would need that??? And in the back of my mind, EVERY TIME, I think, Gosh, I really need to do a will...

So besides that, I'm feeling great (an IV and a good nights sleep really works wonders on me), I went to the doctor yesterday and am 32 weeks and have gained 27 pounds total... so that's a good thing. My doctor was happy with it and she's the nicest lady in the world, so I always feel good when I don't disappoint her...

The only thing I really have to complain about is this:

My boobs now rest on my belly, which rests on my thighs, which now rub together, which rest on my swolen ankles. If that's not motivation to lose all this weight and more I don't know what is.... I can't sleep, I am just so freaking uncomfortable... It's just everywhere, I don't even know how to cross my arms or where to rest them because there's just no comfortable way to do this... The only thing I'm grateful for right now is the fact that I don't have any stretch marks... knock on wood. I guess this could change on a day-by-day basis...

Other than all the complaining, I had a baby shower in Temple last weekend and it was wonderful! Gage got lots of great things, so other than baby classes, finishing up the nursery and getting a few more things, we're down for the count!

Say lots of prayers for the family -- well everyone really.... Everyone needs it these days!

Friday, February 4, 2011

Sick... Again...

Oh my Gosh.... I'm sick again. I've been sick for a week now and it's still not gone, and I was sick for two weeks a month ago. Its insane... and the fact that I can't just overdose on cold medicine really doesn't help... I got some thing called a NetiPot or whatever... and I don't know what all the hype is, it provides temporary relief, but definitely not what I need. So anyways, Drew is stir crazy and is just doing stuff to get out of the house (even though there's really nowhere to go because of the weather) and I'm just laying on the couch with a roll of toilet paper to blow my nose :(

32 weeks pregnant now and I have all these mixed feelings... I'm having a baby in 8 weeks! I'm having a baby in 8 weeks.... (!) I'm sure anyone whose been pregnant before can totally understand my feelings, a part of me can't wait - and the other part of me feels slightly overwhelmed frankly. I read the baby books, but frankly, really can't remember what any of them said... and I don't want to read them again. I also feel like there's nowhere left for my stomach to go. Gage is sitting so low -- literally, that my stomach droops over my pants like someone whose morbidly obese. I even showed Drew and he just stares in disbelief... There is nowhere else for me to go except out -- and I'm fine with that, except that I can't get in and out of my car now, or walk without waddling, or put my seat belt on in one smooth move -- I just can't do anything. If I try to bend down, I may as well just sit on the floor because its easier... AND once again, now that I'm sick, every time I sneeze I end up peeing a little. It's completely annoying.

Besides the baby, which is obviously the main point in our life, there's some other exciting things going on in our life -- which hopefully one day I can update everyone on. 2010 and so far 2011 has been such a time of blessings for us that its totally amazing. BUT, now that I think about it, 2010 also put Drew and I through a lot of struggles -- and our Pastor once said during a sermon that God doesn't give you what you can handle -- God will always overwhelm you, good or bad (as part of a test of your faith, but also because he knows you can handle it) And, I would agree -- God completely overwhelmed us previously for the worse, and now we're completely overwhelmed for the better. Never doubt that HE has a plan for you, even if its not the one you want, or you doubt and question constantly. In the end, God puts you exactly where you're supposed to be and if you can trust in that, then things will always work out!

And I'm out!