tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117220424398891682024-03-13T16:28:21.382-05:00A Girl Named SamSamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.comBlogger340125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-37672447954987504862015-09-19T21:39:00.000-05:002015-09-19T21:39:10.315-05:00Hindsight is always 20/20<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When the doctor put my daughter in my arms for the first time, I smiled. She was beautiful. And I remember being amazed at how soft her skin was. The whole thing was amazing. The drugs probably didn't hurt, either.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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What a contrast to my birth experience with Winston (W1). He came fast and furious, which had a detrimental effect on me. I don't remember any of those first moments after he was born. I was in too much pain. It was the kind of pain that I will never forget and wasn't even comfortable talking about until almost two years later. I remember really seeing W1 when we were settled in our overnight room several hours later, after the narcotics kicked in. When I found out I was pregnant with W2, I had all kinds of issues. I started having panic attacks at work anytime I thought about delivery. My heart would race, I would become hot, I'd get a headache, and I couldn't function for the rest of the day.</div>
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Eventually, I brought this up with my therapist. She had me tell her my experience with all of the gory details. This led to me being diagnosed with PTSD from W1's delivery. Never saw that coming. She also met with John separately to get his version of the story. The next time we met, she said we both were traumatized. She said usually patients tend to exaggerate their experiences but after talking to John, she thought I might have downplayed it. (In all fairness, John remembers more than I do and he watched the entire event. I had my eyes closed, so I was unaware of some things like the total chaos, a nurse passing out, or amount of blood I lost). I do remember that shortly after W1 was born, John said to me "If you don't want to have any more kids, I will never ask you to go through that again." From that guy that always wanted two kids.</div>
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A precipitous labor is one that is defined as labor that lasts 3 hours or less, from the first contraction to delivery. With W1, it was 1 hour and 45 minutes. I never knew there was a name for it until I was pregnant with W2. People will say things like "you're so lucky your labor was fast!" When in reality, precipitous labor increase the risk of trauma for mom. It increases the risk for PTSD and postpartum depression by significant amounts. There is nothing "lucky" about it.</div>
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I didn't know any of this and looking back, I can almost guarantee I had postpartum depression. I couldn't talk about it, because even thinking about delivery made me sick to my stomach and want to vomit. I burnt out at work and changed jobs about 7 months after returning to work. I almost left engineering entirely, but luckily John talked me down. I didn't talk about how I was feeling because I had this beautiful, healthy baby and I felt guilty that a healthy baby wasn't enough. Goddamn you Facebook and Pintrest and all other social media that portrays new motherhood as being all sparkles and glitter. I felt like I wasn't living up to expectations. I felt isolated and ungrateful and completely alone. </div>
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All of this came crashing back when I was pregnant with W2. The fear was like a lead weight on my chest. I was afraid of the pain, of the loss of control. Every piece of research and anecdotal information is that subsequent deliveries are faster than the previous. I could not fathom having a delivery any faster. There were new fears to consider: what about W1? Who will take care of him? What if I go into labor at home and scare him? What if we have to take him to the hospital with us and I have to deliver without John? What if we don't make it to the hospital on time and I rupture blood vessels again? </div>
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Looking back, I should have gotten help sooner. Two years is a long time to carry around that kind of fear and trepidation. I should have gone to a new mom group or breast feeding support group. I wish someone would have told me that being a new mom is hard. Really hard. And while there are great moments, they aren't all great moments and you shouldn't feel guilty for that. I wish I had been kinder to myself and had more realistic expectations.</div>
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At the same time, I am a firm believer that there really are very few mistakes in life that should be regretted. Everything we do or don't do, every decision and mistake we make, take us down life's path and mold us into the people we are. I have very few regrets in life because that would mean I regret where I am today. Like I said previously, maybe I needed to break down completely to be able to build myself back up and really feel whole.</div>
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</span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-53456314386826173172015-09-16T20:27:00.000-05:002015-09-16T20:27:49.022-05:00Me too<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hitting the publish button on this blog post will be the scariest thing I've ever done. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm a private person and I'm really good at keeping secrets. Really good. But secrets can eat at you, like battery acid slowly dripping into your soul, robbing you of laughter and joy and making the entire world seem like a dark place. The world isn't a dark place. I'm ready to trade a few secrets if that means I get a little more laughter and joy. Two big things happened this year that brought me to this place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first happened this winter (on my birthday, to be exact), while laying on a table in a doctor's office getting a sonogram. Something broke. I broke. I fell into a million little pieces and this time I couldn't pretend I was fine and that I could put the pieces back together myself. After a week of severe depression and constant crying, I finally realized I needed help. I still need help. I found a therapist and only after we had our first appointment did I tell John. I was too embarrassed, too worried about being judged to tell him beforehand. But I knew I had to tell him, if only to explain the charge on my credit card.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then just a few weeks ago, I found a picture online that resonated with me so much, I book marked it and reread it every day for a week. Just to look at the picture. Here's a <a href="https://www.yahoo.com/health/womans-trick-tattoo-perfectly-captures-the-128053900797.html" target="_blank">link</a> to the article. If you don't want to read the whole article, just look at the second picture. It's a tattoo that when facing the woman, reads "I'm fine". However, from her perspective (which would be upside down) it reads "save me." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I read and reread the article and all I could think was 'me too.' It is the simplest and most eloquent way to describe depression. Two words. And outward I'm fine, but the inward cry for help. I finally admitted to myself what I have been denying for so long.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>OK Sam, take a deep breath. It's out there. Your heart won't stop, you won't be branded or given a scarlet D to wear on your chest. It will be OK.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will it be OK? What if a co-worker somehow stumbles on this and figures out who I am? Or heaven forbid, what if any of my family read this? There is still a stigma around mental health issues and that is exactly why I refused to admit it for so long. Will anyone even care? I don't know. But I know I suffered in silence because I felt (and sometimes still do) that admitting I was depressed was a weakness (it's not). That it made me a bad wife and mother. That in admitting that flaw, I was opening myself up to a whole host of mental health issues that seem to be passed down through the generations of women in my family like a screwed up family heirloom. "Here you go Sam! A diagnosis of depression, just for you!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not looking for attention, sympathy, or anything along those lines. I'm a work in progress and I'm just trying to lighten my load. To be happier. To be happy. Sometimes I watch John and Winston play and they're having so much fun and there is something that holds me back. I can see it and feel it and I can't stop it. I want to stop it. I want to be able to be silly and have fun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If anything, I hope maybe someone else sees a part of themselves in my struggles. Someone else goes "me too" and realizes that maybe it's not her fault and she's not failing everyone around her to. "Me too" can be powerful, especially when you've felt alone and adrift for so long.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm also hoping for understanding. One thing I know firsthand is how hard it is to watch someone with depression. Before my own experiences, I had a front row seat to some pretty serious depression and other issues in my immediate family. Maybe I'll explain that later, but suffice to say that I didn't understand. I was hurt and angry and I tried to understand (although I was pretty young for that anyway) but I couldn't. Why can't you get out of bed? Why don't you want to play? Why do you say nothing for days or weeks on end and then explode? I get it now. Maybe I can help someone understand who has been fortunate enough to avoid this for themselves. A little compassion and understanding goes a long way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I guess I'm finally ready to take that risk and open myself up. Maybe sometimes we're meant to be broken down completely. If my birthday had been spent some other way, maybe I never would have found the courage to get help. Maybe spending time being broken is the only way that I will ever feel whole. I'm trying to do right by my kids and they deserve a mom who is whole, a mom that can laugh and be silly. The least I can do is try.</span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-68550657112648183252013-09-15T19:49:00.001-05:002013-09-15T19:49:10.648-05:00Change will do you goodAs if having a baby wasn't enough change for me this last year, I have decided to change jobs.<br />
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A lot changed after having Winston, more than I was prepared for. Putting Winston in daycare was tough and I wasn't feeling satisfied at work, which made it even tougher. It took me a long time to make the decision, but ultimately, I decided I need to change in order to grow my career.<br />
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Friday I gave my bosses notice. That was one of the hardest conversations I've had to have. I'd be lying to say that I have no second thoughts. I feel like I'm letting my bosses down or something along those lines. It was like I was breaking up with them, which is probably the most appropriate analogy. You don't work in a small firm for 5 years without developing a relationship with the people around you. I wasn't quite prepared for how hard it was going to be.<br />
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But I keep reminding myself two things: 1) Change is good and 2) We don't usually regret the things we do, we regret the things we don't do. So I'm stepping into a bit of unknown by taking a new position. It's a step up in responsibility. I've been quoting Office Space all week: "It's a big promotion. You'll have up to <em>four</em> people working directly under you." So not exactly, but I have accepted a position as squad leader, which sounds so much cooler than structural engineer.<br />
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I'm nervous as hell. I've never been responsible for others' work and I've never worked on the design side. Then there is new people, office politics, and new standards that come with a large office. It is a little scary but the only way to grow is to get outside your comfort zone. <br />
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With that, I'll end with a picture of Winston. This was a month ago now. I can't believe how fast this year has gone.<br />
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Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-86021142772987536652013-06-30T21:01:00.000-05:002013-06-30T21:01:06.711-05:00Time flies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hmm, where do I begin? Winston is almost 8 months old, which is hard to believe. We were recently in Alaska for John's work. The kiddo did great, but I won't be flying with him again any time soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I DNF'd Kansas. I will preface this by saying that I was completely undertrained going in, so maybe it's a good thing I DNF'd. But (once again) my lack of post-baby logistical planning got the better of me. I didn't think to try on my wetsuit prior to the race and as it turns out, my "workin' boobs" don't quite fit in my wetsuit and I was hauled out of the water by some very kind volutneers. And then I needed help getting the damn thing off. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Life lesson: <strong>Don't sign up for any races while you're pregnant</strong>. Someone please remind me of this if/when #2 is on the way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">As for the elimination diet, that saga continues. I did feel better, sleep better, and have more energy while I did it and I lasted about 3-4 weeks. So I went to a GI specialist and was completely disappointed in his opinion (take Fibercon and a prescription antacid) besides I felt like he didn't really listen to me. It didn't help he was as old as the hills. I have found a registered sports nutritionist and wellness expert that I'm going to work with to determine my food sensitivities. I never even filled that prescription and I thought it was a little careless of him to give me a prescription, tell me I have no choice but to take it, and not discuss the potential side effects, like poor nutrient absorption which can lead to all sorts of health problems including osteoporosis, which runs in my family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Psshh, Western medicine. "Here's a pill, now stop complaining." I'm turning into a hippie in my old age. Between the good results I had on the elimination diet and a book I'm reading, "<a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/listing/2688816953277?r=1&cm_mmca2=pla&cm_mmc=GooglePLA-_-Book_15To24-_-Q000000633-_-2688816953277" target="_blank">Digestive Wellness</a>", I have high hopes that I will get to the bottom of this. I didn't realize how bad I felt all of the time until I did the elimination diet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">But probably the biggest change in the last few months has been that Winston sleeps like a champ. I mean 12 hours a night without a sound. Teething is the exception, and that doesn't bother me one bit. You know, being a parent is so much easier on a full night's sleep. It also doesn't hurt that I have the cutest damn kid ever.</span><br />
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This last week has been a little tough and I did cheat a little (brand new package of 2-year aged white cheddar from WI. I had to have a little). But for the most part I was good. I think coffee and cereal are what I miss the most. Breakfast is the most difficult but I've found a good option, it just requires prep the night before. One thing I learned is that when I cook, I always make more so I have leftovers in the fridge. Other than fresh fruit, there is nothing quick to eat on this diet.<br />
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So right now, my preferred breakfast is banana quinoa with coconut milk. I cook 1 cup quinoa as directed, then put in 2 overripe, mashed bananas, 1 tsp salt and coconut milk to cover and cook on low to combine. I put it in the fridge and eat it hot or cold in the morning. Today I added blueberries as well. I've been buying Silk brand coconut milk and it's pretty good. It's fortified with calcium, which I need. And it makes a great chai tea.<br />
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I'm feeling better and definitely less gassy. Besides everything I listed last time, I found raw carrots also cause problems. I also went to my primary care doc and have a referral for a GI specialist. I'll be calling this week. It would be nice to have a professional agree with whatever I find (or tell me why I'm crazy). So it goes on. Week 2, here I come.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-64592886035453806932013-04-07T17:46:00.001-05:002013-04-07T17:46:46.895-05:00EliminationIt's been a while, I know. I swear I'd blog more if I could do it one-handed. Quick family update: Winston is battling a cold since January but otherwise he's about the happiest kid you can imagine. Work is work, but that's for another day. Half marathon training is... done for all intensive purposes.<br />
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Next week is Rock the Parkway and I'm not as prepared as I'd like. Big surprise. We've had a rough month, sleep wise, which has left me chronically sleep deprived and lacking motivation. On top of that, I'm still having lots if GI issues, which is usually reflected in the little one as well.<br />
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To be honest, I've always had GI issues but they've been manageable. The gluten problem became noticeable when I started 70.3 races and when I was pregnant. Since I love all things carbs, I went right back to gluten after Winston was born. I don't know if gluten is my only problem or one of many. So with a big push from John, I'm starting an elimination diet. Today. Right now.<br />
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I'm am not happy about this. But apparently, since my problems are passed on to the munchkin, John is really tired of the two of us feeling like crap. It was an elimination diet or go to a GI specialist. This seemed the better option than having a scope stuck up or down anything. But I'm still not happy. Especially since John has only committed to doing it with me "82%". But he has graciously offered to eat all the food in the house that I can't have. For the next. 3. weeks.<br />
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I'm going to try to do it all, which means eliminating gluten, legumes (soy, beans, etc), dairy (this will be a tough one), beef, caffeine, alcohol, nuts & seeds, and sugar. What in the hell do I get to eat you ask? Some meats, rice & quinoa, veggies, fruits, water & tea. Except I have a hard time with green tea, so even that's out.<br />
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And I'm supposed to keep a diary of food, sleep, mood, etc. After 3 weeks I can start to reintroduce foods in, one new food every 3-4 days to track any changes. Let's get started: Day 1 - pissed off. The neighbors are all standing outside in this gorgeous weather, drinking beer. I'm trying to plan what in the hell I'm going to eat all week. I should look at this as an experiment and maybe that will make it more tolerable. We'll see. If I can run the half on Saturday without any GI issues, it may be worth it.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-83709573217782049712013-03-10T16:07:00.002-05:002013-03-10T16:07:32.282-05:00Lab Rat<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Before Winston was born, a friend alerted me to a study that KU was conducting. The study is following breastfeeding women to see if high doses of DHA prevent bone loss due to lactation. I qualified for the study and set everything up with the researchers before Winston was born. Then I went back in a few weeks later to get my pills.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I did know it, but apparently when women lactate, the lose up to 8% of their bone density, which is a fairly large amount. It makes sense - I have to assume it takes a large amount of calcium and other minerals to produce breastmilk, I just didn't realize it affected bone density. My mom was diagnosed with pre-osteoporosis years ago, before turning 50 if I remember right. Since this study does no harm at the least and may help bone density at best, I thought it'd be good to volunteer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The study is using either a placebo or 2 grams of DHA in pill form. (DHA is a type of omega-3 fatty acids found in fish oil.) For comparison, John and I have been taking a high-potency fish oil in gel form. The standard dose for an adult is 230 mg DHA or 0.23 grams. The study does is almost 10 times that amount. That's some expensive fish oil!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Besides getting my pills, I had to answer a bunch of questions, have height, weight, and blood pressure measured, give blood, urine, and breastmilk samples, and have a bone density scan done. In the following 3 months I also had to do a food diary for one 3-day period.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I had my 3 month follow up a few weeks ago where I learned, much to my delight, that I'd lost almost 10 pounds since my first visit. And as luck would have it, the kinesiologist who operates the bone density scanner is a triathlete. After the study is over, he offered to do a body composition scan for free (read: very expensive body fat test that normal people not associated with a university or professional athletes don't have access to. Score!).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm pretty sure I'm not in the placebo group. How do I know? Like any good engineer, I wanted to know what was in the capsule. And unless they are going to great lengths to produce very realistic placebos, I would venture based on the odd citrus-fish smell that I have the real deal. Don't ask me why they use citrus to mask the fish but the fish oil John and I buy does the same thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">There is some compensation involved. I get paid a whopping $25 for each visit I complete. I have visits at 6 mo, 12 mo, and 18 mo. It doesn't even cover my hourly pay for the time each appointment takes, but assuming I do have the fish oil, the cost of supplements is worth it. And why not help further research? Maybe in a few years it will be standard for breastfeeding women to get prescription fish to help prevent bone loss.</span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-26117153417402446422013-02-16T21:11:00.001-06:002013-02-16T21:11:36.572-06:00Heavy Duty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While doing laundry not too long ago, I realized that my new breastfeeding boobs had completely destroyed the elastic on several of my old sports bras. During my runs, I started to notice that even doubling up wasn't doing the trick any more. So I decided it was time to upgrade to some seriously heavy-duty sports bras so I could once again run in comfort.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Man, was I shocked at the price of a high quality sports bra. I used the sports bra guide in the <a href="http://www.titlenine.com/?code=PMDT9&kwid=PMDT9&gclid=CIeq4PGrvLUCFUiRPAodlAcAPw" target="_blank">Title 9</a> catalog but didn't actually buy one through them. I wanted to be able to try one on since I had no idea what my actual size has become. I wandered down to <a href="http://ultramaxsports.com/" target="_blank">Ultramax</a>, my favorite local triathlon store, since I knew they carried Moving Comfort bras, some of the best-rated sports bras I've found.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">After getting over the sticker shock of $56 for a sports bra, I bought this one. Moving Comfort Juno.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This bras was advertised as no bounce, which was exactly what I need. These boobs are working boobs now and I need a sports bra just to go for a walk, let alone run. It has front adjustable straps and a back hook and loop closure. It's a little difficult to put on the first time, but one you get the hang of it, it's easy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm glad I went in to try a few on. The first one I tried, I underestimated the size of my new boobs and when I went to pull it on, the front straps tore loose and went flying! Next size up, please. But I did find the right fit eventually.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">This sports bra is great if you're large chested and want to run without giving yourself a black eye. Not that I've tried a ton of control sports bras (I couldn't afford it) but I really love this one. It is a little work to put on and get adjusted, but it's totally worth it. I've been able to increase my mileage, and I've even put in a few faster miles (sub-8:30 pace) in this bra, all without bounce. I liked it so much I bought a second one in white. The only downside is that once I stop breastfeeding, I probably won't be able to wear either of these. </span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-50155901710749260642013-01-30T17:35:00.000-06:002013-01-30T17:35:10.074-06:00Progress?<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This last weekend, I ran 5 miles. It wasn't pretty. It wasn't easy. But it's progress nonetheless.</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I've got to be honest, I'm not very happy with my current physical state. I keep trying to tell myself to lighten up but it's hard and humbling when I'm reminded exactly how much I can't do every time I go out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm a little nervous for the 1/2 marathon in April. I have two and a half months to work my way up to 13 miles and it's going to take a while. We won't discuss the 70.3.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I feel overwhelmed. I feel isolated. My entire world has been turned upside down with Winston and for the most part it's good. But it was a huge change in a short amount of time and I'm still trying to adjust. My career and role at work is different (read: completely inconsequential due to my flexible and reduced schedule). My relationships have all changed. My free time is nonexistent. My body still feels foreign. I love my little boy more than anything but I still feel like I lost something. I suppose this is probably all normal but no one talks about it. All of the new moms I know are just over the moon about being a mom so I don't have anyone to talk to. I feel like a crappy mom. I hope it's just the sleep deprivation and hormones talking.</span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-68391986801304132512013-01-15T19:52:00.000-06:002013-01-15T19:52:03.679-06:00Nagging<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It wasn't all that long ago that running 4 miles was my long run. Back then, I was a size 12 (but ironically only weighed 150lb) and if I ran too much, I had nagging knee problems. I didn't bike or swim, just the occasional run and lifting. I was told my bad knee was the result of poor genetics - my grandmother has had both her knees replaced and my mom had her first knee surgery at 30.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I started doing triathlons, lost a few pounds, dropped down to a size 6, and magically, my knee problems vanished. Biking (along with weight/body composition) is the key to keep my knees happy and healthy. I'm sure my improved diet also helps. The point is, genetics had less to do with my bad knee than my excess weight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Then I had a baby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I stopped riding and spinning maybe 5 months in. I put on weight. I stopped running at 32 weeks. I put on more weight. I had a baby and ceased all physical activity for 6 weeks. To be fair, of the 35 lb I gained, I had lost close to 30 lb of that within 2 weeks of giving birth but my body composition is nothing close to what it used to be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Even so, when I started running again, I was surprised that my knee hurt. Kept hurting. I capped all my runs at 3 miles and I've started spinning in the garage, doing yoga at home and lifting weights. But it hadn't gotten much better. The cold temps don't help but I really thought after a week or two of spinning that it would go away. I guess I need to start spinning more often. Hopefully the knee will be back to normal soon. One of these days, I need to start training for my upcoming races. Even if not for speed, I'd like to be able to cover the distances and NOT feel like I was run over by a bus.</span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-55277893450248931482013-01-03T20:14:00.001-06:002013-01-03T20:14:30.370-06:00Goals and a reality check2013 has arrived with little fanfare around here. With a 7 week old in the house, there was no reason to stay up until midnight since I knew I'd be up shortly after to feed the baby anyway.<br />
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This probably sounds stupid, but I'm realizing how much more complicated having a little one makes life. Even if Dad is watching him for the day, I have to feed him and pump another bottle before I leave. Or like yesterday, I worked a few hours then went to the gym and had to pump in the locker room before working out. There is a distinct possibility that I will have to pump in T2 for the Kansas 70.3 before starting the run. Won't that be interesting.<br />
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Besides that, scheduling things in general is tough. John and I both need some "me" time for our general well-being and sanity and we also need some couple time, too. Right now both are hard to come by.<br />
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Then there is the fact that it's hard to put in a good workout, or any workout, after a rough night. Last night I was up 3 times and never got more than 2.5 hours of sleep at a time. And Winston had a rough day today. So I didn't work out, I didn't eat lunch until 4:30 pm and my biggest accomplishment was not feeding the baby to hungry crocodiles. Trust me, I thought about it.<br />
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I guess the whole point is that I probably need to dial my expectations back. Maybe fitting back into all of my pre-pregnancy pants by June will have to be enough.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-17592951526589699872012-12-30T11:19:00.000-06:002012-12-30T11:19:01.389-06:006 Pounds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It doesn't sound like much. 6 lb. That is what I want to lose to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight, although that doesn't tell the whole story. I haven't done a body fat test yet; I thought I'd give myself at least 3 months before doing that. But I am positive that my BF% is up from before (duh). Not to mention that breastfeeding has my proportions and hormones all mixed up. I read that breastfeeding women store more body fat around their midsection due to decreased estrogen and the fact their bodies want those fat stores while producing milk. I don't know if it's true or not, but I'm going to use that as the reason for my muffin top.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">As I say every year, I don't do New Year Resolutions. When I want to make a change, I do it. So while my goal is to lose weight and get back into racing shape, it had nothing to do with January 1, and everything to do with November 8.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">One major downside to the additional weight and decreased activity is that my right knee is acting up again. I'm going to keep my runs short until it feels better, and I also started lifting weights again. While at the gym, I use the elliptical. I'll eventually get back on my bike, I just haven't yet. I think the half marathon I'm signed up for in March is a good goal. I'm going to help a friend go sub-2 hours and I think that is a healthy goal for me. Maybe in the fall I'll find a half marathon to try to PR but it's way too soon to think about that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My goal is to do complete body measurements on January 1 and start keeping track from there. I'm not real worried about it. The way I see it, it took me 9 months to put that weight on, so I have at least 9 months to take it off. Slow and steady wins the race and no new mom needs the additional pressure of losing weight while learning how to take care of a family. It certainly helps to have a supportive husband and group of friends to get back into shape!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't believe it's been one month already! It will be two more weeks before I'm cleared for physical activity but the little man is keeping me busy. He's pretty consistent with his morning schedule so I am going to start getting up after his morning feeding to walk and eventually run.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Yoga is a little hard when it's just the two of us at home. If I get one full vinyasa done before he needs something, it's pretty good. But interrupted yoga is better than nothing. I tried doing push ups the other day and I could only do 5. I tried holding plank pose and couldn't do much more than 10 seconds. So that's where I'm starting. But it's a start nonetheless.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't believe it's almost been 4 weeks since Winston was born. I keep meaning to post updates but I find myself one-handed most of the time I'm sitting down which makes blogging a little difficult. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The short version is we're doing well. We went in to Children's Mercy to follow up on the fluid-on-the-kidneys issue they saw when I was at 38 weeks. Unfortunately, it has not resolved itself yet. We were told that in 70% of the cases, it resolves itself within the first 2 years. There are a few different options and we will discuss it more with his pediatrician at his 1 month check-up next week. But for now we were basically told not to worry. Based on his diapers, the plumbing is working just fine, he just needs to clear out the excess fluid.</span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am feeling much more human and have gotten up to 3 miles walking. I have also started doing some easy yoga. Some time between 1 and 2 weeks after he was born, I got up the courage to step on the scale. I was pleasantly surprised I have less than 10lb to lose to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight and that includes the excess weight due to breastfeeding.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My pre-pregnancy pants are a little tight and I can't quite fit into my skinny jeans, but I can wear some of my normal pants. Unless you've been pregnant, you have no idea how great it is to put on pants <em>without</em> an elastic waist. Once I can start running and really working out again, I figure the pants will take care of themselves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I was also worried about <a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/diastasis-recti/AN02153" target="_blank">abdominal diastasis</a>, which is a separating of the abdominal muscles due to pregnancy. Less than a two-finger gap is what is considered normal after pregnancy. Until the ab muscles go back together, you shouldn't do ab exercises like crunches because they can make it worse. Last week, the gap between my abs was one finger, this week the gap has completely closed. I started to some easy ab exercises to start getting them back into shape. Still no crunches, but plank pose and other easy yoga-based ab exercises. Not to mention all of the picking up the baby, who is close to 9 lb now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My biggest concern right now is due to breastfeeding. I have to wear a sports bra just to walk. I think I'm going to have to get a few new sports bras once I start running again. I'm also a little worried about the 70.3 in June. I'll still be breastfeeding then and I think I might have to pump at T2 before running. It probably doesn't matter since I'm not really trying to PR, but there's some logistics most people don't have to deal with. I guess I'll worry about it more when June is getting closer. Good thing the pump I have comes with a battery pack.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm working up to 5 miles walking before trying to run. I'll probably give it the full 6 weeks my doctor recommended. Besides, I can put Winston in our kid carrier and he sleeps, which is a nice time for us. Once I start running, he'll have to stay home with Dad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I worked almost a full week. On Thursday, I worked until 3:00 and then left for my appt with my OB. I had been having contractions all day but nothing consistent or serious. My doc said maybe I was in labor, maybe not. She was on call that day and said maybe she'd see me later. I went home and took a nap.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">At 7, John and I tried timing contractions but still nothing consistent. I called my doula just to give her a heads up and a little before 8 I decided to take a shower and then go to bed since I thought it might be a long night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Once I got in the shower, WHAM! It was like a switch flipped. I was most certainly in labor. I called Catherine at 8:08 and told her I was definitely in labor and we were ready for her to come down. She lives north of KC, so it would take her at least 30 min to get to the house. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">In all the classes, books, online, etc, they tell you not to go to the hospital until you've had contractions that are 1 min long, 5 min apart, for at least an hour. My contractions were 2 min apart, but only 30-45 seconds and that didn't start until 8, so we weren't close to the 1 hour mark.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Catherine got to the house about 8:45, heard me caterwauling on the floor and decide we needed to leave for the hospital, NOW. John and I were relieved to have someone else to direct us. John called the after-hours number for my OB, loaded up the car and we left about 8:50pm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">At 9pm, my OB called back and we were still in the car. She heard me in the background and said she was getting her clothes on and would meet us there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">At 9:10pm, we arrived at the hospital with Catherine. They brought out a wheelchair and took me straight back to a delivery room. It was chaos - clearly things were moving much faster than what they're used to. My OB wasn't there yet, so the hospital OB was paged and he was standing in the hall outside of my room just waiting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">At 9:20pm, my OB showed up. I was pretty oblivious the whole time. I had my eyes glued shut and was just surviving each contraction. No pain meds. Just ice chips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">At 9:45pm, Winston was born. 35 min at the hospital. After he was born, I signed the "Consent to Treat" form. There was no time at our arrival. Thankfully, everything worked out. I had a torn blood vessel, which would have been scary if we hadn't made it to the hospital in time. Thank god for Catherine. I can't tell you how much John and I both appreciated her there. I would recommend to all expecting parents to hire a doula they like.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Remember that I had been measuring small for several months? Well, that was all baloney. He was 7lb, 15.4 ounces at birth. I prefer to round up and call him an even 8lb. I think that's the least I deserve.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After all that, it was nothing but magic mommy sparkles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're back at home and getting used to life. He's going 3-4 hours between feedings, which is pretty good. I am adjusting to my post-baby body. I feel good, all things considered, but I think I have highly underestimated how long the recovery time will be. But that's OK. I'm enjoying all of the mommy-Winston cuddle time on the couch.</span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-49739671265599842012-11-09T13:01:00.001-06:002012-11-09T13:01:32.421-06:00I would like to introduce...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">A few weeks ago, my friends threw me a surprise baby shower, which was completely unnecessary. But awesome. I don't have any pictures from the party but here's a picture of a monkey riding a diaper motorbike</span>.<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The monkey has been a big hit with the cats.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We finally got the crib set up and the baby's room situated. So far, all of the kid furniture have been a bighit with the cats. Portland has climbed in the bouncy chair multiple times and even plays with the dangly toys. Both cats have been playing in the crib. It's like an oversized laundry basket to play in. Recognize the monkey? Nera was dragging it around by a leg.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And last, Portland even had to try out the changing table. I was at work when this picture was taken, but I was told that he climbed up and under the strap himself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So we're still playing the waiting game. Hopefully the next time I post, I have pictures of the newest member of the K family!</span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-37503192809397682532012-11-01T20:09:00.001-05:002012-11-01T20:09:37.134-05:00Oversharing<strong><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Week 38</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Oh man oh man, are we getting close now! OP is still as active as ever. We've started calling him Lumpy. He has lots of names - OP, Lumpy, Offspring, the Spawn, everything except a real name.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">One thing John and I have noticed is the tendency of men to over share private information related to their wives giving birth. One former professor shared in intimate detail of how far dilated and effaced his wife was. He even charted it and had a trendline showing her labor progression. The poor woman didn't even know he was sharing this information with grad students.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Then there was John's former classmate and his wife who recently had their third child. He had no problem sharing with John how far dilated and effaced his wife was in the weeks leading up to delivery.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Just last week, one of John's co-workers was recounting when his wife gave birth (some 20+ years ago) and how "... it always took her forever to get to 3 cm, but once we got to 3 cm, it was <em>whoosh</em>!" And the whoosh was accompanied by hand motions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I forbade, FORBADE John from sharing with anyone any information regarding my cervix. I don't think this is unreasonable. I'd prefer if everyone thought a stork dropped the little guy off and we just had to go to the hospital to pick him up. There is no privacy or dignity in giving birth but I'd prefer to keep the public display of body parts, functions, etc, to the medical professionals who are actually helping deliver my son.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The only excuse I can think of, is that all of these men are engineers and engineers typically digest numerical information better than other types of information. Maybe charting labor progression and talking about dilation is the only way they can cope with the strange (and gross) miracle of birth. Either way guys, seriously, STOP OVERSHARING. Your wives would no be happy to know you are talking about their cervix with co-workers, friends, and acquaintances.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">In other Babyland news, my friend J & B, who were due on Nov 14, had their daughter this last weekend! It was good motivation for John to finally break down the spare bed and get the crib set up in the baby's room. We're ready, or at least as ready as we can be!</span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-4704931610653243352012-10-22T19:30:00.000-05:002012-10-22T19:30:28.465-05:00Good News in Babyland<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Today I was back in at the specialist's office for ultrasound #6. The good news is that while the fluid was still there, the levels were lower than last week, which means the fluid back-up is dynamic. I guess that's a good thing? The specialist didn't see anything else that was concerning. She was going to send her report to my OB and our pediatrician. The pediatrician will do an ultrasound at OP's 2 week check up after he's here in the outside world. That was what I was hoping to hear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The specialist and sonographer were both impressed with his acrobatics and thought Optimus Prime was a very fitting name. I told them his movements during the appointment were nothing compared to what he does at night. We were able to get some good pictures this week. </span></div>
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<br />Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-19536306540588493812012-10-19T12:26:00.001-05:002012-10-19T12:26:41.571-05:00Not Again<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Week 36, 4 days</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I was in for my weekly OB appointment yesterday and I also had another ultrasound. My fundal measurement has been low for the few appointments, so my OB just wanted to make sure growth and fluid levels were OK. It was also a good time to double check that he is head down and pointed in the right direction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">He is head down. He is also completely normal sized, I just have a small sized belly. They estimated him at 6 lb (but the tolerance is +/- 2 lb, so don't think that is accurate at all). Everything looked good, except...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Except. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Abnormal results. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Let me double check these numbers are correct.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Seriously? I have to go through this crap again? Apparently, OP has fluid on his kidneys and the standard procedure is to be referred to the high risk specialist. Again. Another wait, yet another ultrasound (this will be #6). At least I know where their office is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The good news (really?) is that this is more common in boys and it could resolve itself on its own. Also, I'm almost 37 weeks, so very close to delivery and almost considered full-term. That's good since there is nothing they can do for fluid on the kidneys while baby is in utero. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">There are a few causes: 1) Since baby is so cramped, if his urethra is "kinked" he may not be able to easily empty his bladder which results in a back up of fluid and usually resolves itself. 2) He could have a faulty or deficient valve, which usually resolves itself after birth. 3) The Big Scary Unknown.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">There are a few options for treatment: 1) If fluid levels decrease by my appt on Monday, they could say it's fine and no need for further monitoring. 2) If fluid levels are the same or increased, the pediatrician will do an ultrasound of his kidneys after birth and again at his first few appointments to make sure it's dissipating on it's own. If not, see #3 in the above paragraph. 3) They find something else on the next ultrasound (see #3 above) and we're referred on to a pediatric nephrologist. That sounds like tons of fun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">So I guess I'll post more on Monday after my second visit to the specialist. I'm assuming it's nothing. Just like I assumed (correctly) that even though I was measuring small, he was totally normal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">But someone really should tell medical professionals that you cannot credibly use the phrases "high risk specialist" and "don't worry" in the same sentence. I may be a first-time mom, but I'm not stupid.</span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-10281307608694665902012-10-17T20:01:00.000-05:002012-10-17T20:01:22.942-05:00The Home Stretch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Ah, week 36. Officially less than a month to go and OP will officially considered full-term next week. We're getting close to the end and I think I've finally convinced John we should take care of the spare bed and order the crib.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Other to do's in the next few weeks: meet with the Maternity Care coordinator at the hospital, fill out pre-registration paperwork, pack my bag for the hospital, have final meeting with Catherine the Doula, pick a pediatrician, get organized at work to transfer project to non-pregnant co-workers and eventually install the car seat. We already picked a pediatrician and I sent in my pre-registration paperwork (although I never received a confirmation). We have meetings next week at the hospital and with Catherine. I'm in the process of transition all of my active projects at work and making a map of my desk for when I'm gone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Besides that, we finally got our chest freezer up and running and I'm planning on cooking and freezing food this weekend. I have a hair cut and wax scheduled for next week. (Side note: personal grooming becomes much more challenging with a basketball-sized belly. Toe nails are the least of my worries)</span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have definitely reached the "this isn't really fun anymore" stage although, I don't know when I thought this was particularly fun to be with. Interesting yes, entertaining at times certainly, but if there wasn't a kiddo on the other end, I wouldn't be signing up for this crap.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I've tried to limit my complaining since most women have it much worse. But seriously, the indignities just keep piling on. I thought I might make it through without stretch marks. Nope. I can barely bend over. If it's after 2 pm, you can assume I'm exhausted and thinking about how long before I can go to bed. And the heartburn, the HEARTBURN! Christ almighty, if I bend at the waist, I get heartburn. Oatmeal has given me heartburn. It is never ending. I just keep telling myself, soon, very soon, OP will be on the outside and unable to make me vomit by kicking my internal organs. I'll gladly take feedings and changings if I'm not dry heaving from the constant heartburn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Poor Portland played guinea pig again. This time, he tried on the Packer onesies I bought for OP. Portland is clearly NOT a newborn. And just so you don't think that I favor one cat over the other, I used Nera to practice swaddling. I figured if you can swaddle a cat you can swaddle a newborn. I didn't get a picture but I need to practice so I may try again. I got 3 out of 4 paws and her tail, so I thought that was pretty good.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hopefully we'll get more stuff knocked off our list this weekend. Next week, I'll get my bag packed and post what all we're taking with. 4 more weeks!</span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-4712531522894922052012-10-11T07:27:00.001-05:002012-10-11T07:27:37.739-05:00Out of Reach<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Week 35</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I finished the baby penguin quilt! It took me a few tries to get the binding on but it's done and it even survived the washer and dryer. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now for the serious stuff. Since I'm now 35 weeks, it's time to start to deal with the fact that in a few weeks I will actually have to deliver a baby. Crap. I've been putting off this reality for oh, the last 8 months.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">John and I took a childbirth class and we've hired a doula, so I feel as prepared as I can be. And being an engineer, I have done (probably more than) my fair share of research. So I finally put together my birth plan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">You'll notice that I'm intending on having a natural childbirth experience. Although, I reserve the right to change my mind at any point int time. When I started this little adventure, I definitely was going by the Peggy Hill philosophy: stick me full of drugs and wake me up when it's over! Then I actually started to do some research and did a complete 180. Really, the natural approach is more in line with my personal beliefs and lifestyle anyway. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">At our class, they recommended having a "safe word" in case it gets to the point you really want drugs. That way, everyone involved knows you've thought about it and are at the point where you really need pain relief. John said my safe word is "I want to be an architect" because if those words ever come out of my mouth, he knows things are really bad. That made me laugh. Hopefully, those words never do come out of my mouth. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I looked at several examples of birth plans online and that my doula gave me. Here's my plan, with all personal info removed. I'll take it in to my next OB appointment for her to review and sign. Then one copy goes to the hospital when I pre-register and another copy stays with me. That way, if my OB is not the delivering doctor, the hospital already has a signed copy so they know my OB has approved my choices. I know this is one thing I have no control over, but I feel better having my preferences recorded on paper and acknowledged by my OB and hospital staff.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It seems like a lot, but I saw birth plans that dictated the lighting, the playlist, and other completely ridiculous requests (aromatherapy, level and type of conversation in the room, and the list goes on). Another trend I noticed was labor and delivery photography. Not just the new dad with a camera, I mean like hiring a wedding photographer to be there and photo/video the wonderful, disgusting miracle of birth. Seriously? Who pays over $1000 for pictures that I hope to God will never be framed or publicly displayed? I told John if I saw a camera in the delivery room that I would kick that person in the face. And I'm not even joking. Some things should remain private and intimate.</span><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I prefer:</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">A
room with a birthing tub</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">A
saline lock instead of routine IV fluids</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">A
nurse who is committed to natural birth</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Intermittent
monitoring to allow for as much mobility as possible</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">A
minimal number of vaginal exams</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">To
be allowed to push and deliver in whatever position feels best</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Not
to be offered any pain medication.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I
need pain relief, I will ask for it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: 250.5pt; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Except
in the case of an emergency, I want the opportunity to accept or refuse any
procedure or medication</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Mother
directed pushing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please do not ask me
to hold my breath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: 250.5pt; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Not
to have an episiotomy unless absolutely necessary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would prefer to tear naturally unless there
is reason for intervention.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">To
delay Pitocin after delivery to see if breastfeeding will get my uterus to
contract</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">If a C-section becomes necessary:</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">o<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Please use double-layer sutures when repairing my uterus.
</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">o<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">As health permits, I would like to skin-to-skin contact
with baby, to stay together during repair and recovery, and to breastfeed
during the initial recovery period.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">o<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">If John has to leave the operating room with the baby, I
would like Catherine to take his place in the operating room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Newborn</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">We prefer:</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">To
wait at least a minute to cut the cord</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">To
delay all procedures until after initial skin-to-skin contact and breastfeeding</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">For
John to help bathe and weigh him</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Our
baby boy will be circumcised</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">To
breastfeed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please do not offer formula,
pacifiers or artificial nipples.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Generally,
we would prefer to recover at home and we would like to be released as soon as
mother and baby are cleared to leave.</span></div>
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Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611722042439889168.post-84520838661741727592012-09-29T20:03:00.000-05:002012-09-29T20:03:14.351-05:00Baby prep<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">Week 33</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">We're now about 6 weeks from Optimus Prime's due date, and even though we don't have a crib or the baby's room 100% ready, we have been doing some baby preparations.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">A few weeks ago, John was out of town all week. Our neighbors gave us a very nice <a href="http://store.ergobaby.com/Bundle_of_Joy/BCII6CANL" target="_blank">Ergo</a> baby carrier as a gift. Since John was gone and I was bored, I decided to try the carrier out. Since I don't have a baby yet, I decided that Portland would make a good substitution. It worked OK, but clearly the carrier was meant for a baby <strong>without</strong> a tail.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He was a pretty good sport.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then he got squirmy.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">John and I also took a 5-week childbirth prep course through our hospital. It was good but the highlight was the empathy belly the partners got to try out. I told John that until that empathy belly could give you heartburn and constipation at the same time, it's not even close.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't think John would make a very good pregnant lady.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Last, we spent a few weeks looking at rocking chairs. There aren't a whole lot of Mid-century or even just modern rocking chairs. I finally found one we both liked from <a href="http://www.thrivefurniture.com/" target="_blank">Thrive</a>, and we ordered it Labor Day weekend. It showed up this week. You know you're getting old when you're anxiously awaiting the arrival of your new rocking chair.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looks good in the living room and Nera approves.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nera hasn't moved much from the chair all day. Apparently, it has her seal of approval. At least the cats seem to like the new baby furniture. We'll see how much they like having an actual baby.</span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270809158363017637noreply@blogger.com1