tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73607052351107289972024-03-13T00:11:51.723-07:00Prego: Their Sauce, My JarA remarkable journey as described by both sides of surrogacy...MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-54344664500844906352018-12-20T13:08:00.000-08:002018-12-20T13:08:30.654-08:00Sibling's big day... Surrogate Side<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiAOpXGMVftwNI1CiUtNTxVnZMs3YTxVqoOA-y5l5WaILXNrZO9P4W6cB3se-kM4RjxyAxmOuPAKzS2l0meaIqZG2IF-lvfpe8a9XIIq9WQbfsSRMIJLCoVhdb1y3ZSD96VQPnBHILT9g/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="496" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiAOpXGMVftwNI1CiUtNTxVnZMs3YTxVqoOA-y5l5WaILXNrZO9P4W6cB3se-kM4RjxyAxmOuPAKzS2l0meaIqZG2IF-lvfpe8a9XIIq9WQbfsSRMIJLCoVhdb1y3ZSD96VQPnBHILT9g/s200/Capture.JPG" width="200" /></a>Well, it's been a while. Three years, in fact. Oops. Sorry, folks! <br />
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For those of you who have been asking, yes - everyone is okay and healthy. I won't say everything was seamless or smooth sailing, but all turned out A-okay! Now, let's get to the story you've all been waiting for!<br />
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As you probably already know, everything had been arranged in advance for the delivery and plans were in place for childcare of my children in the event that this delivery followed suit of each of my others and started in the middle of the night. The plan was that we would call A for any night except for Saturday as she would be out of town; so of course we figured out a Plan B. E was on back-up duty.<br />
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Historically, going into labor at home was relatively uneventful. I would have significant pain and nudge the hubby to let him know it was time to go. I'd call A to come on over and we'd be on our way. It was no big deal. This time around was a bit different. It was a standard evening until it wasn't. <br />
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Just a typical night of tossing and turning and the need to go pee. However, at 2:00am after using the bathroom, I began to climb back into my super high bed and ... "snap!" In my head I'm thinking, '<i>what the hell was that?</i>' Welp, folks. That there was the snap of my amniotic sac. My water broke. ON. ITS. OWN. I was so confused. That had never happened to me before! Clearly I don't handle fluid leaking out of my body well as I headed right to the toilet and was yelling for my hubby for help. I had no idea what to do. He was no help - he was just as confused. LOL!<br />
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Eventually, I figured out that I needed to call A so I could head to the hospital. I gave her a ring and let her know it was time. She listened to me go on and on about my water breaking and then hesitated for a moment. It then dawned on me that it was Saturday. I said, "today is Saturday, huh?" She confirmed and wished me luck. I hung up with A and called E. She was on her way. <br />
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When E made it to my house, I was still sitting on the toilet at a loss of how I was supposed to get out of my house with fluid coming out of me. My husband got the car ready to go and I meet them downstairs with a full-size towel shoved into my leggings. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?!<br />
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<i>At some point during the chaos of learning that my water broke </i><i>and driving to the hospital, </i><i>I called K&J to let them know that it was time.</i></div>
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At the hospital, the nurse brought us to our room and helped me remove the towel I was straddling between my legs. I had told her that my water broke. ((shrug)) Somehow, she didn't believe me and said she had to test the fluid. Did she really think I was peeing myself?! Anyway, I was right. My water broke. Duh.<br />
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Things progressed as normally as they did with any of my other pregnancies (except for the feeling of a constant warm trickle of fluid saturating the mattress pad beneath me - ugh). However, unlike with Charlie, I was not trekking the halls to kick start labor. Labor this time around was more sedentary.<br />
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<i>This is where things get a little foggy for me. Bear with me.</i></div>
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I recall being checked on regularly by the doctors and nurse and when K&J arrived to the hospital. I remember getting an epidural and it not working properly (again). The time for active delivery had come and my husband helped me through it as K&J witnessed the birth of their second child. </div>
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As I mentioned, the epidural did not work properly and I was in what I thought to be some serious pain. The baby was born, but the pain did not stop for me. I was confused because, in the past, once the baby was born the pain would stop. That did not happen this time. The pain got worse. </div>
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I was hemorrhaging. The doctors and nurses (remember, I delivered at a teaching hospital so the room was chock-full of people) began moving really fast. It was all a blur. I remember mumbling, '<i>what is it</i>?' because I still didn't know the sex of the baby and K walked over only to be redirected away. My uterus collapsed. My body couldn't produce the placenta. I was in so much pain. Pain that brought tears to my eyes. I could hear K asking them if they could give me something for the pain. I remember being injected in my leg with something, but the pain would not go away. Until it did. The doctor reached into the birth canal to pull the placenta out. It was like magic. Once it was out, the pain magically disappeared.</div>
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And then, after all that, the pain meds started working and I fell asleep. LOL!</div>
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It was a BOY! My instincts were right, although there was a time when I doubted myself and briefly hoped it was a girl. Benton was born on Saturday, November 14, 2015 at 2:35pm.</div>
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MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-65347193272730107642015-11-12T11:51:00.001-08:002015-11-12T11:56:17.692-08:0040 week sibling update... Surrogate Side<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Date: </b> November 12, 2015<br><br><b>How Many Weeks: </b> 40+ weeks<br><br><b>Total Weight Gain: </b>26lbs<br><br><b>Baby Size: </b>Jackfruit (what the heck is that?)<br></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic02IIpXQJ2gxvjygjGggCOKpmz7_ENNr5xm8hEByJXrhlwTKzzlLKawI5tobg0pzqlZRiSJvRCwlIvUwpcrXPmMUdJ_4jz5Xe-Bk9rtUylhHLSW30aqtX7VwzIsmItmHJMRL4HD2shfM/s640/blogger-image-1008982362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic02IIpXQJ2gxvjygjGggCOKpmz7_ENNr5xm8hEByJXrhlwTKzzlLKawI5tobg0pzqlZRiSJvRCwlIvUwpcrXPmMUdJ_4jz5Xe-Bk9rtUylhHLSW30aqtX7VwzIsmItmHJMRL4HD2shfM/s640/blogger-image-1008982362.jpg"></a></div></div></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br><b>What is going on with this baby:</b></span><div><div class="dek" style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; padding: 10px 20px; line-height: 26px;"><ul style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Baby's continuing to grow hair and nails. This baby is gonna have quite the head of hair if the old wives' tale is true because I have some serious indigestion. o_O</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And keeping up that lung development, too.</span></li></ul></div></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Maternity Clothes: </b>Let's just say I'd rather not wear pants anymore. But, don't worry, I do... At least I'm on leave right now just waiting to have this baby; I can wear yoga pants and pajama bottoms all day if I'd like. Finding a long enough shirt to cover my entire belly is getting tough these days, though.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">With all that said, at least I can say that my hospital bag is finally packed (not that I use anything in it, really). Chapstick and a toothbrush is all I really need. But, the dang thing is packed. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br><b>Sleep: </b>What is that? I haven't slept (well) in quite a while. I'll go to bed and get a couple hours of deep sleep and then it's insanely light sleep, tossing and turning and going pee. My back ends up hurting so much from the weight of my belly pulling down as I sleep on my sides. I tried sleeping on my back, but, whoa, I can't breathe! Yikes!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br><b>Movement: </b>You'd think it would start to run out of room at this point, but nope. This one manages to stretch my belly to accommodate his/her needs. Lol! </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Symptoms: </b>I was wrong; there has been no real progression from all of these contractions. They are simply just to torture and give me false hope. My back continues to be painful and it's now pretty much the entire day. To make things even more fun, it now hurts to walk. To walk!!! Do you realize how much walking one does in a day?! I am worse than an old lady! Slooooooooooooow. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moving on, I went to the doctor yesterday for an ultrasound (because I am now overdue and they need to monitor my fluids) and had a regular appointment afterwards. Things with the baby are great; plenty of movement (duh) and good fluid levels. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">They were also measuring for size. Now, most of you know by now that I have a tendency to grow some big babes. My own two were 9 & 10lbs. Charlie was 9lbs. From the start, we were told this one was going to be small. But, alas, this recent ultrasound rained on my parade. This <i>little</i> bundle is right on track with all of the others at 9lbs, 8oz right now. Why?!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">At my OB exam, they checked my progression and I just cannot catch a break. I was at 1cm for two weeks in a row and now am at 2cm. Seriously, I could've punched the guy (if he weren't just so sweet). He joked that he could sweep my membranes and from my reaction, just chuckled. Uh, no, that'll never happen again. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br><b>Food Cravings/Aversions: </b> I have been having quite a bit of indigestion (especially in the middle of the night) so I am very cautious of what I eat. I made the mistake of having lasagna the other night. Ouch. Cereal has been my go-to. It's the safest way to eat at this point. <br><br><b>I'm looking forward to: </b>the final stretch! There is an end in sight! If I don't go sooner, I have a scheduled induction for Monday, November 16th at 6pm. <br></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Belly: </b></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">39.5 Weeks</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqaOmd2q9TCQh96dXKqaW8yA1pu4IykWA2LIbHq4cZJg5CfsCsYi1nermF-cdQlla5tc7DiDKahw1KTTemngkBhFRJ36o6-8KTXvgSToZGVloybfwqXzWyzl2UGV9MzYGhQV_NJ7FLhk/s640/blogger-image--1986972839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqaOmd2q9TCQh96dXKqaW8yA1pu4IykWA2LIbHq4cZJg5CfsCsYi1nermF-cdQlla5tc7DiDKahw1KTTemngkBhFRJ36o6-8KTXvgSToZGVloybfwqXzWyzl2UGV9MzYGhQV_NJ7FLhk/s640/blogger-image--1986972839.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">40 Weeks</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFzxGo4LfUWKaR5oWXkbYHe7QtuJP_rgbKZz7rmyI_oPm1eliKZSduwr2YJoxCrD6Nf2ETZWHfOnEwl2qxDZS4GILaPoiFqM1l01TGqF25fd0OPe7kjlafLX9hx7kMboZg25AZk5bkDE/s640/blogger-image--1553726409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFzxGo4LfUWKaR5oWXkbYHe7QtuJP_rgbKZz7rmyI_oPm1eliKZSduwr2YJoxCrD6Nf2ETZWHfOnEwl2qxDZS4GILaPoiFqM1l01TGqF25fd0OPe7kjlafLX9hx7kMboZg25AZk5bkDE/s640/blogger-image--1553726409.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></div>MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-45935260326598908562015-11-03T17:56:00.001-08:002015-11-03T18:10:04.796-08:0039 week sibling update... Surrogate Side<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Date: </b> November 3, 2015<br><br><b>How Many Weeks: </b> 39 weeks<br><br><b>Total Weight Gain: </b>24lbs<br><br><b>Baby Size: </b>Watermelon<br></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNSYsztVBnw-ClNcc0Gai8tx0gWV9gDMm8_HOZz2l2NnR0jWAQPhIYQHOfZtvtAkX3SXOD1DuMG_OFRJ9bx-UGakVHIzn4_xpSw2q2fULX-xesczmyu-chRn7ksADG8HR2aZJbVq9TeiA/s640/blogger-image-657337581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNSYsztVBnw-ClNcc0Gai8tx0gWV9gDMm8_HOZz2l2NnR0jWAQPhIYQHOfZtvtAkX3SXOD1DuMG_OFRJ9bx-UGakVHIzn4_xpSw2q2fULX-xesczmyu-chRn7ksADG8HR2aZJbVq9TeiA/s640/blogger-image-657337581.jpg"></a></div><br></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br><b>What is going on with this baby:</b></span><div><div class="dek" style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; padding: 10px 20px; line-height: 26px;"><ul style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Baby's probably able to flex limbs now. Welp, that is quite evident given the nature of performance inside my belly!</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Baby's brain is still rapidly developing—and getting smarter by the week!</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Baby's nails may extend past the fingertips - ouch...??</span></li></ul></div></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Maternity Clothes: </b>I am ready for a button and zipper, that's for sure! I'm a little bit over pulling my pants up every minute or so. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">On another note, I probably should start to pack my hospital bag, huh? I pulled the bag from my closet, but didn't have enough ambition to put anything in it. So, it's sitting on the floor next to my dresser waiting for me. I thought about doing it today, but...<br><br><b>Sleep: </b>I haven't slept in about 3 nights. Not a record setting number, but still a pain. I am naturally a very light sleeper, but I think the pregnancy has heightened this for me. I toss and turn quite a bit. The dog's snoring certainly doesn't help the matter. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br><b>Movement: </b>All the dang time. </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Symptoms: </b>I've continued with the standard aches and pains. Braxton Hicks are here with a vengeance and, I'm sure, have encouraged some further progression. My belly tends to be as hard as a rock much of the day causing a pretty significant/uncomfortable/painful stretching feeling at the very top of my belly. Sometimes I'll lift my belly to relieve some of the stretch and it seems to work a little... </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">One of the newest symptoms I am facing (that I've had periodically before, but never to this extreme) is indigestion. And, to make it that much better, it rears its ugly head in the late evening while I'm in bed. It feels like I have vomit coming up my throat. Gross, huh?!<br><br><b>Food Cravings/Aversions: </b> Weird, but yellow mustard. This has been an ongoing delight of mine, but I always seem to forget to add it when I'm updating the blog. Yeah, so, yellow mustard has been a big hit for me. <br><br><b>I'm looking forward to: </b>a strawberry margarita on the rocks from Margaritas! Told the hubs to have one ready as soon as the baby makes its debut!<br></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Belly: </b><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Just look at those veins! 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MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-17948149982196190322015-10-12T07:19:00.001-07:002015-10-13T17:24:37.663-07:0036 week sibling update... Surrogate Side<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Date: </b> October 13, 2015<br><br><b>How Many Weeks: </b> 36 weeks<br><br><b>Total Weight Gain: </b>22 lbs<br><br><b>Baby Size: </b>Honeydew Melon (Really? That seems a bit on the small side for how I'm looking; nevermind how I'm feeling as this baby practices for its grand exit...)</span><br>
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Surrogate Side<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Date: </b> September 23, 2015<br><br><b>How Many Weeks: </b> 33 weeks<br><br><b>Total Weight Gain: </b>20lbs <br><br><b>Baby Size: </b>Durian<br></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktT7ozX4VBiYLqwWQrxSKk9gVkaGyedRrTnk3e-vUrypFMxX5MlDsWeU7j7DQhNQCoRpzewfwe0eU8LL7qBGdvOYlhWNhQg3uk2ZO4ra7FFa0tDuzImMKjls8Y3FtrAdGvDneUFZHS3Y/s640/blogger-image-956749967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktT7ozX4VBiYLqwWQrxSKk9gVkaGyedRrTnk3e-vUrypFMxX5MlDsWeU7j7DQhNQCoRpzewfwe0eU8LL7qBGdvOYlhWNhQg3uk2ZO4ra7FFa0tDuzImMKjls8Y3FtrAdGvDneUFZHS3Y/s640/blogger-image-956749967.jpg"></a></div></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br><b>What is going on with this baby:</b></span><div><ul style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Baby's eyes are being kept open while awake.</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Baby is also starting to coordinate breathing with sucking and swallowing.</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The bones are hardening.</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And baby is going through (more) major brain development — that's one smart baby!</span></li></ul></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Maternity Clothes: </b>Haha; of course. Are they getting tighter all of a sudden?! The time has come where I am doing regular "is my shirt covering my belly" checks. Even my hubby's t-shirts are not footing the bill these days as lounging wear. <br><br><b>Sleep: </b>Eh. Not the greatest, but tolerable. My bladder seems to become full quite easily even when I avoid liquids at least 2 hours before bed as recommended. Lots of tossing and turning, but at least I can get back to sleep relatively quickly. <br><br><b>Movement: </b>This prompt just makes me laugh. You wouldn't believe how much this baby moves. Any description I offer does not do it any justice. <br></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Symptoms: </b>Achey. My back hurts towards the middle to end of the day and my legs become "full" pretty easily. I can't really say they're swollen because they don't look it, but they feel full and tired when I walk or stand. <br><br><b>Food Cravings/Aversions:</b> I don't know why I am in love with cake. 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I apologize I haven't been as diligent in our blog updates as much this time around. Between moving a few times and new jobs for J and I, time has certainly flown by. J also had major spinal surgery a few months ago and is finally on the mend after a very long recovery. Still not a great excuse for our lack of writing.<br>
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We haven't believe it's only a matter of WEEKS before the baby is going to be born. We are so excited and can't believe Charlie is going to have a brother or sister. Yes, we know the gender, but G has not found out this time!<br>
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I really hope that we can keep it a surprise from G until delivery day, so far we have done a good job, but I'm sort of afraid to look her directly in the eyes when I see her, in fear that she will find out. She has been such an unbelievable trooper, this has not been the easiest pregnancy. The plan is to have the delivery take place at the same hospital as before. This has been an amazing few years and we couldn't be more grateful. It's hard to write into a blog how much we appreciate and love G. We look forward to November and pray for safety for both G and the baby. I think Charlie is very excited as well!<br>
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Stay tuned. <br><br><b>Baby Size: </b>Squash<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLlVw4Y_vuYVEyWFt3xX6Pk5gOC5ZG8u4SbUkNx0w5Vp0J79xPdiLNP7HjCWWIKxHKsfFA0siGw7cx85gHSkIMwCTJ_yXdV7HO3-VYw-Rz8Ne64_kqLf0w8eAV_h5bz2dyNxCdBPRqM2o/s640/blogger-image-79184260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLlVw4Y_vuYVEyWFt3xX6Pk5gOC5ZG8u4SbUkNx0w5Vp0J79xPdiLNP7HjCWWIKxHKsfFA0siGw7cx85gHSkIMwCTJ_yXdV7HO3-VYw-Rz8Ne64_kqLf0w8eAV_h5bz2dyNxCdBPRqM2o/s640/blogger-image-79184260.jpg"></a></div><br><br><b>What is going on with this baby:</b><br></span><ul style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-top: 0px;"><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Baby is getting ready for it's descent — baby is likely in the head-down position now.</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And baby is probably feeling even more cramped.</span></li></ul><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Maternity Clothes: </b>There's no turning back now. My pants have been bothersome as they are always falling down. This is partly my fault because I refuse to pull the band up over my belly. And then, when the band falls down, it cuts into the underside of my belly causing some discomfort. <br><br><b>Sleep: </b>Not the greatest, but it could totally be worse. I'm tossing and turning quite a bit and needing to get up to use the bathroom. All par for the course at this point. <br><br><b>Movement: </b>ALL. THE. TIME. And, it hurts. We had an ultrasound today and the technician was shocked by how much movement there was and the power behind it! Just this morning, I was drying my hair and watching body parts travel around my belly. It looked like a mouse caught under a blanket! <br></span><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Symptoms: </b>I still struggle with shortness of breath, but it's gotten better. My back has started to bother me some, but it's not too bad. By late afternoon, I am done; my body pretty much hurts everywhere. I took the kids shopping after school the other day for just a couple things and we ended up in there for two hours! Clearly, I was walking slow. And, I'm VERY tired. All the time. Bleh. <br><br><b>Food Cravings/Aversions:</b> I'm not really craving anything per se, but I still seek out chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting. Man, that sounds good right now. And, similar to my last couple of pregnancies, I really enjoy chocolate Cheerios. Not sure why?<br><br><b>I'm looking forward to: </b>the home stretch! According to the ultrasound today, baby is measuring 4.5lbs... With 8 weeks to go... 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Surrogate SideSo, I'm really terrible at these updates this time around... I have every good intention of doing them, but I just cannot seem to find the time these days! Between work, my babies, homework, football, gymnastics and whatever else comes up, I am at a loss. <div><br></div><div>Anyway, here's some recent updates within the last few weeks:</div><div><br></div><div>I was notified by my lawyer (as I was laying on the beach during my vacation) that I was to "appear" for the pre-birth order hearing tomorrow. I explained to him that I was on vacation and he assured me that I could simply call in. So, the very next day, as I walked around Martha's Vineyard, I kept checking my watch to be sure I did not miss it. <i>If any of you are following since our last journey, you will remember that things did not pan out too well for us in this arena last time around. We were denied a pre-birth order and required to petition for a post-birth order after Charlie was born. Although things ended up working out just fine, it was still a pretty chaotic and stressful predicament</i>. So, I positioned myself on a park bench in Oak Bluffs and prepared for the call. I have to admit, I was a bit anxious and kinda nervous about the possible outcome. The call started and we made introductions. The judge was pleasant and the lawyers (both mine and the one representing K&J) reviewed the purpose of the hearing. The judge pretty much said that it was all made very clear and that we had all of our bases covered and, I quote, that he "just needs to sign the damn thing." And that, folks, was the end to the pre-birth order hearing. We did it!!</div><div><br></div><div>The next order of business that surfaced during these last few weeks have been a couple of OB appointments. Let me preface this with the fact that I had just returned from vacation when I had my first appointment. Turns out, I ended up gaining 6lbs in 4 weeks. What?! Lol! In my defense, this baby had a growth spurt, I swear... Or, maybe I had a lot of sweets? Nah. </div><div><br></div><div>At my last OB visit, however, I learned that I lost 1lb in 3 weeks. Hehe! I also learned that baby is breech and has a great heartbeat of 140bpm. It's measuring a week ahead, but is perfect. The doctor wants an ultrasound next week to monitor growth since this is an "artificial reproductive" pregnancy. I think it's just an excuse to see the baby again. I also learned that I need to increase my dose of iron due to my levels being significantly low again. **sigh**</div><div><br></div><div>And, here we are; all up-to-date! I think...</div><div><br></div><div>As for this baby? Can you say M-O-V-E-R?! And, STRONG! Holy smokes! And I thought Charlie moved a lot. Forget about nightly performances; just touch my belly and this baby will fight you. No lie! Put 'em up. Put 'em up!</div><div><br></div><div>Baby belly anyone?</div><div><br></div><div>28 Weeks</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WSgcKb354un6fVgFh1GWV_n9F6_Prc8nVpUzWh1c5slB8J22cjwAihPb3FOyZcilkT3gUMRkrfEUo9Dn0EY8Xm5cFUDAn-sjiSW7Xbhm1Hy-zcxdReMLH_OdxriEwt7nw4cU7WMV190/s640/blogger-image--1378720804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WSgcKb354un6fVgFh1GWV_n9F6_Prc8nVpUzWh1c5slB8J22cjwAihPb3FOyZcilkT3gUMRkrfEUo9Dn0EY8Xm5cFUDAn-sjiSW7Xbhm1Hy-zcxdReMLH_OdxriEwt7nw4cU7WMV190/s640/blogger-image--1378720804.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>29 Weeks</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtN8Jz6zlsQMFs3V6CrHjPbqEmqK1KGGd_EhsDcUJZMl70cuXh8CP-ockDtwKp7idIigQsEUh_T_w33iFI6qwxG052hSOznkvSOiGt7AC0UDnrRUg97LTQCvs4W_NPIF9VRu_iSs0sO1A/s640/blogger-image-618201100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtN8Jz6zlsQMFs3V6CrHjPbqEmqK1KGGd_EhsDcUJZMl70cuXh8CP-ockDtwKp7idIigQsEUh_T_w33iFI6qwxG052hSOznkvSOiGt7AC0UDnrRUg97LTQCvs4W_NPIF9VRu_iSs0sO1A/s640/blogger-image-618201100.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>31 Weeks</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_BnbBxpHrM3yLg29jF2MEtanMmwlnuaqvBLwrUQw9ljxHe8RkPqVubR6U6nsl0GUyrCFuEWfKx17Elsl8x7vWD_4-1Btj5DtCV2LxVc9JUprVHdmRSbQJjpvY12yo0W2gs2F4tzREts/s640/blogger-image-154552102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_BnbBxpHrM3yLg29jF2MEtanMmwlnuaqvBLwrUQw9ljxHe8RkPqVubR6U6nsl0GUyrCFuEWfKx17Elsl8x7vWD_4-1Btj5DtCV2LxVc9JUprVHdmRSbQJjpvY12yo0W2gs2F4tzREts/s640/blogger-image-154552102.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div> </div>MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-67987897139300186472015-08-05T07:44:00.002-07:002015-08-05T07:44:54.919-07:0026 week sibling update... 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<i>Holy smokes; time has flown right by! I am the worst blogger ever. The time has come to really nail this sibling project down and get back into the swing of how Charlie's updates went! Here goes!</i></div>
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<b>Date: </b> August 5, 2015<br />
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<b>How Many Weeks: </b> 26 weeks<br />
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<b>Total Weight Gain: </b>About 14lbs!<br />
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<b>Baby Size: </b>Lettuce<br />
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<b>What is going on with this baby:</b><br />
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<li style="box-sizing: border-box;">Baby's eyes are forming, and will soon start to open.</li>
<li style="box-sizing: border-box;">The eyelashes are now grown, too.</li>
<li style="box-sizing: border-box;">Baby is getting it's immune system ready for life on the outside by soaking up my antibodies.</li>
<li style="box-sizing: border-box;">Baby is taking breaths, too. They're of amniotic fluid, not air, but it's still good practice.</li>
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<b>Maternity Clothes: </b>Oh, but of course! My wardrobe consists of a lot of sundresses, maxi skirts and tank tops these days... I am not complaining! I absolutely LOVE this weather!<b></b><br />
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<b>Sleep: </b>No complaints here! Although, I'm still waking up super tired and feeling exhausted during the daytime. I consistently have my daily "crash" around 2/2:30pm where I literally cannot stop yawning consecutively. It's really quite a sight to see!<br />
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<b>Movement: </b>There is no denying that this child is directly related to Charlie. We've got another little mover on our hands! I am blessed with nightly performances once again, but this time much later than Charlie's.<br />
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<b>Symptoms: </b>Some pretty significant shortness of breath and low blood pressure. I'm not dizzy anymore, but have episodes of not being able to catch my breath. Docs think it's related to my low iron and my iron supplement not working as well as they'd hoped. We shall see what these next few days/weeks present.<br />
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<b>Food Cravings/Aversions:</b> I cannot believe it; I don't want ice cream! I actually don't feel well after eating it. I am, however, pretty drawn to cake. Chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting. Delightful. But, the most demanding craving I have at the moment is a specific panini from a local bakery/deli located just across the street of my work; Wild Oats. I may or may not go there to purchase one every now and again. Or, maybe every other day?! I am just a little bit obsessed with them. No lie. The workers know me by name and are already writing down my order when I walk in. <br />
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<b>I'm looking forward to: </b>Relaxing! We are heading out on vacation next week with my brother and his expecting wife to Cape Cod! She's due the day before me! How funny is that?? <br />
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MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-76732557401782914822015-06-18T13:00:00.000-07:002015-06-18T13:00:03.681-07:0019 week sibling update... Surrogate Side19 weeks! Yowza! Almost halfway there.<br />
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Not much has really changed, but at least I'm not nauseous anymore! For crying out loud, all I want to do these days is eat! (Specifically Japanese food; veggie sushi rolls, seaweed salad, gyoza...) I'm still having shortness of breath and dizziness, but I'm hopeful those symptoms will subside soon enough!<br />
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I haven't had another appointment just yet, but have one scheduled for next week Wednesday. This will be our "big" appointment with our anatomy scan ultrasound where K&J will find out the sex of their baby! They just cannot wait to learn if it will be a boy or a girl. I was hoping they could hold out, but dangit, they just can't! LOL! So, notice I only said "K&J"...<br />
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Given that this will be my very last pregnancy ever, K has decided that I deserve to get the surprise birth I've always wanted, but never could have. With my own pregnancies, my husband just HAD to know and he wasn't going to be able to make it through the duration of the pregnancy without spilling the beans in some way or another. K&J and I tried to keep it a secret for Charlie's pregnancy, but the ultrasound technician didn't advise me to look away before he got to "that" area and low and behold there <i>he</i> was right on that screen for the whole world to see. When I said, "well, there goes that idea..." to the technician, he was surprised that I figured it out that quickly. I told him that this was not my first rodeo and there was no denying what I had seen.<br />
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Anyway, K is determined to prevent me from finding out. We'll see how this goes! <br />
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<br />MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-19058063535453178732015-06-03T13:04:00.000-07:002015-06-03T13:04:13.118-07:0017 week sibling update... Surrogate SideWell, hello there! I am just terrible these days with blog posts. Please forgive me!<br />
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So, there's quite a bit to update all of you on since my last post. I hadn't been feeling great at all; still nauseous much of the day, but no vomiting. I was having some pretty good headaches and one that really didn't want to go away. I was always so dizzy. I would get up and have to stop and hold onto something so I wouldn't fall over. I would even see stars. My most frustrating symptom at that point (<i>apart from being woken up in the middle of the night with the feeling of having to puke</i>) was some pretty significant shortness of breath. I'd barely take a few steps and would feel like I've run a marathon; not that I would know what that feels like because if any of you know me, you know that I don't run unless I'm being chased (wink, wink).<br />
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I've also had another appointment with my OB. The doctor took my blood pressure and had a weird look on her face. She asked if I was feeling okay. I shared the symptoms I was having and she told me that my blood pressure was significantly low. I was also diagnosed with iron deficiency anemia. The doctor hopes that taking the iron supplement will help my low blood pressure, too. <br />
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Baby is perfect with a heartbeat of 160. I was told I'm measuring large (ahem, what?!). But, that may be par for the course at this point. This is my fourth pregnancy... Doc wasn't concerned at all and pretty much had the same train of thought as me and added the fact that I do grow some big babes. She doesn't lie; they do end up being on the larger side... o_O<br />
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And I just love the pics of Charlie they send periodically. He is such a handsome little man! Watch out, ladies!!<br />
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<br />MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-4457141177915336442015-05-09T17:06:00.000-07:002015-05-09T17:06:34.039-07:00Faith, Hope, and Love.....Parents Side
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But the greatest of these is love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On Mother’s Day, I appreciate all the good things around me. My own mom, sister,
mother in law and grandmother and all they given me. </span><span lang="EN" style="color: #525252; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I feel so much more than gratitude for what
G has done not only for me—but for my entire family. She has taught and showed us the
true meaning of all these things. I hope that someday Charlie and his sibling can have a similar compassion for others, learn from G's kind heart, and know that they are always loved.</span></span></span></div>
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K&Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04602062544111368270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-71341521374327522152015-05-04T05:51:00.001-07:002015-05-04T05:52:24.999-07:00Let it grow... Surrogate SideFolks! The time has come where we just let the little HIPster grow on its own! NO MORE MEDS! WooHOO! My body sends its undying thanks!<br />
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K met up with me this past Tuesday to attend our nuchal-translucency scan (otherwise known as a sequential screening). This scan requires specific measurements of the baby's spinal fluid. Baby looked more like a baby this time and not so much like a blob; LOL! It was nice to see the baby moving all around. We've got another little jumping bean on our hands!! It's a running joke about Charlie always being on the move and I constantly kid that I called this when he was in the womb! <br />
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Following the ultrasound, I was directed to the lab to have my blood drawn. I won't even get into that. Let's just say I don't have much luck and I didn't get the "Lead Lab Attendant" this time around. Both arms for 1 tiny tube...<br />
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Anyway, not only were we able to see the little mover at the ultrasound, but we also had an appointment directly following with my OB. At that time, Dr. G greeted K and congratulated her on this new journey and joked that she didn't wait long and based that on the fact that I am getting old and reaching "advanced maternal age". Ha. Ha... Always a joker that Dr. G! <br />
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But, let's be honest. I think it is very clear that K has her heart set on dresses and bows.<br />
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And, since I'm pretty confident (LOL) that this baby is a boy, there is a greater likelihood that it is, in fact, a girl since I have been wrong EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. before. Could this be the one time I am right??<br />
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<li>I still feel like crap, but not as much like crap as before...</li>
<li>My porn star boobies have officially returned.</li>
<li>I am tired.</li>
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<li>My belly is beginning to grow, but it's in that awkward stage where it's not obviously a baby belly and could easily be confused with a muffin top.</li>
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MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-87095431972771200322015-04-14T08:19:00.000-07:002015-04-14T08:19:17.413-07:00First OB appointment... Surrogate SideSorry for the lapse in blog posts! There really hasn't been a good excuse except for the fact that I, quite honestly, have felt like crap these last few weeks. <br />
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I had my first "OB" appointment yesterday with my real doctor and not my monitoring clinic. Everything went really well. K was unable to attend due to prior commitments, but was available via phone for questions -- thank goodness! I had to complete some lengthy paperwork that is always a bit confusing when the baby you are carrying is not genetically linked to you... Most of the information requested was about anomalies that could be inherited genetically. So, K got a call so I could accurately complete the forms.<br />
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When I was called back for my appointment, it was like a crazy train of people congratulating me and wondering if this baby was for the same set of parents. They were all so excited. I let them know that this baby is a sibling for Charlie and they got all mushy. <br />
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During the appointment, we talked more about the logistics of the pregnancy and how things will play out. I assured them that everything will remain as it was last time around. I was also lucky enough to have a pelvic exam to complete the initial pregnancy testing for everything under the sun. <br />
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We were able to hear baby's heartbeat!! At 10 weeks along, the heartbeat was 172; busy little bee in there! She was only able to find the heartbeat that one time because HIPster is already a mover; just like it's brother was...<br />
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After the appointment, I was sent along my merry way to have my lab work drawn. As most of you know, I don't usually have the greatest luck with getting my blood drawn. This time around, I had the "Lead Lab Attendant" and, obviously, I had some high hopes. I got lucky; this guy was good. During the time he was draining my veins to fill the 7 vials of blood, he asked me if this was my first. I chuckled and said, "No; this is my fourth." He looked a little stunned and asked how old they all are. I shared that my own two children are 4 and 5 years old and Charlie was 15 months. He then said, since I was pretty much an expert when it came to this that I probably already knew that I also had to leave a urine sample. I knew, but I also had to just leave a sample about 30 minutes ago for my doctor! I gave it my best effort.<br />
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So, apart from still feeling like shit, things are going really well. Baby is healthy and growing and we await our next appointment. We have the nuchal-translucency scan in two weeks! K will be joining!!MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-66416306131212071032015-03-28T07:59:00.000-07:002015-03-28T08:20:17.564-07:00Ultrasound..IP SideThe time had finally (almost) come. We were counting down the days for the first ultrasound to determine if we saw a heartbeat, if things looked okay so far and if there was 1 baby or 2. The night before I was headed to meet G, J and I both started feeling like we were coming down with the stomach virus that was going around. Much to my dismay I was unable to make the 3-4 hour drive to meet G for the ultrasound as I was just feeling pretty crappy. I was so disappointed but knew that G would update us as soon as she could! As the time grew near we kept staring at my cell phone and like magic this sweet picture phone appeared with the following phrase.<br />
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One baby! Heartbeat 130. 7w1day and due 11/10/15.</div>
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This was amazing news! We couldn't believe it. G and I agreed it both felt "real." During the course of this cycle, things on my end didn't look great. My response to the medications was poor, my ovarian reserve was worse than before and overall my poorest cycle yet in terms of stimulation response. At one point the nurse even said to me, if things do not improve Dr. B may consider canceling this cycle. I didn't tell G this because I didn't want to worry her, and I kept telling the nurse, I know I can do this, please have Dr. B give me a few more days. So here we are, another miracle. This process really is crazy, only words of advice I can give is to enjoy the ride . I know without a doubt that if wasn't for G we wouldn't have been the proudest parents in the world to Charlie and soon to be parents to the "HIP." We aren't out of the woods yet, around 8 weeks now but staying positive. K&Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04602062544111368270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-14987552459166360412015-03-24T08:55:00.000-07:002015-03-24T08:55:05.185-07:00Ultrasound tomorrow... Surrogate Side<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Just a quick post:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Things have been moving right along. I have begun to have some unpleasant symptoms of early pregnancy; nausea being the most significant. I am also pretty tired. Well, actually, it is more like exhausted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Otherwise, things are good. Can't complain, really! We're pregnant!!!!</span>MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-50851225390751315992015-03-06T12:23:00.002-08:002015-03-06T12:24:51.572-08:00Beta #2... Surrogate Side<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Just a quick update... </span><br />
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I am currently 4 weeks pregnant!! What?! Yep. According to the due date calculator for IVF pregnancies, I am 4 weeks, 1 day pregnant as of today. And, we are due 11/12/2015. This still hasn't hit me yet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I went in for my follow-up beta blood test this morning to be sure that my levels are progressing appropriately from our last blood test on Wednesday morning. According to the Gods of reproduction, beta levels (hCG), should double every 48-72 hours. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Here's a table that shows average levels by weeks:</span><br />
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<li style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.3em;">3 weeks LMP: 5 – 50 mIU/ml</li>
<li style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.3em;">4 weeks LMP: 5 – 426 mIU/ml</li>
<li style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.3em;">5 weeks LMP: 18 – 7,340 mIU/ml</li>
<li style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.3em;">6 weeks LMP: 1,080 – 56,500 mIU/ml</li>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am 4 weeks along so my levels should be between 5 - 426. The nurse just called me a bit ago and revealed our latest number... dun, dun, dun... <span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b>431!</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A good strong number! The nurse was pleased that it more than doubled in two days and let me know that we will have an early ultrasound in 2 - 2.5 weeks. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was in touch with K and she, too, is super excited! I think J was excited, too, because I was told that he shared that they were having another baby with the Dunkin' Donuts worker! Bahahahaha!!! Love it!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Here's to more waiting!! o_O</span></div>
MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-2803128260239744572015-03-04T18:04:00.001-08:002015-03-04T18:05:41.057-08:00Beta #1... Surrogate SideI finished all of my home pregnancy tests; all six of them! I'm a POAS maniac. I love watching the positive line appear.<br />
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Each test indicated a progression in the right direction. The last couple of tests showed the indicator line as darker than the control line -- wooHOO! What a great feeling to "watch" this pregnancy progress. Every morning, K received a pic with each additional test progression. </div>
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Our beta blood test was this morning! Although we kinda already knew the results, I was a little bit nervous to hear the actual number... Was it too low? Too high? Were all my pee tests faulty?? </div>
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I am a very impatient person. My lab appointment was at 8am and they told me that the IVF clinic will have my results by 11am. Around noon, I texted K to see if she had heard anything. Nope. At 2pm I got a phone call from the clinic. I picked up the phone thinking, "this is it!" To my surprise, the nurse simply was calling to see if I had even gone to my lab appointment because they hadn't received the results yet. I assured her that I did and she then asked that I follow up with my monitoring clinic and ask them to fax it over. So I did. </div>
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A good strong number! A little high for my liking, but still a good strong number. (<i>As a comparison and the reason for my worry, Charlie's first beta, who's pregnancy began as twins, was 151...</i>) But! There's no need to fear things now. </div>
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MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-57433932283293332762015-02-28T13:03:00.001-08:002015-02-28T13:06:08.906-08:00POAS #1 (and #2)... Surrogate SideAfter our transfer last Saturday, K and I talked about how long we should wait before testing using a home pregnancy test. The clinic has their standard two week wait time for a scheduled blood test, but that is just waaaayy too long to wait; for me at least. K and I both knew we would try testing at home before our beta on March 4th, but when...?<br />
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K is a heck of a lot more reserved than I am and said Sunday, March 1st. I had another date in mind; Friday, February 27th - 6 days past our transfer date. We had a positive that early with Charile, but he was also a twin. I decided to take it day by day and see how I felt as time progressed. </div>
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A day after our transfer, I got ill. Coincidentally, I caught some bug that was going around and had a fever, chills, headache and some pretty intense body aches. I didn't have any nausea (thank God), but didn't feel good at all. I really don't like taking meds (and especially during pregnancy or potential pregnancy), but I had to get my fever under control. I texted K and let her know how I was feeling and she agreed that I had to take something for the fever. I took Tylenol pretty regularly and it helped significantly. </div>
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I stayed home from work on Monday and made the fatal error to keep my daughter home with me instead of bringing her to daycare. Well, I take that back. She was an angel and played perfectly and quietly throughout the day, but the fatal part was that she wanted to be fed. She wanted lunch, dammit. I gathered up all my strength to make her macaroni and cheese for lunch and that was when it hit me. Remember when I said I wasn't nauseated at all? Well, the smell of the pasta cooking sent me over the edge and to hugging the toilet. I never did throw up, but it was bad. Bad enough for me to curl up on the bathroom floor and pray. But! That was the only time I felt that way. I never once had another bout of nausea. </div>
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<i>Hmmm... Pregnancy related or sickness related?? Haha! Probably only sickness related, but totally makes your mind wonder!</i></div>
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Well, the remainder of the week trickled on and Thursday arrived. K had asked how I had been feeling and asked me what my gut feeling was. I told her that I thought I was pregnant. As crazy as it seems, I was yawning all the time (to the point of embarrassment during a meeting) and my sense of smell was considerably heightened. I know, these symptoms could very well be in my head, but I've been around this block a time or two (or three). I could also feel some magic happening down there (wink, wink).</div>
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<br />K&Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04602062544111368270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-66795433895221582312015-02-24T17:03:00.001-08:002015-02-24T17:03:46.391-08:00We have a "HIP", folks... Surrogate SideOur transfer was Saturday and given my past excursions to the clinic (and being late the last time I went), I was determined to not be late. On any normal day, without traffic, it should take about 2.5 hours to get to the IVF clinic from my house. The last time I made the trek, I gave myself an extra hour to allow for traffic; I was STILL late. This time, I planned for an additional almost two hours. I spoke with K the night before and she was like, "Nooooo! It's the weekend and there won't be as much traffic!" I decided to compromise and leave myself the one extra hour (and would totally blame her if I were to be late - hehe!).<div><br></div><div>That said, K was right. There wasn't any traffic and I arrived a whole hour early. Lol! Not a big deal; I totally rested in my nice warm car until K arrived and then we made our way inside where we chatted and caught up. I tell you, she is like family to me. Our nurse even asked if we were sisters! </div><div><br></div><div>I did things right this time; I wasn't late (!) and I didn't over fill my bladder. (The things you learn after a few times... wink, wink). </div><div><br></div><div>After we chatted a while, we were called back for the procedure. We were set up at a different station as the past two times and had a new nurse. I told K we have a fresh start. The reproductive endocrinologist (RE) came to talk with us about the embryos and expressed that the two that fertilized are good. One embryo was an average 11-cell while the other was a PERFECT 8-cell that was labeled a "HIP". K and I both looked at each other in question. What the heck was a "HIP"?</div><div><br></div><div>According to the RE, a "HIP" is an embryo with "high implant potential". We're like, Oooooh YEAAAAHH! This was such great news! After learning that only 2 of the 8 eggs fertilized, this was a breath of fresh air. </div><div><br></div><div>After our brief consultation about the quality of the embryos, we were brought back to the procedure room where we were joined by, get this, a student nurse who would like to witness the procedure. (Have I not said before that I must have a neon sign on my forehead that reads, pick me! Pick me!!??) </div><div><br></div><div>As I adjust myself on the table and the nurse tries her best to save some of my dignity with a sheet, the entire medical staff (or so it feels like) flock into my room to watch me during the awkward situation. </div><div><br></div><div><i>Why is it that men get into this field?? The RE was an old man (who is the one who really gets down and dirty during the transfer) and the ultrasound technician (who uses this technology to help guide the catheter to the right spot in my uterus) was also a man. I don't get it.</i></div><div><br></div><div>Anyway, when the embryos were successfully transferred, I got covered back up and could go back to dress and use the restroom. The nurse loved our "lucky" socks!</div><div><br></div><div>I made the trip back home with the precious cargo in tow. </div><div><br></div><div>And now onto the dreaded two week wait. Tick tock, tick tock. Our pregnancy test is scheduled for Wednesday, March 4th. Haha, yeah right. There is no way I will be able to wait that long. </div><div><br></div><div>Pee sticks will commence soon! Ahhh!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILwfJLOhKQ4gDW1SxZwPp0KqMgrbeEUg2I7jBeEj1QMjQP1EDVs6_pf6J0QoA4TeEERsouCrMv4Pg0f9lgqyKv0WuHp3vr9wl7Zouvkl-pwOJ3RrhUx4BoIFl7mEGtXK25vGeM6Csslw/s640/blogger-image-294854786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILwfJLOhKQ4gDW1SxZwPp0KqMgrbeEUg2I7jBeEj1QMjQP1EDVs6_pf6J0QoA4TeEERsouCrMv4Pg0f9lgqyKv0WuHp3vr9wl7Zouvkl-pwOJ3RrhUx4BoIFl7mEGtXK25vGeM6Csslw/s640/blogger-image-294854786.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-88757757588471787882015-02-20T08:57:00.000-08:002015-02-20T10:21:16.211-08:00K's a ROCKSTAR... Surrogate Side<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I asked if they happened to know if the transfer was confirmed for Saturday and she told me yes, but they wouldn't have a time yet. I would find out the time the day before the procedure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is something to say about being a surrogate and having patience... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I finally got the call for the time of transfer and my excitement suddenly peaked. It's getting real again! I immediately log onto Amazon to place an order for pee sticks!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I was searching for good deals for First Response Early Result home pregnancy tests, I received a text from K. She notified me of our transfer time (just in case I hadn't heard from the clinic yet) and also shared that out of the 8 eggs that were retrieved, only 2 were fertilized. This was disappointing news for both of us; especially K. Given the historically not-so-great quality of the eggs, we have chosen to transfer 3 embryos each time to increase our chances that at least one will attach and grow. Unfortunately, this time around, we don't have a choice of which embryos will be best since we will have to transfer the only 2 that fertilized. This was heartbreaking for K. She felt defeated. But, I made it very clear to her that she is a ROCKSTAR! There are not many women who could endure all of what she has been through in life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We. Will. Get. There. We WILL stay positive!</span><br />
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MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360705235110728997.post-47956724810445929082015-02-16T18:21:00.001-08:002015-02-16T18:35:08.157-08:00Cycle update... Surrogate SideWell, there's been some progress with our next attempt at a sibling for the big guy! I've been diligently taking my meds as directed (only one itty, bitty mistake that wouldn't cause any issues - hopefully! <i>I inadvertently changed my estrogen patch one day early... </i>o_O).<i> </i><div><br></div><div>I went for my monitoring appointment to check the fluffiness of my uterine lining and she never ceases to amaze me. My uterus was on point and exceeded desirable expectations. I was instructed to continue my meds as prescribed and wait for K to be ready for her part. </div><div><br></div><div>K ever-so-patiently awaited the arrival of her period so she could begin her meds to stimulate follicle growth. She's such a trooper; her meds are heavy duty and cause significant discomfort for her. But, instead of complaining about it, she forgets about her own pain and asks how I am doing; always looking out for others! Just like at the birth of baby Charlie! She was always making sure I was okay, comfortable and well hydrated! Lol! </div><div><br></div><div>I digress...</div><div><br></div><div>So, she's been to a few monitoring appointments and, although her follicles have been slow-growing (which is quite normal for her), she was told that they can see at least 9 eggs! She was given her retrieval date -- THIS Wednesday morning!</div><div><br></div><div>Once she undergoes the surgery for the egg retrieval, they will be fertilized by J's sperm and be left to grow for 3 days. At some point during that time, the embryos will be helped along by a procedure called "assisted hatching". I'm not an expert with that technology, but I guess it helps the embryos attach better to the fluffiness and grow. Charlie was also helped along by that same process.</div><div><br></div><div>So, although we have not been "officially" informed by the clinic of our date of transfer, both K and I anticipate that we'll see each other on Saturday adorned in our "lucky socks" for another round!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQgA-wXTKSXQTLdZdYLevSKDSjXQUkHCYrSM322NqlWgXuzFiTG1MikzvAxF-3zhipdlTQYnsyiUCDrsMexhh_RpljkKOH-YjQLtrh7Dg-Fe3EJZZsLW_qw2lm4P3c6E0Uz2zula_vSU/s640/blogger-image--1420349961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQgA-wXTKSXQTLdZdYLevSKDSjXQUkHCYrSM322NqlWgXuzFiTG1MikzvAxF-3zhipdlTQYnsyiUCDrsMexhh_RpljkKOH-YjQLtrh7Dg-Fe3EJZZsLW_qw2lm4P3c6E0Uz2zula_vSU/s640/blogger-image--1420349961.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div><i>...the date of this next transfer just HAS to be lucky because I am skipping out on girls' night out to see 50 Shades of Grey (which has been planned for a year and a half)... </i></div><div><br></div><div>Bahahaha!</div>MommaG2CandBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502735888542133445noreply@blogger.com0