Transposition of the wha....

Two weeks ago I had my level 2 sonogram done. I saw two perfect little legs, two perfect little arms, perfect fingers and toes, and a beautifully shaped head. I also learned with great excitement that my beautiful blob is a beautiful blobbett. After seeing all the wonder I noticed the doctor was really spending a long time looking at her heart. Oh no, I thought, is her heart running too fast? No the heart rate was fine. Completely in the norm. However, "she has Transposition of the great vessels." Transpo..what? "Transposition of the great vessels is a condition in which the two major arteries coming from the heart do not twist in opposite directions. This makes it so the oxygenated blood does not flow properly through the body. ....At this point everything is getting blurry and my hearing is fuzzy. "Surgery will be necessary within 10 days after birth and she will need to be in the NICU until that point..."Is she going to be okay???? "Success rate is very high for this surgery. We need to do an amniocentesis to make sure everything else is okay."....Whatever the baby needs..... I need to talk to my husband...

Thankfully during this whole ordeal my mom and sister Liz were right next to me asking the necessary questions and being extremely supportive. After getting home I was able to do some research on it. I felt very comforted after the research. Basically my Beautiful blobina has a heart condition that means her oxygenated blood will not flow properly to her extremities without surgery. It is a more common condition than people know. If surgery is not performed chances of survival past a year are extremely slim. However, they have been performing this particular surgery for almost 30 years now with nearly a 98% success rate. If performed withing the first week of life there is even a chance that her heart will be very healthy later in life and that scar tissue will not even be visible.

I know that God is looking out for my beautiful girl. I know that God would never give her or I something we could not handle in life. She is in God's hands and I am comforted to know that He is in control and not myself.

My beautiful little blobbett is well on her way and will be extremely loved when she gets here. She will be happy and God willing healthy very soon.

A girl does what a girl has to do

Cravings I believe, are probably my most enjoyable side effect of pregnancy. Unfortunately, I can't always go right out and satisfy them. Sometimes I have to wait or figure out how to satisfy them with an alternative. This is one of those times. I have been dying to have a chocolate chip cookie. You know the Chewy Chips Ahoy kind? MMMMM..... Sorry, I got a little sidetracked there. At any rate, I can't very well just run out and buy some at the moment. Sorry Beautiful Blob, but the cookie will have to wait. Instead I decided I will have to make do with an alternative. What do I have in my pantry. Soup? No, that won't do. Jello? Certainly not! Baked Beans? Yuck! Pudding? Ah yes, that has potential. Graham crackers? Perfect! So of course I crumbled up the graham crackers in my pudding and "tada!" an alternative that was very satisfying indeed was made. Hmm I wonder what the next craving shall be....... Garlic Bread!!!!! My Beautiful Blob has amazing taste in food.

Growing pains

Growing pains have more meaning than they used to. As a kid I experienced growing pains. I even have little stretch marks on my legs to prove it. However this morning while finally deciding to clean and organize my closet I came to startling realization. Growing pains are not just in reference to the pain in my side as my abdomen increasingly becomes more and more round. Growing pains are looking at your cute little jacket with a three inch waist and realizing you are probably never going to fit back in that again. Now I am not sitting here feeling sorry for myself for two reasons. The first is that I know I very well could get my teeny figure back. More importantly however, the second means that if I do not I get to buy more clothes, and if I have a daughter she will love me for life with all the cute clothes I will be able to hand her way. I know I always loved raiding my mothers closet. OH wait....I still do! Wow, maybe I should raid hers again since I'm probably closer to her size now. Hmmm the possibilities. Praise God for growing pains!

Blob needs room

Until one reaches the point of having children I don't think having enough room is truly understood. When Sean and I were first married we lived in a little one bedroom apartment. It was a tight squeeze. After about a year we decided it was time to buy a home. In the beginning of our search we started pretty small. I remember looking at two bedroom 1300 sq ft homes. They were cute, but all I could ever think of is they were too small. Home after home our agent showed us and I repeated the same sentiments. It's really cute but I think we need bigger! We finally found our home. A 1850 sq ft, three bedroom, two bathroom home. It was perfect. It's amazing how fast life takes you on it's roller coaster. Within less than a year here we are with all the rooms filled. My father-in-law moved in and within just a couple of months our Beautiful Blob made his/her presence known. So here I am cleaning out the office to make room for Beautiful Blob.

Yesterday as Blob was stretching and kicking inside me as usual, my stomach began to ache. Nausea soon followed and I was feeling a little blue. After walking around and then trying to relax in hopes the discomfort would leave, I came to a realization. The baby, like his mother wanted a real estate upgrade. The stomach (apartment) was just too tight. I'm sorry I can't offer a 1200sq ft upgrade. However my Blob is a trooper and true to form he decided to do what he could about the situation. So he moved around furniture. However in this case it was my intestines. Thankfully today he seems to be content with his newly redecorated home and now I only have one thing to do, apply that stretch cream and make room for Blob.
See you soon little one!

My bladder is not a trampoline!

Dear Beautiful Blob,
This is your mother speaking. My bladder is not a trampoline. Please stop jumping on it. Further more my liver is not a punching bag and my pancreas is not your first ball to be kicked. Now if you want to do somersaults by all means enjoy.
love, Mom

Nesting

I never thought nesting was real. I figured it was a made up syndrome pregnant women used as an excuse to get things clean. Well, after experiencing this personally I'm still undecided on what exactly this symptom is. However, I do know one thing. I have this sudden need to get my house cleaned and organized! Now for those of you who know me well, you know I am completely okay with messy and comfortable. (Case one) My bedroom for my entire life. (Case two) My house.
I don't think I need to explain any more. You can all see the validity of my point. So can anyone explain to me why every waking moment of my day is spent straightening and organizing? Even in my dreams I picture a perfectly clean and organized house. Everything has it's place. It's like I have been possessed by Mr. Clean! I realize my husband looks like him...Sorry getting sidetracked here... Seriously though, nesting is real. Whether it's an excuse or a real condition I may never know. But I do know one thing. It is happening to me. All I have left is one thing. Embrace my destiny to have a clean home. *Sigh*

Hiccups

Yesterday I was alerted by a very strange series of kicks. They were completely rhythmic, about 1.5 seconds apart. After some perplexing thought I realized this must be the hiccups! It lasted about 30 seconds and then it was over. I immediately called Sean to let him know and he mentioned the kid must take after me. I really hope not for our beautiful blobs sake! I have been cursed with the phantom hiccups since before birth according to my mother. As a child I hiccuped over a hundred times in succession at least twice a day. I used to sit and count. I learned how to count well due to those hiccups. 67 68 69....83 84...102 103 Now I get to count our blobs!