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I’m kind of a sweat whore and really miss being able to go to the gym for a good hard work out and then hit the steam room. For now I settle for walking the dogs, pregnancy pilates (love this!) and pregnancy yoga.
I also miss drinking wine. I haven’t had a glass of wine since May 2010. I can hear all my friends now, “WHAAAT? No way!” Because, you see, I used to drink wine almost every night at dinner. EVERY night. And now I settle for water. WATER. I can’t wait to turn that water into wine again, which will be awhile since I’ll be breastfeeding. Bless the soul who invented breast pumps so I will be able to enjoy evenings of good food and wine!
I’ve been lucky (knock on wood) so far. Most days I still forget I’m pregnant until I try and bend down and tie my shoes. I thought it would be much harder than this. Maybe that’s why the delivery part is called “labor” because that’s the true hard part.
I’ve been posting more than one of these pictures each week so that by next week, we’ll be caught up to real time. See Week 24
For years I thought that when I got pregnant I’d just get a c-section. Made sense to me. Why go through all those hours of labor and pain when they could just lift the baby out in about 5 minutes? It seems like everyone is doing it these days. I even scheduled one for Week 39 just in case the baby was still in my belly AND because the ultra sound technician kept scaring me with reports that his weight and head size were large and ahead of schedule. I had nightmare thoughts about his head getting stuck or a shoulder and an emergency c-section after hours of labor. Ouch!
But as the pregnancy went on, I changed my mind. The more I thought about it, surgery no longer sounded like a good idea and I wanted to deliver the good old fashioned way! I cancelled the c-section.
Then as week 40 was approaching, my Doctor said she would only allow the pregnancy to go on for one more week at the most. I guess the placenta begins to die and not supply the baby with enough oxygen and nutrients and the rate of still birth increases as time goes on. Ok, I agreed to be induced and get the delivery going.
I was admitted to the hospital and they realized I was already having contractions – a good sign this would go smoothly! They hooked me up to an IV of Pitocin around 8pm and the contractions became strong and steady for 12 hours. 12 hours! 12 hours of contractions, cramping and little sleep.
Joe stayed in the room with me on the most uncomfortable reclining chair I’ve ever seen. It was like a joke. Although I doubt Joe thought it was funny while he tried to sleep on it all night. Maybe they purposely make them uncomfortable? They figure why let the guy sit there in luxury and get sleep as their woman aches in pain for hours?
After those 12 cramping, sleepless hours, nothing was happening. Nothing! No progress. This baby did not want to leave my belly.
The options presented to me were to do the c-section now, or go home for a few days and see if I go into labor on my own. Really? Go into labor on my own? After all this help and it didn’t work? I really doubted that would happen. At least not within days.
I decided that since I was already checked into the hospital and already been denied any food, it was best to do it NOW before I could go home to think and stress about it. And that’s how this pregnancy became yet another c-section statistic.
Look, I know it’s cliché to say that time flies. BUT, TIME FLIES! Sarah is already ONE year old today.
And even though we celebrated birthday(s) a few weeks ago with the frogs, today is her official day. So I will still give her some birthday treatment.
It’s so fun to see little newborn raisins develop into little monkeys – just look at the changes! Here’s a video of her first days home with us:
And then here’s a little “song and dance” video she put together for you when she was roughly 7 months old. She wasn’t doing much standing yet – still in her planking phase. But she still wanted to dance! So without further ado…
Happy Birthday #1 Sarah!
I got a call to audition for a feature film when Sarah was just 3 weeks old. I asked the casting director, “You want me to what? Leave the house? I don’t remember how to do that…”
I’d just spent the last three weeks at home recovering from the c-section and feeding Sarah around the clock so forget that it was for an interesting project. I was just excited to leave the house! Alone. Able to use both hands at once. I felt so free on the drive there. I felt like shouting “Look Ma, both hands! I have BOTH hands to use AT ONCE!” And no one needs me to change their diaper, or feed them, or make them lunch, or read them a story, or… oh my goodness THIS is what it’s like to be single and childless… aaand still searching for Mr. Right. To hook-up with. And start a family. Ha!
Having been pregnant since 2010 (first Max and then Sarah), I really hadn’t paid much attention to Hollywood. Or was it more that Hollywood hadn’t paid much attention to me? It seems that no one in this town wants to hire a pregnant woman!
So when the casting director was explaining to me that I should be excited about this audition/project because Terrence Malick was directing, I said “Who?”
I had no idea who she was talking about. Maybe I’d have understood if she’d said it in baby talk? “T” is for Terrence and “M” is for…
And the reason to be excited, I was told, was because Terrence directed Oscar nominated “The Tree of Life” with Brad Pitt and Sean Penn.
But you see, this year, I don’t even remember the Oscar’s happening. I’m sure I was measuring my once again growing belly from Sarah, changing Max’s diaper, getting spit up on, doing laundry, making a bottle… all at the same time.
And the year before? I spent the Oscars having a baby shower. Literally, ON the day of the Oscar’s I had my baby shower for Max in 2011.
The Oscar’s before all these babies?
Now you ask, “Did you book the part in the film?” Why, thanks for asking. Yes, yes I did. And that’s all I can tell you about it for now. Like I’ve said before, they make everyone sign confidentiality agreements these days. Mums the word until the film is out and by then you’ll know for yourself if I made the cut or not.
