Sunday, January 26, 2014

How Wonderful to be a Woman

Soon, soon, soon. I cannot sleep, the baby flutter kicks in my tummy, and acid reflux is plaguing me. In less than 14 hours it will be over. 

As my husband and I said our prayers for the evening it struck me how much I love my vocation. It is a rightness I can feel. Having a dozen children wouldn't change mind. Society and modern culture run screaming away from responsibility, selflessness, and children. I'm told I should be feeling repressed, beaten down, and embittered. I feel none of those things, quite the opposite really. 

Growing up, I felt lost. I couldn't figure out if I was born in the wrong time or if society was just plain crazy. I've come to the determination that society is crazy. 

All of my research into nutrition and health has brought me surprising revelations. Women are very specially designed. Here are a few cool tidbits:

- Our body stores special fat known as DHA on our hips and thighs. Until we put on enough DHA, our periods won't start. DHA is the brain development fat for babies. 

- Our hip joints move in a circular motion, whereas men's hip joints move linear. This is so we can still walk while pregnant and the baby's head is engaged in the pelvis. 

- Women have hormones that flood the system making it possible to function on broken sleep

- Women can multi-task to care for children (like cooking and watching children at the same time)

- We produce milk to feed our young, stealing from our body's stores if eating unbalanced meals

- We have sharper senses than men (more taste buds, better sense of smell, etc) 

- We have a higher pain threshold. 

We are designed specifically to have children and care for them. Denying this basic biological fact is a serious disservice to the female gender. There will always be a few who are more androgynous. There will always be those who are dissatisfied with their lot in life. Just don't make me dissatisfied with my life as if I'm missing out on something fabulous because I'd rather have a family. Life is hard. I'd rather live it in the service of another than for myself (I know, how un-American of me). 

Thank you dear Lord for making me a woman. Thank you for my loving and supportive husband. Thank you for my beautiful children. 

Saturday, January 25, 2014

A Day and a Half to go...

Not far to go now. In 38 hours I should have our newest baby in my arms, or at least on my chest. What I am not looking forward to? The c-section. I hate hospitals, I hate surgery, I hate drugs. I wish I could just skip all of that and be home with my baby. Alas, it is not to be so and I must endure all of that. 

I think this time I have a better perspective of what I need to bring with me and what to expect. 

With my first child it was an emergency 11 days before the due date. I was expecting Pilot to come on Thanksgiving or later (my mom was 10 days late with me and my brothers) and I was looking forward to an un-medicated labor and delivery. God had other plans. Recovery was not what I expected either as I shared my closet like room with multiple roommates. A nurse even made me cry by guilt tripping me on my baby's weight loss at 1am. So uncool. First time mommyhood is rough. 

The second delivery was also not what I expected. I was hoping for a VBAC but two days past due and the hospital had me in their clutches once more. At least that time I got a room of my own that I didn't have to share. All was fine but for a few nurses. One wouldn't give me my low dose pain meds unless I called for them and the other kept trying to give me wheat insisting that it wasn't wheat. 

This time I hope I'm more prepared. I plan on having a cooler with homemade deviled eggs, fruit, nuts, and water. I also plan on keeping track of when I'm allowed to have my pain meds. I don't do anything stronger than 800 mg of Motrin since I'm very sensitive to anything else. Then I plan on begging the doctor to release me as soon as possible. He thinks maybe Wednesday if all looks well. Cross my fingers and hope.

One thing racing around in my brain is how much weight will I lose. This, I think, is the most exciting thing, apart from the baby, that we women get to look forward to. I am officially 20 lbs lighter this pregnancy than I was with my last two. I started at the same weight with all my pregnancies but this one is amazing in how much I did not gain. I suspect I will get to my pre-pregnancy weigh by Valentines day and hopefully my wedding weight by Easter. My new diet has me wondering where my weight will stop during breastfeeding and where it will end when breastfeeding is over. My hands rub with glee as I indulge in some improper and immoral vanity. *sigh*

So, maybe to knock my vanity down a peg or two I should be honest and admit what I weigh. I'm 5'4" and should weigh between 108 lbs and 145 lbs. 

High school weight (1995) - 140 lbs
Military weight (1996) - 145 lbs (got in trouble for that a lot)
2001 weight - 188 lbs
2002 weight (Atkins) - 135 lbs
2004 weight (tore my ankle) - 165 lbs
2006 weight (started martial arts) - 185 lbs
2008 weight (got my black belt) - 165 lbs
Wedding weight (2009) - 160 lbs
Just pregnant weight (2010) - 175 lbs
Delivery weight (2010) - 224 lbs
Just pregnant weight (2011) - 175 lbs
Delivery weight (2012) - 224 lbs
Just pregnant weight (2013) - 175 lbs
This morning's weight (2014) - 203 lbs

All I changed was not eating dairy, like milk and cheese. I also don't eat grains, which includes wheat, oats, rice and corn. I keep my meals boring on purpose, so I get minimal cravings. We will see how I do. If I do well, you may start to see photos of me on my blog. Haha. 

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

A few more days

Five days. That's all that is left. On Monday I have the c-section and our newest little member will join the world of the living and breathing. I'm not sure how I feel about it. In a way I'd rather not mess with our family dynamic and have to alter routines to make everything work again but then I can't wait to have no more GERD or pubic bone pain. I've taken to not doing much in the way of contemplation of the future and have chosen instead to live more in the now. The future will come soon enough. 

Pilot is sweet and endearing. He's working hard on articulating himself and said quite a mouthful just yesterday, stating that he wanted the glockenspiel. He has his moments though. When he gets too tired and can't handle life anymore he goes from placid to tears, throwing stuff, and kicking walls or toys. He's thankfully never violent to people, only stuff. I will be so relieved when he is better able to deal with his emotions, wants, and needs. 

Hero is now Mr. Silly. He is constantly throwing himself into your arms from every perch. He has no fear which makes things challenging in trying to protect him from himself. It will be so interesting to see how he handles the new baby. I'm not worried too much about Pilot because he does so well with verbal commands but Hero could care less about what your orders are. He just wants to be at the center of it all. 

I love my boys and can't wait for the newest one to make his entance. 

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Three Weeks Left

Seriously, I cannot believe all the comments I am recieving as of late. Yesterday, I went to Joanns and Target alone while the boys were napping. I was stopped three times with the comment that I must be about ready to deliver soon by three different people. I have a month left if you go by my due date. Today, while at Sams Club with my little family the checker said I looked like I was walking funny and when was the baby due. My goodness, do I waddle so badly?

On the homefront, Pilot is finally hitting his tantrum phase. The tears both last night and tonight were dramatic to say the least. He's also been stating that it's, "Too hard" to share or be nice to his brother. In the realm of sweetness, Pilot was peddling around the backyard while my husband cut my hair telling me, "Mommy, you so pretty" over and over again. I love how sweet little children can be. There is no duplicity in their nature. 

Hero is talking up a storm with all his, "no"'s and, "mine". We must have about three dozen words he uses. I'm so happy for him. He'll be outpacing Pilot in no time.