Just when I thought I would be pregnant forever.

The little girl not only heard me, but she came out with a vengeance to show me what’s up.

Allow me to apologize in advance for not Tweeting, posting, or e-mailing this announcement sooner.

But I’ve been a bit busy.

Ya know, having a baby and all.

This past weekend I went from a meager 2-centimeters dilated to pushing out a 7-pound kid in less time than it takes the cheap Chinese bus to drive from New York City to Boston.

If I was uncertain if I would ever have another child, I am now 100% clear on my decision.

Ain’t no way.

I fear that if I ever go into labor again, there’s a chance I’ll make the 11 o’clock news for birthing a baby in a Wendy’s bathroom stall after consuming an X-large chili at lightening speed.

I’ll have to go into the nightmarish gory details about my labor and delivery process another time.

So without further ado, allow me to introduce the newest addition to the ’sodes family.

Babisodes 2.0*

Born March 21st, 2010 at 1:05am

Is she not the sweetest little orange-y faced baby ever?

She is sporting quite a Glow-worm look due to elevated jaundice.  As a result she is sun-bathing under phototherapy in the hospital for another day or two.

So you’ll have to pardon my absence for a bit while I bask in the glow for a few more days.

I’ll be around, but just not as much. I am suffering from extreme-sleep-deprived-new-mom-delirium.

Besides, I have a few more days worth of pain meds and Colace.  Thank GOD for Colace!

Colace and breast pumps.

Thatisall.

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*I lied.  That is not all.

Can you help me out?  What do you think the new baby’s blog name should be?  Should Babisodes be upgraded to Kiddosodes or something else so the new baby can be Babisodes?  Should I just stop this nonsense and give them actual names already?   Are you even still reading this?

Tell me your thoughts in the comments.  Thankyouverymuch.

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]]> http://www.momisodes.com/she-heard-me-loud-and-clear/feed 150 http://www.momisodes.com/can-you-hear-me-now http://www.momisodes.com/can-you-hear-me-now#comments Fri, 19 Mar 2010 01:45:34 +0000 Momisodes http://www.momisodes.com/?p=4306 Somewhere along the way, my intuition must have lost it’s signal.

From full bars to none, in the last nine months I feel as if I’ve exhausted my energy trying to get by.  I gaze outside, searching for something recognizable, a connection that will lead me to a familiar place.  Like a freeway off-ramp to a different town, but must surely be the one that leads you to where you want to go.

Or so it seems.

Back in July, I somehow tested positive on a pregnancy test after a final round of Clomid.

After a year of trying to conceive, endless medical tests, and medication side effects, I had had little hope that month.  But a stroke of luck proved me wrong.

I never imagined this path would be straight or evenly paved.   Especially since this is not my first time down this road.  Albeit 5 years since my last pregnancy, I figured I would recognize, perhaps even anticipate, some of the twists and turns along the way.

The lack of morning sickness, carrying low, a lower fetal heart rate, all pointed in the direction of a boy.  All unfamiliar from when I had my girl.

Alas, I was wrong again.  The sonographer saw a taco, not a hot dog.

As early as 18 weeks pregnant, I already began having contractions.  None of them strong or too alarming, but contractions nonetheless.  In my previous pregnancy I began preterm labor at 25 weeks and was placed on bed rest until I gave birth at 38 weeks.

This time around, due to the earlier contractions, I had high hopes that this baby would be our first sign of spring after a long, bizarre weathered winter.

But today, at 39 weeks pregnant, there is still little indication of this baby vacating the premises anytime soon.  Birthing Babisodes at 38 weeks was incredibly difficult due to her size, and I worry that if this child cooks for much longer, they may need to go in and get her.

I feel as if I’ve driven past the right exit-ramp a dozen times now, but every time, a barricade is blocking the path.

Perhaps this little one takes after me and wants to make sure all signs of winter are gone before making her exit.  Or maybe she lost her GPS signal as well.

Either way, I hope this detour isn’t much longer.

I washed and put away most of our winter gear today.  Just in case.

Almost every night this week I’ve had long, vivid dreams.  Not the kind that feel as if they lasted for hours, when in fact, it had been only a few minutes.

My sleep pattern has evolved into the usual 9-month pregnancy state where I naturally wake up every 2-3 hours for no reason whatsoever in preparation of what’s to come.

And every time I fall back to sleep, my dreams would continue where they left off.

Throughout the night, I have a string of dream sequences that feel as real as the stack of pillows beneath my cheek.

Every single one has been about an ex-boyfriend.  Not the assholes, but the ones who were kind.  The ones I came to love once upon a time and still hold fond memories of.

My guess is that I’m subconsciously reaching back for their affection.  Or back when I was younger, thinner; a time when I exuded more confidence and smiles.

But also, maybe because as of late, Dadisodes seems even more distant than those times.

I suppose I can’t blame him.

I am sure it is intimidating for anyone to wrap their head around all of the changes that lie ahead… as well as their arms around someone so large.

38.5 weeks pregnant

But I don’t feel an ounce of guilt.

It’s not like I went out to dinner with them or anything.

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]]> http://www.momisodes.com/dream-a-little-dream/feed 53 http://www.momisodes.com/hip-to-be-a-dude http://www.momisodes.com/hip-to-be-a-dude#comments Mon, 15 Mar 2010 16:56:02 +0000 Momisodes http://www.momisodes.com/?p=4277 I have two words for you.

Holy crap.

Wait.  Not those two.

These:  Pubic Symphysis

For those not up to speed on medical lingo, it is the point where a body’s left and right hip-bones join together.

Right now, this area is having a bit of a tiff and they are going their separate ways…

…at my expense.

Apparently this fetus has been camping down low in my pelvis for so long because she refuses to get out that the pressure is taking its toll.

This joint normally loosens during pregnancy due to hormones, but in some cases it can become abnormally wide,  misaligned, and tear.  To give you some idea of how awesome this feels here is a little Wiki excerpt for you:

In males, the suspensory ligament of the penis attaches to the pubic symphysis. In females, the pubic symphysis is intimately close to the clitoris….

As much as this sucks, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the suggestion of using a ‘Rice Sock‘ to treat the pubic pain.

I could totally rival The Pregnant Man with a lavender scented stuffed sock wedged in my panties.

I’m going to cry.

Or polish off a quart of Breyers mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Every time I’m asked.

Anyway, the past couple of days have been a bit rough.

I went from having contractions every 10-15 minutes, to every 5 minutes. Many of them quite strong and painful.  This has happened everyday since Friday, lasting for a few hours on and off.

By the end of each day I feel like I’ve run a marathon because of the constant contractions and breathlessness.

This is definitely not how things unfolded with Babisodes four years ago.  With her, I had mild contractions for a few days, my water broke, and once I couldn’t bear the pain any longer, we swung by Panda Express on the way to the hospital so I could grab a bite to eat (since I knew they wouldn’t feed me until after she was born).

This time around, my body wants me to suffer.

I finally called my doctor today to get myself checked out, and I am a whopping two centimeters dilated.

If you are unfamiliar with the stages of labor, 2 cm’s is not a big deal. At least not for the activity that I’ve had recently.  Most hospitals admit woman when they are about 4 cm’s or if their water has broken.  A baby is delivered at 10 cm’s.

By this time during my last pregnancy, I had already been 3 cm’s for over a week (with little to no pain), and it took another week and a half before my daughter was born.

If this kid wants to cook inside for another week or so, fine.

But enough with the bluffing already.

37.5 weeks

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