tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61741403877201019912024-03-06T00:34:35.215-08:00Amy Polley: running, life, love, JesusAmy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-68828060975721524722018-12-18T11:00:00.004-08:002018-12-18T11:00:34.397-08:00Need Gift Ideas? Use this form!Are you running around trying to find the perfect gift for a teacher or co-worker? Try using this form! You can keep it on hand for birthdays, teacher appreciation week, Christmas, and more!<br />
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Well my last published post was Joseph's birth story, so here we are 2.5 years later, welcoming his little brother, Matthew Thomas! Buckle up for a long story. [All photos by Lane B. Photography]</div>
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At 10:23 a.m. on May 8, 2018, we welcomed Matthew Thomas Polley!<br />
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My pregnancy with Matthew was identical to how it was with Joseph. Big, straight-out belly, no nausea, and overall very pleasant. I even gained the exact same amount of weight I did with J. Everything was so similar, I even expected to go into labor at the same point I did with Joseph (40 + 6). Hahaha. Well that day came and went! There was a big full moon the weekend of my due date. Nope, didn't do it. I got a massage and she did trigger points on my feet. Didn't do it. Pedicure. Didn't do it. Pineapple, spicy foods, walking, bouncing on a ball, and more ;) ... didn't do it. Since I was a TOLAC (trial of labor after cesarean) candidate, we started talking induction as it would be better to have him sooner than later. Awesome - I was all for getting this baby out.<br />
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At 41 weeks, the plan was to go in Monday night at 8 p.m. to try for an induction. (This felt incredibly weird - like we were checking into a hotel instead of going to have a baby.) The only way they would be able to induce was with a Foley catheter, and I needed to be at least a 1, which I was, and my midwife the Thursday before was sure they would be able to get it in.<br />
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The midwife on-call Monday night checked me and I was barely a 1, but she was still willing to try inducing as another midwife had told her that I really wanted to try for a VBAC. Then she palpated my stomach to check baby's position. She wasn't quite sure where he was presenting, so she performed a sonogram and saw that he was sideways. (Yes - my giant baby still had enough room to move around and be sideways after being head down for weeks, and after I had been seeing a chiropractor regularly throughout the third trimester.)<br />
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She also noticed that I had a lot of fluid in there and asked if I knew or suspected that I had polyhydramnios again - well this was <b>grievance number 1</b> of the birth because I had asked <i>this same midwife</i> about my fluid levels just two weeks prior and she had said that she only saw normal pockets of fluid. So, thanks for that.<br />
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Moving on. Since induction was not an option (unstable lie, excess fluid, chance of cord prolapse with labor), we decided I would have a repeat C section (RCS) the next morning. Fine! We had prayed for a clear answer and it seemed like this was it. They gave me an Ambien and we got one more good night of sleep.<br />
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The next morning, they drew some blood and started talking C section. In talking with my L&D nurse, Barb, she asked why they weren't going to try a version to reposition baby. I had asked the midwife the night before if I could leave, try to get him into a better position and then come back. She had made it sound like that wasn't an option, but now Barb was asking about it as well. She took the time to check with the doctor and to see if that was an option. She had the OB come in to check me, and I was still at a 1 and they still recommended a RCS. Fine - thank you for checking.<br />
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Then my <strike>damn</strike> blood results came back. Low platelets. Enter <b>grievance number 2. </b>I've watched so much Grey's Anatomy and have a general interest in the medical field, so whenever I get blood results back from Quest, I like to read over them. I did this a couple of times earlier in the pregnancy, and both times my platelets were below the "normal" threshold. At one of my appointments, I asked the midwife if this was a problem. She said since my platelets had been low during my first pregnancy, <i>that it was not a problem. </i>False false false. This completely changed the course of my birth as it made it unable for me to receive spinal anesthesia. If I had labored, I wouldn't have been a candidate for an epidural, and with the RCS I could not receive a spinal block for fear of blood traveling to my brain and causing severe neurological problems. Excellent.<br />
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Just to be sure, they took a second blood sample to recount the platelets. Someone somewhere in the hospital took a look through a microscope and physically counted my platelets on a slide. I needed them to be at 100 or more to receive spinal anesthesia. The final count was 84.<br />
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This was devastating. Every step along the way I kept thinking, okay well if I have to have another C section, at least it can be "gentle" - they can drop the drape, I can hold baby in the OR, etc as it wouldn't be an emergency. What I got instead was my worst case scenario where I would have to be knocked out for the procedure. My husband and my birth photographer would not be able to be in the room, and I wouldn't be able to hear that first cry.<br />
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A few days later I would finally hear the two words that name this condition and would be on repeat in my head for a few weeks: <b>gestational thrombocytopenia.</b> I didn't understand why there wasn't a way to treat this either in the hospital at home. Could I not go home for a few days, take some pills or receive IV platelets - something/anything to bring my platelets up so I wouldn't have to be knocked out? Nobody seemed really clear on this, other than the only way to treat it was to get the baby out.<br />
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I have to say that along the way, Barb took lots of time reporting back to the OB and checking in with various personnel to make absolutely sure that this was how my story needed to play out, especially since nothing was emergent about my condition. She advocated for me and asked all the questions that I would have been asking myself or saying "what if" to over the next days/weeks. Thank you, Barb!!<br />
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Once I had calmed down a bit and stopped crying, we had a little family prayer time and then it was time to go back! For general anesthesia, they want to get baby out as quickly as possible once you're under to keep the baby from receiving the effects of the anesthesia, so they do as much as possible prior to knocking you out. The wait was somewhat terrible, mostly because of the weight of my giant pregnant belly while lying on my back. They also had to insert a catheter before I was knocked out as well... you can imagine how pleasant that was. But the saving grace of it all was the team around me - thanks be to God. They were fun, light-hearted, and pleasant to be around. I knew I was in good hands. Once the anesthesiologist ensured everything was ready to go, I said "Good night and good luck," and it was off to dream land.<br />
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Are you ready for me to sing more praises for Barb? Here we go.<br />
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<b>While I was under, Barb... </b><br />
- Used my photographer's camera and Mark's phone to take pictures and videos.<br />
- Made sure they didn't weigh/measure Matthew so they could do it in the room once I was awake.<br />
- Had the mother/baby nurse, Taylor, place Matthew on me for skin-to-skin.<br />
- Had Matthew taken out to the recovery room so Mark could hold him while they waited for my procedure to finish.<br />
- Took pictures of and brought my placenta back to the recovery room (per my gross/unusual request!).<br />
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She was phenomenal, and without her I would feel much different about how that day went.<br />
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Soon I was back in the recovery room getting to see and meet my son. He was huge and perfect. They called out his measurements and we were all shocked - 10 pounds, 11 ounces. DAMN. The next hour or two was a blur of morphine and endorphins - I kept saying, "I'm just so happy!" but also yelling some expletives when I moved or coughed the wrong way. (C sections are so common you forget how major a surgery it is.)<br />
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We stayed in the hospital until Friday afternoon - partially because of my platelets going up and down again and partially because I hadn't passed gas yet. (I had some fun times with my nurse, Theresa, throwing back prune juice and milk of magnesia like it was a Jagerbomb.)<br />
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All in all, everything was horrible and not at all what I expected. I felt for a moment like God had abandoned me. I didn't understand why every step of the way I was sent down the worst path. But it's possible that if I had gone into labor that his cord would have prolapsed, or I would've had to push out a 10 pound baby without an epidural, or I could've had a baby and then experienced brain death. I know it's terribly cliche, but I have to quote Garth: "some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers." He answered our prayers in other ways - through the care providers and through modern medicine. We have a healthy baby boy and I'm here and healthy as well. Thank you, Jesus.<br />
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<br />Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-46268107008563979642015-12-04T22:30:00.001-08:002015-12-04T22:30:18.470-08:00Welcome to the world, Joseph Daniel!---------------------------WARNING-------- Post contains semi-graphic images of my Cesarean Section.<br />
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Saturday morning, September 26, I woke up feeling weird. I didn't want to be around anyone and was feeling very irritable. This made me really happy, though, as I was 40 weeks + 4 days and felt like this might be my body telling me I was about to go into labor. Hallelujah! I was supposed to meet Mark and some of his friends to watch football, but decided to run errands instead. I think I used all my "nesting" energy on getting fall/Halloween decorations for our house. ha!<br />
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Later that night, during the A&M game, I was still feeling lots of energy and set to work on fixing myself dinner. The A&M game had gone into overtime, and right when A&M was on their way to coming back to win, my water broke. Thank goodness I was standing on the kitchen tile because it was a huge SPLOOSH all over the floor. What a sensation! I got so excited and told Mark, texted my doula, called to tell my mom and called to notify the on-call midwife.<br />
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At this point I thought I was only having Braxton Hicks contractions, so the midwife said to just try to get some rest and to go to the birth center the next morning around 9 to check in. Not long after, I started having contractions. All night long I had contractions that lasted anywhere from 30-60 seconds every 5 minutes or so, but weren't getting longer/stronger/closer together.<br />
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The next morning we packed up and went to the birth center, thinking this would be the day! Carla was the midwife on call, and after feeling around for the baby's position, she decided to use the ultrasound machine to figure out where his head was.<br />
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Flashback to the weeks before, the midwives had been concerned about his position because his head hadn't engaged and at times had been tilted to the side. I went to a chiropractor three times and performed all sorts of positioning exercises to try to get him to engage. The other problem was that there was so much fluid in there, so much that later on the midwives would say they think I had polyhydramnios.<br />
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SO. Much to my surprise, while she was performing the ultrasound, Carla said that my water hadn't broken. WHAT?! I told her, uh, yes it did, I have pictures to prove it if you'd like to see them? But apparently I had two bags of water and the one that was around the baby hadn't broken yet. (Apparently everyone has two bags, but usually at some point during the pregnancy they fuse together.) So with the bag of water still in tact and baby boy's head still not engaged, I was only at 2 centimeters (after 12 hours of labor). We made the decision for her to strip my membranes, and in the process the other bag broke, and this one had meconium in it.<br />
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Since little man's head was asynclitic and there was meconium in the water, we called up my chiropractor to try to get his head to engage and get labor going. We tried all sorts of positions (lunges, abdominal lift and tucks during contractions, side-lying releases, etc etc) for a few hours. My contractions were getting stronger, but I still wasn't making any progress. At this time, Carla monitored baby boy's heart rate during a few contractions and noticed that he was having some pretty big decelerations during the contractions. So around 2:30 p.m. we decided to go to the hospital.<br />
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I knew it was the best thing for the baby, but I felt a little defeated. Once we were all checked in and settled in the room, I felt a lot better. I was now under the care of the UNT midwives, and they are awesome. We had the BEST nurses, they were all so sweet and calm and fun to be around - truly a blessing. They started me on the lowest possible dose of Pitocin and we continued to try to get his head to engage. I labored on a birth ball and on my side in the bed with a "peanut" between my knees (like an exercise ball but peanut shaped... very awkward..).<br />
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This laboring dance went on for about 6 more hours. Contractions were painful but not unbearable. I kept thinking I could keep going through this if it meant getting the baby out, but my physical and emotional stamina was wearing thin. At 9 p.m., I was at either 4 or 5 centimeters and his head still wasn't engaged. So 24 hours of labor for next to nothing. I was done. I gave it my best shot, but I was ready to tap out. I asked what would happen if I asked for an epidural, and they said, "Well, you would get an epidural." (Ha, seems ridiculous now.)<br />
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Oh sweet baby Jesus... the instant relief was incredible. My mom said later, "I think everyone felt better once you got the epidural!" I mean look at my face!<br />
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Even with all the risks of an epidural, and the fact that I was essentially giving up on what I thought I could accomplish (a drug-free birth), putting my pride aside was fantastic... Imagine that! And the anesthesiologist who administered the epidural did a fantastic job because I was still able to move from side to side with a little bit of ease. They upped the Pitocin and I was able to get a lot of sleep.<br />
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Flash forward to about 9 the next morning and I was only at 7 centimeters and baby boy was only at a zero station.<br />
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Since he was having bigger dips in his heart rate throughout the night and we weren't making any progress, we made the decision to get a C section. At this point we had tried everything so it felt great knowing we were finally going to meet our boy!<br />
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Clearly still feeling good, excited to meet Joseph!</div>
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Once the room was ready and we were all prepped, my sister and Mark came into the OR and little man was out at 11:59 a.m.!<br />
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We had the best nurses and doctors!</div>
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The love of my life being so supportive...</div>
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...he held my hand and reminisced about our first date while they were working.</div>
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Almost there! (I really wanted pics of my insides. ha.)</div>
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One of my favorites, you can see the clock on the wall as he's coming out!!</div>
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There he is!!</div>
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Hearing him cry for the first time was the sweetest sound I've ever heard.<br />
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He weighed 8 pounds, 13 ounces, and was 19.25 inches long. We are so thankful for a healthy baby boy and for all the doctors, nurses, midwives, and care providers who helped us bring him into the world. Praise God! <br />
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Handing over our bundle of joy!</div>
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Finally getting to meet my little man.</div>
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Grammy meets Joseph!</div>
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Happy due date, baby!!</div>
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You can definitely tell in the 35 week picture that I was sick. My eyes were puffy and I felt like doo-doo. I'm pretty sure that I coughed so hard I bruised my ribs while I was sick. Yikes. At one point I was sitting on the couch in tears because it hurt so bad and I couldn't take a good deep breath in. Other than that little cold I had I feel great!! I can't believe that little man could be here as early as next week and it be okay! I still feel like we have a lot to do with the nursery and getting ready, but overall I feel semi-prepared. :)Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-59822937667924705382015-08-27T09:12:00.000-07:002015-08-27T09:12:02.254-07:00Weeks 32-34<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've made the switch from running for 30 minutes to just trying to move my body for 30 minutes during my lunch breaks, plus trying to reach my VivoFit step goals. I'm tired. It looks like there's some bruising around my belly button, which I'm thinking might be a sign of diastasis recti. I found a doula this week! Three of our friends had their babies in the past week, which means I'm next. I can't seem to wrap my head around that! The nursery is still coming together, but I'm loving the progress. I've made a few projects a bit more difficult than they needed to be, but that's pretty much the story of my life. :)<br />
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Haha, oops. These weeks are just slipping away! I can't believe it. HOLY COW 9 WEEKS (+/-) TO GO.<br />
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Let's see, some highlights from this week/past few weeks:<br />
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<li><b>Big one... I switched to a birthing center.</b></li>
<li><b>Frosty Family in Florida! </b>Spent the week on St. George Island, FL. Perfect.</li>
<li><b>Belly button on the verge of popping, looks like a small volcano.</b></li>
<li><b>Fit moms group on FB - </b>great for workout and general encouragement. </li>
<li><b>Nursery coming together!</b></li>
<li><b>Passed glucose test!</b></li>
<li><b>"Ouch ouch you're in my ribs." </b>Baby boy like to stick his little tush into my ribs. :) It kind of burns, so I'll lean over to one side and gently try to nudge him out of his spot. </li>
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Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-38373731363582571472015-08-27T09:10:00.002-07:002015-08-27T09:10:41.342-07:0027 WeeksWell these weeks are getting a little more exciting! Baby boy is REALLY moving around now, except when I want other people to feel. :) I kicked off this week with a stomach bug! Haven't had that good of an ab workout since the beginning of my pregnancy. haha. Throwing up with a baby bump is weird and awkward (as if throwing up normally isn't?), but luckily it doesn't harm little babe as long as I don't get dehydrated. This is the first time in my pregnancy that I've thrown up! I thought maybe it was some almost-third trimester morning sickness, but a lot of girls I was at a baby shower with on Saturday had the same bug. I was supposed to have my glucose test yesterday, but didn't want to risk spreading the bug to others at the doctor's office and couldn't imagine drinking the solution on an empty stomach and having my blood drawn. Sounded like a recipe for either passing out or more puking to me.Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-45406757149190872192015-08-27T09:10:00.001-07:002015-08-27T09:10:14.882-07:0026 Weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's a fun acronym for you: PUPPP. As in PUPPP rash. Apparently this is a rash you can get just for funsies if you're pregnant. 1 in 150 pregnancies have this symptom and 70% of those women have boys. How nice! It pretty much covers my entire abdomen. Luckily it's not too itchy and can be covered with clothes.Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-38090406534340897082015-08-27T09:09:00.002-07:002015-08-27T09:09:54.581-07:0025 Weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This week we celebrated our 2-year anniversary and baby P took his first road trip to San Antonio! We had a great weekend walking down the Riverwalk, visiting Seaworld, and eating at one of my favorite restaurants... Mi Tierra. We went to a local church that Sunday and the priest got a little fired up during his sermon. Either Baby P really liked it or really didn't because he was moving like a crazy (spirit-filled?) man. haha.<br />
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In other news, I've been vacuuming and laundering everything I can like a mad woman. I wish I could say it was due to nesting, but no, Bella has fleas. If anyone with OCD tendencies wants to come and scrub my house down, be my guest. Pretty sure I can't flea bomb right now, but I'll be checking with my doctor soon.Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-5513353859114227392015-08-27T09:09:00.000-07:002015-08-27T09:09:31.307-07:0024 Weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This week baby boy has been moving around in very <u>visible </u>ways (especially when I'm sitting in a chair). WEIRD. Last night at our <a href="http://guest.alphausa.org/">Alpha </a>class, Kati could see him moving from across the table, and Mark got to feel some big rumbles.Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-85299613845281364412015-08-27T09:08:00.000-07:002015-08-27T09:08:00.124-07:0023 Weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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23 down, 17 to go! The last time I was counting out something 17 weeks out was last fall when I was training for my third marathon! Now, instead of running and getting faster, I'm running and getting much slower. haha.<br />
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Yesterday we painted the nursery! BIG thanks to my parents for coming to help; we were able to knock it out quick! Now we're in the process of assembling his furniture I got at IKEA in February. :)<br />
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Bella is still "sleep training" me by waking me up in the wee hours of the night for attention or food. As much as I appreciate the assistance, I'd be okay if she'd stop for the next few months so we can both get some rest. :)<br />
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This is a small thing, but I'm glad that my rings are still fitting. haha. I have a sort of hand claustrophobia... I get panicky if I think I can't take a ring off. I know my hands will probably swell over the next few months due to weight gain + summer heat, but for now, I'm thankful!Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-9709826058563846452015-05-23T20:22:00.004-07:002015-05-23T20:33:06.594-07:0022 Weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We got to see [nameless] nugget again this week! Our big boy weighs 1 pound, 4 oz. and was measuring at 22w5d. Good news: my placenta moved up!! *praise hands* And they were able to get the picture they needed of his heart. Our sonographer actually did a little dance when she finally got him to cooperate. (Stubborn like his parents, much??)<br />
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He still looked so cozy in there. Feet propped up... yawning... and waving at one point! (Dawwwwww)<br />
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I think we might be tackling the registry this weekend. EEK. I am NOT type A at all, but am thankful for friends of ours who are, and who have created very detailed spreadsheets/lists detailing what we need, might want, and how many of things to get. (Shoutout to Skip and Megan!)<br />
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Things I kind of want to register for, but most likely will not:<br />
-Stuffed grumpy cat.<br />
-A new car (I can dream, right??)<br />
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Sweet, sweet movement! Finally! I started feeling baby boy move around a lot more this week. Rolling, punching/kicking and hiccuping! :) As I'm typing this, I've just eaten a couple of clementines... I think he likes them! (pow pow!)<br />
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Running is still going really well and I love that I've been able to run this whole time, so far! I did buy larger/looser-fitting running clothes from Walmart and TJ Maxx, and I think I need new, cushier running shoes.Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-80072266368512955332015-05-23T20:20:00.001-07:002015-05-23T20:20:44.406-07:0020 Weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Halfway there!<br />
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I caved and bought three pairs of maternity pants at Motherhood Maternity. What. A. Relief. I think giving up on normal clothes helped me start to really "pop" this week!Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-55600506593408906582015-05-23T20:19:00.001-07:002015-05-23T20:20:14.046-07:0019 Weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This week in pregnancy: <b>Amy vs. <strike>Pants</strike> Clothes</b><br />
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Things are getting a little tight around here. I've been putting off buying maternity pants/clothes in order to try to save money, and also because of the knowledge that I'm just going to keep getting bigger!<br />
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<b>Rubber band trick:</b> Still working okay... but the gap between the button and the hole is getting bigger. ha.<br />
<b>Belly bands: </b>I was able to get two free "Belly Button Bands" (<a href="https://www.bellybuttonband.com/">site here</a>), by only paying shipping and handling. I also bought a regular band at <a href="http://www.target.com/p/bematernity-by-ingrid-isabel-beband/-/A-13742281">Target</a>. These are both great, but are meant to be pulled up on your belly, and mine just isn't that big yet. So I fold them over, which covers up the fact that my pants are unbuttoned/in various states of unzipped, but can look kind of bulky. I feel like <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Alice-In-Between-Phyllis-Reynolds-Naylor/dp/1442427582">Alice In-Between</a>, The Pregnancy Months.<br />
<b>Maternity pants:</b> Fine. I finally caved and bought a pair at Ross just yesterday. Trying them on in the dressing room was like opening the gates of heaven. They were comfortable, business casual, and cheap.<br />
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Stretchy dresses have still been great, but the elastic waist is now hitting at a weird spot and getting uncomfortable.<br />
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This phase has been fun, frustrating, and somewhat panic-inducing, all rolled into one. I love knowing that baby P is growing and my body is doing what it's supposed to, but the in-between phases are getting a little annoying, plus they make getting ready in the morning that much more difficult when something that fit me last week suddenly doesn't anymore.<br />
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<b>Honest hour: </b>As someone whose weight usually only fluctuates up and down within a few pounds, and like a lot of girls occasionally battles disordered thoughts, seeing the scale climb has almost been triggering. I'm trying to find the right balance between eating healthy, exercising, and doing the best I can to keep the total weight gain between 25-35 pounds, while trying not to worry about it too much, remembering that everyone gains differently, and that hormones play a big part in the process. I think it would help if I felt him moving around more! Then it would feel more like I'm pregnant and less like I'm just getting fat. :)Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-43482674865892414652015-04-29T15:15:00.000-07:002015-05-23T20:26:53.105-07:0018 Weeks ... It's A ...BOY!!!<br />
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Notes from this week: Doc says my placenta is anterior (so I probably won't feel strong kicks for a few more weeks) and low-lying. I'll have another sono next month to see if it moves up (which they typically do), but if it doesn't move enough by later in the pregnancy it's a guaranteed C-section. (<a href="http://bit.ly/ZCEFJ4">Google placenta previa if you'd like.</a>)</div>
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Cravings: WINGS. But like most of my cravings, only lasted one day and was satisfied at dinner one night. :) </div>
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Responses from the Facebook/Instagram poll of what people thought we were having:</div>
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BOY: 25</div>
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GIRL: 12</div>
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Other diplomatic answers/jokes about twins/people who were probably scared they'd get it wrong... ;) 7</div>
<br />Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-37611074745465799462015-04-28T20:20:00.000-07:002015-05-23T20:27:15.874-07:0017 WeeksWell, the most notable event from this week was going to Disneyland with my mom and sister! Ashley was going for a work trip and my mom and I crashed her hotel room at the Grand Californian. We had a blast! Although it wasn't quite the same not being able to ride Space Mountain, Tower of Terror, etc., but better safe than sorry! (I did keep asking myself how much these rides could be worse than flying and/or running, but oh well.)<br />
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It's probably a good thing we didn't find out what we were having until after my trip, so I limited my baby P purchases to just one blue and one pink 2015 onesie!<br />
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I'm also pretty sure I felt baby P moving around quite a bit while I was in the car with my mom, but it's still hard to say for sure!<br />
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<br />Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-65258053904601356072015-04-27T15:05:00.004-07:002015-05-26T13:24:27.193-07:0013, 14, 15, 16 WeeksI have nothing interesting to say. Growing a tiny human. That's all! This little babe has been so good to me. I feel absolutely fantastic! I'm guessing it's a good combination of genetics, working out, and eating right (most of the time). A lot of people keep asking how I feel and the answer is always great! Seriously. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. (Which I'm guessing will happen in the middle of the Texas heat when I'm HUGE. haha)<br />
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Can't wait to find out the nugget's gender on April 21!!<br />
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Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-57703777625460461962015-04-27T15:04:00.002-07:002015-04-27T15:16:19.499-07:0012 WeeksNothing notable this week! Still feeling good, just tired! Trying to sleep in and nap whenever I can. Mark has been very accepting of my staying in bed til 11... or 11:30... on Saturday mornings. (Thanks babe!) And anytime I go to take a nap I'm out cold for at least an hour and a half.<br />
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Also, grocery stores are dangerous, but strangely the freezer section even more so. (Why, Amy??) I want all the frozen foods. Probably because a lot are terrible for you but easy to prepare. And delicious.<br />
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<br />Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-26227698748704673172015-04-27T14:52:00.002-07:002015-04-27T15:16:24.058-07:0011 WeeksWe told the [Facebook] world!!<br />
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The photo is a reenactment of our reactions to our news! I think some people are a little confused by mine, as you can't hear the inflection... but I'm saying "Really?!" as in... "This is really happening?? Am I really this lucky??" (Because I had no idea if it would take us a long time to get pregnant or if I could even get pregnant at all. It's a thanksgiving and not a "why is this happening" reaction.)<br />
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I talked about Mark's reaction here. This is the wide-armed gesture he made. haha.<br />
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So there you have it!<br />
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Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-20440388897446623612015-04-27T14:51:00.001-07:002015-04-27T15:16:29.297-07:0010 WeeksIce, ice, BABY.<br />
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It iced on Monday so work was cancelled, but opened late on Tuesday. My appointment was supposed to be Tuesday morning at 9, but due to the closings will not be until Thursday. Boo!! I'm so ready to see our little nugget!!<br />
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Mark's 30th birthday is this week!<br />
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So after my appointment I had to go back through and change all my weekly titles, because baby P is measuring closer to 10 weeks, instead of 11.5! My due date was officially changed to Sept. 22. Oh baby!!<br />
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Seeing our little nugget was unreal. I didn't know there would be a huge TV screen to see it on, so that was fun. And I kinda feel bad for the sono tech... I kept laughing while looking at this little <i>THING</i>... this <b>tiny human</b>... which has taken up residence inside my belly!! So that made it a little hard for her to do her job, I'm sure. It was crazy! And then she isolated the screen to show/listen to the heartbeat. And I cried. Haha! I had no idea that was going to tug at my heartstrings so much. It was the sweetest sound. Knowing that this tiny little life is chugging along.<br />
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Oh happy day!<br />
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<br />Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-49278583020464219652015-04-27T14:50:00.004-07:002015-04-27T15:16:34.501-07:009 WeeksNothing really new or exciting this week! Nausea is getting better. Found out another of our good friends is pregnant!! :) Had our housewarming party (finally!) and got to tell a few more people then. Still anxiously awaiting our next appointment!<br />
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<br />Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-34451924986677834902015-04-27T14:50:00.003-07:002015-04-27T15:16:40.269-07:008 WeeksWell. It's happening. I'm starting to get squishy around the middle. It's weird because I don't think I'm eating any extra... maybe it's just from the hormones and taking it easy on the exercise. I mean, I've only gained like 2 pounds, but I'm trying not to eat extra calories until the 2nd trimester, and any weight gain on a small frame is quite noticeable to me. Then again it could also be the pizza. There was one day last week when I went to the grocery store (dangerous) and nothing sounded good. Except cheesy garlic bread and stuffed-crust pizza. So guess what I had for dinner that night? Ha.<br />
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I think exercise is key to keeping the nausea at bay for me. My worst days were last week when I stayed home sick with a cold and didn't move from the couch much.<br />
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New this week? Crippling fatigue. I feel like I'm half asleep at work and like I could fall asleep any second. I got home from work last night and couldn't focus on anything until after I had a short nap, and then went to bed later around 10 and slept til 7, easy. I also shot a wedding the day before, which I don't think helped at all. Oops.<br />
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Two weeks until my next appointment!! Woo hoo!<br />
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<br />Amy Polleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00109056843866372286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174140387720101991.post-89067494898328498292015-04-27T14:49:00.001-07:002015-04-27T14:49:31.511-07:007 WeeksOkay so I'm starting to feel the nausea/"morning" sickness. Last night I couldn't fall asleep because I kept thinking I was going to puke. And naturally kept thinking about all the food that makes me want to vomit.<br />
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If I wait too long between snacks, I start feeling reaaallly queasy. Also, hardly anything sounds good to eat. I can't stand the thought of broccoli, or most veggies, really. Just give me all the carbs!<br />
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The doctor's appointment last week was pretty anti-climactic. They drew blood and asked a lot of questions but that's it! They did call the next day to confirm the pregnancy and that my hormones are right on track, but we won't have a sono until the 24th. (So far away!!) At least by then it will look more like a baby than a gummy bear. :)<br />
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We told Mark's parents on Sunday (Super Bowl Sunday!) with a photo album of our wedding (belated Christmas gift) that had a page in the very back that said, "Polley Party of Three, September 2015." They were so excited! <i>Actually, Mike was a bit preoccupied with the pulled pork, but he showed a little more enthusiasm later on. </i>:)<br />
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