My dear, sweet,...pain in the butt

I know it is unclear as to who I am talking about from the title of this blog. In this case, I am talking about my dear, sweet, unborn child, Thane. So, this whole uncharted territory is turning out to be territory that is left off the map for a reason. My butt is killing me!! Then there is this silly nerve problem when I lay on my right side. Goodness gracious. All that said though- I'm smiling as I am able to sit here and complain about it. What fun to be a miserable pregnant woman. :)

I had a doctor's appointment today. Everything went well. Still no blood pressure problems. I haven't dilated any more than I was on Tuesday and he actually said things feel "firmer". *Blush* Why thank you doctor.

This leads me to my next discussion point. So, all of this running to the doctor, being checked, sent home, running back, la di dah, is a bit ridiculous. Especially being that I have contractions every 3-10 minutes on any given day. So, my thought is, "gee, I have a doctor right here at home, why doesn't he just check things out for me real quick so I don't have to do the full work up at the hospital". Sounds reasonable right? I mean it's not like he didn't JUST HAVE an OB rotation and "check" hundreds of cervixes out of wedlock. So why not within the safety of wedlock? Yes, my dear, sweet, pain in the butt... wait...that was about Thane....my dear, sweet, stubborn husband is completely unwilling. He says something about not checking me because he won't mix work and home and doesn't want to look at me as a patient. Now, before you make your judgement...it's not like I'm the only one thinking this way. My nurse from the other night is dating an anesthesiologist and she said that when she is pregnant she will MAKE him check her even if she has to lock him in a room. AN ANESTHESIOLOGIST! Come on now. It's time for the perks of sleeping with an M.D. Naturally I am making a poll for this subject. My dear friends Ben and Kate had a poll for a chandelier for goodness sake- I can have one for my cervix.

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...

Well, here we are. I'm 34 weeks and 4 days. 6 weeks and 4 days post hospital stay. If you read Ben's blog, he mentioned that on Friday I had a doctor's appointment and I was starting to dialate. She instructed me to "take my bed rest a little more seriously". First of all, I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA what she is talking about, but I guess I will humor her and try harder to relax more. I was given permission to be up and around for about an hour each day- but not much more than that. At this point I am praying for patience and sanity.

Yesterday I had three hours of contractions every 5-10 minutes, so I packed my hospital bags convinced that yesterday was the day. Things settled down in the evening though, and I haven't had many today- so I am starting with new resolve to just take it day by day. This is such a weird experience knowing that I could literally go any minute...but also a challenge to see how far I can go. (1 & 1/2 more weeks and Thane could possibly come home when I do!!) I'm not super comfortable- you know with the whole constant contractions and all- but I am really thankful that I have my experience with Caleb to remind me how wonderful it is that baby is still in my belly causing me such discomfort. :)

On another note, Thane's room is ready for him. I've decorated in frogs and it is adorable! We are all getting more and more excited to have a little baby around again. Caleb talks about being a big brother and how he will teach Thane to walk and talk and play trains. He also can't wait to show Thane Papua New Guinea- which Ben is trying to set up a family trip for again around April of 2010. I have to admit I am a little nervous about trekking out there again with two children, but I'm just gonna keep praying for peace, because I know that medical missions is important to Ben. (Not that it isn't for me- but at this point in my life, I don't really feel so useful as I am just taking care of my children, cooking, and cleaning.) Anyway, there's plenty of time to think about that later.

Taking it easy...

So recently there have been rumors flying that I have been walking around malls, going to parks, making trips to the library, hanging out at Wal-Mart, etc. Well, you know what? I'm not even going to dignify those rumors with a response. I think I will just let the pictures speak for themselves. That's right- that's me, not a stunt double, relaxing on the couch. Taking it nice and easy. So, there- I think that should satisfy those ugly rumors.

Things are going pretty well in the Kumor household. Ben is in a clinic rotation and the hours are amazing. He gets every weekend off, then only works until 12 or 1 most days. The last two weeks he has even gotten Tuesdays off as well. It has been heavenly. Today we took daddy to the Children's museum where Caleb was uber-excited to show his daddy everything. (Wait, did I say we?...I was home on the couch of course.) It is just so nice for them to have so much play time this month since we are preparing for some crazy changes next month. (Ben is sitting beside me whining because he thinks I made it sound like he doesn't work. I think it's a guilty conscience- but just to satisfy him...yes..he really does work...I think)

As far as the pregnancy goes. I still feel pretty good. I'm getting a little bit uncomfortable, but just that in itself makes me excited. By this point with Caleb he had been in the hospital for 2 1/2 weeks! It is just so freaking awsome that the baby is still chilling in there....well chilling is not really the right word. He doesn't really punch and kick, he more like strikes poses. I think my child is into yoga. Either that or he is a male model. I guess I will just have to teach him that there is more to life than being "really really really ridiculously good looking."

Bed Rest- Stephanie Style

This past week has been a blast for the Kumor family. Naturally, I have toned things down due to this whole "bed rest" business, but we have found ways to have alot of fun with limited walking for mom. Last weekend the Airforce base put on "Sesame Street Live" for military families. It was alot of fun and best of all, FREE! Caleb really enjoyed it and he even got a hug from Cookie Monster. I only had to walk to the entrance and then got to sit and enjoy the show.

Yesterday was a nice little barbeque at Ben's sister's house- where Ben and his brother (Brent) waited on me hand and foot. Not bad at all. We also went to the park where Ben and Caleb sported matching outfits...I'll let you figure out who orchestrated that. (hint: it wasn't me)

Then today, Ben had the whole day free so we were able to go to the zoo as a family. Don't worry, we rented a wheelchair and bless Ben's heart he pushed me up, down, and around those hills all day! I heard him huffing and puffing, but there was no way he was even going to let me take three steps. Caleb had a blast running around all day. He would yell, "come on daddy, run with the wheelchair".....and of course he did. We found out that those things are definitely not built for speed as it would start wobbling until I was worried it would fall apart. That as well as almost being dumped out of the wheelchair three or four times was enough to almost put me in labor again....but we all had a blast.

We then went to see Caleb and my first IMAX movie...and it was even in 3D! Caleb did a great job and sat through the whole hour show. I was pretty proud of him...and he looked so darn cute with those big glasses. All in all, these past few weeks have gone by pretty fast.

As far as the whole pregnancy thing goes- last Thursday I went in to the hospital again because I was having around 10 contractions an hour...and no, I hadn't done anything but lay around on the couch that day. Anyway, they did a test called a fetal fibronectin. If interested you can read about it here. But basically, it was negative, so that put us at ease that the baby would not be born in the next week or two. (Ben might argue that it put me a little too much at ease...but hey..I'm a mover and a shaker....aka ADD. My body is quick to show me when I am doing too much though.) So yeah, almost 32 weeks now, and I should have at least another one in me according to this test. Woohoo. It is amazing how I can feel so uncomfortable/great at the same time. It has just been so cool feeling the baby move and actually feeling the little appendages sticking out. I am also sporting a new stretch mark. Praise the Lord! :) I can't count how many times I have said "I am so blessed" this weekend. I guess one more wont hurt. I AM SO BLESSED!!