בשעה טובה Indeed!

Towards the end of this second pregnancy, like my 7th and 8th months, I started having itchy feet.  Like crazy itchy.  Like I would scratch and scratch and scratch until I would bleed so much.  It looked like a bear attacked my feet.  I assumed it was just dry skin from wearing socks all winter.  But it was really crazy.  On Wednesday, April 3, I had a dr appt and mentioned it to my dr.  She said they'll do some blood work and see what happens.  I thought that's nuts.  It's dry skin.  But ok.

On Wednesday, April 17, I had my next dr appt.  At that appt, when I was 36.5 weeks along, my dr said a bunch of words and ended with "so we're going to induce you on Monday".  WHAT NOW?!?!  I said "Like in 5 days Monday?!?!"  She said yes.  She said I just had to wait for confirmation of my appt time from NYU. The way she was talking, it sounded like this is definitely happening.  So I asked her if this is 100% happening.  She said she can't say 100%, but whatever number is closest.

HOLY SHMATAMEISTER!

I went home on Wednesday night and told Moshe.  I anyways was taking Thursday and Friday off for erev Pesach, not that I could do much, but something.  And daycare was closed.  I spent Thursday sitting on shpilkas waiting...and waiting...  No news.  On Friday morning, I called my dr office and told them that I need to know before sundown b/c my holiday is starting.  The nurse said she had no information for me and I should just wait to hear from Peter.  Okie dokie smokie gnocchi.  So I sat and waited.  10 minutes later, I got the email with my appt time for Monday.

HOLY SHMATAMEISTER!!!

Friday night was the start of Pesach that ended Sunday night.  So I had 2 days to wrap my head around this - when I couldn't even do anything - like...umm...buy diapers...or bottles...or anything...  Thank God this wasn't our first kid and we had a car seat.  All I could do was talk to friends and worry, which wouldn't help anyone.  So I talked to friends. 

In my head, I thought I'll go Monday, be induced, have the baby, be done, be home by Wednesday, no problem!  A friend then told me that that's not at all how it works.  Your body doesn't just open up b/c you said so.  You don't just give birth a few hours after being induced.  She said it's at least 24 hours, but it would probably take a couple days.  That made me even more nervous b/c Thursday night was Yom Tov, and we had planned to go to my in-laws for the second days of Pesach and now our plans are all up in the air and I don't know what we're doing, and I can't function like that not knowing.

I went to the hospital on Monday, and every time someone asked me how I'm doing, I kept asking if we'd be home by Thursday.  No one could tell me anything.  It all depended on how my body progressed after induction, and also how the baby would be doing after birth.  I never in my life took the words בשעה טובה so seriously.  The timing on this induction could not have been worse.  Spending Pesach in the hospital where I might not have what to eat was not my idea of a fun holiday.  Being stuck there over second days was also not my idea of a good time.  But it is what it is.  Hashem had a plan.  Not much I could do about it...other than stress and worry. 

Thank Hashem, I was induced Monday afternoon and less than 24 hours after I arrived at the hospital, my beautiful healthy precious baby boy was born.  He was 8 lbs, 6 oz, to which Everyone said "imagine if you had gone to 40 weeks!"  After he was born, they said if all is well with everyone, we'll be able to go home Thursday.  Ok I thought, no problem, I won't be stuck in the hospital over Yom Tov.  But then of course, my baby had jaundice and they wouldn't be able to say when they could discharge him.  And I was not going to leave my baby in the hospital without me.  Back to stress and worry.  Not the ideal way to recover from a major body trauma of pushing a giant baby out of my hooha.  Thank Hashem, and the wonderful nurses who took care of my son.  We were all able to be discharged on Thursday.  Hooray!  We got home about 2 hours before candle lighting.  And both our parents came to us.  Huge thank you to my wonderful husband for arranging sleeping accommodations and meals for our parents, and for arranging a Shalom Zachor for our new son.  Second days of Pesach could not have been better.  And thank you to Hashem for delivering to me a healthy son at just the right time.  בשעה טובה indeed!

Oops

I'm at the point where it's Really hard for me to pick up things I drop, especially small items.  Forget about flat items.  You're just gonna live there until someone else can rescue you.  So every time I drop something at work, I feel awful that the poor maintenance people have to constantly pick up after me.  They must think I'm a horrible nasty slob.  I kind of want to leave a note for them saying I'm pregnant and just can't bend down to pick things up.  I'm so sorry.  Thank you for your patience.

There's a baby in my belly!

Hodayah knows well to say there's a baby in mommy's belly.  Whenever I ask her what's in mommy's belly, she says "A baby!"  The other day, she pointed to her own belly and said their was a baby in it.  We laughed and told her that was silly billy.  One day, she looked at Abba, pointed to his belly and said "baby".  I laughed.  Abba did not.

Well now we['ll] have one of each!

We went to the doctor today.  We got lots of good news.  Our baby is healthy and no scares this time, baruch Hashem!  We also found out something else - see this video, specifically, minute 3:13.  Oh Girl!  And soon, Oh Boy!

(P.S. - We're only having one baby, not twins.  But I Love Chandler's expressions here.)

To tell or not to tell

I was not subtle on the subway trying to see if I could get a seat from anyone.  I stuck my belly right out there.  No seats.  Not surprised.  But there was my friend, Sarah, staring at my belly.  So she knows.  Which is kind of a relief b/c now I can talk about it with someone else. 

I was also not subtle in shul today sticking out my belly and holding my chumash at just the right spot so it highlighted my belly.  And another friend noticed, and then point blank asked me.  That was actually kinda funny.  "Are you expecting a baby?"  I said "I Hope so!"

So now two people know.  And according to the first one, people are speculating.  Oy.  So do I tell my family?  or just surprise them?  I really like the idea of just showing up with my big belly and surprising people.  And they're going to notice eventually.  But if I don't tell them, and just show up at the bar mitzvah in a month with a giant belly, I can imagine them being really angry, and I don't want that.  And how long before someone notices and figures it out and tells them before I do?  Can you imagine?! 

What do I dooooo?!

Second trips are for losers

Apparently, if I sit on the toilet long enough, I can pee all over again, and I can save myself a second trip to the bathroom.  How convenient!

Here I am!

We aren't ready to tell yet.  But my belly is super ready.  On Wednesday, in a meeting with a Rabbi, I sat with my coat on my lap hoping he wouldn't notice.  Later on, I thought "Why did I care so much if he noticed?!"  But we're not ready to tell.  But I feel like Espresso Bean is screaming it from the rafters "HERE I AM!!!"  Now if only I could cash this in for a seat on the subway...hmmm....