CPR

On Saturday H and I took an infant and child CPR class. I haven't taken CPR since I took the Red Cross babysitting course at 11 or 12 years old. This class was well worth it and I'm glad we took it. In about 1 1/2 hours and we learned basic CPR and choking techniques for babies (up to 1 year) and children (up to 8 years). And yes, there really is a difference between how you treat a baby versus a child.

There were seven people in our class and the nurse who taught it used the repetition method to help us learn. Personally, I learn best with repetition so I was happy for her choice of teaching methods. During the class, were each given a practice doll whose chest actually inflated when you blew air into the mouth!

It wasn't a certification course, just a "friends and family" class but I do feel I walked away with a good knowledge of what to do in an emergency. In fact, H and I have already requested that our parents (Baby D's grandparents!) take the course. Hopefully none of us will ever have to use it, but it's great to know. It could even save the life of a stranger's kid.

Jealousy

On Thursday I went to get a manicure. Halfway through, a woman sat in the chair next to me and made a comment to the manicurist that she almost made it two weeks without a chip - she got her first on Wednesday! I was instantly jealous. 

Prior to being pregnant, my manicures usually lasted a week. But now, since I go to the bathroom so often (therefore wash my hands all the time), my manicures barely last three days. In fact, by Saturday I already had my first chip. And today, as I look down at my very chipped nails, I have become even more jealous of this woman. 

In order to make myself feel better, I've decided that she probably rarely washes her hands. And that's just gross.

That Girl

This past Saturday evening was my sister-in-law's wedding. She's one of those women who dreamed about her wedding ever since she was a little girl. (Once I got engaged I became jealous of these women because they knew what they wanted and I had no idea. I'd never given it much thought.) She looked beautiful,  the venue was beautiful and the entire wedding was simply amazing. They used the rabbi that married me an H and it was nice to see him again (and discuss the possible baby naming/bris). They also purchased the same Ketubah as us and used the same song to introduce themselves at the reception. 

But what I'll remember most about that evening is that I became "that girl." You know, the one who got sick. It was hard enough for me to get over being the "pregnant one" (aka the "fat one") in the wedding party but the getting sick thing was so embarrassing. At least it wasn't from drinking too much (one sip of champagne all evening). I'm not sure if I ate something I shouldn't have or had some sort of bug, but I spent the last hour of the wedding in the upstairs bathroom (and sitting on the stairs next to the bathroom). It was so humiliating and I'm thankful that not too many people found out (at least that's what I would like to believe). 

My mom and sister sat there with me for most of the time and it was nice to have the company. I was told (by a friend who recently gave birth) to call the OBGYN's office and make sure that I didn't need to get checked out. The doctor on call said that if lasted more than 24 hours I should call back. That made me feel a bit better but as the evening ended I worried if I could make it home to Greenwich. I almost stayed in Manhattan with my parents at their hotel but decided to try and get home (I'm not sure I could've slept without my five pillows!) and luckily I made it.

I was sick for most of Sunday but started to feel better towards the evening (never underestimate the power of toast and Ginger Ale). On Monday I stayed home from work just to make sure I was better and returned to work today. I'm now back to normal and hoping to put this whole sick thing behind me. 

It's Getting Hot In Here...

Finally, for the first time in my life I'm warm! I'm always cold - in restaurants, at work, on the train - and I've finally gotten to the point in my pregnancy where I'm warm (sometimes hot) in places. I'm very excited and enjoying this one and only time where I am not shivering while eating. And since it's becoming winter in the northeast, this couldn't have come at a better time. Hopefully I won't have to wear a ridiculous amount of layers as December and January roll around. 

The one downside? Poor H has to deal with me and my new temperature requests. I am constantly wanting to open windows or turn on the air and he's just fine. 

Second Growth Scan

This morning we went for the second (of four) growth scans at the hospital to make sure Baby D is on track. Good news - right on track! Currently, Baby D is 3 lbs 1 oz, which is exactly what it should be. I was happy to hear that until the technician told me that from now until the baby comes (10 weeks), its supposed to grow approximately 1/2 lb each week. That's another 5 lbs, making Baby D about 8 lbs at birth!

How can I carry around or deliver an 8 lb baby? That seems way too large for someone my size. Let's hope the baby doesn't grow that much or comes a bit early. Fingers crossed!!

(No pictures this time because Baby D was facing the wrong way. Sorry.)

Ready to go!

I went to the doctor today and got the great news that Baby D is ready to go - in position for delivery! With ten weeks left it will stay in this position from now on.

So no handstands in the pool (thankfully, public pools creep me out), shining flashights or sitting on music. My biggest fear is no longer and I'm now (relatively) worry free.

Unlike Baby D, I'm far from being ready to go. There's still so much to do before the baby comes. We have our first class this Sunday - a Baby Care class so H can learn how to change a diaper. And then there's CPR and 5 lamaze classes. On top of that we have to figure out what we need immediately when Baby D arrives and what can wait. We still have to finish our home (we still don't have blinds or curtains anywhere, just temporary shades in the bedroom). We need to interview/hire a baby nurse, figure out what we'll do with the puppy when I'm in the hospital, etc.

At least I won't be bored.

Stairs

Over the summer, the firm I work for merged with another and we are now in the process of moving offices so everyone can be together. Luckily our group is just moving downstairs (most of our old firm is moving uptown so I'm happy that my commute won't change) for a year until we move into new office space in the Flatiron District.

Today we all went downstairs to see where we'll be sitting. Since it's only four floors down and I need the exercise, my friend and I walked down the stairs and we got there at the same time as everyone else who rode the elevator. When we got out of the stairs a senior (childless) woman in our firm greeted me with: "You shouldn't be taking the stairs in your condition."

Huh? Really? Why can't I take the stairs? I'm not paralyzed and it's good exercise. I walk up and down the stairs all the time at home. Unless a pregnant woman is on bedrest, I've never heard of being confined to just one floor of her home. And I don't see elevators in every multi-story home where a pregnant woman has lived.

I just keep thinking about that remark and all the things I wouldn't be able to do if I couldn't take the stairs. It makes me laugh.