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Monday, May 27, 2013

Going Natural....Maybe?

So I went to church yesterday and in the middle of the last speaker, I had a really sharp pain in my pelvic area, enough that it made me get up to make sure my water hadn't come splashing out.....That would have been funny to witness.

Anyways, I checked and I was fine. However, I was talking to someone later and she asked how I was doing. I told her how I had progressed and how I was just waiting. And then I said that I just felt tired. She reminded me to take comfort in the Savior and just "hold on". I spoke with my MIL the other day and she mentioned how with her daughters she had all natural births. Ron just so happened to be her emergency c-section. Subsequently, with her daughters giving birth, almost all of them had an epidural. She commented on how they were able to relax during the contractions and because of that, they were able to have faster labor.

So.....I was thinking....maybe I don't want to do this all natural thing. Maybe pain meds. are okay. I like having options for sure, and I have broken two bones and not had pain killers until after the surgery, so I know a little bit of what pain is. But after having some nights where I am for sure feeling back labor, and then I am able to go to sleep, I realize I am tired and if I am already tired going into labor, WHY ON EARTH would I not ask for relief?

Good food for thought.

Is it really all that better to do a completely natural birth? Because as I see it, it is almost a pride issue saying you went all natural and the woman next to you who had an epidural was some how WEAK!

Thoughts?

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Where we are all at

I have been blessed ten fold the last couple of days. Ron has been sick with a head cold (super cute I would say, even though he has felt miserable) and I have been playing doctor to get him better. We both don't get sick that often, but when we do, it feels like we get hit hard. That was the side note.

Back to my subject: Where we are all at. My incredible sister-in-law (shout out to my in-laws. I LOVE THEM, and could not be more blessed to know such good people) wrote a post recently describing her thoughts on homosexuality and how it has been hard for her to understand how it works while being Latter-day Saint (she is very happily married and attracted to her husband). In reading her post, I kind of had verbal vomit: the kind of vomit that we all have, but usually don't say because it is neither the time nor place.
So I made the purge, 3 drafts worth. And I still texted her and told her how sorry I was to come off so pious. She laughed and reassured me it wasn't the end of the world.

Having written those thoughts, while along with a GREAT conversation with my Papa, and then yesterday having frozen yogurt with my best friend's mom (who is also an amazing example to me), I have come to a couple of life questions:

First: Who am I?
Second: What am I doing to become who I already am?
Third: What is my real purpose and goal here?

These are questions everyone asks, but on occasion they call for re-evaluation, and I so happen to be in a place to do that.

So, what do you all think about these questions? Who are you all, the people who read this blog? What do you feel like you are doing to achieve who you want to be? And why does it matter?

-Hannah

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Being a "one"....

* Disclaimer: No pics today, but there is a link to the hospital that we are delivering at. Go look around.



So today I started the weekly violation appointments that are all to common (actually necessary) for pregnant women. I was nervous and excited all at the same time. And I wanted to report on what has been happening for the last couple of weeks....since I tend to post my thoughts way too often.


I have hung out at my Visiting Teacher's house twice (love seeing how to be a mother to 4 children under the age of 9). I am very impressed with how it works: preparing lunch, getting three of the four in the 'Burban, dropping one off at afternoon kindergarten and then the 3rd youngest off at preschool. Then hanging for a couple of hours, asking my million questions that I tend to ask (warning: one of my good friend's mom said I should go into journalism and become the next Barbara Walters because I was so good at asking such personal questions. I secretly was very insecure about this and almost hated it, but since I have learned tact and privacy, I think I could actually be a decent reporter.... now it's just learning how to write...hahahahah). Next we pick up all three of the kids from their respected schools and come home and have a snack. It is kind of fun actually. I am grateful that I don't have to do this for a while, and that it is something you grow into. Otherwise, I might swear off this motherhood thing.


I had one or two appointments at the midwife's and got to meet one of the other midwifes. She seems really nice like the one I have been seeing my whole pregnancy. Very thorough with my questions and patient in explaining concerns I have. I did spot once in the this time period and called the after hours service because it was very unusual. Luckily, everything is totally normal, just a little surprised. I think it is a tale sign of things to come.


Ron and I took our hospital tour.... Really put into perspective that, yes, even though I have been feeling the alien for the past 4 or so months, WE ARE REALLY HAVING A BABY! Freak me out. That was really fun to visit with Ron. I am so grateful for a husband who is loving and patient with me and who is just as excited to have a child....sometimes even more prepared than I am.

Thinking, thinking.......Oh, it was Mother's Day and that was fun. We had a bbq with the Temperinis and loved it. The Sister missionaries were there also. Fun to talk about the mission. I fear I revealed a little bit more than I should have. Oops. MISS THE MISSION DAYS, especially cool peps like Papa and Mama Johnson, the Kaisers, and the Englands. Good people, good times.


As to the title of this post, Being a "one". Today I measured at a one. Now I know that most women stay at a one or two or even a three for a couple of weeks, but it made me really excited because that means, I am going to get bigger and I am going to have this baby soon. Can you tell I am a little antsy to get this over with? I just want to not be big any more and I want to meet the person who stretches pretty much all the time now.

Highlights coming up: I have a baby shower on Thursday. Hopeful to finish a quilt before this little man comes. Really want to go swimming. Oh, and I am now almost 36 and a half weeks. Just a couple of more weeks and I will have an infant. Crazy.

Loves....Nah