Shower Part III: Friends

Four years later, my maids are here for me again. Kendrick, Kate, Lindsey and Julie threw me a Sweet Pea Garden themed shower on July 29 atop the 4th floor terrace of my condo building. 

No garden themed shower is complete without a fruit baby carriage!

The party planners.

This game had my name written all over it! Two teams of players had to don a baby belly, place a scrabble tile between the knees, shimmy from Point A to Point B, and place the tile in the jar.

 So how big do you guesstimate my belly is?

Seth named Jenna winner of the "Draw a Baby" contest.

As I opened gifts, each of the girls shared their wishes for Baby Pea.

You girls made me feel so special! A big thanks to Linds, Kendrick, Kate and Julie (You were missed)!!

Chi Town Babymoon

Before the arrival of our baby girl, Seth and I planned a simple getaway to the city. Since is wasn't too long ago that we vacationed in Florida with my family and South Carolina with his, we kept our one last "hurrah" local. 

Our original "Babymoon" was supposed to take place July 7-8, but due to another unexpected trip to the emergency room, things got postponed to July 21-22.

Seth and I arrived by train into the city around noon. We checked into Hotel Sax and headed to the Taste of River North for some lunch.

After lunch and some walking around, we stopped into McDonald's to take a little rest. (Walking and humidity had caught up to this preggo.) While we cooled down at an empty table, I brought up our name dilemma. We were still stuck on the same two names since early in the pregnancy and I wanted to see if Seth had any new thoughts. Nope. We did start to talk about nicknames for each, but since neither name has a good one, nor a natural shortened name (there's a hint for ya), Seth said for one of the names he would probably just call our little girl by her first and middle name. When he affectionately said it, I started to cry. Now I don't know if I was simply emotional and on the verge of tears at any given trigger or if this was some sort of sign that this should be the name. I won't really know the answer to that either way, but I'll let you know which one we go with.

Back at the hotel, we caught a bit of a nap before getting cleaned up for a stroll along the river and dinner at Naha.

And we finished off the overnight with "breakfast" (at like 11:30) the next day! 

I definitely love life just the two of us Seth Michael, but I have a feeling it's about to get even better!

Shower Part II: Work

Shower number two took place over lunch at work on July 17. Complete with a green and pink "Sweet Pea" theme, my work friends and division colleagues gathered for catering from Uncle Julio's Fine Mexican and present opening. To top things off, guests could complete a Sweet "P" crossword puzzle and eat pea in a pod cupcakes for dessert. 

For more of Kim's awesome creations, check out  http://ksheyne.blogspot.com/ .

Thank you Kim, Natalie, and Jamie. You ladies are the best!

The Bump @ 32

After the Minnesota baby shower, my sister and her friend Angie were gracious to capture some pics of my 32 week baby bump. Here are some of my favorites!

Shower Part I: Minnesota

My first baby shower took place in Minnesota on Saturday, July 14. Thrown by my sister, a mix of family and friends gathered outside Sarah's Minnetonka home. Decorated in navy and coral, in honor of the colors chosen for our future baby room, the shower started off with a yogurt parfait bar, sausage egg bake, and cupcakes.

Following brunch, we played "Guess What's in the Bag." Ten sealed white paper bags were each filled with a single baby item. Guests had to feel the outside of the bag and guess what baby item was inside. There were two winners; both guessed all 10 items correctly. I only got four right. Embarrassingly, I guessed one if the items was a lollipop. Not only was I way off (the actual item was a thermometer), but lollipop's don't exactly belong in the baby category. Clearly I am not a mother yet.

Sarah also put together a quiz about my pregnancy. For those who were following my blog, they had an advantage. 

Finally, it was present opening time!

My old baby clothes and pictures with me in them

All set for Pietrini family vacation!

Thank you sister for such an amazing shower! Not even the heat could keep everyone from having a good time. 

Doctors, Doctors, & More Doctors

In the last two weeks, I have seen my speech therapist, neurologist, primary care doctor and OB, plus a high risk pregnancy doctor, and hematologist (resent blood test results found me low in Proteins S & C, which help prevent blood clots). So if you have any questions about medical insurance and obtaining a referral, I am your gal.

At the recommendation of my OB, I had a consultation with a high risk pregnancy doctor to discuss whether I am really "high risk". In describing my experiences with the difficulty breathing/VCD/acid reflux, which has basically dwindled to being non-existent, and my TIA-like experience, plus review of my bloodwork, the doc had good news for me: I'm not considered high risk. In fact, the doctor isn't convinced I actually had a TIA. And while Protein S & C are lower than expected, even for a pregnant woman, the doctor wouldn't actually describe me as deficient. The hematologist said the same.

In any case, all doctors involved agree that I should be put on Lovonox, a blood thinner, as a precautionary measure. I now have the pleasure of giving myself daily injections in the side of my stomach. In two weeks, I will switch to a different blood thinner injection, Heparin. The trade off for the double pokes is the option for an epidural. (I'm not as tough as I would like to think.)  

The craziness of appointments will continue. In two days I have an appointment for a venous Doppler ultrasound of the legs to make sure I am clear of blood clots and next week I'll be getting my blood drawn to ensure my platelet count hasn't decreased due to the Lovonox injections. That's not to mention my OB appointments that have just increased to weekly. 

I'm hoping this is my last medical update of this sort. I have several baby showers to catch you up on and one more this coming weekend!
   

Emergency Room Take Two

I had a TIA. Or at least that is what two neurologists have concluded. 

Towards the end of the work day on Friday, July 6, I started to feel some numbness on the right side of my face and in my right hand. I dismissed this at first, until I received a phone call. As I attempted to formulate words over the phone in response to the questions I was being asked, they were not the same words I was thinking. And I began stuttering. I knew what I wanted to say, but I was experiencing aphasia. Something was very wrong.
  
After I managed to get through the phone call, and explain to two of my coworkers what was happening, one of them called my OB's office. "Go to the emergency room." And to the emergency room (again) I went. 

Sparing you the details of my near refusal to get an MRI ("Lay down, hold still, use these ear plugs for the noise, and sorry if you're claustrophobic." Yeah right.), extraction of vials and vials of blood, an ultrasound on my throat, attempting to sleep with a compression machine on my calf's and being admitted overnight for observation, I now have not one, but two incidents in pregnancy never before seen by my OB. 

So now on top of my more frequent prenatal visits and speech therapy appointments, I had a follow up visit with a neurologist and later will be meeting with a high risk pregnancy doctor. With the neurologist, I went over in detail what happened to me two Fridays ago. Ruling out a migraine and observing some small abnormalities in my tests, some of which may only be appearing due to pregnancy, I was told this has to be ruled a TIA. Indefinitely, it's Baby Aspirin for life. Following pregnancy, I will have a repeat of tests, plus a transesophageal echo to find my real susceptibility to a full-fledged stroke.

Oh me and pregnancy.

Bonus: Because of what happened, by OB sent me in on Monday for a growth update ultrasound. Baby P weighed a perfect 4lb 8oz (52nd percentile). I was told to expect a healthy babe in the high sevens low eights.