So like I stated in my earlier post, I have some catching up to do to introduce you to my son Chase. I found out that I was pregnant on October 9, 2009. Jeff and I were married less than 5 months, but we were ready to start a family. Our new baby was set to arrive in June 2010.
The first 20 or so weeks of my pregnancy were flawless. No throwing up, no nausea, just got fat pretty much from the start! I am a high school basketball coach at my alma mater and made it through the entire season kicking and screaming at officials!
My 20 week ultrasound revealed a marginal placenta previa - where your placenta lays close to the opening of your cervix (as well as having a baby boy). All was still good as like 95% of cases clear up naturally before birth. Alternative was C-Section...YIKES!
The next couple of weeks were pretty uneventful except for a 26 week follow up ultrasound that showed no progress on the movement of my placenta - the c-section was looking more and more likely, but hey I thought as long as everyone's healthy who gives a hoot.
In late March - as I was really looking rotund, I went to Washington, DC for a business meeting. That night I sprung a leak and was hospitalized. That pesky placenta was refusing to cooperate and was now completely lying over my cervix. Doc told me I was a freak of nature - exactly what a hormonal, crazy, fat pregnant lady wants to hear while she is in a strange city in the hospital by herself!
I was there for 2 days and they finally released me to strict bedrest at home. I was 27 weeks so that meant I had 12 weeks of being a couch potato ahead of me. Oh wait, the best part is that 2 days later I found out that I had gestational diabetes so no doughnuts, cake, bread - oh wait all the things I love - for 13 weeks. Awesome! Can't move, can't eat, and yet still watched myself get fatter by the minute.
12 days of home bedrest down and a interesting low-carb Easter dinner in my belly - I spring another leak. This one lands me in the hospital for the duration of my pregnancy. GREEEATTTT! 10 + weeks of hospital diet food, no DVR and pesky nurses poking at me at all hours of the night.
Needless to say, it was not a relaxing vacation. I sprung 5 more leaks until it was all said and done. My doctors told me to keep baking the little man, and I was trying, but he was just ready to enter the world. So, even though they were holding out for a 36 week C-Section. Chase decided on the morning of May 8th, that he had enough of his cramped quarters. At 6 am, I sprung leak lucky #7 and the doc said its "Baby Day".
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