Mommy Monday

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Y’all, its been a mother of a day. After dropping Huff the Tot at my aunt’s house so I could take Huff the Babe to his 2-month well child checkup, I saw that my rear driver’s side tire was completely FLAT. Scrambling, i called Huff the Hubs, my mom, and my dad for help. Huff the Hubs had used up all of his sick leave and vacation time to stay home after I gave birth (don’t even get me started on the horrible maternity/paternity leave policies in this country) and my dad couldn’t leave work. My mom came to drive us to the doctor, but thankfully my father-in-law came and changed my tire, taking the flat to get fixed. After we made it to HtB’s appointment (15 minutes late) I was told that my little boy would be getting THREE shots. THREE. And they said, “Don’t worry if he’s fussier than normal.”

Uh, this kid is perpetually fussy.

Needless to say, its been a day. And I could use some laughter so I’m sharing a funny (and oh-so-relatable!) video with you, Momma. Just in case you need to get some giggles out because your threenager threw an all-out, on-the-floor-fit because you didn’t buy the fruit snacks shaped like Captain America or your colicky newborn kept you up all night.

 

Try It Tuesday

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Now that we’re officially in March, I’m counting down the days until Huff the Babe makes his appearance. And lawd let me tell ya, I’m so incredibly ready to be done. I’ll spare you the gory details, but let’s just say that pregnancy HURTS.

I’ve been looking at ways to help me out during and after delivery (i.e., what I can do to help me NOT have to push for two hours like I did with Huff the Tot/what I can do to help speed up the healing process).

During my research, I came across this study. To spare you from having to read it yourself, a group of pregnant women were used in this study. Half of them ate 6 dates a day in the four weeks leading up to their due date and the other half did not. According to the study, those in the date-eating group:

  • Have intact membranes upon admission to the hospital
  • Go into labor spontaneously
  • Avoid pitocin
  • And have a shorter first phase of labor

Research has found that dates have an affect on the body much like the hormone oxytocin, which helps to stimulate contractions as well as help with hemorrhaging after delivery. Plus, its full of good-for-you stuff like fiber, magnesium, and potassium! So, why not, right?

Right when I read this, I went out and bought a bag!

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I’ve been chomping down on these bad boys since my 34th week! They’re actually pretty good and taste like big raisins!

I’ll let you know if I think the dates helped me out (I’m sure all those mamas-to-be want to know)!

 

Have you ever tried dates? What did you think?

Adventures in Pregnancy: The Dreaded Glucose Test

Ever since I got pregnant, women have been telling me things to “get ready for”. I knew some of them, but others were a little mind-boggling:

 

“You’ll never have dry underwear when you pee EVER AGAIN.” 

 

“Your stomach will NEVER shrink back to its original size.” 

 

“The days of getting 5 hours of sleep in row are long gone.” 

 

Each complaint varied from woman to woman, however the constant gripe was: “The glucose test is AWFUL.”

From the way many of my friends (and random women at Walmart) talked, the glucose test went something like this:

1. You can’t eat anything past noon the day before.

2. You can’t get to the doctor’s office until 9:00 a.m.

3. The nurse will give you a gallon size jug of the most disgusting beverage ever (think Drano with an orange aftertaste).

4. You have one hour to drink the Drano and the nurse watches you like a hawk shouting “Chug, chug, chug” like a frat-boy.

5. After you drink the entire thing you have to wait three hours. Then they take a bag of blood from your arm.

 

However, MY glucose test went like this:

1. Wake up at 5:30 so I could eat breakfast. (I only had to fast one hour beforehand.)

2. Get to DLO at 7:00 so I could drink the stuff.

3. Drink a very tiny bottle of a beverage that tasted like Orange Gatorade mixed with flat Orange Crush (it actually wasn’t difficult. It was kinda good, actually.):

"Who loves orange soda? I do, I do, I dooo-ooo!"

“Who loves orange soda? I do, I do, I dooo-ooo!”

4. Wait for an hour.

5. Go to the back and have the phlebotomist take two tiny vials of blood. (She was super gentle; I didn’t even feel the needle!)

6. Go about my merry way.

 

I seriously amped myself up for this awful, horrible, totally disgusting and emotionally exhausting event. But it wasn’t like that at all. I really don’t know why the glucose test gets such a bad rep….especially since labor and delivery seems like such a hum-dinger in comparison!

For all you expectant mommies who haven’t done the glucose test, try not to fret. I know everyone’s experiences are going to be different, but just know that there is one woman out there that didn’t sit in a corner in the fetal position crying because of the glucose test.