Archive for February, 2009

Feb
28
Filed Under (Baby) by catharine on 25-04-2007

So, I’ve summed up nearly 40 weeks of fetal development in one post–now for the pregnancy itself.  For me, discovering I was pregnant was a little like discovering my own mortality.  Maybe this happens a little sooner for others–I was always a late bloomer–but for me, this was delayed.  Do you remember this feeling–this realization that someday you are going to have a tomb stone–the point when driving long distances at night starts to take on some of the ominous qualities your grandmother always tried to impress upon you?  The reason it was a shock is that I just never thought it would happen to me–other people died, of course, but it never really occurred to me that I would too.  And, maybe this is where infertility stepped into play.  After three years of trying to get pregnant, pregnancy in general just seemed ethereal, like becoming President someday or discovering that I was actually the long lost heiress to a great fortune.  Both good for a movie plot line, but not likely.

So, when I actually was pregnant, I found I didn’t really think certain things would happen to me, like, oh, gaining weight.  These things happened to other people, sure, but somehow I suffered under the misapprehension that they would not happen to me.  Imagine my shock the first time I saw a swollen ankle?  My husband continues to laugh at the perplexed expressions on my face when I ponder aloud how my jeans could possibly be tighter in the legs, how my shoes could feel a little snug, and quite frankly, how in the world my stomach got so huge!  “What did you think was going to happen?”  he’ll say.  I continue to look at him perplexed and a little annoyed, actually, because while I have gained 35 pounds (actually, more, but I just say 35 because that’s the upper acceptable limit and I am not in the habit of being honest with myself), he has lost at least 15.

At first, I thought it was just an optical illusion causing him to look thinner and thinner when standing next to my burgeoning belly, but then his pants started looking loose in the waist band, and then he started tugging on said waist bands and chuckling at the gapes, himself perplexed, because he “wasn’t trying to lose weight.  Where is it all going?”  It’s like the curious case of Benjamin Button–he looks younger and more handsome, while I can no longer tie my own shoes and roll in and out of bed like an old man with a bear belly.

So, here I am at 18 weeks–if you didn’t know me you couldn’t tell I was pregnant, but I wasn’t wearing any of my normal clothes at that point.
Just a few weeks later, 20 weeks, I was looking a little more bonafied.
So, skip ahead to 35 weeks since there are almost no pictures of me without Natasha that I can actually post.  Obviously, the baby bump got a little bigger.  Here I am at a baby shower with the Inbody women in my family.
And finally, this is the current condition my condition is in.  Did I mention no longer having much use of my abdominal muscles?  It seems they can only become so convex before they just give up.  My husband finds this amusing.  He likes to laugh while he watches me roll around trying to get up out of bed and off the couch.

So, that’s where we are now. The baby is showing no signs of wanting to leave–he’s apparently quite content and finds his digs perfectly acceptable.  We’re hoping he’ll change his mind before my doctor decides to evict him.



Feb
23
Filed Under (Baby) by catharine on 25-04-2007

6 weeks 3 daysLet me end my long silence on the other significant event in our life, the long-awaited baby.  I had composed a post that was going to have been named “which came first, the chicken or the egg,” but I will have to recap the past 32 weeks more briefly, instead.  So, in July, we got our first peak at baby Corder, and our hopes were nearly dashed when they told us “he” (please bear with my sexist default) was measuring a week behind with a slow heartbeat.  Here he was then, at 6 weeks and 3 days, but measuring 5 weeks.

7 weeks 3 daysWe went back a week later, and our hopes were renewed.  He still measured a week behind (6 weeks rather than the 7 weeks 3 days we knew him to be) but he’d done a week’s worth of growing in the previous seven days and his heartbeat was strong.  We were told that we were out of the woods and as likely as anyone else just 7 weeks pregnant to carry to term.  We were also told that our baby, evolutionarily speaking, was still a chicken.  Here’s our little chick:

8 weeksSo, knowing all was well, Grandma GeeGee came with me for the long trip back to Houston just days later for the official 8-week ultrasound that was required by the study protocol, and we were treated to a little arm and leg bud wiggle.  Grandma claimed to have seen the little guy wag his tail as well.  Everyone, including the RE, pronounced themselves astounded at his accomplishments at just 8 weeks.  We were also told he’d left the chicken stage of life and entered the pig, evolutionarily speaking.  You can imagine our pride upon hearing this.  He still wasn’t a primate, but we were proud none the less.  For those of you who can’t tell even though it’s totally obvious, that dark circle at the top is the little guys ultra-developed brain, and that’s his tail curling around on the bottom.  Here, we’re treated to a profile shot.

So, then we had to cool our heels for four whole week sans ultrasound, but finally, in August, we got to see him not just in primate form, but decidedly human, although somewhat skeletor-ish.  He had caught up to 11 weeks and 5 days by this point, so we were back on track with development.  We also assessed that this guy was laid back.  The first picture shows his hands behind his head.

This one — his legs with ankles crossed–he’s kickin’ back, enjoying all that free floating space–this guys was ready for a nice relaxing gestation and totally unaware of all the angst surrounding his developmental progress.

The last peek we had at him was at 20 weeks when most folks find out the sex, but despite my calling the baby “him” all the time, we didn’t find out.  He could be a she.  We’ll just have to wait and see.  You can feel free to examine above “kickin’ it in the womb” pose if you’d like, but that’s the umbilical cord in the way, so his business end is well concealed.  So, here’s baby Corder 19 weeks ago when he was half-way done.

 And looking right at his little face–yes, that’s his eyeball!

 

This is his foot…

 and a shot we like to call “the Joker.”  We actually saw this yawn, and it was very cute live, but the picture just looks, well, a little creepy. So, that brings us to date with the baby, until he decides to show up in person.



Feb
11
Filed Under (Uncategorized) by catharine on 25-04-2007

Sometime last week we sent the following email to our friends and family, and this, more than anything, explains my long silence on this blog.  When there’s almost nothing good to say, it’s hard to say anything at all.

We have sad news that many of you already know since you have been supporting us through the past several weeks, which have been extremely difficult.  We were not able to consumate our adoption in January as we had been planning since last July when Natasha first came home.  Several issues came to light late in her placement that we were not capable of handling for her, and as a result Natasha has had to move back into a foster placement.  The hopeful things we can pull from this situation are that her case has been relocated to the Brazos valley where we live, and she will not move back Corpus Christi–this is a much better region both socially and for CPS–and she has been placed with what seems to be a very capable and experienced family.  A disruption in an adoption placement is not good for her, however, so please add Natasha to your prayer lists. 

Since sending this email we have learned a little more about her current situation, all of which sounds hopeful and good to us: there are other kids her age; there are animals; there is a lot of outdoor space; and this placement, although it’s currently a foster placement, could turn into an adoptive placement.  My hopes soared for Natasha when I heard this, and I’ve been praying for her new family since.

I doubt I’ll go into more detail about the why’s and wherefore’s of our situation.  All I can ask those of you who know us is to trust our judgement and know the decision didn’t come lightly or without strong conviction that it was the best decision we could make.  It has been a blessing to have received so much support from so many already saying as much or more in support of this decision.  For now, I’ll it at that.