Horror Stories

If there is one thing I have learned during my pregnancy it's that every single woman's body is different and all of our pregnancy experiences are going to be different. And when it comes to pregnancy horror stories, I try my best not to listen to the women around me because I certainly do not want to hear them. This is my first baby and I don't want to go into labor thinking the worst. After we've all had our babies then we can talk. But for now I don't want to hear it!

I was standing in the check-out line at Wegman's the other day and the cashier lady saw I was pregnant and so did the girl behind me (who also happened to work at Wegman's). The girl behind me started talking about her first pregnancy and how she gained over 50 pounds and the cashier said she had twins and gained almost 100. At this point I'm just nodding my head and smiling at these girls but then the conversation took quite a different turn. The girl behind actually asked me if I wanted to know how long she had to push during labor. In the most polite way I could I told her I'd rather not know. Turns out her labor wasn't so bad except her boyfriend or doctor tricked her into thinking she was getting an epidural when she actually didn't. And the cashier lady followed her story by informing me she had her twins naturally also and pushed for a very long time. When she started going into more detail about her labor, I stated very clearly to both girls to stop talking. Not sure where this courage came from but I'm glad I said something. I told them this is my first baby and I don't want to hear about all of the bad things that could happen. Clearly they should have known to stop talking when my eyeballs about jumped out of their sockets in shear horror of their stories.

Can you tell I'm a little worried about actually having this baby? So women of Erie, if you see me coming, please keep your pregnancy horror stories to yourself. Like I said above, we can dish about it after I've had my baby.

One more story.....a guy at work looked at me today and said, "So, are you due any day now?" I kindly informed him I have about 10 more weeks until my due date. "Really?" He says. "Yep." I reply and walk back to my desk to give myself a quick pitty party.

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Josh asked me to make sure I post a picture with my blog post but since I haven't taken a recent pregnancy picture yet (sorry Brittany), I figured I'd post a cute picture of Nola. But I came across this one first and Marcky you are the lucky winner! Josh I bet you love this picture since you and Marcky share something very special. Very special as in you would probably be okay without me as long as you had Marcky. That's okay, I've learned to accept it.

A Worried Father/Grandfather

On Saturday morning I was trying to call my parents while Josh and I were driving down to Grove City to do a little shopping at the outlet mall. No particular reason I needed to call them, just wanting to say hello and see how they were doing. I am their daughter, do I need a reason to call them? Anyways, I tried to reach my parents at their house and on both of their cell phones but no answer. No worries, I figured I'd talk to them sometime later during the weekend. A couple minutes after I tried to reach them my mother sends me a text and asks if I am okay and says she can't talk she's at the grand opening of the new neonatal intensive care unit (where my father is the director). I completely forgot about the grand opening of the NICU, I have Josh text back (since I was driving - safety first) we are fine.

Yesterday, my sister calls to chat and during our convo she mentions I gave Papa a pretty big scare this weekend. What? Oh, with the phone call on Saturday. I guess my mother told Brittany that I called right before Papa was about to speak and when he saw my call he got a worried look on his face. Brittany also mentioned Papa has been a little on edge ever since my 23rd week.

I called my father today after work today to tell him not to worry about me. He told me he was on stage about to give his speech when he looked into his pocket and saw my missed call. He got my mother's attention, mouthed "Call Bethany" and that's when I received her text. Boy am I glad I called before his speech and not during. I told him he has to stop worrying about me because now I feel like I can't even call them without them worrying about me. He said he will try to not worry so much.

I'm sure when our son is born I will be worrying and fretting over ever little thing too. I guess I can't blame my papa for worrying.

Thanks for loving and caring for me so much Papa!

Happy Birthday Nola!

Today my sweet Nola turns 3 years old and since she lives with her grandparents in Ohio, Josh and I aren't able to be there to celebrate her birthday. We got Nola when she was only three months old and she only weighed 3 pounds. She has currently doubled her weight since and has easily made her way into all of our hearts. You can't help but love her!