On Sunday, I was trying to do an Sunday-appropriate activity by watching Mormon Messages and quickly realized that wasn't the best idea for an emotional pregnant lady. There's a commercial on TV where the woman is pregnant and crying while watching a video on her tablet, and the husband comes and says "Honey, I would prefer you didn't watch these when you're pregnant." She then say, "but they're being so nice" in reference to the video of a cat and dog playing together. Stephen quotes that to me often. Sunday morning, he got out of the shower and saw me crying on the bed listening to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Pandora station. He asked what song it was that made me start crying, knowing instinctively what was wrong (or rather, that nothing was actually wrong). It was Mary's Lullaby. Totally got to me. He quoted the commercial and asked me if I purposely torture myself or if I had considered just turning off the song. I told him I wasn't torturing myself--I was indulging myself. I do that sometimes.
Pregnancy wise, I'm doing really well for the most part. I had my 24 week check up last Monday and confirmed I don't have gestational diabetes, so that's good. Paige was as wiggly as ever when they were trying to get her heartbeat. She's super active at random points throughout the day, but seems to be consistently active when the midwife checks her heartbeat and around 9:00 at night. In fact, she's being active now. I guess she wants me to tell you all hi from her. I try to talk to her often, and I feel like that helps both me and her. I want to send her all the positive vibes I can.
One down side with being pregnant--heartburn. The wives' tales say having heartburn means my baby will be born with hair. If that's true, I think Paige will be born with a lion's mane. Friday night I started having really bad heartburn that didn't go away like it most often does. Hours after eating some tums, it still was hurting, and getting worse. Around one in the morning, I asked Stephen to give me a blessing, which he did without hesitation. Unfortunately this didn't immediately bring relief. I was awake until five, trying to cope with the burning sensation. What finally allowed me to sleep was practicing some meditation from Hypnobirthing (I'm looking into using that for my labor).
I got three hours of sleep before I woke up again, still hurting. I called my midwives who recommended some medicine and to eat bland food. The medicine helped a lot to stop the acid reflux, but, my chest and throat still felt like it had been scalded and damaged. My midwives called me Saturday afternoon to check on me and see if I was doing better. I thought that was very kind of them to do. Saturday night it had calmed down more, but it wasn't until I woke up Sunday morning that I finally felt like I was over that bout of heartburn. It was physically and emotionally taxing, but I am doing just fine now, so don't worry.
Saturday wasn't completely consumed by heartburn though. Stephen and I went to a ward activity at a farm. We had a hayride, shot rotten apples out of a homemade cannon, walked through a maze that went up to our shoulders, and took a cute picture in front of an old truck with some pumpkins. The point of the activity was to pick out a pumpkin, but the tightwad in me knew I could find them cheaper at the grocery store than at the field. It was still a lot of fun to go to the farm and spend time with Stephen. Ward activities in a married student ward are more like a big group date. We realized Stephen and I still need to work on the socializing with other couples thing. We might still be in the newlywed phase.
We went Saturday night to a grocery store and picked out some really good pumpkins. We carved them Sunday night. It was our first time carving pumpkins since we didn't get around to it last year. It is a lot of fun to do something festive with him, since we probably won't be dressing up this year. Really though, I'm more excited for Thanksgiving and Christmas and the time we'll have with family. I've been listening to Christmas music all year. Stephen would normally give me a hard time for listening to Christmas music before Thanksgiving, but when it's June and I'm listing to my Christmas Pandora station, he really can't say much.
After we carved pumpkins, Paige was wiggling a lot. I sat on the couch and Stephen and I watched my stomach. Suddenly, there was a big lurch as half of my waved to the left. We both checked that the other saw that, and I was so excited. We then tried having Stephen put his hand on me. He must have a calming touch, because anytime we've tried it before, Paige has stopped moving. But this time, after a few tries, she gave a nice solid kick to his palm. He looked at me and asked if that was me or not. I told him it was Paige and felt so excited and proud. I've been wanting Stephen to feel her for a while now to share this with him. It was a great family bonding moment with the three of us that made me excited for the rest of the night.
My mom and sister are coming to visit today. Deborah is moving up to Provo after coming home from her mission about a month ago. I'm excited to spend time with them, but especially my mom. I call home several times a week for one question or another, and I imagine the phone calls will only increase once I'm taking care of my baby. But having them come means I need to clean my house. At least it's not too bad today. Just the kitchen and bathroom. Stephen helped me with vacuuming and the laundry yesterday. I sure love having a husband who helps me with the chores. But the dishes need to be done, so I'll go do those now.
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