She's getting better

So she's getting a lot healthier. All her tests are coming back good and she's off the IV. Now she just needs to stop being so fussy about eating. Hopefully she'll be coming home soon.

Here's a quick video to keep you all entertained until Dea gets back to writing.

Beatrix Update

Hi everyone. Thanks for the messages and well wishes.
Trixie is so cute that I swoon everytime I see her.
There is a little glitch in my ultimate mommy plan.
She's in the NICU right now and it's not clear what's wrong, but it doens't appear to be something horrible. It looks like my placenta started to give out on her and she actually may have lost weight before she was born. So she came out at a deficit and when she lost more weight as normal newborns do it was too much for her. The good news is that she started taking formula from a bottle today and keeping it down. She does have a feeding tube in, but it's only been used once. (she hates it!)
I will post more updates and pictures as soon as I can.
Right now we're off to the hospital again to feed her and we've been given a parent's room for the night so that we can be near to her.
More later I promise!

Beatrix Gabrielle Berkan

Born Feb 24, at 11:03. 5 pounds, 11 ounces.

TheTweedles is all fixed up

So I got fed up with our old web host iPower and decided to move to GoDaddy. It's been a painful week, especially with so many people so anxious to hear news from us. Anyway, there were some problems moving the domain over and then some problems moving my files over. Most of the problems were due to the old hosting service so I'm really hoping that's all behind us now. I've just uploaded all our old pictures and fixed the rss/atom feed so everything should be working now. If you find anything wrong let me know and I'll fix it.

Unless of course I'm busy with a new baby :)

Housekeeping.

Hello! I've managed to worry some people when the blog was down. (I feel so loved! AND apparently my readership is greater than my mom, step mom and mother in law!) So what happened is that Adam switched the host and there was a problem and we needed them to fix something. But it's up and running, kinda. I don't think that Adam's blog is up yet, but it will be soon. The general consensus seemed to have been that we had the baby and didn't have time to post. I assure you, Internets, as soon as I can type after having her I will announce to the world that she's here in all of her glory, complete with pictures! Today I had my 40 week midwife appointment and it was standard, listened to baby, poked at baby (to ascertain where she's situated-- head down, back to my side) checked my blood pressure and chatted. There was some talk about homeopathic medicine, and it amused me to no end to hear the little explosions in Adam's head as the midwife talked about the vibrations of the herbs and how they leave their fingerprints in a tincture, so then you can get away with minute doses. Trying to convince Adam that there is another side to science is like trying to tell a zealot that there is no god. Really people, I suggest you try it some time. (not convince a zealot, explain to Adam that there are science alternatives... it will have you rolling on the floor.) In summary, blog is okay, I haven't had a baby but I will let you know. According to the midwife I'm still pregnant and we're waiting on the baby. Adam is not interested in alternative medicines, but I am. (or will consider them)

40 weeks

40 weeks marks my due date! Which is today! Too bad that it's an estimated due date though, and I'm still pregnant.
Adam has a theory that I won't go into labour for at least another week. He's looked up the statistics and has applied some mathy bits to it and has deduced the chance per day that I will have the baby. I believe I have about a 6% chance for today and slightly higher for tomorrow, overall a 25% chance this week.
I think it's all voodoo and he's put a hex on me to torture me!
Okay what's really happened is that him and the other super brains that he works with have figured this out to decide which projects to give him, based on the chance he will be able to finish them. I find it amusing that Google's brightest figured this out, you know instead of working on their-- work....

Anyhow DUDE 40 WEEKS! It's rather surreal! I feel rather stuffed with baby, and I am less than comfortable. I can't wait to burn my maternity clothes and wear normal clothes at some point again. (zippers and buttons on jeans, oh my!)
My midwife figures that the baby is about 7 and a half pounds, which I need to point out is a good size for a baby. I've had a few comments that 7.5 is really big and so on and so forth. But actually it's not. We're not all Christina Aguilera who chose a c-section at 37 weeks and had a small baby. (she chose a section! so that she wouldn't tear! I don't see how a small tear is worse than a large VISABLE scar. I think she's worried about other things really, to which I say, kegals, girl, kegals! Anyhow I digress.)

The baby is super active and likes to jab me hard, I guess she's less than happy with her confines as well. I remind her that it's up to her at this point and I'm not going to prevent her from coming!

I get to see my midwife and OB this week and the differences between them is rather amusing. I'm sure that my doctor will want to talk about induction and my midwife is much more laid back and willing to let nature take it's course. I will give my doctor credit though. She doesn't push me and knows that I do have a midwife and want to approach this in a natural fashion. That all being said I hope that I won't have to resort to less than natural options (which is anything that isn't the baby deciding on her own when to come), however I might be here in two weeks ready for whatever is needed.

Other than officially becoming full term there isn't a lot to report. Baby's growing, stretch marks are stretching and my craving for Japanese food is astronomical.

39 Weeks

Today I am one week away from my estimated due date, but we all know that 40 weeks is an estimation and full term is anywhere from 37 to 42 weeks. So technically I've been full term for 2 weeks and it's just a waiting game to see when the baby decides to be born. Granted I would love for her to be born now. She's about 7 pounds and is making me feel rather stuffed. However 7 pounds isn't huge. I've had a few comments that it's quite big, but it's not, it's quite average, and I believe that my body won't make a baby bigger than I can birth.* (A funny thing, evolution is.) So I think that this little cherub is going to stick around a little longer. She hasn't shown any sign that she's ready to come out, so I suspect that I will give birth after the 41st week like most new mothers, which puts me giving birth the week of the 25th, which is 2 weeks from today. So I guess I'm in for the long haul. Fun fun!

*Please don't regale me with stories how your baby was sooo big and it was just impossible. There is a rare chance that a mother's pelvis is actually too small, but it's rare. Frankly I've heard enough horror stories from people about difficulties birthing and I don't need to be hearing them right now. (Why do people feel the need to tell me the bad stuff? It's like they are rooting for my homebirth to fail, and it makes me sad, and really makes me want to hide away from the world more.)

38 weeks

or as I like to call it, "the world is stupid".
I've decided that I hate the world and it's full of idiots. Except you, of course. And Adam. He's not an idiot, even if he didn't feed the dog this morning and poor Chachi gave me the puppy dog eyes.
Adam thinks that I'm back to the hormonal stage I was when we were trying to get pregnant and I was on the evil drugs. I corrected him to remind him that back then I hated everyone, including him, but now he's exempt.
I'm finding that even my daily blogs and message boards are irritating me. Especially the grammar mistakes on the message boards, it's taking all I have to not correct them.
Oh well, I suspect that a small pink person can help to alleviate my grumpies. And to be clear I mean pink like healthy pink, not Oompa Loompa pink.

Okay, capishe?