2 weeks to go. Holy cow...this is really going to happen....soon.
Another trip to the Land of the Vaginas ® yesterday. S actually wanted me to go in with her, even knowing that she was going to be "checked".
The funny part, however, happened before we went into the exam room. S was at the nurses station doing the pre-appointment inspection: you know...weight, temperature, blood pressure. Well, the nurse that was doing it was new. She was being supervised by the nurse that usually sees S. The new girl tried three times to get S's blood pressure and couldn't. She said that the midwife would just take it manually. S got this weird look on her face and said "She'll what?!?"
The regular nurse and I looked at each other and both said "She'll take it manually".
S said, "Oh, I thought she said anally." LOL...yeah, we knew that.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
35 weeks
Another trip to The Land of the Vaginas ® yesterday. Tomorrow will be 35 weeks. That makes it five short weeks until D-Day for those that are keeping score. I'm not sure that I'm ready for this, but it doesn't really matter, does it? This baby is going to come whether I'm ready for it or not.
S isn't ready. She's putting up a brave front and being strong, but she's scared and nervous. She's reading everything she can on the internet about pregnancy and knows whats going on every step of the way. She knows way more about it than I do. She's grown up so much through this. On the other hand, the fact that she's grown up so much has made her really realize what she's missing not being in school. During the last week, she's seen lots of kids out for their prom and has been disappointed that she's not participating. She realizes what she's missing and is ready to go back to school and get involved. Her grades at the alternative school that she's attending are ok and improving. She's got a couple of C's, a B and an A. I haven't seen grades like that since about 4th grade. I hope she can keep it up after returning to regular school in September.
The alleged father of the baby has moved from his mother's house nearby to his father's house in another county. His mother told his father about the situation. ( I had called and offered to give them the "denial" form to sign and be done with it.) The father called me and basically said that his son isn't the father. He said to me "have you considered the possibility that your daughter is lying to you?" I told him that, yes, I had considered that and asked him if he'd considered the possibility that his son is lying to him. He ducked that comment. I offered the denial form to him and he dismissed it because he "doesn't want his son's name involved in this." I wonder how he'll feel when his son is named in a paternity suit. He told me that he needed to talk to his attorney, and I told him that would be fine, and to have his attorney call me. That was last Thursday and I haven't heard anything back from him. Now we need to get with the adoptive parents and plan the next move.
We don't want anything from this kid but to take responsibility. S doesn't want him to get away with simply denying it, and at this point, neither do I.
Enough for now. Keep praying for us. I need that baby to stay on schedule.
S isn't ready. She's putting up a brave front and being strong, but she's scared and nervous. She's reading everything she can on the internet about pregnancy and knows whats going on every step of the way. She knows way more about it than I do. She's grown up so much through this. On the other hand, the fact that she's grown up so much has made her really realize what she's missing not being in school. During the last week, she's seen lots of kids out for their prom and has been disappointed that she's not participating. She realizes what she's missing and is ready to go back to school and get involved. Her grades at the alternative school that she's attending are ok and improving. She's got a couple of C's, a B and an A. I haven't seen grades like that since about 4th grade. I hope she can keep it up after returning to regular school in September.
The alleged father of the baby has moved from his mother's house nearby to his father's house in another county. His mother told his father about the situation. ( I had called and offered to give them the "denial" form to sign and be done with it.) The father called me and basically said that his son isn't the father. He said to me "have you considered the possibility that your daughter is lying to you?" I told him that, yes, I had considered that and asked him if he'd considered the possibility that his son is lying to him. He ducked that comment. I offered the denial form to him and he dismissed it because he "doesn't want his son's name involved in this." I wonder how he'll feel when his son is named in a paternity suit. He told me that he needed to talk to his attorney, and I told him that would be fine, and to have his attorney call me. That was last Thursday and I haven't heard anything back from him. Now we need to get with the adoptive parents and plan the next move.
We don't want anything from this kid but to take responsibility. S doesn't want him to get away with simply denying it, and at this point, neither do I.
Enough for now. Keep praying for us. I need that baby to stay on schedule.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tired...
I'm tired. A lot.
But today the reason is that I was awakened at 4:30 something this morning by the question "Dad, how many Braxton-Hicks contractions can I have in an hour before we have to call the hospital?"
Ok. I'm awake. "I think it's six. What did you have?"
"5"
I'm out of bed to look at the card that the nurse gave us. It doesn't tell me. S says she'll go look at her book (the binder that they gave her with all the info about pregnancy that one would ever need.)
She comes back and tells me that it is, indeed, six. I ask again how many she had and she tells me 5 in a little more than an hour.
I'm not alarmed, but not altogether calm either.
Go back to bed and relax, I tell her, and I do the same. I was actually able to go back to sleep for a while, but I dreamed of hospitals.
This on top of the fact that last night she announced that she only had 40 days left. My mind said "Ahhhhhh!", but my persona remained cool as a cucumber. In the next forty days I have to pack everything we own, move into a new apartment, take S to 5 doctor appointments, a hospital orientation and a lamaze class, complete adoption paperwork, contact the sperm donor dad, become a grandfather, and the good Lord only knows what else.
I need a vacation.
But today the reason is that I was awakened at 4:30 something this morning by the question "Dad, how many Braxton-Hicks contractions can I have in an hour before we have to call the hospital?"
Ok. I'm awake. "I think it's six. What did you have?"
"5"
I'm out of bed to look at the card that the nurse gave us. It doesn't tell me. S says she'll go look at her book (the binder that they gave her with all the info about pregnancy that one would ever need.)
She comes back and tells me that it is, indeed, six. I ask again how many she had and she tells me 5 in a little more than an hour.
I'm not alarmed, but not altogether calm either.
Go back to bed and relax, I tell her, and I do the same. I was actually able to go back to sleep for a while, but I dreamed of hospitals.
This on top of the fact that last night she announced that she only had 40 days left. My mind said "Ahhhhhh!", but my persona remained cool as a cucumber. In the next forty days I have to pack everything we own, move into a new apartment, take S to 5 doctor appointments, a hospital orientation and a lamaze class, complete adoption paperwork, contact the sperm donor dad, become a grandfather, and the good Lord only knows what else.
I need a vacation.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Ultrasound, part trois
Another trip to the Land of the Vaginas® (for those not following along at home, that's the OB/Gyn office) last evening. We went in the building and S had to pee, so I sent her upstairs to take care of that while I checked in. Met her upstairs and we went over to the proper area. When the called her name, we went in, and S was handed the little pee on the strip thing. S said "I just went to the bathroom. Oops. Like this doesn't happen every time, and neither of us remembered it. Anyway, we told her to drink some water and run the faucet. Success.
Over to the nurse station where I noticed a new vagina model that hasn't been there before. S said I was weird.
Quick check up with the nurse/midwife who says everything is fine. Appointments now go to three weeks, then two, then weekly. Crap...here we go.
Then over to the ultrasound. Baby still is a little shy, but we saw hands and feet, legs and spine. Face looked like it was pushed into the uterus. There's a joke there, but I'm not saying it. Last but not least, the nurse was convinced that what we were seeing was little girl parts and no little boy parts. So, it appears that it is a girl. S has been saying all along that she thought it was so I guess she was right.
Tonight, S starts her Lamaze class with a wonderful lady from church who volunteered to be S's coach. Not me, thank God.
In other news: we've put down a deposit to move in June, so on top of a pregnant teen due in July, I'm going to move to a new domicile the last week of June. Head examined? Probably need it.
Out for now.
Over to the nurse station where I noticed a new vagina model that hasn't been there before. S said I was weird.
Quick check up with the nurse/midwife who says everything is fine. Appointments now go to three weeks, then two, then weekly. Crap...here we go.
Then over to the ultrasound. Baby still is a little shy, but we saw hands and feet, legs and spine. Face looked like it was pushed into the uterus. There's a joke there, but I'm not saying it. Last but not least, the nurse was convinced that what we were seeing was little girl parts and no little boy parts. So, it appears that it is a girl. S has been saying all along that she thought it was so I guess she was right.
Tonight, S starts her Lamaze class with a wonderful lady from church who volunteered to be S's coach. Not me, thank God.
In other news: we've put down a deposit to move in June, so on top of a pregnant teen due in July, I'm going to move to a new domicile the last week of June. Head examined? Probably need it.
Out for now.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
No post in awhile...
...so here's one:
Without going back to check, I'm not positive I ever mentioned that S is giving this baby up for adoption. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned that before and since there's only two of you that ever read this, even though you don't comment just so that I know you're alive, and you both know, it's probably a moot point to mention it. Can you say "run-on sentence"? Should the question mark go inside the quotes in the last sentence? I'm never sure about that end of sentence punctuation when there's quotes involved. I could probably reach across the desk for Strunk and White's Elements of Style and it would tell me, but I'm on a roll and don't want to slow down.
Annnnywho...so...to make a long story short, S is considering a couple that I know from work as the adoptive parents. Some seem to think that's a bad idea (S's mom) and others seem to think it's a good idea. All I know is that I've trusted God this far with this thing and I truly believe that we are being led that way, so that's good enough for me. If he doesn't want it that way, he can let us know.
They're a very Godly family. They are already a family of four, with two young girls (± 5 and ± 2), the oldest of which has Cystic Fibrosis. The mom is going to homeschool the girls. They have a nice little house in one of the older parts of Tustin, with a big back yard, and lots of kids in the neighborhood. All the things S never had.
They are very supportive of S's wish to have an open adoption, even to the point of regular contact. It really does feel like a God thing.
S hasn't made the final proclamation yet, although I think she's made the decision is her mind. She asked if we could go back to the Korean BBQ Buffet where we met them last week for dinner, and I think she wants to make her announcement. So, we're going out to dinner again this Saturday. If you're a praying person, offer one up for us.
Without going back to check, I'm not positive I ever mentioned that S is giving this baby up for adoption. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned that before and since there's only two of you that ever read this, even though you don't comment just so that I know you're alive, and you both know, it's probably a moot point to mention it. Can you say "run-on sentence"? Should the question mark go inside the quotes in the last sentence? I'm never sure about that end of sentence punctuation when there's quotes involved. I could probably reach across the desk for Strunk and White's Elements of Style and it would tell me, but I'm on a roll and don't want to slow down.
Annnnywho...so...to make a long story short, S is considering a couple that I know from work as the adoptive parents. Some seem to think that's a bad idea (S's mom) and others seem to think it's a good idea. All I know is that I've trusted God this far with this thing and I truly believe that we are being led that way, so that's good enough for me. If he doesn't want it that way, he can let us know.
They're a very Godly family. They are already a family of four, with two young girls (± 5 and ± 2), the oldest of which has Cystic Fibrosis. The mom is going to homeschool the girls. They have a nice little house in one of the older parts of Tustin, with a big back yard, and lots of kids in the neighborhood. All the things S never had.
They are very supportive of S's wish to have an open adoption, even to the point of regular contact. It really does feel like a God thing.
S hasn't made the final proclamation yet, although I think she's made the decision is her mind. She asked if we could go back to the Korean BBQ Buffet where we met them last week for dinner, and I think she wants to make her announcement. So, we're going out to dinner again this Saturday. If you're a praying person, offer one up for us.
Friday, April 13, 2007
No joy...
Another trip to the Gyn yesterday, another blood test (S *hates* needles) and another ultrasound. The baby was presenting breech and wouldn't move around so we could get a clear look at the private parts, so we're still not sure what it is. Hence, the "no joy". S thinks it's a girl, and the first ultrasound operator said that it "looked like" a girl, but we're not sure. So we wait....
6 months down, 3 to go. Oh boy.
6 months down, 3 to go. Oh boy.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Argh part 2
I spoke to the mom of the alleged father again this week. He still denies that he is the father, which really pi$$e$ me off. I talked to S again (even though, as I said in an earlier post, I told her that I'd only ask her once), and she told me again that there weren't any other possibilities. You know, I've searched my feelings on this, and it's not that I want anything out of the guy. At one time, S wanted him to suffer, or have to pay, or some such thing (I think maybe those ideas came via S's mom), but she's gotten over that. As I said I don't want anything from him except one thing. I want him to accept responsibility. I don't want him to get away with pretending that it never happened.
Someone is lying. S has lied to me in the past, but I don't think she is this time. I could be wrong. But if S isn't lying then dad is. And I don't want him to get away with it. And only a paternity test will tell.
Someone is lying. S has lied to me in the past, but I don't think she is this time. I could be wrong. But if S isn't lying then dad is. And I don't want him to get away with it. And only a paternity test will tell.
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