Pregnancy blog: Labor and Delivery


On Sunday, March 25 I had been having some contractions around 11:00 PM. Nothing serious but crampy and uncomfortable. I called into work because I wasn’t sleeping. I had a scheduled day off on Tuesday and I thought, I’d get some rest and go back Wednesday.

Monday came and I felt fine. No cramping, no pain, baby was moving a lot but otherwise I was fine.

My mom came over and while we were chatting on the couch she kept staring at me. I remember sitting criss-crossed on the couch and constantly rubbing my belly as baby moved around. My mom asked if I was having contractions and I said “no.” I hadn’t felt any since Sunday night.

We continued talking and we both felt baby moving for an hour or so when she said, “I think you’re having contractions.”

Ugh…don’t you think I would know if I was having contractions?

So we watched my belly tighten and relax and we timed them. Rock hard belly for a few seconds then soften. A few minutes later and again rock hard belly and then soft belly. But still no pain.

If you have been to any laboring classes you will have heard “511”, if contractions are 5 minutes apart, lasting 1 minute for 1 hour you call the hospital or nurse for directions. Once I fit into the 511 rule, I called my nurse triage line and here is what I was told.

“No pain means you’re still fine. Stay home until you are in pain.”

So we timed and waited. Still no pain. I started to get worried, I was already at 3 cm and 70% effaced. So I called again and I was told.

“No pain and your water hasn’t broken so stay home until one of those happens.

I decided to make an appointment with any available OBGYN for Tuesday just because I was curious if the contractions had done anything. Still no pain.

Monday night the contractions slowed, I slept great and felt fine. Tuesday morning I decided that we should bring our hospital bags just to be safe. I thought for sure we wouldn’t need them, I was only 37 weeks and I wasn’t experiencing any pain.

We see the doctor, he checks me and I have gone from 3 cm and 70% effaced to 5 cm and 90% effaced. He said that today was the day! We were told to walk around the hospital until the contractions hurt or my water breaks. So we walked…2 miles and still no pain, but I was tired so we decided I should get check in to rest. At 12:40 we were checked in and I was at 6 cm and 0 station. I was put in a room and by 3:00 it was decided that the doctor would break my water because my labor had stalled.

I had still not felt any pain. Every hour or so nurses would come in and check my stats and ask me about my pain. My answer was always, “I am at a 0 on the scale, I am in no pain.” I felt some sharp, short contractions after my water broke and I was sure that the pain was coming and that the pushing was going to be brutal, so I got an epidural to be on the safe side and then we waited. At 4:30 we started pitocin and waited. At 5:00 I was at 7 cm and still feeling great.

At 6:00 I was ready to push and at 7:03 my baby was born.

My awesome baby boy.

Jude Alexander Rixe

March 27, 2018

7 lbs 7 oz

19.5 inches long


According to my OBGYN 1% of women do not experience labor pain. I am in that 1%. Don’t hate me. I had prepared for laboring. I had mentally prepared for a tough and long process. I went to the classes, I practiced the breathing and relaxing techniques. Alex had practiced how to best help me and support me, however the delivery was so fast and uneventful, (thank God) that all my planning and knowledge was useless. My body took over and protected me and Jude during the entire event. The experience was magical and Jude is the best thing I have ever done.


Fun fact: Most of this was written during my labor process and saved in Google Drive until now. It might be a little all over the place but I thought it was special to use my real time thoughts.

Pregnancy blog: Third trimester


My third trimester was pretty normal. My belly grew, the nursery progressed and baby moved all the time. I was still working and my nesting urge had kicked in only in my classroom. At home I was calm and really relaxed. I felt really good.


The nursery came together with the help of our parents. Toys, books and baby clothes piled up from family and friends. I had a baby shower with the Hermes/Weinzetl side and a special friends tea party shower. The weather was still awful and cold, so I spent most of my time under a blanket dreaming about baby. We found out that Max and Megan were expecting and we were over the moon! We couldn’t wait to have Rixe cousins! We prepped freezer meals (which turned out to be clutch!) and we took some belly pictures.  



I had a few contractions and was dilating, but had no other medical issues. Alex and I went to the hockey state tournament and I had a few contractions there. We joked about my water breaking during a game, even though it was 5 weeks before my due date.

We found out that Max and Megan were having a girl on March 24th and I decided that I needed to know what the sex of my baby was…like right now. Even though I was sure it was a girl, I needed to know. At every doctor visit I debated with myself about asking for an ultrasound to find out the sex. I am so glad I never talked myself into saying it out loud. My weekly doctor visits were great and I was told that I was dilated to 3 cm and 70% effaced. If I were to go into labor they wouldn’t stop me. I guess that was enough for me.


March 25, 2018 things started happening…

Pregnancy blog: Babymoon


Alex and I did not go on a honeymoon. I know a honeymoon is not a guarantee just because you get married, but it was something we wished we could have done. We couldn’t afford one and over the years we decided to buy a house and a trip just wasn’t a priority. That being said we had always dreamed about honeymooning in Greece.


When we first discussed going on a trip for a babymoon, we thought Mexico was the easiest way to go. Warm, cheap and relaxing. We discussed it with our parents and got some awesome advice on how best to go on a trip. We booked the flights and the resort, we were set! At one of our OBGYN visits it came up that we were going to Mexico and she said, “Oh no, you can’t go there.” Ah, what?! Apparently the Zika virus was still very severe in Mexico and if I were to get bitten by a mosquito and get the virus it could have serious effects on the baby. I actually had a tiny anxiety attack in the doctor’s office and almost passed out. Luckily, we had purchased trip insurance so rearranging our flights was relatively easy. Now we had to either cancel the trip all together or find somewhere safe we could go.


We looked into Greece (which had been approved by our doctor) and things quickly fell into place. Mostly due to my husband researching, planning and organizing all of the details. I simply had to pack and everything else was taken care of. He really made this process look easy. December came and off we went, on the last trip as just us two.


Our flights out: Minneapolis to Paris, Paris to Athens, Athens to Paros.


Once in Paros my 22 week pregnant self was exhausted. Our first day was cold but sunny, we walked around the deserted village, picked up some groceries and realized that while Paros was gorgeous, we were going to get bored pretty quickly. We were there in the off season and the grocery store and our hotel were the only things open in the village. Again, my husband sprung into action and changed our plans. We would be going to Santorini early and staying there for most of our trip.


We ferried to Santorini and stayed on the edge of a cliff in Firostefani, our room was tiny and perfect. We ate meals in bed and lounged on our balcony overlooking the Caldera. We walked into the much more active village and saw our first blue dome building. Those first few days in Santorini were so peaceful and serine.


After a few days we moved from Firostefani to Oia and this was the trip we had dream about. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool and the locals were so welcoming. We walked along the white marble sidewalks and explored the shops and restaurants. We ate so much delicious food, crepes, pasta and baklava were our favs. We watched the sunset from an overlook and visited the most amazing bookstore we had ever seen. We bought souvenirs for the baby and sat on our patio enjoying this breathtaking place. Alex got to feel baby kick for the first time while we sat enjoying the sunshine.




Eventually we ferried back to Paros and headed home, Paros to Athens (24 hours to explore there), Athens to Paris (where we literally ran 2 miles to our gate) Paris to JFK, JFK to Indianapolis and Indianapolis to Minneapolis. That was exhausting…

Not everyone will be able to do this, I get that. I never thought we would actually go to Greece, but this vacation turned out to not just be a break before baby, it truly helped my marriage. It reminded us to appreciate each other, we were able to spend time together without bringing up bills, to do lists and work. It truly made me see how happy Alex makes me and how much I value him as a person and as a partner. He is an amazing man and will be the best father to our little one.

Pregnancy blog: Second trimester

PCOS blog, Pregnancy

During my second trimester Alex gave me an incredible gift. He planned a babymoon to Greece. We had an amazing time (next blog post is all about our babymoon!) and Alex took such great care of me. He was incredibly patient as I waddled around the streets and took twice as long to climb the stairs, oh so many stairs!


Everyone says the second trimester is the best, for me this couldn’t have been more true. The exhaustion went away, the morning sickness stopped and the nausea was rare. I could finally function like a person again. I had a burst of energy and never stopped smiling.


My second trimester started in October and we had decided we would let our families and the world in on our little secret! I bought a t-shirt that said “Not a food baby” and wore it around my siblings. Everyone was so excited! Alex came up with a sweet social media announcement and finally the word was out.

Adobe Spark

We polled our families and most thought we were having a girl. We called the baby Clarp and everything was magical. Alex felt Clarp kick for the first time while we were in Greece and so began the game of “run to me, the baby is kicking” which lasted until the minute our Clarpy was born.

Here I am at the beginning of my second trimester and the end.