All About Pregnancy and Everything You Probably Never Wanted to Know About It

When I was pregnant with Rose, I did a decent job of taking consistent pictures of my baby bump and doing little updates. But this time around I haven't really taken many pictures at all and I thought it would be easier to just do one whole blog post about how this pregnancy went compared to my last one.

And if you don't care about pregnancy, then just skip right on past. I won't be offended. This is for my own record keeping.

I was trying to keep better track of what happened during this pregnancy because my memories of my pregnancy with Rose are a little foggy as to when different things started and I couldn't remember when to expect them during this pregnancy. For example, when I was pregnant with Rose I had about a month straight of painful headaches, and then it switched to really awful morning sickness that lasted for 4 or 5 months, but I couldn't remember exactly when it started and I wanted to know for this pregnancy when to expect the nausea and vomiting.

This time around the morning sickness wasn't nearly as bad as the last time. I still threw up more than anyone should ever have to and I still experienced nausea but it was so much better than the first time around. I'm not sure though if it was because I did a better job of taking care of myself or if my body had a better handle on this whole pregnancy thing this time.

I was super diligent about eating protein every morning (apparently that helps, it seems to have helped me), eating frequently even when I didn't want to, taking my prenatal vitamins RIGHT before going to bed so the iron in them wouldn't make me sick. I was also at home more this time. Last time I was going to school and almost all of my classes and my job were in basements without windows, so I couldn't snack as often as I needed to and I think the basements made me feel a little claustrophobic and didn't have enough air flow? I got REAL familiar with the bathrooms on campus and learned fast which bathrooms had automatic flushing toilets versus manual flushing. Because there is just nothing more unpleasant than throwing up in a toilet only for it to flush while you're still throwing up. (tmi? Sorry, but really, no one should have to experience that!)

This time, I threw up consistently on Tuesdays. Always always always on Tuesdays (and it was every Tuesday, once a week). I think in the 3 months of nausea/morning sickness, I only threw up 3 times NOT on a Tuesday. I don't know why it was always on Tuesday. I think it may have had something to do with that being my first shift of the week at work. (I worked the night shift Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday) so, maybe my body was upset with me for staying up all night when it had just gotten used to sleeping the four nights before? I don't know. It wasn't pleasant, but I'd take once a week on the same day every week over the all day every day sickness I had with Rose. My supervisors at work were super kind and aware and once we realized that I started feeling sick around 4:30 or 5 am they let me leave early so that I could get home and sleep before I got sick.

Anyways, all that information to say, this time around my morning sickness was not as bad. And I think it's super weird that it was always on Tuesdays. Oh and it was tough dealing with morning sickness with a baby around because at first Rose couldn't figure out what was going on and it made her really sad when I ran into the bathroom to throw up. I think it scared her. (So, I'd be throwing up and ALSO trying to comfort Rose.) But once she got used to it, she would come into the bathroom and try to cheer me up by bringing me gifts like the tv remote (one of her favorite things).

After the morning sickness went away my immune system decided to fail me and I got regular people sick. I had a cold in the middle of December, then when that was almost gone, I got the stomach flu over Christmas break (I thought it was morning sickness but then Ryan and my Mom got it too, and morning sickness is NOT contagious.) Then I got another cold, then I got the stomach flu again at the end of January. And then after I got back from Florida I got another cold that lasted TWO weeks! and turned into a sinus infection. That last one lined up with the beginning of this Coronavirus Pandemic in the United States. So, I'm feeling better now, but I had a teeny tiny lingering cough from my cold and I wasn't allowed to go to one of my last OB/GYN appointments because of it. Even though it was clearly from a cold, not Coronavirus, if they had just asked me a FEW more questions, they would have come to that conclusion themselves.

I'm finally sickness free, but my body feels broken. I didn't experience much soreness when I was pregnant with Rose. My back hurt if I sat in a chair or on the couch for too long, and I had a hard time sleeping comfortably, but other than that I still felt pretty healthy and mobile by the end of my pregnancy, I honestly would have been fine if Rose had stayed inside me for another month.

This time, I feel like my body is falling to pieces. Everything hurts, all the time. Rolling over in bed is a horrible experience, but if I stay on my left side my arm falls asleep, and if I stay on my right side my leg feels like the blood circulation is being cut off. Getting out of bed is painful, and when I finally get out I can barely walk. Throughout the day it gets better, but all the bending down and standing up I do to keep up with or pick up Rose basically knocks me out. If I stand for too long my feet and back hurt. But if I sit for too long my tail bone and back and ribs hurt. I have to use the bathroom like a million times a day. And the baby is a very happy and active baby who likes to stretch out her arms and legs at the same time, and it feels like she hits every single one of my organs all at once. And literally every time I change Rose's diaper, she kicks my stomach and belly button, which is also incredibly uncomfortable. I have babies kicking me from both sides.

One thing that I experienced during both pregnancies was crazy weird dreams that I get when I do sleep. One night I had a dream that involved murder. Another had a T-Rex that was trying to hunt and kill me and my friends. On another night Ryan's boss threw him a giant birthday party at the church and it involved lots of exotic food. (Ryan doesn't celebrate his birthday.) And I've had several dreams where people have gotten really mad at me when they weren't upset in real life. I can't remember any of the other dreams, but they are WEIRD.

Anyways, I'm having this baby in 3 days and I'm a little nervous because I don't like pain, and I'm worried that Ryan or I will get Coronavirus and they won't let my doctor deliver my baby or they won't let Ryan into the hospital with me, which would just be horrible and scary. And I'm also nervous to become a mom of two. And I'm sad that I'm totally rocking Rose's world and she doesn't even know what's coming because she doesn't have a good understanding of what "Mommy is having a baby. You're going to have a baby sister!" means. I know that people have second kids and third kids all the time and the older kids turn out fine and Rose probably won't ever even remember not having a sister, but I'm pregnant and emotional, so I'm allowed to have irrational sad thoughts about losing my one on one time with Rose.

BUT, I'm also excited to get this baby out of me and for my body to stop hurting so much. And I'm SO excited to meet her and for Rose to get to be a big sister. I'm excited to build our family and see what the future brings for us.

Note: I had to take a break here to go throw up... so either my morning sickness decided to take one last stand, or I'm being smitten for complaining too much, or when I cleaned out Rose's old car seat today I caught some long lost stomach flu germ that was clinging for dear life to the inside of her seat. Or I am just an unlucky pregnant person. Who knows.

So, on that note, here are all the pictures I have that document this pregnancy. (Another note: I don't think it's stomach flu because I only threw up once and wasn't sick the next day, my body just hates me.)

Oh and a few other facts and extra bullet points:
- Her official due date is April 17 (My Birthday)
- I'm getting induced on April 14
- We don't have a name picked out for her yet. Ryan and I will have to fight it out in the hospital over the names we each like. (However, if she comes out with a head full of red hair, then the name I like will get picked... so for those of you who believe in the power of prayer, please pray that she has red hair!)

Our first ultrasound pictures of her.

Just a cute picture of her little feet. 

Our Pregnancy Announcement on Halloween

Rose bringing me the tv remote when I'm throwing up. 

The first picture I have with a bump. This is on New Year's Eve.

About 30 weeks. 

32 weeks along.

A cute ultrasound picture of baby girl. 

Look at that perfect little face! I can't wait to meet her! 

38 weeks along. 

*I want to take a picture in front of the hospital doors with Ryan, so if I get that, I'll put that picture right here. :)

A Birth Story

I've been pretty bad at updating my blog lately, but I do think I have a decent excuse. Three weeks ago we welcomed a new addition to our family. I'm going to introduce the newest and cutest member of the family and share her birth story, because, according to my mom, people like those kinds of blog posts.

Rose Adalyn

7 1bs 9 oz

20 inches

Rose, being mine and Ryan's daughter, is turning out to be quite stubborn. She seemed quite content to stay inside me for as long as possible. My stay in the hospital ended up being MUCH longer than I expected because she was so stubborn. Lucky for me, that will make this blog update pretty easy because I was planning on just going to the hospital and then once she was born I would post a picture on Instagram so that people would know she was here. Because it took so long, I felt like I should post occasionally to keep my family and close friends updated on what was going on and why it was taking so long. (Also, I was in bed for a long time so I was bored OUT OF MY MIND and posting on Instagram gave me something to do.) 

Anyways, here we go! 

First of all, here is a picture of me on my due date:

Due Date: May 16, 2018

I have always been terrified of birth. Even as a kid I had decided that I would just adopt kids so I wouldn't have to go through the birth process. It's always scared me... a lot. I had to really block out a lot of my anxieties throughout the last 9 months so that I wouldn't have a complete break down or panic attack. I made sure to not watch any birth videos, or look up anything about epidural needles or google how painful the process is. Some people do really well when they know everything that is going to happen, but in my case, ignorance is bliss. 

On my due date, I went in for a check up and my cervix hadn't really dilated much and I still hadn't had an contractions. My doctor told me that if the baby didn't come by 41 weeks that I would need to be induced. I was really really hoping my body would go into labor on its own before that, but as I got closer to May 23rd, my body didn't make any changes. So, like a lamb to the slaughter (I had this song stuck in my head all day the day I checked into the hospital.) Ryan and I went to the hospital Tuesday night at 8 pm. I kind of assumed they would induce me when I got there, but I was actually there for a "cervical ripening". Which is uncomfortable. Just so you know. They put it next to your cervix to soften it and help your body along with moving towards labor. For the first two hours it's in, you aren't allowed to get up from the bed. After two hours you can get up but it has to stay in for 12 hours. Also, they say you can get up, but you have to stay hooked up to all these machines AND you're still 9 months pregnant. So, I was in the hospital bed with a blood pressure thing on my left arm. (Do those stress anyone else out?) an IV in my right arm (needles also stress me out), and then two monitor things attached to my stomach which are pressure sensitive, so I couldn't rest my arms on my stomach. My first update on Instagram came at about 4 AM Wednesday morning because I was 6 hours into the Cervidil and I couldn't sleep because I was super uncomfortable and the Cervidil made my contractions start. Here is update number one:

• kinseyyelizabethThis is really a terrible picture, but there is only so much you can do from a hospital bed. Update: (probably tmi, this is mostly for family and close friends so I don’t have to explain to everyone) today is my 41 week mark, my body is stubborn so, so far there were no signs of labor. My doctor had me come in to the hospital last night to monitor the baby and to convince my body to start prepping for labor, (they call it cervical ripening how unpleasant does that sound?). Ryan tells me I’m a trooper because literally all of my least favorite things are happening all at once (starting with checking my blood pressure, which always stresses me out, then an iv which is even scarier, and then an invasive procedure that I won’t discuss on here because nobody needs that much information). Also, I have to lay in bed for 12 hours and my body is starting to have contractions, which turns out are not pleasant. I tried to sleep until 4 am, and then Ryan decided to ask the nurses for something to help me sleep. So I got some pain medicine and about 2 hours of sleep and less pain. Anyways, all this to say, if I told you I was being induced tonight, I mislead you, I will probably be induced sometime after 10:30 am, and then the baby will make her appearance hopefully within a couple of hours. (Prayers that it won’t be a crazy long labor would be much appreciated, because I have been in this hospital bed for too long already.) I don’t really feel like a trooper because this isn’t even supposed to be the bad part, but hospitals and pain are just not my thing. Anyways, enjoy my way too much information update and look out for a baby later on tonight. :)

So, there you go, that's the first night, I was uncomfortable and bored, but eventually the nurses gave me some Fentanyl, which makes you a little loopy and takes some of the discomfort away and made it possible for me to sleep. I am so grateful for Ryan because I wasn't willing to ask the nurses if there was anything that would help me sleep or feel more comfortable because I didn't want to bother anyone, but he asked them for me. :) 

Wednesday morning, the nurses took the Cervidil out and checked my cervix again. It was really a bummer to find out that my cervix hadn't dilated at all in the 12 hours I had the Cervidil in. I thought for sure that it would have dilated at least a little bit because I'd been having contractions all night. Despite that, my doctor wanted to induce me anyways, so the nurses prepared to give me Pitocin. Because I have the lowest pain tolerance ever the nurse suggested I get the epidural before, and I was really glad she did because it made Wednesday much easier than I think it would have been otherwise. I have also spent my life terrified of getting an epidural, so that was a scary hurdle to cross as well. Not only that, but the anesthesiologist believes in walking you through everything that he is doing and telling you everything that could go wrong. (He was really nice and friendly, but like I said, ignorance is bliss for me, and I do better when I don't know all that could go wrong.) 

Here's update #2: 

Notice the barf bag from when I threw up the one bite of food I had for breakfast, and my poor husband sleeping in the back because he was up all night with me. 

• kinseyyelizabethUpdate #2: I finally got the Pitocin around noonish. I’m a big baby so they suggested I get an epidural before (Did I mention that hospitals and needles and pain scare me?) but I’ll have you know that I’ve only cried like 5 times today haha Ryan is a champ. My body is being really rebellious today, while I’m not feeling any pain from all the contractions I’m having, I have thrown up twice today. Also, I’m still not dilated past 1 cm. Looks like it’s going to be a long long night, we’ve already been in the hospital for 16 hours. Who knows when this baby will decide to make her arrival.

Update #3: I figured I would be having a baby by this time, but it wasn't meant to be. 

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• kinseyyelizabethJust dreaming of the day I can be unplugged from all this stuff! I wasn’t planning on doing another update until the baby was born but she is still taking her sweet time and I’m supposed to be resting right now, but that’s all I’ve been doing all day so here is update #3: Around 6:30 this evening, my doctor arrived at the hospital after having spent the day delivering 5 other babies. (Busy day!) my cervix was finally just barely dilated to a 2 (It only took 20 hours). So, he broke my water, which was obviously a big part of the problem because instantly my cervix dilated to a 3 (hooray!) He was expecting/hoping that from there out I would dilate one cm an hour, but this little girl definitely likes to take her time. So, it is now 11:30 pm and last they checked I was 5 cm dilated (which is more progress than my body has made all day, so it’s good but still only half way). I figured at about this time I’d be able to introduce you to the newest addition of our family, but it looks like she isn’t quite yet ready. I’m still not in much pain, so it’s really not so bad, but I can’t wait to be unhooked from these machines, to be able to lay flat on my back, and to eat food. (Ice chips aren’t super filling and that’s all I’ve been able to eat since 11 am, and any food I tried to eat before that got thrown up, so I guess I technically haven’t eaten since 6 pm yesterday. Eating is one of my hobbies so feel free to feel sorry for me 😉 Just kidding, I really am doing fine, just bored). Anyways, any day now we’ll have a baby. Hopefully soon.

Update #4: By this point I was so done with that hospital bed and all those dumb needles and machines and things. I had never thought about how uncomfortable the rest of the birth process was. At this point I had an epidural hooked up to my back, an IV to my arm, the blood pressure cuff to my other arm (Which, after this update was moved to my leg, and you'll see why.) a catheter, something to monitor the baby's heart rate and another to monitor my contractions on my stomach. Also, my legs were numb, I kept sliding down on the bed, and I was still 9 months pregnant. Oh, by the way, because of that you aren't supposed to lay flat on your back, so they roll up a towel and stick it under one side of your back so you are slightly elevated to one side the whole time. Sigh. Anyways, back to my Instagram update...

I told Ryan my hand reminded me of Aunt Marge from Harry Potter.

• kinseyyelizabethI believe that this is the last update before baby’s arrival :) Around 1 or 2 AM I realized that my arm with the IV in it was super swollen, so I guess the liquid had been just going into my hands instead of the bloodstream (gross!) So I ended up having to get an IV put in my left hand. :( It was rough, but Ryan is good at telling me how amazing and tough he thinks I am (needles are tough for me, and I was really grateful that I hadn’t had to have an IV in my hand.) My cervix dilated veeerrryyyy slowly all night long, but I also had some pretty painful contractions. Around 5:45 AM I got some extra pain medicine to help with that, but it numbed the bottom half of my body entirely ( I can’t lift my left leg one bit) and when I woke up this morning the nurse came in to check and found that I am FINALLY fully dilated (of course that was an hour after my total numbing medicine). So, anyways, I will begin the process of getting the baby totally out pretty soon, any and all the prayers will be appreciated at this point. I’ve covered almost all of the scary things except this one last scary part. We’ll see how it goes.

So, originally, my first IV was in my right arm, which was unpleasant, but I was really glad it didn't have to go into my hand, because that is what I was expecting and the idea of a needle just sitting in my hand for hours just sounds really awful. Then this happened, and they had to switch the IV to my other arm, (My entire arm was swollen like my hand in the picture.) Unfortunately, the veins in my left arm are not as cooperative as the veins in my right, so the nurse had to put the needle into my hand. (If I kept tally of all the times I cried in this 36 hour period, there would be a lot of tally marks... I really appreciate that the nurses didn't make me feel dumb.) It didn't work the first time so they had to poke my hand veins TWICE! :'( 

Other unpleasant events during Wednesday night: my anesthesia bag ran out before a couple of painful contractions, and then once that was fixed, my contractions got to where the anesthesia wasn't really dulling the pain, THAT is when I asked for the extra anesthesia and the guy came in and gave me that extra dose that just made the entire bottom half of my body completely useless. 

I thought the pushing/delivery part of birth would be the worst/hardest part. (Movies always show women screaming in agony and breaking their husbands hands at this part. Those are probably the women that don't get epidurals.) I was super worried and I told the nurse that. (Debbie at the hospital is my very favorite nurse. We went through like 20, but she was my favorite one.) She was like "What? You don't need to worry about that part at all! You can't even feel anything!" and she was right! (I have officially jumped onto the epidural supporter bandwagon.) Out of everything that happened while we were at the hospital, the pushing part was probably the easiest part. (Who would've thought??) I think I pushed for about an hour, maybe and hour and a half but it didn't feel like very long and I took breaks. Ryan and the Nurse helped me, and my doctor got the baby out. 

She was stubborn, apparently her head kept almost coming out and then it would slip right back under my pelvic bone. Then once her head was out the doctor joked that it seemed like she was holding on for dear life with her feet. (She's got seriously strong legs and grippy toes so I wouldn't be surprised if she really was holding on to my pelvis with her feet.) Getting her to agree to come out is what took the longest, but eventually she let go and the cutest, most stubborn baby to ever come into the world was born. (I'm only a little biased...) 

Straight out of the womb. The nurses told Ryan to take this picture. She looks a little vampire like here.

We stayed in the hospital for 2 more days, and by then we were definitely ready to get out of there. Five days in a hospital room (actually two hospital rooms) is too much for us. 

I'll write another blog post to share more pictures of what Rose looks like now that she is almost a month old. (How is that even possible???) But here are some more pictures of her from her first few days of life. 

Those EYES! <3

In the middle of a sneeze. I'll probably keep this one for future blackmail, it's just too funny not to keep. :)

Welcome to the world sweet girl, we love you. :) 

And.... GRADUATED!

It is so hard to believe that I have officially graduated from BYU. It has been one of the most wonderful parts of my life to be a student here.

I always wanted to go to Brigham Young University. Growing up in Florida and Texas I only had a handful of friends who had the same beliefs as me. I had several Christian friends, but growing up Mormon in the South, you kind of stick out just a little bit.

Getting accepted to come here was a dream come true. My first year here I made a TON of wonderful friends, had the time of my life, and felt like I had finally found a place where I fit in and could be myself with people my own age. This is also the place where I found my testimony of the Savior.

This was taken with everyone that started BYU Fall 2013.

I've mentioned on here before (in my pre-mission blog posts) that when I got here I was struggling to figure out where my faith was and who Jesus Christ was to me. My faith was teeny tiny, and BYU was the place that made it possible for me to really explore and learn about Jesus Christ and about His gospel. I had a wonderful bishop, great friends, fantastic professors, and the perfect environment for learning and feeling God's love. I loved that the bell tower played "Come Come Ye Saints every day" reminding me that "All is well, all is well." I loved going to the devotionals every Tuesday that seemed to be inspired because the topic always pertained perfectly to the struggles I was facing that week. I loved starting every class with a prayer and that every topic, from religion to photography to science, was tied into the gospel of Jesus Christ. (For instance, in my photography class, we had a class about the importance of light in photography, and my teacher discussed the importance of the Light of Christ in our lives...I also took a leadership class that spent an entire section discussing Christlike leadership...how cool is that??)

Instead of having a religious life and everything else separate, I learned that faith goes perfectly with every aspect of my life. I didn't live my life and then only go to church on Sunday, my life became intertwined with my faith. I realized that I could pray about ANYTHING, and God would answer.

I may get a little defensive when people talk negatively about BYU, but that's just because my time spent here has been a life changing experience. I know that it isn't perfect and the people here definitely aren't (I'm not.) but I think this place was perfect for me.

I wasn't supposed to graduate until December, but last August when Ryan and I found out I was pregnant we bounced back and forth different ideas for how to help me finish sooner rather than later. We figured I would just take my last few classes in December and we would go back and forth with taking care of the baby, but in November I made a list of every class I needed in order to graduate in April. Having only taken 12-15 credits a semester during my previous six semesters made it seem impossible to finish in only one more semester, but Ryan has a lot more faith in me than I do, and encouraged me to try to finish by April. So, I signed up for 20 credits of classes (one of them online), dropped down to only working 10 hours a week instead of 20, and applied to graduate in April 2018.

You may be thinking that we are crazy, maybe we are.... but somehow this last semester was the best semester I've ever had. I think it just goes to show that God cares about His children, and cares about what is important to them. To me, getting an education and graduating was really important to me. It is  also important to me to be available to my baby when she gets here, which would be more difficult for me if I was still going to school. In any other circumstance, 20 credits of classes actually would have been impossible for me to accomplish, but this last semester I felt more calm than I ever have. I loved the classes I took, the professors who taught me, the information I gained, and I am actually sad to be done taking these classes.

Anyways, I just think that BYU is the most wonderful school on the planet, and I am SO grateful that God blessed me with the opportunity to get my education here and that He has made it possible for the church to have this school that combines secular and spiritual education into one.

I am grateful for the support and encouragement that my husband and my family have given me that have made it possible for me to get to this point. I am also incredibly grateful that they came from all over (Texas and Southern Utah) to watch me waddle across the stage to receive my (fake) diploma and shake hands with important people in a large unflattering graduation gown. It's been a wonderful week and I'm glad my baby waited to come so that I could experience it. :)

Now, I have two weeks to worry about getting everything ready for her arrival. And I am excited to tell her that she got to walk across the stage with me. :)

Some of my BYU statistics:

• # of Semesters: 7
• # of Apartments: 5 (Young Hall, New Heritage Building 10, Glenwood room 56 and room 72, and the apartment we live in now.) 
• Did I meet my husband at BYU like I thought I would?: Nope (In fact, he is one of those very anti-BYU people I mentioned. He would never apply to BYU if his life depended on it, he also claimed that he would never date or marry someone that went to BYU, look where that got him. ;) I met him in Olympia, Washington.)
• Times Hiking the Y: 1 (at Midnight)
• Majors declared: 4 (Pre-Graphic Design, Pre-Photography, Human Development, I finally settled on Family Studies)
• # of Roommates: 13 (or 14 if the alien in my uterus counts) 
• # of Football games I went to: 2 1/2 (I also went to 1 basketball game, 1 volleyball game, and 1 soccer game.) 
• # of papers I wrote: 56
• # of student jobs: 5 (Research Assistant for an engineering group, One day AV tech for a conference held at BYU, food prep/cashier/ice cream scooper at the Cougar Cafe, Mail girl in the ASB, and Teaching Assistant for Dr. Jeff Hill's Family Processes class.) 
• On a scale of 1 to 10 how much do I like BYU?: 11

The last thing I want to share about BYU (when I write my next blog post I'll go back to updating about the pregnancy and maybe even a birth) is what Elder Holland had to say at the Commencement ceremony. It was a very uplifting speech. (I knew it would be though... the only reason I went to Commencement was because he would be the keynote speaker, otherwise I would have stayed home. Large, pregnant women don't belong in VERY crowded buildings with thousands and thousands and thousands of people.) 

My favorite part was some advice that he shared with us graduates: 

"Go out there and light a candle. Be a ray of light. Be your best self, and let your character shine. Cherish the gospel of Jesus Christ and live it. The world needs you and surely your Father in Heaven needs you if His blessed purposes for His children are to prevail. You have entered to learn, now go forth to serve and strengthen."

(So far there are only highlights from his speech, but I'm hoping they will eventually upload the whole thing... but here is the link to the highlights. My other favorite part is in the last minute of the highlights. Go watch it!)

That's it! I'm excited to take what I learned in my years at BYU and to use it to bless the lives of my family and the people around me. :) I don't believe in "the best two years" or four years in this case. These have been wonderful wonderful years, but I'm determined to have wonderful years every year for the rest of my life. Thanks for reading my love letter to BYU. :) 

Is this not the most pregnant picture you have ever seen?

** Photo Credit to my sister Emily who walked all over campus to take pictures of me in my cap and gown in all of my favorite BYU spots.