Thursday, May 29, 2008

A Peculiar Brand of Neurosis

I admit. I have an active imagination and even in the "best of times" can be a bit of a worrier.

I knew that another pregnancy would bring out that particular "beast", but for the most part, I've been quite good (aside from my freak-out at the doc's office a little over a month ago.......but I get a Mulligan, so that doesn't count).

Anyway, suffice to say I've given myself food for neurotic behavior this morning. Once I can actually talk to my doctor's office (and probably go in), I will fill you in (*snort* I fully realize "you" are fictional people).

To be continued........

Okay, I'm freshly back from the doc's office, neurosis extinguished.

Here's what I did. Yes, I know it was stupid.

I got suckered into buying an AngelSound home doppler so that we could listen to the baby's heartbeat at home. The reviews (thanks a whole lot, Amazon) are full of people extolling it's virtues: "I could hear the heartbeat clearly at 12 weeks!" "It puts a mom's mind at ease, because you can hear the heartbeat as early as 11 weeks!", etc...

I think they were hearing gas or something.

I received mine on Tuesday and eagerly dove right in. Covered myself in olive oil (don't laugh - they didn't send any gel and the instructions say olive oil works) and briefly found the heartbeat twice, though not long enough for MotH to get to hear it.

You know where this is going..........

I sat down last night to see if I could find it so dh could hear. I couldn't find it. I tried laying down. I tried sitting up. I tried every angle in between. Nadda. I could hear MY heartbeat. I could hear various "sounds" coming from my abdomen (I don't care to imagine what those might have been), but no heartbeat.

I thought "I'll try again in the morning". Guess what (you already know the answer)? Nothing, again. That's when the neurosis kicked in. Why could I find it two days ago, but not last night or this morning?!

After driving to the ob's office, all is well and I received a bit of a lecture about using a home unit this early in the pregnancy (which is NOT like the doctor's offices device....this one is supposed to be for entertainment purposes. I was really entertained.).

It's being put away until later in the pregnancy. I'm going to have MotH put it someplace where I can't reach it, so I'm not even tempted.

Told you it was something stupid.

At least my stomach is well moisturized now.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

The Final Countdown

School. It's out in a little over a week. That means I only have to listen to "mom, is today the last day of school? The next day?" approximately nine more times. Actually, double that because AM will ask MotH the very same question, just in case pregnancy brain made me miscalculate.

THEN we can start the query that will define my summer: "mom, what are we going to do today.........I'm boooooored".

Yep, it's a time honored tradition. Can't wait to get out of school, followed by many days of long-suffering called "boredom".

'Nuf 'bout that.

I have a summer "rant" I need to get off my chest. It's about the swimming pool. No, it's not about wearing a bathing suit (though that's certainly a worthy topic). It's about the shear number of people in my 'burb vs. the woefully inadequate number of swimming pools.

If memory serves, we are the third largest "city" in our county. Perhaps we're number two. At any rate, we have ONE "normal" pool and one that caters to the much younger crowd (think fancy wading pool).

Last year, the ONLY pool that opened in the morning was the smaller pool (fancy wading pool). AM's not a big fan of that pool. On the other hand, he ADORES the large pool. Unfortunately, it doesn't open until after noon and shortly after opening, swarms of daycare/summer camp kids swoop in like a plague of locusts.

Seriously, the "instructional pool" (perfect for kids still getting the hang of swimming) is wall-to-wall bodies. It's impossible to turn around without tripping over half a dozen small people. Swimming? The concept is laughable, since one most actually kick their legs in order to swim. Kicking your legs in the instructional pool means causing serious bodily harm to someone else.

My only other option is to (queue horror music) get in the larger pool myself and let him swim using me as his human buoy.

Anyway, I hate going to the pool. I do not "do" crowds very well. Heck, I don't even do "BIG SALE" crowds well, let alone a pool full of screaming, thrashing, splashing, slimy (from the sunscreen - I don't think all kids are slimy. Though you must admit that SOME are!) kids.

Yet AM talks of nothing but going to the pool this summer. He and his buddy talk about it on the way home from school. They ask me, about once a week, if the pool's open yet. It's poised to be a highlight of summer.

Which means I will have to suck it up, buy a pool pass and take him dutifully to the pool. Maybe the long-suffering will be mine.

Monday, May 05, 2008

Blech

I just spent an utterly miserable weekend.

MotH has a generous co-worker with a house on the lake down in Branson. He let's us stay there, basically whenever we want, so when he needed help taking down some trees and doing roof repairs, MotH quickly volunteered (and I supported him in that).

That wasn't the miserable part.

AM and I hung out with my sister and niece Saturday morning. That was fine. AM and I came home and split a cheese pizza. That too went well.

About 5pm, I started feeling puny, but that's not unusual these days. I had a bagel for dinner and went to bed shortly after AM went down.

Then the bottom fell out.

I haven't been that sick in years!!! At 6:30 Sunday morning, I had to call my parents (thank heavens they live nearby!) to come get AM. So, so sick. I'm still sick, though not as bad as I was.

I have never had a stomach bug stick around this long. Usually they are over within 24 hours. Not so this time. Ugh.