Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Home Sweet Home

To my legions of adoring fans, I'm back.

*snort* At least one of my fans adores me, but then she's related to me.

We spent the majority of last week in Branson. MotH works with someone that has a house down near the lake (deck overlooks Tablerock) and they generously allow us to stay there free of charge. We usually go down once during the summer and then again around Christmas, although this year the Christmas trip won't happen.

Anyway, this time my parents went with us (first time for them) mostly so I would have someone to keep me company while MotH and AM did their "thing". So "things" were done and fun was had and I spent a good majority of the week reading......which is JUST FINE with me! I rarely get a chance to read uninterrupted.

One of the highlights: members of my immediate family tend to get a little, shall we say, slap happy when we start getting tired. One such incident occurred on Friday night after mom and I declared we would be going into town (we stay out near Silver Dollar City) for dessert and there would be NO arguments. The guys gamely drove us into town (so long as the "game" included a significant amount of grumping about it).

On the way back, mom spotted a sign for some Righteous Brother's show in Branson. Mom and dad launched into "You've Lost that Lovin' Feeling". I joined in. It sounded something like a cat caught in a bear trap and the last, gasping breath of a dying school of seals (flock of seals? Hoard of seals?). I think MotH was scared. Only AM applauded when we were done. Oh, and the reason I know that song: Top Gun.

In gestating news, I am now PREGNANT LONGER THEN I'VE EVER BEEN PREGNANT BEFORE (23 weeks 4 days, for those keeping track). From this point forward, everything is a new experience.

I once had someone tell me I was "lucky" to have skipped the uncomfortable months of pregnancy the first time around (because it's REALLY comfortable to watch your child struggle to survive.....sheesh, that comment ranked really high on the "stupid things people say"-o'meter). Let me just say that I am REALLY looking forward to being more uncomfortable then I've ever been in my life. Just so long as this little one stays put.

Speaking of the "little one", I can now safely announce that it's a BOY! MotH finally broke the news to everyone it needed to be broken to, so I can stop trying to think of generic baby sex terms on my blog. I've always said that I would love to have another boy, so we are thrilled!

AM is super jazzed. As he explained to me "mom, I don't know what to do with a girl". Frankly, son, neither do I.

While I'm on the subject of AM, he will be EIGHT this Friday. Holy. Cow. I wonder if I'll ever stop doing double takes when I look at him. I still can't believe he's the same boy that started life as such a fragile baby. To say I'm constantly overwhelmed by the miracle God worked in him would be a gross understatement.

He's such a delight (most of the time anyway). He is rather protective of me in my "delicate" state (I laugh when I say that because I'm sure the first thing people think when they see me is "oh, she looks so delicate"). The other day I was paying a bill and I guess he thought the lady was being short with me. He looked her in the eye and told her "my mom is growing a new person. You need to take it easy on her". LOL.

Such a character. He may get his looks from his dad, but he gets his abundant charm and sense of humor from his mom ;).

Monday, July 21, 2008

*****NEWS TICKER*****

I *think* I verified this by finding several news articles on the subject. This appears legit. If it's not, there will be a very miffed pregnant woman capable of bodily harm.

Next Wednesday, July 31 The Cheesecake Factory will be selling slices of ALL 30 flavors for just $1.50 a piece.

$1.50 people!!

It is their 30th Anniversary and also happens to be National Cheesecake Day (didn't know there was one, but cheesecake certainly deserves it's own holiday!).

Let's be honest. Do we care WHY?!? It's cheesecake. FOR $1.50.

I just sent an email out with a veiled threat to family and friends. I will reiterate that threat now. If anyone buys the last slice before I can get there, I will roll over you.

Don't think I won't.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Alien

I'm certain this will be wildly unpopular. After all, pregnant women are supposed to glow. They are supposed to wonder at the miracle within. They are supposed to awe at the gift of new life.

Yeah, okay. I'm doing that.

But I have to admit that it's a little weird. Just a bit strange. A smidgen odd to HAVE AN ENTIRE PERSON INSIDE OF ME THAT KEEPS KICKING ME!

I really, really wish I hadn't seen Alien when I was young and impressionable.

Yes, it's cool to feel the baby move. I (lightly) jiggle, even occasionally poke, my belly to encourage such movement.

But it's still weird.

I mean I can SEE my stomach move. WHAT is up with that? Yeah, yeah. There's a baby in there.....but really, can that be normal?

In all honesty, it really is amazing and super cool.

Something can be cool and strange simultaneously, right?

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Lazy Days of Summer

Who are they kidding?!

Does anyone actually KNOW someone that has had EVEN ONE "lazy" day of summer?

Anyone?

Everyone I know is busy running kids to camps, play dates, swimming lessons, vacation Bible school, etc.... That doesn't even INCLUDE family vacations (and all the prep that goes into making THAT happen), picnics, cook-outs............

"Lazy days of summer" must be one of those oxymoronic sayings like "slept like a baby".

Let's see, what else. The octopillow is finally back at Walmart. When the customer service lady asked me the reason for return, I nearly began my rant again. Instead, I took a deep breath and simply said "it's too big for our bed".

Ohohoh!!! My sister found out today that she's having the same "type" of baby that we're having!!!!! Yay!! She is due two weeks after me so our kids will be VERY close in age. We do a LOT with my sis' family. We take family trips (at least once a year), attend the same church and our hubby's are great friends too. In fact, her hubby is currently in my garage with MotH working on his (sis' hubby's) truck.

We love that we get to share so much of our lives with each other........and now our kids will be awesome playmates!!

For the record, the REASON I'm not mentioning the specific "type" is that MotH hasn't told everyone yet. On the off chance that those people read my blog (hello??), I don't want this to be the way they find out.

I'll just say we're tickled pink....or blue (how. mean. am. I?!).

Additional update: I'm currently 21 weeks 5 days (or 22 weeks, if going by the first day of my last cycle). Only one week two days to go until I've passed goal number two (making it to 23 weeks, when AM was born).

Got another shot yesterday. Seem to be doing okay, with the exception of going to bed at 8:45 p.m.

This is a very random post, is it not.

Another bloggeriffic friend mentioned the other day that she got sucked into the world of Facebook. Being the follower I am (not really, but apparently in this situation), I immediately went and signed up too. I even have a few friends!!

Okay, my brain is too pooped to continue this party. 'Night.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Why is it......

that 6am has to feel so early?

that AM gets up at 6am rarin' to go, but only on Saturday, Tuesday and Thursday mornings (when I get a chance to sleep). On days he has someplace to be, I have to drag his sorry self out of bed.

that broccoli can't taste like chocolate, and chocolate like broccoli, so that my body will crave what's good for it?

that I'm the only person that can find the laundry basket when removing my socks? (Anyone else experience the "vanishing person syndrome"? Where it looks like the person wearing the socks just vanished, leaving the socks laying in a puddle on the floor?)

I'm sure there are more, but my brain turned off at around 5:15 p.m. this evening.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Once upon a time.....

in a land far away, lived a beautiful (stunning?) princess named, oh, let's call her Lesley. Why? Because it's a name befitting a ravishing beauty. Deal. With. It.

Lesley was married to a terrible ogre. Not a Shrek-like ogre, but a pretty horrible guy.

The kind of guy that expects her to just SIT THERE AND NOT CARE when the dishes need to be done. The kind of guy that says "I'll do them in the morning" and then expects that the knowledge of said dirty dishes won't drive her COMPLETELYINSANEALLEVENINGLONG!

Like I said, a terrible ogre.

Some people might call Lesley a control freak. Suggest she learn to relax and let other's help while accepting that they will do it at their own pace.

Some people would be WRONG. Just because I like things the way I like them and want them done when I want them done and expect others to ask "HOW HIGH" when I say "jump" DOES! NOT! MAKE! ME! A! CONTROL! FREAK!

*panting*

Does it?

My patience is wearing thin (duh, say it isn't so!) with my inability to do things. I can't vacuum. Can't mop. Can't lean over and clean the bathtub. Can't carry laundry up and down the stairs (I can still fold and hang things up, though). I can do the dishes, assuming my shot hasn't knocked me out (which was the case the other night).

I know that some people would say "I would love it if someone else did all that stuff for me". Ironically, pre-pregnancy me complained when I felt like I was doing "everything". Now I complain because I can't do it.

We females are confusing creatures (and I'm woman enough to admit that).

The crux of the problem is this: MotH and I aren't on the same page regarding what a clean house looks like. I think bathtubs need to be scrubbed out every week, he thinks once a month is adequate. Every time he mops (about every two weeks.....I was doing it every week, just for the record) he makes a point to show me how little dirt the mop actually picked up. I presume this is to show me I'm "wrong" in my assertion that it needs to be done every week.

Since I'm basically powerless to do anything, I pretty much have to suck it up.

I'm not so great at that, as it turns out.

Okay, all kidding (and complaining) aside, MotH is doing a fantastic job picking up what I can't do. My frustration is not with him, my frustration is with my feelings of uselessness. Yes, yes, I know I'm doing something very important, but I can't help but think of all the women that squatted in a cotton field, delivered a child and went right back to picking cotton.

I can't even WASH my cotton.

Monday, July 07, 2008

Sleeping with an octopus

It seemed like such a fine idea at the time.

See I like to FEEL like I'm sleeping on my back, so having a body pillow behind me (so that I can lean against it) is pleasant. By leaning against the body pillow, I can trick my body into believing I'm really on my back whilst remaining safely in the pregnancy-preferred leftward sleeping pose.

Unfortunately, in my effort to find back-leaning comfort, I lose the body pillow in FRONT of me, which I find to not only be pleasant, but wholly necessary. (I only have one body pillow, if you're following along.)

Eureka! I found the solution! It's a pregnancy body pillow that wraps AROUND the entire body. Body pillow in front, body pillow in back, "U" shaped part between the knees and a floppy, extra-long end that is to be used as a "standard" pillow. A Jack-of-all-trades pillow, as it were.

Last night, MotH dutifully marched off to Walmart to pick up my new pillow, the "All Nighter". I decided on the "full body comfort" option (it comes with multiple positioning suggestions). It seemed a wise decision. If going for comfort, it simply makes sense to go for FULL BODY comfort. Am I wrong?

This thing was an "All Nighter", all right. I fought with the thing ALL. NIGHT. LONG (okay, not ALL night, as you'll soon see).

First, I wrapped the long, trailing end around to turn it into my "standard" pillow (imagine me laying within a giant, white oval). Within moments, my neck hurt. No big deal, right? I just flopped the long end up and used my normal pillow.

Then, I decided I wanted to turn over. This is where it got really tricky. See, this pillow basically looks like a huge candy cane. The "U" is between the knees purportedly to help alleviate hip pain. That means one leg is under the "U" and one is above, making it impossible just to turn over.

I had to extricate the leg under the pillow, lay it on top with the other (free) leg, turn over, stick my previously free leg back under the "U" and then wriggle and writhe to regain a degree of comfort.

As I lay there panting and sweaty hot, it began to dawn on me that this may not be the miracle pillow I had hoped it would be.

Ever the optimist, I gamely tried the other side (after performing the extricate-flip-retricate....yes, I know that's not a word....dance).

My hips began to hurt. Yes, the "U" shape between my knees, the very one meant to alleviate hip pain, was causing MY hips to hurt.

On and on this went.

Getting out of bed to go potty was an event. Perhaps it sounds dramatic to call something as simple as a midnight potty run an "event", but trust me, it was. I had to lift the long, floppy end up and over, much like a floppy toll booth gate, get my legs pulled free of their manacle then reverse the entire routine once I was done with my business.

Finally, at 2am, I'd HAD IT. I grabbed the thing and dragged it across the floor, trailing it's white tentacles across my bedroom, to the closet and dumped it inside.

At this point, I heard MotH start to chuckle. "Don't you like your new pillow?", he asked. "The stupid thing is like an evil octopus", I replied. "You just move around too much", he explained.

He's lucky I was so worn out from wrestling the dang thing!

Saturday, July 05, 2008

20 Weeks!

I made it past milestone number one!!!

I am now 20 weeks pregnant. I'm past my first milestone of 19 weeks 6 days!

I am over halfway there! They will induce me once I'm full-term (around 37 weeks) to try and ensure an infection-free delivery.

Milestone number two is next. 23 weeks.

Friday, July 04, 2008

Happy 4th of July

God Bless America.......Land That I Love.

My Home Sweet Home.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Update Number II

Yep, another clever title.

24 more hours to go before I've met my first "goal". Actually, if you go by the first day of my last menstrual cycle, I was actually 20 weeks yesterday, beating my first goal.

However, since we all bow at the alter of the ultrasound, and it INSISTS that my due date is November 22, we've tossed the "first day" out with the bath water and are instead figuring my weeks by my due date.

Huh? Translation: I'm not 20 weeks until Saturday, at least as far as my doctor is concerned.

So.......I was at the doctor's office yesterday and had to see "that" doctor. You know. The one I freaked out on when I had a BV infection a couple of months ago when my doc was out-of-town.

Guess what. I have another BV infection and my doctor is out-of-town.

I went in for my regular culture (the one they send out) and asked them to also look at a sample under the microscope in the office. I was unwilling to wait until next week to find out the results of my send-out culture, since the office is closing early for the 4th.

Good thing I asked because that's how he discovered the infection. Again, no symptoms. I know I couldn't have had it for more then two weeks, because my last culture was normal (and that was two weeks ago). He said that it was still "up high" and that I probably wouldn't have noticed anything yet (irritation, etc...), but failed to tell me if that meant it was a "new" infection or one that had been around for a while.

Did I mention that I was infected at this EXACT same point in my last pregnancy?

I know, I know. Just because I'm infected now doesn't mean I'll have the same outcome. I just wanted this to be a "smooth" week, ya' know? Plus, I want to be able to bend over without fear (I was bent down unplugging a fan when my water broke last time).

I got shot #3 yesterday and complained about the side effects. To say that this doctor dismissed them is an understatement (my sis' main complaint about him is that he doesn't seem to listen very well). I'm eager to see MY doctor next time!

So far I'm not feeling terribly unstable. We shall see how the rest of the day goes. We're supposed to have company for the 4th tomorrow and if day 2 is like my LAST day 2, it could prove to be an interesting day. Good thing it's just family!