It’s been a week since I last posted. I just haven’t felt very “bloggish” lately. I’m nauseous and tired and any little bit of energy I have, I’ve been trying to spend on my family. Not the computer. Because crazy as it sounds, it takes up energy for me to type on the computer right now and I don’t have any extra to spare. The exhaustion of those first early weeks of pregnancy never ceases to amaze me. I think I’ve been more tired this time than both of my other pregnancies combined. Of course, it could be quite possible that the exhaustion was one of those things I blocked out or forgot soon after it’s over. I think God planned that on purpose because if we remembered every vivid little pain, discomfort, and ultimately all the pains of labor, us women probably wouldn’t want to have more children. Survival of the species right?
Anyways, we’ve all been well. Me, just plotting along, trying to do what I can and not actually doing much at all. Nate is home from Alabama and it looks like he won’t have to go back anytime in the near future, so I’m thankful for that. The kids are too. We’ve all missed Daddy a lot and it’s always so much better when he’s around.
Nathan is starting to read in school. I think I posted before about that, but now he is really sounding words out and blending them appropriately. It’s really exciting.
Emily is still saying & doing more every day. She knows all the different animal sounds. Of course, that’s not to say she gets them right every time – she particularly loves to shout out “BAA!” when we drive past the small farm with cows on it – but she does know and understand them. Which is really fun, because Nathan never did that.
My baby girl will be 2 in just 10 days! November 22nd. I can’t believe it! We are just planning a simple party for the 4 of us. All the family is out of town and with me still being sick and exhausted, we’re keeping it small. I haven’t decided on a “theme” yet, but we’ll probably do something with kitties or Strawberry Shortcake. I’m going to check out the cake designs at the grocery store and probably have Emily help me pick from there. Get her a few character balloons and we’ve got a happy little girl!
And as I said before, I’m just slowly getting by. I’m 8 weeks along now – wow time seems to be flying. And everything seems to be going well. God is really good and faithful. I still have my moments of nervousness, for now we are in that “in between” phase, but I really do believe in my heart and I trust God that our baby is doing just fine.
My nausea is gradually starting to decrease. It’s still pretty frequent throughout the day, but it’s definitely better than a week ago. And I think that is also helping with my energy level because I actually did some laundry yesterday. Not that I got it folded, no, but I won’t go there. (I’ve always prided myself on being excellent with keeping the laundry washed, folded, and just generally kept up. Not so much right now. We are in the desperately digging for clean underwear stage. *sigh* )
I had my first doctor appointment today. Technically it was my intial nurse visit – I didn’t see the doctor. I sat down with the nurse practitioner and she went over all the typical questions they ask – do you drink, smoke (no/no), any diseases (thankfully no), family history, etc. All the same stuff I went over with both of my other pregnancies, but of course they have to ask again because things can change. This went on for 45 (interrupted) minutes. Nathan kept jumping up and down and then after I firmly told him to sit on the chair which he did obediently do, proceeded to lay sideways on the chair and kick his feet back and forth loudly against the arm of the chair. What can you do at that point? Emily had taken her shoes off and enjoyed walking behind the chair I was sitting in and freaking the nurse out who was sure there was an outlet behind there (there wasn’t) and Emily was going to touch it (she wouldn’t.) But needless to say, I had to jump up and down more than a few times because once Emily figured out that that area was off limits, she had to try even harder to make it.
Halfway through, Nathan suddenly announces “Mommy, I have to go POOPIES!” I sigh and asked him if he could please hold it for a little longer. “Oh Mom, I REALLY have to go. Now.” Ok. The nurse nicely says she’ll wait, so we head to the bathroom. He sits down and after a minute says “OH, I don’t have to go poopies! Just pee!” And he happily jumps down. Alright, all done with that. Flush the toilet. Oh wait. My kids are both terrified of those very loud public toilets. Emily starts screaming. We walk out and the nurse passing by is looking at me like I just finished torturing the kids. I’m too tired to care at this point. I really could just take a nap.
After 45 minutes, I finish with the nurse and she hands me this giant 2.5″ binder full of information I need to know. (I have the exact same binder from my pregnancy with Emily.) It’s too big to fit in my diaper bag. Great. So now I have 3 winter coats (it was cold today, but of course too warm to wear them in the office), a diaper bag, this stupid binder that I keep dropping, Emily’s puppy, her cup, and of course the 2 kids who are heading everywhere except where we need to go. I’m actually not sure how I did it. But as every mom knows, somehow you figure it out and you manage.
The nurse was pretty nice (she was the same nurse who did my “initial” when I was newly pregnant with Emily too – and she remembered me 2.5 years later!) But I was disappointed because during that entire 45 minutes I spent with her, she didn’t once congratulation me or say anything nice about us having another baby. I’m starting to notice a trend here. I mean what is it with having a 3rd? We have 2, our boy and our girl, so now this one doesn’t matter? I mean , every baby is precious and exciting – whether it’s the first or #18 like the Duggar family. (Very neat family by the way, if you ever catch their show on TLC – 17 Kids and Counting.) Anyways, I know it’s stupid and little and I know this is just my stupid hormones getting in the way, but I was a little hurt! Oh well.
Anyways, after the nurse visit, I had to go to the lab for more blood work. Tests for RH antibodies (I’m RH negative), basic blood counts, and an Aids test. They always do that at the beginning of pregnancy just for the “record” apparently. I don’t care, I know I’m fine. Speaking of diseases, it’s always fun when they go down the list of STD’s and ask if you or your husband has ever had one. (No, we don’t/haven’t ever.) At least I didn’t get the natzi interview like I did when I was pregnant with my son. Oh here’s a story by itself:
Nate & I were newly married (Nathan was practically a honeymoon baby and for the record, I was on the PILL when he was conceived.) Anyways, again newly married, this was our first baby, and we were both nervous. I was at a different practice than the one I’m at now. At the “initial” visit, the nurse tried her best to convince me that Nate was quite possibly cheating on me and even if I didn’t think so, could have an STD! It was awful. I was horribly offended and being the naive young person that I was at the time, I never said anything about it later on. But if they tried that with me again, you’d better believe they get an earful. And I’d be complaining the higher-up’s. The idea that most people do cheat and it was naive to think otherwise (pretty much what the nurse said) is just wrong. And I’m sorry if a lot of people do, but my husband is wonderful and faithful and would never do that to me!
Back to the present:
We head down to the lab – me desperately trying to hang onto the many items I listed before. The lab is all the way down this huge building and on the 1st floor (we were on the 2nd.) That left either the stairs or the elevator. Normally I would take the elevator, but Emily has developed a great phobia of elevators, so I decided to skip the inevitable meltdown and take the stairs. Fun except Nathan of course ran all the way ahead and Emily slowly walked down a few before jumping up and down and whining “up, up!” “No, I’m not going to carry you. You’re a big girl! Come on, you can do it!” I was amazed that I had so much cheerleader left in myself after I was so tired.
The lab wait was quick – I think the Lord was being merciful. We were called back within 10 minutes, which was great because Emily was already crawling under the chairs and Nathan was itching to join her. The lab techs there are always really nice, which is always great. Emily is always very careful about bloodwork now since she had her blood drawn after her ER/Tylenol overdose visit in October. As the tech went to take my blood, she said “Ooh boo-boo” and stood there watching with this great look of concern on her face. Then after a minute “Ooh want to see!” Nathan of course was right there at the tech’s elbow – very curious. Thankfully, neither of them appear to share their father’s needle phobia.
The tech very nicely gave them some Spongebob stickers and one Bratz doll sticker for Emily (which I threw out soon afterwards – my daughter will never play with Bratz dolls, I think they’re horrible, but that’s another topic.) Then he sent me to the bathroom for a urine sample. No big deal there – I’m pregnant. I have to pee constantly. But you see, it’s another public restroom. With another dreaded loud public toilet. The entire time we’re in there, Nathan sat on the floor in the corner and cowered with his hands over his ears. This of course made Emily even more nervous and she kept whimpering. When I did flush the toilet – well you would have thought Emily was the one getting her blood drawn. Yeah, that didn’t go over so well.
So nurse visit? Check. Lab work? Check.
Now I have to go to the main desk to take care of the co-pays. Apparently the upstairs OBGYN office no longer accepts co-pays, so I have to make another stop each time I come in now. Oh and this is on the other side of the building. We head over there and thankfully there is no line. The lady says “Oh you don’t have a co-pay today, it was just a nurse visit.” And I have to explain that I apparently do because I had a nurse visit in September and was told no co-pay, only to get a bill for it a couple weeks ago. No big deal – co-pays are only $20. I finally get the lady to understand and I pay. The kids are running around but I was too tired to care, so oh well! I gather everything up and we load up into the car.
I’ll interrupt this story to insert another mini story:
Add to my day, some not very pleasant poopy diapers. And yes, I’m going to talk about poop because this is my blog and I’m a mom and that’s my life.
Here’s the “poop” story:
At some point yesterday, Emily managed to drag a chair over to the pantry and take down a box of raisins (not the little tiny mini boxes for snacks, but the big kind with several cups of raisins.) I’m not sure how much she ate before I caught her trying to feed Abby some, but it was apparently enough.
This is gross, I’ll be nice enough to warn you: TMI at your own risk:
Yesterday afternoon, it became very clear how many raisins she ate. She had a diaper full of diarrhea and about oh – there’s no nice way to say this – a few dozen undigested whole raisins.
I’m still dealing with nausea and poopy diapers don’t set well with me in general lately. That was SO fun to clean up. I did it without puking – I was pretty amazed at that. But as a mother, you just plod on through and you do what you have to!
This morning, another diaper with a little diarrhea and another handful of raisins. Nice to wake up to that. And another while we were at the doctor’s. And another before bed. I think the girl must have eaten half the box. Oh she’s perfectly allright. She’s drinking plenty and the diarrhea seemed to have stopped with the morning diaper. The 2 diapers after that consisted just of raisins….
Now aren’t you glad you read that? Back to the rest of my day…
At home, I send Nathan outside (he was MEGA hyper today) and put Emily down for a late nap. Ahhh, time to relax. And what the heck, I’ll pull out that fat white pregnancy binder and leaf through it. It is kinda fun because I am afterall PREGNANT! Uh-oh. I can’t find it. I must have left it in the car. I go out and it’s not there. I look around the house some more. We just got in, it’s too big to lose…. Oh no. I left it at the front desk while paying the co-pays. Stupid binder! After all that toting it around! Grrr….