Today was supposed to start out with a quick and easy run to town for a doctors appointment. I got up before my alarm, had breakfast made, ok, well I had the Pop Tarts out of the package and warmed up before Piper asked for them. Sage was in a good mood so we were all good. We left the house ON TIME, which rarely ever happens, and this is the first time with all 3 of us leaving the house.
Once again I had a list of things to pick up and BROUGHT IT WITH ME.....WHOOHOOO!!!!!!
My doctors appointment went well. To well....my blood pressure was great. So great that my doctors doesnt see a need to induce me earlier then September 27. I know its only a few extra days but really, I am so tired of being pregnant, and I hurt all over, and I just want to get back to feeling like myself that I was really looking forward to having the baby a little early.
So I took my semi-distraught attitude and did what any good pregnant chick out do. I went shopping.
Pulled into the parking lot, got the car, Sager loaded into the cart and started walking into the store just in time to come face to face with a 3 foot bull snake. In the parking lot. I didnt really have a choice but to walk around/near him and when I informed the employee on a smoke break in the outdoor flower section (nice) about it, she said "again, we just moved him a few minutes ago." Well he was back and another reason for permanment relocation.
Got all my shopping done, didnt forget a single thing. I actually remembered a couple things that were not on my list but I knew we needed.....so proud of myself!!
Sage was a little fussy so I wanted to open the new $1.99 toy key chain I just bought him to keep him entertained for the last errand and our trip home. This was when my day got worse.....when the knife I was using to cute the stupid zip tie off of the back of the $1.99 toy, slipped and went into my finger. The blood gushed good, which I expected because finger cuts always bleed really bad. I was not prepared for the flap of skin and grossness found below the flap of skin.
Long story short, my go-to RN (aka, sister in law) was in town and I had her check it out and made the decision to have someone look at it, just to be sure.
Of course, my doctor was the ONLY one with an opening at that time. Not the on-call doc, not a PA but my doc who I knew was going to give me a serious load of you-know-what because of this little incident. And the fact that I had just left his office an hour before.
He glued my finger back together, laughing the whole time (Im so happy I can keep him entertaind) and told me to "behave, not mess with knives"...sounds just like my husband.
So all before noon I was told I wont have this baby anytime soon, faced a stupid snake in a store parking lot and attempted to cut my finger off.
Its safe to say, I am better off staying home for the remainder of the day. Its safer for all involved.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Almost Done
Only a few more days!!! Depending on the nursing situation at the hospital (according to my doc) I could be induced on Thursday, September 23 or Monday, September 27. Thursday really works better for us, and not just because its 4 days sooner. I will be home that Sunday or so, and babysitting for the other 2 kiddos is much easier on the weekends.
Last week at my appointment my blood pressure was back up. My swelling is getting worse, and there are some symptons in my urine that they have been kinda waiting for. Basically, the pre-eclampsia could be starting again. This time, though, I am 37 weeks instead of 29 weeks. As my doctor said, if things get worse, we induce earlier rather then later.
Im really not worried this time around. Maybe because I know what to expect. Maybe because I did the preemie thing with Sage so a 37 or 38 weeker doesnt really phase me.
Im excited that he will be here soon, and I am very excited to not be pregnant, but at the sametime, I am just not finding the balance needed with 2 kiddos. Im not ready to have to split myself in 3rds versus in half and share again. I know I will be the moment he gets here, but as of now I am loving spending my time with Piper and Sage. Its hard to believe that I will be able to add in another little one and still be able to give the attention to them that they need and deserve.
Last week at my appointment my blood pressure was back up. My swelling is getting worse, and there are some symptons in my urine that they have been kinda waiting for. Basically, the pre-eclampsia could be starting again. This time, though, I am 37 weeks instead of 29 weeks. As my doctor said, if things get worse, we induce earlier rather then later.
Im really not worried this time around. Maybe because I know what to expect. Maybe because I did the preemie thing with Sage so a 37 or 38 weeker doesnt really phase me.
Im excited that he will be here soon, and I am very excited to not be pregnant, but at the sametime, I am just not finding the balance needed with 2 kiddos. Im not ready to have to split myself in 3rds versus in half and share again. I know I will be the moment he gets here, but as of now I am loving spending my time with Piper and Sage. Its hard to believe that I will be able to add in another little one and still be able to give the attention to them that they need and deserve.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
So exhausted
I tell people I am tired and they nod in agreement, probably because I look like I have been run over by a mac truck. I know that the moms know how I feel, but Im not sure they actually remember how exhausting and sore they were 3 weeks before they had their little darlings. I know I certainly dont rememeber feeling this crappy with Piper.
Just to let everyone know just how tired (and slightly more then irritated) I was last night, I had a snake encounter and didnt have the energy or desire to flip out. Well, not totally, I wanted to flip out but I wasnt sure exactly how I could get my aching body on the hood of my Durango without causing some major injury to myself, the car or whatever dog happened to be under me when I fell off.
After cleaning the whole kitchen (that was clean this weekend however the pizza fairy left boxes and left overs all over the place, along with a sick full of dirty dishes (s)HE didnt feel necessary to attend to) putting away the groceries, while helping Piper with her homework and taking Sage back into the living room with his FATHER because he really isnt any help in the kitchen, I finally made it outside to feed the dogs (who were looking at me with big brown pleading eyes cause they think they are starving). Fed the dogs, turned to walk back into the house and there was the snake....slithering past the door and around the corner of the house.
My initial reaction was to scream, but again....energy. My other reaction was to walk to the other side of the house and go in that door...but again...energy. So I sucked it up, hoped the snake was around the corner enough that I wouldnt have a baby in the landing, and walked to the front door and into the house. (I did make sure to shut the door TIGHTLY) behind me.)
Went into living room and asked my dear husband if he would please go kill the snake by the door.
"What?"
"Please go kill the snake by the door. The one I just calmly and rationally had to walk past to get into the house and I am not having a fit about it. Go kill it."
"Where is it?"
"The door, the porch, the place I am always worried they will get into because someone doesnt shut the door tightly all the time and you say, they wont get there, they dont come that close to the house."
"Oh, that door."
"Yes, please go kill him."
Turns out it was just a little guy, a harmless water snake about 16 inches long (I cant believe I just wrote that out....uhhh...harmless and little in reference to a snake BY MY HOUSE) and he has since been sent to where snakes go when they have losing battle with a shovel. I dont care. He isnt in my house and he isnt in my yard anymore.
There you have it....I didnt have the energy to flip out over a snake. If that doesnt tell you something, well then nothing will.
Just to let everyone know just how tired (and slightly more then irritated) I was last night, I had a snake encounter and didnt have the energy or desire to flip out. Well, not totally, I wanted to flip out but I wasnt sure exactly how I could get my aching body on the hood of my Durango without causing some major injury to myself, the car or whatever dog happened to be under me when I fell off.
After cleaning the whole kitchen (that was clean this weekend however the pizza fairy left boxes and left overs all over the place, along with a sick full of dirty dishes (s)HE didnt feel necessary to attend to) putting away the groceries, while helping Piper with her homework and taking Sage back into the living room with his FATHER because he really isnt any help in the kitchen, I finally made it outside to feed the dogs (who were looking at me with big brown pleading eyes cause they think they are starving). Fed the dogs, turned to walk back into the house and there was the snake....slithering past the door and around the corner of the house.
My initial reaction was to scream, but again....energy. My other reaction was to walk to the other side of the house and go in that door...but again...energy. So I sucked it up, hoped the snake was around the corner enough that I wouldnt have a baby in the landing, and walked to the front door and into the house. (I did make sure to shut the door TIGHTLY) behind me.)
Went into living room and asked my dear husband if he would please go kill the snake by the door.
"What?"
"Please go kill the snake by the door. The one I just calmly and rationally had to walk past to get into the house and I am not having a fit about it. Go kill it."
"Where is it?"
"The door, the porch, the place I am always worried they will get into because someone doesnt shut the door tightly all the time and you say, they wont get there, they dont come that close to the house."
"Oh, that door."
"Yes, please go kill him."
Turns out it was just a little guy, a harmless water snake about 16 inches long (I cant believe I just wrote that out....uhhh...harmless and little in reference to a snake BY MY HOUSE) and he has since been sent to where snakes go when they have losing battle with a shovel. I dont care. He isnt in my house and he isnt in my yard anymore.
There you have it....I didnt have the energy to flip out over a snake. If that doesnt tell you something, well then nothing will.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
How Ironic
At my baby check up yesterday I made the decision to have a tubal ligation after Brannon is delivered. The induction is set for September 23 and on September 24 they will do the tubal. I also found out yesterday that I will still need the flippin' epidural done. I have avoided an epi like the black plague for 8 years and have no reason to think I would need one for Brannon's delivery. I am not anti-drugs while in labor, oh no, I am all for them, but I am terrified beyond belief of the stupid needle in my spine, therefore, I dont get epidurals. Yep, bring on the pain and keep the damn needle as far away from me as possible. Now I find out that because my husband is a big baby, I will have to have one anyway to get my tubes tied. I dont need one to have a baby, but I need one to not have a baby. The irony is not lost on me.
Ok, so he isnt a big baby...well, ya, he kinda is but regardless, its makes more sense financially to have the tubal done as my insurance will cover more of it then will over the procedure for him. He is lucky because otherwise he would be putting on his big boy pants and dealing with it.
Ok, so he isnt a big baby...well, ya, he kinda is but regardless, its makes more sense financially to have the tubal done as my insurance will cover more of it then will over the procedure for him. He is lucky because otherwise he would be putting on his big boy pants and dealing with it.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Infestation
Grasshoppers. That our infestation. A real infestation, not the kinda I invent in my head when I think there may be a snake in the front yard but I am convinced there are hundreds of them out there.
I mean, THOUSANDS of grasshoppers. Don't believe me....check out the picture....thats a very small portion of the recently departed critters in my front yard. Hubby sprayed for them again this morning and now, they are dead. The ground literally looked like it was moving before. Now I have thousands of little critter corpses but hey, Im ok with that. Especially after being covered in grasshopper guts while weed-wacking around my flower bed yesterday.
They eat everything. Well so far, everything but weeds (of course). Including our alfalfa, potatos, tomatos, you name it, they will eat it. Then after we make that list we can talk about the grasshopper guts I had in my mail because one got smashed in the mailbox. The ones who made it into my car before I remember to shoot the windows (that was early on in the invasion). They have no purpose here....they must go.
And they did.
RIP little critters. You will NOT be missed.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
9 month appt and......
WE ARE FINALLY ON THE GROWTH CHARTS!!!!
Whoohoo....I would say visualize me doing a happy dance right now but thats probably not a vision anyone wants or needs right now.
At 9 months old Little Man weighs 16lbs 11oz and is 26 inches long. That puts him on the full term growth charts for the first time EVER. Albeit the 3rd percentile but hey, its a goal that I had for him to be on the charts before he was a year, and he is.
My little man is a rockstar!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
World of Convenience
My dear husband has an issue. He feels we are living in a world that accepts laziness and expects convenience.
I understand and dont disagree with this statement. Being 8 months pregnant and typically having a 9 month old child with me when I go places, I tend to enjoy a world of conveniences.
So does hubby, but I dont think he will ever admit it.
Right now his rant is his recent discovery of drive thru windows at pharmacies. Really, I dont know where he has been, these are not a new concept but hey...he just experienced it for the first time last week and he has had issues with it since.
It all started innocently enough....I had to refill a prescription. Simple enough and he was going to town anyway, so we (I) invited ourselves along. **Sounds so much better when I blame the baby also**
I told him to pull up to the drive thru window....he looked at me like I was crazy.
"What?"
"The drive thru window. That place right in front of you that has 2 lanes, and works like McDonalds."
"They have a drive thru at the pharmacy?" I took this as a question but apparently, judging by the look I got, it was more of a statement.
"Yes, they do...why?"
"We live in such a lazy world. Everything is convenient, everyone expects things to be convenient."
"Yeah....so?" Big mistake
"A pharmacy? If your to lazy to get out of your car and pick up your prescription then you shouldnt be leaving your house."
"Or you might be leaving your house only to pick up your meds and are unable to get out of your car because of an illness or, oh I dont know, a 9 month old, 16lb baby that takes more time to get out of the car seat and into the store then it does to be in the store."
"Well, whatever....its sad."
"Its reality."
At this time we find out my script isnt ready yet, so we drive around to get something to drink. Pulling into the McDonald's I comment on how packed the parking lot is and he says "thats why we are going to the drive thru."
"Oh we are now...feeling to lazy to stand in line or just wanting the convenience of not getting out of the car?" HA, take that Mr. Lazy and Convenient
Going back to the pharmacy he pulls into the parking lot, bypasses the drive thru and parks. Then he looks at me.
"Seriously" I say....
"Seriously" he replies. Damn, thats why you dont smart off to the driver.
"This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen you do. You are really having problems with the drive thru pharmacy thing and I think you need to seek some professional help."
"Maybe so but right now, I am not using the drive thru and your not driving so its my call."
"Big baby"
OK, so maybe it wasnt one of our more mature conversations but still....he has a seriously problem. I think Mr. Lazy and Convenient needs to think about the food drive thrus he uses, the pay at the pump gas stations, the remote control, microwaves, cell phones and various other means of "convenience" before he starts in on the drive thru pharmacy.
However being a man, he never will. And even if he does, he certainly wont share his thoughts with me, espcially when he realizes that I am right :-)
I understand and dont disagree with this statement. Being 8 months pregnant and typically having a 9 month old child with me when I go places, I tend to enjoy a world of conveniences.
So does hubby, but I dont think he will ever admit it.
Right now his rant is his recent discovery of drive thru windows at pharmacies. Really, I dont know where he has been, these are not a new concept but hey...he just experienced it for the first time last week and he has had issues with it since.
It all started innocently enough....I had to refill a prescription. Simple enough and he was going to town anyway, so we (I) invited ourselves along. **Sounds so much better when I blame the baby also**
I told him to pull up to the drive thru window....he looked at me like I was crazy.
"What?"
"The drive thru window. That place right in front of you that has 2 lanes, and works like McDonalds."
"They have a drive thru at the pharmacy?" I took this as a question but apparently, judging by the look I got, it was more of a statement.
"Yes, they do...why?"
"We live in such a lazy world. Everything is convenient, everyone expects things to be convenient."
"Yeah....so?" Big mistake
"A pharmacy? If your to lazy to get out of your car and pick up your prescription then you shouldnt be leaving your house."
"Or you might be leaving your house only to pick up your meds and are unable to get out of your car because of an illness or, oh I dont know, a 9 month old, 16lb baby that takes more time to get out of the car seat and into the store then it does to be in the store."
"Well, whatever....its sad."
"Its reality."
At this time we find out my script isnt ready yet, so we drive around to get something to drink. Pulling into the McDonald's I comment on how packed the parking lot is and he says "thats why we are going to the drive thru."
"Oh we are now...feeling to lazy to stand in line or just wanting the convenience of not getting out of the car?" HA, take that Mr. Lazy and Convenient
Going back to the pharmacy he pulls into the parking lot, bypasses the drive thru and parks. Then he looks at me.
"Seriously" I say....
"Seriously" he replies. Damn, thats why you dont smart off to the driver.
"This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen you do. You are really having problems with the drive thru pharmacy thing and I think you need to seek some professional help."
"Maybe so but right now, I am not using the drive thru and your not driving so its my call."
"Big baby"
OK, so maybe it wasnt one of our more mature conversations but still....he has a seriously problem. I think Mr. Lazy and Convenient needs to think about the food drive thrus he uses, the pay at the pump gas stations, the remote control, microwaves, cell phones and various other means of "convenience" before he starts in on the drive thru pharmacy.
However being a man, he never will. And even if he does, he certainly wont share his thoughts with me, espcially when he realizes that I am right :-)
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