“Nicholas, don’t run with the fork!”
“Stop stabbing the cat with the fork!”
“Do not eat your shoe!”
“Get your shoe out of your mouth!”
“No hitting the cat with the remote!”
“Nicholas get off the cat!”
Well, you get the idea. Right now the cat is safe because the creature is busying himself by banging on his drum while wearing a bucket on his head. Kids are weird.
Yesterday afternoon we snuck in to see my extremely sweet and accomodating doctor (primary care, not midwife). She did a doppler on me and after much poking around we heard the new baby’s heartbeat for the first time! In my pregnant state I forgot to bring the camera with me to the hospital so you’ll just have to take my word for it. I think Mike was pretty blown away — something about hearing that fast little heartbeat makes it seem more real. He was considering recreating the slow whoosh-whoosh-whoosh sound of my heart and the quicker wub-wub-wub sound of the baby’s heart
Hmmm… extremely girly for me but I will leave it up for a while since I can appreciate a little feminity once in a while. Maybe the little girl I’m working on growing likes butterflies.
I haven’t felt much like blogging lately because I’ve been a bit tired, nauseus and depressed with the whole aforementioned making a new human being thing. I’ve been pretty sad about Erin and spend much of my time trying to work through dealing with all that. The funny thing is that part of the reason I started this blog in the first place was to help me get some feelings out — things I am very good at just bottling up normally. I think it is good for me to have this outlet but as you may have noticed the “Therapy” posts are few and far between. I think the reason for that is that now when I’m thinking about troubling things or am very depressed I write out my feelings in my head like I would a blog post. Then the actual post isn’t needed I guess. That is definately not a side-effect of the blog that I would have seen coming, but I guess it is helpful.
Mike is officially “On Notice” with me.
For the past several weeks I have been… crabby, nauseus, tired, hormonal, etc. Then to add insult to injury this week I have been sick. It started as the stomach flu for two glorious days and has continued at a dull roar of nausea and fatigue the rest of this week. Then today Nick was extremely fussy all day and sooooooo uncooperative. And the icing on the cake: tonight I noticed that my nose is getting bigger and tilting to the left.
(This is a real side effect of pregnancy, I swear. Look it up.)
So needless to say I am NOT HAVING A GOOD NIGHT. Do you know what my dear, sympathetic husband says? “Look Nick, it’s Bozo!”
(*Okay, after he posted this on his blog I have chosen to forgive him. For now.)
The mad vomiter strikes again.
Last night was an unfortunate repeat of Saturday night. What the hell?
That was how this post began when I started writing it earlier today. Since then things have taken an… unfortunate turn for the worse.
First, we spoke to Nick’s pediatrician and she thinks he may be suffering from allergies. The theory goes that after laying on his stomach for a few hours his mucous is all built up, gets to be too much for his stomach to handle, and bleeeeecccchhhhh.
Second, I AM SICK. I rarely, rarely get sick so when I do I am a force to be reckoned with. Today I have done it up real good! I have held absolutely nothing down all day. Right now I am experiencing a moment of clarity that comes from the relief I experience after fluids come shooting out of me, from every possible exit. If you know what I mean. Which I think you do. Sorry.
Not only did I have the pleasure of many things exiting my body in a short period of time, then, for the very first time ever, I got the distinct privilege of shoving something into a place that I believe (at least for me) to be an “Exit Only” venue. For reasons previously stated (ummm, YAKKING) I had to take my anti-nausea medicine in a… different way.
And if you are currently thinking I am the biggest wimp ever and can’t I even handle the stomach flu for one measley day then I have some news for you. My Midwife recommended I take this medicine.
Wait, WHAT?
You heard me right folks, although this is decidedly NOT how I had intended to tell you. Memorable though, huh?