Monday, March 31, 2008

I wish this was just a picture of my beautiful ring

Guess where I spent the night. again. When the contractions got to be 3 minutes apart, I decided to listen to my gut. 2 liters of fluid and a shot of terbulatline later, I was sent home again. This pregnancy has been one CRAZY ride! Here's hopin' for at least 2 1/2 more weeks of this...

Friday, March 28, 2008

On a lighter note

Ok, I felt like I whined a little too much, so here is a happy thought for you. Guess who taught HERSELF how to ride a bike! You can bet I wasn't running along side her, LOL. She just pulled out the bike, gave it a whirl and came running inside to share her news and show off.

PS. She's 5 years old :) turning 6 this summer.

This is getting old

Ok, I know I'm only 33 weeks along, but I have to say I'm getting a bit tired of being pregnant already. Not that I want to actually have the baby now, I just am tired of all of the random frustrations of pregnancy. I had a very disappointing doctor's appointment yesterday. I have OBVIOUSLY been a bit paranoid about any symptoms I've been having this week because of my joyous hospital stay earlier in the week. In addition to the contractions on Monday night, I've also started swelling a little, I've had weird episodes of my heart suddenly racing, and sharp pains rather low in my belly. Basically the doctor took 5 minutes of his time to tell me I shouldn't wear tight socks, we'd check my thyroid later and that all these things are fairly typical with pregnancy. I was so disappointed in his complete dismissal of it all.

Today, I was at work (I work in a doctor's office) and I could feel my heart start to race again. I took my blood pressure and pulse, and found that my blood pressure was up a little, but my pulse was 140!! I guess the advantage of being at work in that situation was that my doc listened to my heart and had an EKG taken right away. Everything looks fine, except the fast rate. So, he ordered a few blood tests, then sent me home to rest. I'll get the blood results monday to see if it is my thyroid wiggin' out again or something else.

Anyway, sorry for rambling. why couldn't the doctor just take me seriously and get the tests done YESTERDAY, then I'd have the results today instead of worrying over the weekend. UGH. Its going to be a LONG 7 weeks if I actually make it that far along.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

False Alarm

I just got home from the hospital. I had a very busy day at work yesterday... and when I got home from work, I was just exhausted. I started having a few contractions, so I layed down. The contractions kept coming, so I actually went to bed. Later yet, I was awakened by stronger contractions, still about 5 minutes apart.

So, off to the hospital I went. I actually left Benson home with the kids with the thought that they would be stopping the contractions one way or another anyway.

I got there at 1am. They watched me and baby for a while, and saw I was having contractions... so they started an IV. They did a few tests then had me rest while they waited for results.

By 6am, the contractions were pretty much gone all on their own, and they let me go home. The nurse was very nice and told me I did everything exactly by the book, and if it were to happen again, to do the same things. That made me feel better.

So, I am grateful there's no baby yet. (I'm only 32 weeks by the way). I feel somewhat proud to have joined the ranks of all the mom's in the world who have made the trek to the hospital only to turn around and go home. LOL. Now I just need to catch up on some sleep.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

well, the name of my blog *IS* a day in the life....

Today was such a busy day for me! I've had a lot of custom orders that are *mostly* finished. Today was the day to truly finish them! I framed 4 pictures, created 2 invitation sets on the computer and managed to do laundry somewhere in between. Laundry is my nemesis. I hate it, so it is always a HUGE accomplishment when I take the initiative to start and finish it (all the way to getting them back in the drawers they belong in).

Don't ask what my dear daughter was doing all day. *mothers' guilt sets in*

Regardless! Here are pictures of some of my accomplishments. Sorry, no pics of the laundry, its PUT AWAY!

Opinions are welcome on the invitation especially. I'm thinking invitations would be a good way to bring in more orders. What design would you like to see for an invitation?

Friday, March 14, 2008

When husband's get sick

Ok, I need to know if I am in the minority here. We've been fighting sickness for over a week at my house. Starting with one child, on to the next and so on. So, here's the dilemma: when my kids are sick, I pretty much pamper them, give them medicine, plenty of fluids, let them watch movies, read them books etc. Typical mom behavior I would suspect. However, what exactly am I supposed to do for my dear hubby when it's his turn to get sick? Maybe that is part of my problem, since I don't know what to do, I don't do much at all for him. And the worst part is, I am horribly unsympathetic. I don't mean to be, it just sort of comes out that way.

I think some of my poor attitude comes from being a poor neglected mom. If I am sick, I still have to wake up, get the kids dressed and ready for school. I might not do the laundry or clean the bathroom, but kids still need breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In contrast, if the husband is sick, he stays in bed extra long, and takes naps, and doesn't do much of ANYTHING. Sure he gets better faster, but it just doesn't seem fair.

Earlier this week, my friend was helping me out by watching the kids while I went to work. Hubby didn't feel well, and said he would go into work "a little later". So, my friend picks up my one daughter and watches her all morning. She ALSO drove back to my house to pick up my older daughter when she got off the school bus. Well, guess what, hubby was at home the whole time. Not only did he sleep all morning, he LET MY FRIEND take both girls back home with her, so he could rest all afternoon alone too. There is NO DOUBT in my mind that he didn't feel well that day. But for some reason, I just have no sympathy for him. Should I be grateful that he was able to get some sleep while my friend watched our children??? Am I alone in thinking he was taking too much advantage of the situation? Am I wrong to feel like this? Like I said, I know he wasn't feeling well, but lets be honest, it was just a cold!

Monday, March 10, 2008

Finally a name for the disease I suffer from!

Recently, I was diagnosed with C. A. A. D. D. -Child Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. This is how it manifests: I decide to do the laundry. As I start toward the laundry room, I notice that there are cheerios all over the floor and my car keys are in the cereal bowl. I decide to pick up the cheerios before I do the laundry. I lay my car keys down on the counter, put the cheerios in the trash can under the counter, and notice that the trash can is full. So, I decide to take out the trash. But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailboxwhen I take out the trash I may as well pay the bills first. I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only one check left, my extra checks are in my desk in the office/playroom, so I go to my desk where I find a sippy cup full of juice. I'm going to look for my checks, but first I decide I should put the sippy cup in the refrigerator to keep it cold. As I head toward the kitchen with the sippy cup, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye --they need to be watered. I set the sippy cup on the counter, and I discover baby wipes that I've been searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back in the bathroom, but first I'm going to water the flowers. I set the wipes back down, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote, one of the kids left it on the kitchen table. I realize that after school when they go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote as they fight over who lost it, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.
I splash some water on the flowers, but most of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back down, get some paper towels and wipe up the spill. Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do. At the end of the day: the laundry isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm cup of juice sitting on the counter, the flowers aren't watered, there is still only one check in mycheckbook, I can't find the remote, I can't find the wipes, and I don' t remember what I did with the car keys. Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really tired. I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail/blog. Do me a favor, will you? Forward this message, because I don't remember to whom it has been sent. Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming.

(got this in an email. Wish I could take credit for writing this or just identifying the disease. . . I'd probably make millions, but someone else got to it before me. :) Just enjoy and have a very productive DAY!)

Thursday, March 6, 2008


For anyone keeping track, I had ANOTHER migraine yesterday. The sad irony of that story is that I told my OB at my last visit that I was having a lot of migraines and he offered to give me a script for Vicodin. My first thought was, "Oh, I'll call if I need it". Then I got a little wiser and realized by the time I got it, it would be too late, SO, I asked to get the script. As I left the office, I *thought* it was in the stack of papers they gave me, but I was wrong. They called later to say they had dropped it in the mail since I forgot it.

It arrived in yesterday's mail about 3pm. Of course, the migraine struck at 9am. Ugh. At least I have something to get through the next one.

I'm feeling mostly better today but I've got a sick daughter (fever and nasty cold). I'm so tired of all the germs. Anyone else agree that it is HIGH TIME for spring to show up??!

Monday, March 3, 2008

Jeesh. . .

People are so unpredictable, and have WAY too much influence over my attitude.

So, last thursday I had 2 doctor visits, one to my OB and one with a chiropractor. First, the chiropractor... the man I was sitting next to felt the need to comment on my pregnancy. My daughters were with me and playing very nicely, but not quietly, with the toys in the waiting room.

He says: "and you're expecting another one eh?"
Yep. (duh)
Sweet daughter #1 comes up and says " We're going to have 4 kids in our family!"
I explain, they have an older brother at home.
"you're a brave woman"
LOL, well, its not so hard when I'm not pregnant.
"and when is that?"

I couldn't believe my ears. I was SO offended. Did he really think that was funny? despite the massage and adjustment, I felt far MORE stressed after my visit because I was just steaming about his obnoxious comment.

Then I went to my routine OB visit with full confidence that I could convince my doctor that I was not diabetic and did not need the 3 hour glucose tolerance test. I had been testing my sugars at home, and everything seemed completely normal. Even when I tried, I couldn't get my blood sugar all that high. The doctor took a glance at the paper with all my numbers and set it immediately aside. URGH!! He then proceeded to lay on the mother's guilt saying things like, "well, I can't *make* you do this test, its *your* pregnancy and *your baby's* health." Gee, thanks. FINE, I'll do the stupid test. So, Friday morning I went in for the horrible test. The drink was just as bad as expected, but luckily, my response to it wasn't as bad as last time. I did get a headache, but no rebound shaking and nausea.

The thing that made the test tolerable was the very pleasant young lady who I sat next to during the test. She was expecting her first baby, and had to do the yucky test too. In fact, I think she was just as frustrated about doing it as I was. In great contrast to the **~@!## I sat to previously, she was respectful and anxious to glean from my great "wisdom" in pregnancy, labor and delivery... The time went by very quickly as we talked about numerous topics including cravings, working after baby, breast pumps, epidurals and who the best doctors are.

So, in conclusion, JEESH, to the person who felt the need to insult me, and THANK YOU FOREVER to the nice lady I was able to share the yucky experience of the glucose tolerance test with. I really wish that other people didn't have such a big influence on me. I really should have been able to enjoy the massage and gripe and hate the glucose tolerance test, but I guess life just doesn't always give you what you expect.

PS: I got my glucose tolerance test results. ALL NORMAL. Go figure.