Can I Get A Break?

Seriously?! I feel like I'm being crapped on! Okay, so things aren't that bad. I'll blame being hormonal. It just seems like I can't get a break to save my life (and, no, I'm not going to die if I don't get a break-at least I don't think).

Sean started his training today. He has the best trainer (yay!), so he is optimistic that he will pass and be taken in. The downside? Training is two weeks! The worse part? If I go into labor, and he is already at training, it will be almost impossible for him to take off and get me (or meet me) at the hospital. Of course, if I go into labor before he leaves for the day, then they are okay with him not being there (or so they say). So I'm hoping this little man stays put for two weeks, comes on a weekend, labor starts at night or early morning, or I end up with an induction. Fingers crossed!

So I have to come up with even more contingency plans. My mom insists she will be at the hospital with me. I'd rather poke my own eyes out! My SIL volunteered to be my labor buddy, so I may take her up on that! I asked my mom if she would come up later this week do I could show her where all of Alice's things are (in case she has to come get her or stay with her here) and she gave me some story about not knowing if she should drive her car all the way up here. Blah, blah, blah! How does she expect to help out once he is here? She is the one all excited about helping out. Does she think I'm going to pack up the car with both kiddies and drive to her? She is insane! I understand if she doesn't want to help or drive up here. In fact, it may be less stressful doing things by myself than with her around! I reserve the right to retract that statement.

I have a feeling my ob will be discussing induction on Thursday. Which means she'll probably want to do it that following Thursday. I know I'm six days behind what they have, so I can refuse an induction, right? They can't make me. As long as he is doing well, right?

I guess I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. I'll just explain what is going on. Who knows, this little man may have another plan in mind! He is getting so low that I'm having trouble walking. It is super painful.

Oh, and thank you all for your kind words and thoughts about Gretchen! I am still bummed, but I'm doing better.

38 Week Picture and Sad News

I'm going to make this short, as I'm upset. Today I'm 38 weeks (or 38w6d). Here is my belly pic. Looks like I may have dropped a bit.

Now the sad news. Sean found Gretchen today. She was across the road and had been hit by a car. I'm terribly upset. I'm just lying in bed bawling my eyes out. This is the second fur baby that the damn road has claimed! Stupid state road! What makes this even more hurtful, is I was the one that let her out. So I'm to blame for, yet again, another death. Now I'm dredging up memories of Bruno too.

More Sickness

My poor baby is still sick. It seems she can't get a break. She went from stomach flu to a cold and respiratory infection.

Last night, she kept waking up and crying. Finally about 4 am (after I had another bout with vomiting!), we got her comfortable enough to sleep. She has had a really runny nose, but I was more concerned about her breathing. She was breathing hard and heavy. Plus she had a really nasty cough.

So I took her to immediate care today. We got there at noon, and what a zoo. Alice did really well, all things considered. We waited a little over an hour before they called us back. Towards the end there she started throwing her books and a toy. The nurse made a comment about her "looking like she feels fine". Yeah, whatever lady. If you only knew my daughter. She normally would have been climbing and running everywhere. Plus you can look at her eyes and tell how bad she feels. You know that glossed over look.

The doctor checked her out and said she has a cold/respiratory infection and bronchitis. So we got her an antibiotic. Hopefully she will be feeling better in another day or two.

I am enjoying the cuddle time while it lasts :) and the naps!

Friday Night Leftovers

•Does anyone want an 18 month old? I'm thinking about selling her, but haven't made my mind up completely. She loves to pitch fits, throw herself into walls or the floor, scream, not listen, and refuse anything and everything. She does give good hugs and kisses, can be wildly entertaining, and has a sweet disposition when happy as can be!

•Okay, so I'm not selling her. I wouldn't mind having a break from her for a few hours. Same with Sean. I won't sell him, but I'd like him out of my hair for awhile.

•I'm tired of people asking me: "how are you feeling" and "when is he coming?" I'm tired, grumpy, huge, and getting over a stomach bug. How do you think I feel? And how am I supposed to know when he will come? When it is time, he will come!

•If this past week was supposed to be a relaxing break for me, then I'd hate to see what a busy, chaotic week is like. It was my turn to be waited on hand and foot. Instead, I was doing all the waiting and nursing everyone back to health.

•I have a feeling this baby is going to be late. I'm thinking March 23-26. I only say that because I have really no progress going on. I know that could change quickly, so who knows.

•Gretchen has been missing since Monday night/Tuesday morning. I put them outside/the breezeway two weeks ago, and everyone was much happier! Every night I get them in and lock them inside until morning. Monday night I got them in. At least I swear both cats were in! I did go outside around 2 am because I was burning up, so it is possible she got out then. She is usually stuck to my side, so you'd think I would have noticed. But anyway, I don't think she is coming back. I'm pretty sure something got her, otherwise she would be here. It is just weird. Out of both cats, she is the one that never left the property! Maybe she'll show up...but I'm not holding my breath.

•Alice got a mid-day bath today. I hadn't drained the tub right away, and when we went back in the bathroom so I could potty, she kept reaching in and playing with the water. Then she fell in face first! It was funny. I wish I had gotten a picture!

•I guess I should finish everything up for the baby and install the car seat. I didn't realize until yesterday how little time we have. My ob has me at 1 1/2 weeks left, and wants to talk induction after next week!

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38 Week Appt and Sick Update

I had my 38 week appointment today. I lost a little over 9 pounds from last week. I'll blame that on the illness. It is probably all water weight anyway. I couldn't leave a urine sample because I hadn't urinated in about 36 hours. She gave me phenergan for nausea, and said to drink lots of fluids. If I hadn't urinated by 5 this evening, then she wanted me to go get an iv. No worries. I'm finally peeing!

The little man has dropped according to everyone. I don't see it, but I'll take a picture this weekend. I'm 1 cm dilated, cervix long and hard. Apparently I have a magical cervix. She has me at 38 1/2 weeks, so she said if I make it to next weeks appointment, then we'll start talking. Guess I'll have to remind her I think my due date is six days later.

I quit vomiting around midnight, but still had bad diarrhea. My fever broke around 1. I'm feeling better, but not quite recovered. We had a rough night with Alice. She kept waking up every two hours, and would fling herself around, banging her head and slamming it into stuff. She has several big goose eggs on her forehead. I think she was having intestinal pain, but she wouldn't let me touch her. She is much better today. Sean is finally feeling better. Which I'm glad about because I was about to strangle him.

He and I got into an argument last night because I was frustrated with him not taking care of Alice. Then he threw the whole "I'm not feeling well" bit in my face (Yeah, I know! Me too! But you aren't vomiting!). And started making comments about my "bloggy" friends and how I know everything about parenting (I don't-do any of us?), when Alice went through her screaming bloody murder thing. But I was just irritated with his baby attitude. Everything is fine now. It just can get a little tense when everyone is not feeling well and tired.

Figures

Well I got their bug. Except I seem to have got every symptom. Diarrhea, vomiting, aches, headache, and chills (fever). I have been in bed all day. And the little man is moving, kicking, and punching a ton...which is making my sore stomach and intestines hurt even more.

I'm hoping I'll be better by tomorrow, but Sean still isn't feeling well. And Alice? Still running a fever, vomiting a bit, and hardly eating. So I'm not too optimistic.

The Throes of Hell

Last night, while I was making dinner, Sean ran into town to get a few things. While he was gone, Alice started coughing and threw up on the floor. I didn't think much of it, as she may have stuck a finger down her throat (which is usually why she vomits).

Sean got home and said he didn't feel well, and went straight to bed. Alice and I ate dinner. Well, I did. She had a few bites here and there. I gave her a bath and got her to bed.

A few hours later, Sean started vomiting. He was so loud, he woke Alice up. So I got both of them settled back down. Same thing an hour or so later. About 3 am, I finally was to get to sleep. A little over an hour later, Alice threw up all over the bed. I got everyone up, cleaned up, changed sheets, and back in bed.

A little bit later, she woke up and threw up again. So I took her in the bathroom. She threw up a few more times. I got her cleaned up, new jammies, new sheets on the bed, and everyone back in bed. This time we put towels down in case she threw up again. I threw the sheets, jammies, and stuffed animals in the laundry.

I finally got to sleep after 6. Luckily, I was able to sleep a few hours. I still haven't gotten sick, but I keep feeling waves of queasiness. My dad, who came over Sunday for dinner, got really sick yesterday too.

So I know I'm not out of the woods yet, but I'm hoping and praying I don't get this. I can't imagine being this pregnant and that violently ill!