April 26, 2012

We are having a....

First of all, I'm happy to report that we actually had an ultrasound today. Which was a miracle in itself given that scheduling had my appointment set for March instead of April. Seriously. Not my fault, but theirs.

My appointment was supposed to have been at 1:00 but I was instead given the time of, "Sometime between 2:00 and 5:00." Fabulous. Anyway, I was thrilled to hear my name called around 2:15.

Most importantly, baby is healthy. Hooray for baby!

Mommy, on the other hand has been diagnosed with Placenta Previa. They aren't too concerned yet but we'll have to go back for another ultrasound in about a month to check the situation out again. If it hasn't corrected itself then I'll have some restrictions placed on me and we'll schedule an early (37 weeks) C-section.

After the ultrasound I did something really stupid...I went back to my office and read up on Placenta Previa. And now, I'm terrified of it. The doctor made everything sound like it wasn't a big deal but the Internet, which I'm sure is 100% accurate all of the time, is telling me that I should be worried. So, of course, I am.

So, right now, we wait. And I use this as an excuse to let my house go to the cats and my yard to the chickens (and cats and anything else that meanders through).

And....

Oh yeah...

We are having...

A
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Boy!

I'm so excited...

Oh my goodness....

I'm going to pee my pants.

There are two logical explanations as to why this might happen:

1. I'm pregnant.

2. Today we're going to (hopefully) find out what we're having and the anticipation and excitement of finding out is enough to make me wet myself.

Here's to hoping for a (only one, and not more than that) healthy baby...no matter what is it!

April 17, 2012

This is not a blissful pregnancy blog...

For some reason I really thought that during this pregnancy my blog would magically turn from a tired mommy blog into a blissful pregnancy blog, complete with regular postings about how wonderful I'm feeling and how excited I am to finally meet this little one.

Not quite.

It's hard to find time to write when you're exhausted.
It's hard to feel inspired when you're losing sight of your feet.
It's hard to remember to write when you have pregnancy brain.
It's hard to not barf when your office is next to the microwave.
It's hard to breathe when your lungs are squished into your back.
It's hard to..wait...I seem to be getting off track.

I believe you see where I'm going with this. I miss my blog and my love of writing but honestly, I would just rather take a nap right now.

I hope that's okay.

April 6, 2012

Jerry giraffe...

Rachel's best friend is a stuffed giraffe named Jerry. For about a year now those two have gone everywhere together. He doesn't leave her side, even in professional family photos, and she sees to it that he is fed and well cared for. Jerry doesn't have to worry about getting cold or tired or sick because Rachel has all of those bases covered for him. It really is quite touching to see her with her Jerry.



And a little bit frightening.

Jerry is old and has begun to show his age. He lost his little yellow bow several months ago and most of his spots are missing. A few weeks ago he underwent antler-repair surgery and just the other day I noticed a small hole forming in his neck... which sent me into panic mode. What will we do if something happens to our beloved Jerry?!

Panic eventually gave way to insanity and I did something that, I'm sure, secured my reservation in the Nut-Job Parents Hall of Fame. I searched for a back-up Jerry. And, when I couldn't find one I contacted the company...only to find that Jerry is no longer in production. But, have no fear! The company contacted their "help this crazy lady" department who immediately took to the streets in search of a new Jerry. And, I'm happy to report that New Jerry is currently stuffed into a FedEx box with our address on it.

I figure that with Rachel going through potty training, moving to a big girl bed, and dealing with the "trauma" of giving up her only-child status, now is really not the time to lose her best friend.

But, let's be honest. I did this mostly for my own sanity. And I'm perfectly okay admitting that I am not ashamed of my actions. Not even a little bit.