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| Eventually I WILL get Martin's birth story posted, but it's still in rough form (it's really, really long, lol) and I don't want to post the entire thing anyway, so I need to trim & select what's going to go up.
Anyway.
I've been reading C.S. Lewis's Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life, and as always, I am so tickled by his impeccable writing. He's the first author I have appreciated not only because of what he said, but how he said it. The following is a couple paragraphs describing his fear of insects. I can identify.
( Devilish )
All right. Insect fears aside, can I tell you how much I hate chipmunks? They're in our house--fighting, eating our food, running around--the stupid jerks have no fear. We've finally got a have-a-heart trap set up, but although I've seen them running around the house at least once or twice since getting it out, no luck yet. Grr. I really wish Jer wasn't allergic to cats; that would show them.
Aw, Marty just cried the most pathetic cry and looks absolutely agonized. I better see what's up. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| | Subject: | Hoo boy | | Time: | 10:43 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/yellow/achy_sy.gif) nervous |
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| OK, so it looks like I'm having a c-section this afternoon. :O
I don't feel like getting into all the details right now but basically the c-section itself is just being ordered because the baby is so big. So, it's not really an emergency situation or anything, but several factors have come together to make today the best day for it. Basically, in order to have the safer situation that I want (doctors present, etc.) and for the doctor to feel comfortable with the birth, today is the day, and a c-section is the way. Wow, what a corny rhyme.
The big snag in the plans was that, of course, Jer left yesterday for the wilderness. He miraculously got through on their satellite phone so he knew it was happening today, and he got in touch with the state pilots and he just might make it here in time! The OR was was trying to be accommodating, and I'm glad they were. Hopefully, Jer will be home in about two hours, I will call the hospital, and we will get the ball rolling.
The plan is a happy, healthy boy and mommy by the end of the day, and an exhausted but happy daddy as well.
And, of course, a terrifying surgery that I'm scared of, lol. And I can't eat or drink before then, and I probably can't sleep either because now when I lay down I get this big pain in my left side (probably gas, ew) that keeps me awake. I guess it's just time for this little guy to come out.
I must say that, selfishly, I am quite excited about the prospect of not being pregnant anymore. For some reason, after yesterday's appointment I could hardly walk anywhere; that combined with the pain in my side has made things even more unpleasant than they have been, and they certainly weren't peachy then. Ugh.
ETA: Jer may not make it now; I called the hospital and was told to come in at three; I think the section will be one to two hours after that. There's still a slim chance that Jer will make it, but I'm not sure how that would happen right now. What a craptacular day. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Yesterday I went in and measured 42 weeks pregnant, despite being at 38/39 weeks. Still 3 cm dilated, but now 90% effaced. The midwife said I should come in for an ultrasound the next day.
Sooo, today we did that. Apparently this "little" guy is ten pounds, according to the computer. Give or take a pound. Take, please, lol. At any rate, the ultrasound tech recommended that, since we weren't scheduled to see a doctor afterward today, we should try to get next week's appointment bumped up to a sooner date. Surprisingly, they were able to get me one with a doctor on Tuesday, rather than Friday. So I suppose next week there will be discussions of inductions, possibly, but not until then. More waiting, but I guess that's all right--I really wanted to go to Tim's party, and now hopefully I will be able to. Also, I didn't want to go Memorial Day weekend; that just seems like asking for something to go wrong, it's so hectic. Of course, this is all assuming I just don't go on my own in the next few days.
That's all I've got for now. We went to Price Chopper after the ultrasound and I am exhausted. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Ugh | | Time: | 09:54 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/yellow/sleepy_sy.gif) tired |
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| Well, had a false alarm last night. A several-hours-long false alarm that left me really exhausted.
It started when Mary finished her nap on me. Well, had the majority of it on me. When that happens, she usually sprawls over my stomach and shoulder (because where else is she going to go) and that often touches off contractions. Well, that happened, only they were like 3-4 minutes apart for about an hour. Just when it was starting to get really uncomfortable, Jer came home and I handed her to him. I figured they'd stop once she was off me; they didn't, so I figured I'd do some walking to either make them stronger or go away entirely.
Eventually they went to about 2-3 minutes, and the contractions were getting stronger. Not terribly painful, but they were there. So, I figured I better call the OB and find out whether they wanted to check things out. The midwife I spoke to left it up to me. *sigh* Really? Up to me? I'm the qualified person to make this call? So I decided we'd better go in, because even though these weren't awful contractions, I'd been having them regularly for two hours by then and they were starting to get quite uncomfortable.
Long story short, we're at the hospital, I'm walking my butt off all over the maternity ward, and although the contractions continued and got a bit more intense, that was all that happened. They sent me home to either do some laboring there, or wait for things to calm down. The latter occurred, and I don't believe a baby is imminent right now (actually, I didn't last night either, but I didn't want to make the wrong decision in that vein). In fact, I told Jer he ought to take the helicopter out to Brooktrout Lake today (for the day only) because I just don't think I'm going back to the hospital right away. Let's hope I'm right about that, lol.
Soooo, as of last night I was 3 cm dilated and 80% effaced, which is progress from before but not really a ton. Of course that could change quickly, I suppose, but it didn't last night so I'm going to relax today because I'm ridiculously sore from the amount of walking I did last night. I could really feel every extra pound I've gained (which is a LOT, by the way) with every step I took. Talk about laborious, lol. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | "Airbag," Radiohead | | Subject: | Tired | | Time: | 09:09 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/yellow/singing_sy.gif) chipper |
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| Despite a two-hour nap this afternoon, I am still bushed. I'm kind of really wanting my body back--it's so hard to bend over, pick stuff up, walk ... you know, crazy things that mothers of toddlers hardly ever do. *sigh* But I'll try not to complain too much.
Last night my Bible study group took our leader out to Olive Garden--it was heavenly. Totally cleaned my plate. It was portobello raviolis and they were wonderful. Sure, my super-squashed stomach was screaming at me about an hour later, but I told it to hush and appreciate the treat.
I just backed up my computer (I think) to our portable hard drive because Jer and his parents gave me a new (to me, lol) laptop for Mother's Day! I'm sooo grateful because my battery doesn't hold a charge anymore, the whole thing is terribly slow, parts of it are cracked and broken ... I mean, I could've managed, and I have been, but it's really nice of them to do. I use my computer all the time anyway, and with a year of nursing staring me in the face, I'll probably be wanting to use it even more. Poor Mary and her upcoming neglect, lol.
Speaking of Mother's Day, I had a great one. I've been feeling this real confusing mix of exhausted and super restless, so on Sunday we went to Mass (since Mom couldn't make it to church and I didn't really feel like going alone); met up with Mom, Dan, and Mom's family in Schenectady to see Grandma and have a little party for Dan (it was his birthday!); went over to Albany for dinner at Jer's brother's house; and then visited his grandmother until she was too tired to visit anymore. So, we got to see all our moms and grandmothers on Mother's Day! It's almost too bad I didn't have the baby, though--Dan was the first-born boy, born May 10 on Mother's Day, and that would have been too weird/perfect if our first-born boy followed that same specific path, lol.
Speaking of which, I am officially full-term! Not another preemie this time, woo hoo! I was hoping to avoid having him put on all those lists (some conditions get your kid put on county/state health lists, etc. because the baby is eligible for special services--it's a good thing, but it's all too fresh for me to want to repeat it so soon). Not so woo-hoo is the fact that I belatedly realized that my "little" boy measured over six pounds--over a month ago. So, he's been growing since. I mean, that's obvious, but for some reason the reality of it hadn't hit until the other day. He's quite possibly well into eight pounds by now. Ouchies.
Guess that's all for now. Just the usual pregnancy/etc. ramblings from me! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Anybody know that Marcy Playground song?
Well, now I feel less like labor is imminent than before, so who knows? They didn't do an exam on Thursday, so I'm just continuing on my merry way through the end of pregnancy. Ugh. But I have done a lot this week, so I'm kinda glad he hasn'tmade an appearance yet. Also, hopefully we'll get past the whole preemie thing, so he won't have that label on him. By my date, I'm 37 weeks today (and thus full-term); I have to wait till Tuesday to make 37 weeks with their date. I think I'll make it now; it's funny how that one week it felt like labor could happen within hours at any given time, but now I just feel preggers.
I've almost finished the huge clothing project I'm doing at Mom's, which took A LOT of work and really tired me out yesterday. But it's going to be such a huge load off my mind, not to mention a lot of clothes out of Tim's room, lol. Also, off the porch, so that the porch can actually be used now--or soon, at least. So far I have four--FOUR--huge garbage bags full of baby clothes to give away. I mean, I've only got a 2-year-old right now! That's so many clothes it's almost hard for me to fathom, especially since I grew up hearing how little my mom had for us (although she always presented it matter-of-factly, not in a woe-is-me way).
Jer also dug out the little co-sleeper crib, so the little guy will have a place to sleep. I've got his clothes washed, folded, and put in a couple drawers; the nursing pillow is clean, some other things have been taken down, and I'm going to con Jer into putting together the swing some time soon. I've mailed in my pre-admission papers to the hospital (believe it or not, lol), I'm trying like heck to keep the house clean but not doing a stellar job, and I'm trying to check off some last-minute stuff to put in my and the baby's hospital bags. It's so weird being able to do all this stuff, since I couldn't really with Mary. It's exciting, but at the same time adds to my overall impatience to meet the baby.
I'm definitely rambling so I'm going to stop now. Maybe play with my kid or something, ha ha. She just had a toy plate in a toy pan, put the lid on top of the plate, moved the pan around like she was cooking, and shook a toy ketchup bottle over it. I was then served my plate. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | *snore* | | Time: | 11:58 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/yellow/exhausted_sy.gif) exhausted |
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| I had about the worst night of sleep I have had in years last night. It may have been going to bed really early; it may have been the tea I had right before bed; more likely, it was the monster child I'm carrying in my abdomen, combined with the *angel* child who was clinging to me most of the night. *sigh* I was so incredibly uncomfortable, and toward the morning my hips were just killing me, enough to make me whimper, lol. I mean, around 3 or so in the morning I was annoyed because I was going to have to keep trying to sleep for several more hours, and I woke up about four or five times between 7 and 8 am. Maybe I'll get to doze during Mary's nap this afternoon. Here's hoping!
Along the lines of me complaining about pregnancy-related things, yesterday I had something very embarrassing happen to me. Dan and I went to church, and on the way back stopped at Wal-Mart to pick up some stuff. Toward the end of the end of the trip (and the back of the store) something happened to my hip/sciatic nerve and I just couldn't walk. I was leaning full on the cart, and the act of lifting, moving forward, and landing on my right hip just wasn't working, and hurt REALLY bad. I was super embarrassed, because I knew I was fine, and I knew the baby was fine, but I just couldn't move myself without it being obvious that something was wrong. And I knew it would alarm lots of people to see a woman as pregnant as myself stumbling along the store with what was probably a beet-red embarrassed face. Thankfully, I was able to stand on it just fine so I sent Dan on to get the rest of the stuff for me. Despite the weird attention I received JUST STANDING THERE (gotta love Wal-Mart), I was fine and by some miracle things had resolved themselves by the time Dan returned and I could walk just fine. How annoying, though.
In better news, we were invited up to Bolton to have a turkey dinner with Jer's aunt & uncle last night and it was super delicious. They gave us a ton of leftovers, too. Also, Mary & I are going to meet Dan at Panera shortly, so hopefully we can put a stop to these weird whining fests she's having right now. (She didn't sleep so well, either.) | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Whoa baby | | Time: | 01:43 pm | | Current Mood: | drowzy |
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| I had an ultrasound yesterday--everything looked good, but this kid is big. Looking briefly online, the average 33-week old baby weighs 4.4 pounds. This kid apparently weighs 6 pounds 1 oz, according to the computer. The doctor measured my uterus (a technique that certainly has its flaws, but by and large can give you an idea of where you are at compared to where you're "supposed" to be) and it's big enough for 37 weeks of pregnancy. Holy moly, this is going to hurt, lol. It makes me feel a lot better about having so much trouble moving around lately, though--it's getting so hard to bend over and pick things up, which is something I feel like I'm doing CONSTANTLY, that I was wondering how big of a wimp I was going to become over the next seven weeks.
We were also able to get one of those 4D shots of his face, and he's so cute, all mushy-faced! Mom said he looks like he's two, lol. Hopefully soon I'll get around to digitizing it somehow and posting it--somewhere, ha ha.
We had a little party for Mary last night with Helen, Michael, Mel, and their kids. It was a really fun time. I think Jer may have been the star of the party--the kids were hanging all over him, bringing him books and toys, and were generally just thrilled with him. Once Mary warmed up to everything, she started yelling and bobbing around the house like the other kids, which was pretty great to see.
Guess I'm going to get going for now. Find something delectable to snack on, hee hee. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I woke up to flurries this morning; how odd. And my main response was to be ticked because it means that Mary probably won't be playing outside during group today, which means she'll probably be a real grump. Oh, and she went to bed at QUARTER TO ONE last night, so I'll likely have to wake her up. *sigh* This child, lol.
My weekend was freaking awesome. Although it started shakily with Mary being diagnosed with an ear infection on her birthday, poor girl, she was pretty much fine overall. Jer and I had cleaned up the house and its immediate environs to have a family party for Mary (grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc.) on Saturday. I can't believe she's two--ach. Jer made a bunch of cheeseburgers and hot dogs, and because we actually had everything ready about an hour before start time, and Mary was oddly taking a nap at a very convenient time, Jer was bored and whipped up two huge batches of home fries. We ordered a pretty rainbow cake for her (she really likes rainbows right now and can sign them quite dramatically and with a huge smile) and had probably close to fifteen people over. It was a lot of fun--Mary enjoyed having her Grammy's (my mother-in-law's) cheeseburger and then her own hot dog more than the cake though, lol.
On Sunday, Jer's family threw me a baby shower, since they were unable to for Mary due to the circumstances of that pregnancy and the immediate aftermath. It was in Albany at my sister-in-law's apartment on Lark Street, and was a lot of fun. They, of course, had wonderful piles of snack food (my mother-in-law invested in a chocolate fountain somewhere along the line, lol, and it always makes appearances at these types of functions) and my mom & grandma were able to come as well, so it was great. It was strange, though, having a shower for a baby that no one's met yet, and that only a couple people know the name of. *smirk*
Yesterday was Mary's 2-year appointment. It went really well; she's in the tenth percentile for height, tenth to fifteenth for weight, and fiftieth to seventy-fifth for head circumference, ha ha. The head thing made me nervous but they assured me that that's about where she's been all along. So, now I feel justified that I have been insisting to all of those who try to tell me how tall Mary is that no, she is not long or tall for her age; she is, in fact, short. (We get that a lot for some reason.) I imagine her baby brother will surpass her after a relatively short amount of time; I can only imagine how that will tick her off, lol.
Ugh, I should probably start making noise to see if that wakes her up. I really, really hate to wake a sleeping baby--it just seems like there's something inherently wrong with that. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I watched some weird cartoon that was supposedly banned by the Mormon church that talks about--well, apparently, Mormon craziness. It was on YouTube. Sorry--I'm too tired to get a link. But it was really weird, and it hit home that I really don't know much about Mormon ideology because I had no idea how legit it was.
Yesterday I made yogurt in a yogurt maker I received as a Christmas present. It actually turned out great, and I was really surprised. Now I have to experiment and get it to taste less like plain yogurt (which is fine with me but not with Mary) and more like delicious fruitiness so that Mary will eat it.
Also yesterday, Mary went to "school" but took it a bit harder than last week. There was more crying and clinginess--she's really used to interacting one-on-one with everyone, and it's a real adjustment for her to have to be a part of a group. Anyway, she started crying once she saw that I was getting ready to leave her and all the little boys came and crowded around, and one of them gave her a book to make her feel better. *weep* It was so cute. Wonder how it will go tomorrow.
I don't really have much to say and I better skedaddle to bed. Mary fell asleep at eleven tonight (which, believe it or not, is kind of early for her lately) so I ought to jump at the chance to get in bed much sooner than I expected to. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Forgot | | Time: | 03:14 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/yellow/happy_sy.gif) excited |
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| | Big congrats to Crissy and Louis! That was one of the neatest (and most unexpected) texts I think I've ever received. *hugs* If you need any advice or would like any help (such as I can provide, lol) I'd be happy to oblige. ^_^ | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Wow | | Time: | 03:03 pm | | Current Mood: | elated and relieved |
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| What a day! But first I must say that I just heard my first Cadbury's Egg commercial and have been seized with the urge to eat about twenty creme eggs.
Mary started her speech group today! They're so cute. It's a mix of speech kids and the day-care's regular two-year-old class. As soon as she saw the gate into the room, she started a low wailing (it's similar to the nursery at church, so she knew she was going to be left by Mommy). About four little boys came marching out and gathered in a line in front of her, thrilled to check out the new kid. Turns out there are several boys, but only one other girl, lol. First she went outside (during which I watched creepily from the window of an unoccupied room), then they sang a few songs inside, heard a story, and had a small lunch. We had to leave a little early so Mary could make PT. Whenever I saw her (I snuck looks in here and there) she was doing great and I was so proud of her.
Predictably, today was not a day when the physical therapist was late to the house; she had been waiting about ten minutes by the time we got back from group. Sheesh. But she was great; she knew it was Mary's first day at group, and gave her a full session even though we were the ones who were late. Then Mary had some linguini (or "spaghetti," lol) and I had her cleaned up just in time for individual speech therapy. She got a bit cranky during PT, but did great for speech (not unusual under normal circumstances). I changed her diaper, cuddled her, and she was down for her nap by 2.
All in all, things went--incredibly well. I'm still kind of in disbelief. I'm so excited about this group; I think it will be great for her. She'll have a place to go that doesn't involve just me, lots of little friends, and some great socialization--all in time to get used to it before baby brother arrives and destroys her world, lol. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| So Tim inspired me to try and post more often. I realize that in my busy/weird new life I don't communicate as much as I should, and this is at least one way to remedy that.
It's weird being pregnant and having a toddler. It's great, though, having her knock on my belly like he can come out and talk to her. Also, if we ask her where baby brother is, she points to my belly. Sometimes kind of hard, lol, and baby brother kicks back. She's going to be so ticked, though, once he's born--she's so used to having us (especially me) all to herself that she's not going to be happy at first. I definitely think she'll be a great big sister (eventually--she's pretty little still!).
I'm going to be 29 (out of 40, ideally) weeks pregnant tomorrow; this is the day (pregnancy-wise, not calendar-wise) that I was put on bed rest with Mary. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't on my mind a few times every day these past couple weeks; I've been very scared thinking about how to handle taking bed rest seriously and taking good care of Mary. I pray about it, and try not to think/worry about it; there's really not much else I can do. At any rate, if I'm put on bed rest now, chances are I wouldn't have to be down much longer than I was with Mary, and that in itself is a huge relief.
Mary is still doing physical, speech, and occupational therapy each twice a week (so, six sessions at home). We've just added a speech group, which I'm really excited about. She'll be going to an integrated speech/day care group for two hours a week; they'll play, sing, and have a snack or something. The snack is at the end, which is good, because we'll probably have to cut out 5-10 minutes early to make her other therapies of the day. It will be quite an adjustment, so I hope we get through it ok.
Guess I'll leave it at that for now. Except for a cutie story: Mary fussed last night in her sleep and woke up a little bit; I turned over to give her a hug, she smiled at me sleepily, and then pushed my face toward her with her hand to give me a kiss. *swoon* I love stuff like that. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Hooookay | | Time: | 01:26 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/yellow/confused_sy.gif) confused |
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| The PA I saw this morning said my test results indicate that I have HYPER-, rather than HYPOthyroidism. All right. He said it looked like a mild case (or whatever you call it in this situation) and might even be related to the pregnancy. He suggested starting meds, and I gently suggested I see an endocrinologist first, which he was definitely all for. I think he was a bit unsure as to how to treat a pregnant lady with thyroid problems. *sigh* So now I'm just waiting to hear from the endo's office regarding when my appointment will be. This is definitely a crappy week for scheduling appointments, that's for sure.
Hopefully there I can get a few more concrete answers then, or at least start working toward them.
Also, there's snow, slush, ice, and rain all over the place outside. I would blame you, Tim, since you're traveling tomorrow, but I'm probably the more likely culprit, since I had to truck it up to Chester this morning.
So that's that for now! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | *sigh* | | Time: | 06:28 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/yellow/angry_sy.gif) aggravated |
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| I had my 13-week checkup (can you believe I'm already that far along? I mean, 20 weeks is halfway there!!) today. Although it's routine, the main point of it was to go over tests, listen for the baby's heartbeat, and determine the next steps in monitoring/testing this little one. I officially declined the amniocentesis, opting instead for the level II ultrasound (to be done at 20 weeks or so) and a fetal echocardiogram (to be done shortly after that, at Mary's cardiologist's office, oddly enough).
Unfortunately, it turns out I have a thyroid problem. Yeah. A freaking thyroid problem. The midwife said the tests indicated I may have an underactive thyroid, or hypothyroidism. I don't know why, or for how long I've had it, or whether it's something that I'll have to treat for the rest of my life. *sigh* It was discovered because I reported that one of my pregnancy symptoms seems to be heart palpitations, sometimes frequent, and I was nervous about it (duh). They, unlike my previous practice, actually took me seriously and tested for a thyroid problem, to be followed by a cardiac consult if those results were normal. Well, looks like we don't have to go the cardiac route, which I suppose is good news.
So, anyway, the first time hearing the baby's heartbeat was annoyingly overshadowed by the news that I may need medication to manage a lifelong condition, delivered to me in a rather chipper manner (she was quite proud of herself for having diagnosed this condition for me); but make no mistake, it was as usual one of the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard.
I'm going to another doctor's office tomorrow to go over this stuff more. Hopefully, I'll get a referral to an endocrinologist. If so, Mary will have an endo for her hypoparathyroidism, and I'll have one for my hypothyroidism. Yeesh. And we'll both be going to the cardiologist for echocardiograms, lol.
I mean, you have to laugh, right? Isn't that better than the alternative? | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Well, turns out that the kid everyone was terrified of making sick is the one that usually ends up making the rest of us sick, lol. This has happened a few times, but it hasn't been quite so apparent as with this latest illness. I don't know how she picked it up; her cousins were up over the weekend, so it could have been from them; it could be from the church nursery; who knows. Not really important. What is important is the trail of carnage she's left behind: me, Mom, Jer, and now Dan. She's got us all. Starts with a sore throat, progresses into general ickness that makes you want to curl up in bed and cry, then stuffiness, and now stuffiness mixed with ick but generally a little better.
On another note, I realize I've been quite remiss in spreading the word on Mary's leg brace. She got it about three weeks ago; it's light lavender with a couple butterflies on it; and it works great. She loves walking on it, but the only problem is that we have to have the energy to walk her, and it just hasn't been there on my part. I mean, I walk her every day at least once for a while, but she could use a lot more, and she'd probably enjoy it. I'm working on that. *sigh*
Also, the vacation I took was awesome! Mary and I stayed at my cousin's house for a couple days and that was great. I've never been there, and she said that we were the first non-immediate family to stay over, so she was pretty excited too. The kids got along pretty well, except that she's got a freaking gymnast of a son who's six months YOUNGER than Mary and bouncing and rolling and crawling all over the place, and Mary just didn't know what to do about him, lol. After staying with them we went with Mom and Dan up to Maine, and that was just wonderful. We stayed in the hotel that we try to always get when we are there and were able to get a suite that looked right out on the ocean. So, I could read and drink tea and just listen to the sea. Mary loved it, too--she cried when I took her feet out of the water because I was afraid she'd get hypothermia. She also waved goodbye to the ocean when it was time to go inside. Super cute.
This weekend is THE garage sale in Warrensburg. I'm going to sell some stuff at Dad's; I found a surprising amount in our house. Not a ton, for sure, but it's little things that don't have any place to sit and I'm tired of having them around. So, hopefully I'll be making a little bit of moolah this weekend.
Well, Mary is having a bit of a meltdown so I guess I better go. | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
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