Whew! Yesterday is over!
Thank you to the people that prayed for my dad–his surgery went fine and he is doing pretty good. Tomorrow he even has a job interview! I talked to my mom almost all day yesterday while she waited around at the hospital. It was one of those days that I wished we lived closer. A lot closer. I know I’m supposed to be a big girl now, but I miss my mommy and daddy.
My doctor’s appointment went just dandy. My bee-sting is looking not-so-infectious, my head cold is going away, and the baby is growing just like it ought to, despite the weight loss, which, I think due mostly to Thanksgiving, has started to slow down a little. That, and it’s so freaking cold I can’t bear to go for my daily walk around the neighborhood. Anyway, I get to schedule THE ultrasound in about 3 weeks–and yes, I’ve officially cracked as far as not wanting to find out the baby’s sex. I sooooo want to know. It’s killing me–the fact that in 3 weeks I could start calling the baby a "he" or a "she". I could start psyching Mia up for her new brother or sister. And most importantly, I could start shopping! I’ve got to talk Caleb out of "waiting"…but I think maybe he’s close to the breaking point, so only a little push should take care of him. Hmmm…What other part of our alleged "plans" can I destroy?
Since my meeting with the dietician, I’ve gotten into the obsessive/compulsive habit of adding up my "food groups" at the end of the day. Did I get in enough calcium? How many starches did I eat? Can I count pineapple-coconut ice-cream as a fruit? And is it absolutely mandatory that I have 2 servings of vegetables a day? It’s become sort of a game for me…and a somewhat enjoyable game at that. I know I pretty much sound like a nerd right now. Deal with it. I’ll be back to my normal chocolate-inhaling, coke-and-beer-guzzling self after I have the baby.
I managed to pass my nasty cold along to poor Mia, who hasn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a time in the past 2 nights. She can’t breathe through her nose, and apparently breathing through her mouth is too radical a thought to comprehend. She’s so miserable. I’ve tricked her into thinking Benadryl’s Chewables are little purple candies, so keeping her medicated has been fairly easy. I can’t wait for this thing to be over.
And so as we are both not feeling quite up-to-snuff, today is going to be another indoor, pajama, blankets, and hot cocoa day for us. You guys enjoy the rest of your week.