It's been a rough week for Ian and the kids. Monday I had Sam and Jules home with me because they were sick. Tuesday Sam went to school but Jules stayed home again. Wednesday both kids went to school but Ian was home sick. Thursday everyone was back to school/work and I was wiped out. Not sick, just tired and sore. No big deal. Ian was home on Friday sick and even today, Sunday, he isn't 100%. Both kids missed their soccer games this weekend too. Hopefully they are on the mend.
Wednesday I joined in with the Ladies Coffee Hour. I think that's what it's called. I met a couple of new people but I don't think it's for me which is a shame. I might give it another go this Wednesday, we'll see.
Friday I saw my doctor for my regular checkup. I have one last 3 week appointment then I go every two weeks. Wow. All my symptoms (read: complaints) are perfectly normal and are always more pronounced with each pregnancy. Jordan's heartbeat sounded strong and healthy and he was pleased when I reported lots of daily and steady movement. She's been on the go all week and there isn't a position I can get into that settles her. I just need to wait her out I guess. I've lost another pound which is good, but I am boarderline for Gestational Diabetes. Sigh. Anything over 7.9 is GD and I am 7.5. He told me to cut way back on my fruit intake. Probably the only time a doctor will ever tell me that LOL. My blood pressure was through the roof and raised his eyebrows. He wasn't pleased to hear I had a headache as well. Looks like pre-eclampsia might be in my future again. He didn't put me on bedrest because I told him I spend most of my life lying down anyway.
Yesterday was my birthday. 37 years old. I hate getting older. Not so much that *I* am getting older, but that those I love around me are getting older too. Like my mom. Ian and the kids brought me breakfast in bed and I pretty much spent the day laying in bed alternating between watching Season 3 of LOST, reading and napping. I was given lovely gifts and received lots of birthday wishes. We ordered dinner in and watched a movie together. I love my family.
Today I skipped church. Ian and the kids are still sick as I mentioned, and I just couldn't deal with sitting with 200+ people when I get hot so easily, then being pawed by half the women afterwards. They mean well and they are excited for me which is so nice, but sometimes I just want to wear a "hands off" sign.
I have a lot I need to accomplish tomorrow. I just hope I have the energy for it. I still have 9 1/2 weeks to go - I can't let things slip now. We need to clear out a section of our bedroom to set up Jordan's crib and I need to go through what we have saved and what we need. Hard to believe that my due date is in 65 days. I can't wait to meet her and I continue to pray that she is healthy and strong and is born safely. Sam and Julie are SO excited about her coming. I can't wait to see how she fits in with us four crazy people. She is getting the best big brother and big sister in the entire world and is being born into a family with so much love to give.
I am excited too!
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