Long, Long Night

An exerpt from an email to friends:

"Joey developed a fever last night before bed out of the blue.  I'm a bad mom and don't actually check their temps unless they're so hot they scare me.  Even then I'll hurry and put them in the bathtub and give them meds to help bring it down and completely forget to check.  So I have no idea how hot he was last night but while he was hot he wasn't burning.  So I gave him the last of the Ibuprofen while Daddy held him and he immediately threw up.  So that probably didn't do any good.  I went ahead and put him to bed anyway hoping it was just because he was teething.

1am: he woke up so I gave him a bottle and went back to bed.

2am: he woke up and didn't want the rest of the bottle that he hadn't finished.  I felt his forehead and he was pretty hot.  I took him to our bed where he stopped crying magically and Daddy watched him while I ran to Walgreens in the middle of the night to get some more Ibuprofen.

2:45am: Finally get home and he's laying in our bed happily so I give him some medicine.

2:46am: Jimmy wakes up – like really wakes up and laying next to his bed wasn't working to get him to go back to sleep.

3:00am: Took Joey back to his bed since he seemed to feel a little better and put Jimmy in bed with me.

3:15am: Joey starts fussing.  He doesn't want the bottle.  He doesn't want a pacifier.  He's not really that hot anymore.  So I set him up and he pukes.

3:20am: I take only the puke affected clothes off and take him into the living room and lay on the couch with him hoping he'll go to sleep.

4:00am: He's finally asleep after tons of jiggling and patting.  I lay him in his bed.

4:05am: It actually feels good to curl up with Jimmy and try to sleep.

4:07am: Joey's hungry.

4:12am: He dropped the bottle and I have to go give it back to him and now he doesn't want it.  I stand there and pat him and try to get him to take the pacifier.  He finally drifts off.  I turn off my alarm.

4:45am: Jimmy starts kicking and being annoying.

5:00am: Joey wakes up and is pissed.  Nothing works.  So I turn the tv in their room on, let him get distracted with that.   Then set him in his bed with a few toys and hope he doesn't notice when I go back to bed.  It works for 15 minutes.  Repeat 3 times.

5:45am: Joey is finally out for a little while and Jimmy is alternating snuggling up to me and kicking me and Daddy.

7:00am: I managed to get a little sleep between kicks.

I'm so tired!"

Long Time No See

 

Tomorrow is officially the halfway mark in this pregnancy with Bonus Baby.  20 weeks pregnant…again.  For the third time.  Wow!  I don't know about you but it's hard to believe sometimes.

The internet at work situation just plain sucks.  Sorry for being so crude but it's the truth.  It has nothing to do with the quality of it – more so that we're being monitored and not allowed to use it pretty much at all.  It really puts a crimp in my style.  Crimping was only cool in the '80's.

So that's why you haven't seen me much lately.  I have a little to catch you up on with this pregnancy but nothing really earth shattering.

18 Week Appointment

The 18 week appointment was less than stellar to say the least.  For starters it was way too short, I didn't get an ultrasound and my blood pressure was up.  On the plus side I only gained something like 3.5 – 4 lbs.

My BP was 146/90 at 18 weeks.  It didn't get that high until the third trimester with Joey.  So that was a little concerning to me too.  We saw the midwife for a total of maybe 5-10 minutes and she basically said my BP was high and she wanted to schedule me to see an OB after my anatomy scan. She said more than likely he'd put me on blood pressure meds and that would help with the need for bed rest and an induction.  Nothing like driving 2.5 hours each way to see your health care provider for 5 minutes.

So we scheduled the anatomy scan and OB appointment for the 15^th (this Friday) and now I'm having to reschedule it because of other scheduling conflicts.  But now we're looking at the 20^th so that's only 5 more days.

Reasons It Could Be A Girl

-           My uterus seems significantly smaller this time than with either Jimmy or Joey.

o   I wore non-maternity jeans yesterday that I zipped and buttoned and was comfortable in – besides the unfortunate muffin top effect.  I couldn't wear those pants past 15 weeks with either Jimmy or Joey.

§  I wish I had taken a picture but if you had seen me in those jeans and that oversized t-shirt you would have thought I had a nice spare tire working but would have never guessed I was pregnant and especially not 5 months pregnant!

    

-          A small uterus may not mean anything other than the baby is small right now but it's DIFFERENT from the other two times.

-          I've had MINOR acne.  Didn't have any with the other two.

-          At least 4 people are certain it's a girl this time.  Most of them said Boy last time.  Different!

-          My belly is wider this time.  LOL  Only because I still have baby fat left over from Jimmy AND Joey but no one needs to know that.

-          Mercedes says it's a girl and that's probably all the proof I need considering how much she doesn't want it to be a girl.

Is that it?

Yeah, I think that's it for now.  Except that I checked my BP at home on Saturday and it was 114/71.  Makes me wonder if I get so anxious about my BP reading at the Dr that it makes my BP go up.  I'm keeping a log though so I'll show it to the OB and we'll see what he says.  I'm actually looking forward to the possibility of BP meds and maybe being able to go into labor on my own.  I'd rather avoid an induction at the hospital if at all possible.

It Was So Sweet I Didn't Even Notice

Have you ever noticed how some things sound so sweet and precious and when they happen to you, around or with you sometimes you don't even recognize that it's sweet and precious until afterwards…or maybe never?

I've been crashing for the night around 8:30 or 9.  I just can't go anymore.  My brain shuts down and my body feels heavy and I have to get in bed or I'll fall asleep wherever I am.  I haven't even been putting the babies to bed much the last week or two.  I've literally slept in my clothes the last two nights and both nights Jimmy has come and gotten in bed with me, mostly to play, while I struggle to keep my eyes open enough to make sure he doesn't fall off the bed, jump on me or get into something he's not supposed to.  By the time Daddy comes to get him to put him in bed I'm barely aware of what my name is and where I am much less where Jimmy is and what he's doing.

Last night he ran to his room, got his new "counting" book and came and got in bed with me so we could read it.  He laid down next to me and got all comfortable and we read it together.  Then he snuggled down in the covers and read it to himself.  Then he moved around, bumped my belly, then had to pull the covers down, pull my shirt up and kiss my belly and then said "okay" and covered me back up again.  Then snuggled back down again with his book.

Does that not sound like the most precious thing you've ever heard?  It is but while it was happening all that was going through my head was "…dos…cinco…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….caballos….Tres…zzzzzzzzzzzz".  It wasn't until this morning when I was thinking about it did I realize how sweet it actually was.

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