Today was fun. I was rearranging some cabinets to get another slow cooker put away when the room started to rock. I assumed it was me and my in-utero gymnast so I got down from the step ladder. As if on cue, Peter sent up "I have to go potty mommy" so I raced to the bathroom where I settled down with my kindle (only because I'm now addicted to the book "The Help.") and started to wonder why the towels were swaying as the a/c wasn't exactly on high in the living room, then the bathrobes started and I realized the room was swaying. I got up and finished and raced to the living room where my Grandma Wright's cast iron "mammy" bank was clanging and several collectibles on the shelves were doing the rattle walk. I mean I know Peter has gained weight but I didn't think I was waddling that bad <G>. I realized what was going on and got into a doorjam and waited for it to stop. I was also very proud of me, no panic attacks like I did in the past. Yay me. I was worried about loved ones but our agreement that we created after 9-11 worked like a charm. Can't call instate, call out of state or text. Happily my sister who was in Florida, did what I asked and I am grateful.
So as the initial shock of a 6.0 magnitude earthquake wore off and the laughter started from the relief of everyone being safe and the fact that nothing was damaged, I took out the trash and sat outside in an otherwise glorious summer afternoon, almost fall like but still kissing summer. I went back to emptying rubbermaids and boxes. Now that I have a little energy, I could rearrange a few things. I am hopeful I can get it done before the baby shower but I am not optimistic. Everytime I want to do something, like move a box, I hear Larry's voice in my head "be careful think of the baby, be careful." Sheesh, at this rate I'm never gonna get anything done. It is hard to "nest" when you are short one closet <G>.
Welcome to the third trimester. I am officially waddling. I officially sit like a guy on a subway who needs to make extra room for what he thinks is his extra large manhood, the kind of man I usually say "honey you ain't that big, slide over and put them together." then sit down next to them with the women around me laughing in agreement. No bending over at the waist without getting karate kicked in protest. Nothing like squatting and then trying to stand up. It is a Monty Python skit.
Larry and Sarah still hold the record for farting, I on the other hand have a son who can send up burps on command, it is so lady like. Larry will say to my belly "I love you Peter," and up comes a "Burp." He hears Sarah's voice "burp." I told him the other day we were going to Grandma & Grandpa's for dinner, I had a burp fest.
Sleeping, yeah that is now fun. I no longer can get comfortable. As I have discovered at our last ultrasound, Peter loves to shove his head into my hip and his tooshy just on the pelvic bone, it is his prefered location. However, for mommy it hurts. As my mom would constantly remind me, I sat on her siatica for the last few months of her pregancy so not a lot of sympathy coming from her, more of an evil giggle. We own a body pillow for me but as Larry discovered it insulates me therefore I get too hot to sleep and therefore too hot for Larry to sleep next to me. I am shoving a small pillow under the belly to help but the hot flashes are still awful. Three and half more months.
The amnio results came back and happily Peter is just fine. His weight is happily high, 2 1/2 lbs at 28 weeks and 9 inches long. The water sack at the base of Peter's neck is gone and he is just fine. Yay!! We now go every 4 weeks for a growth Ultra-Sound at North Shore New Hyde Park. We got our first 3D ultrasound and I got to see my son's hand covering his face as usual and with some pleading he cooperated so we got some good readings. He is a cutie.
I talked to a bunch of friends and am still happy that Ken is very excited about the baby. It has been nuts for him lately and with my pregnancy emotions I was being a typical over-emotional girl. We talked one night and we're good. I also talked to a few other friends via IM (who don't want to be named in the blog, job issues <G>).
I am hating the reflux as it is worse than pre-pregnancy. Pepcid chewables are next to impossible to find and the pills don't work as quickly so popping one and then chewing Tums is a routine lately. Managed to find PreNatals that are easy on my system and are not horsepills. Chewables are a girl's best friend.
We're still struggling financially but with a smaller rent it is easier but not by much. Ran out of money a week ago and had to keep 1/3 of tank just to move the car to an alternate side so no lunch with Suzie for nearly two weeks. I am enjoying going to lunch with her and getting to know her. She is 96 and so much fun. I am hopeful we will get assistance and food stamps as we could use it. Although I'm getting better with couponing, food is going up in price and I'm struggling to make the food budget stretch.
Well I am also getting really good getting samples, we've stocked up on bottles and diapers. Enough diapers for a week, yes it isn't a lot but hey, it is for us. Why? Because they came with coupons and free coupons.
I'm still going to school. It is exhausting because some nights I don't want to check in but I am still keeping my grades between A's and B's in the criminal justice classes. Will be taking a leave in the fall but I will finish the degree if it kills me.
One day at a time and as I finish this blog, Peter is sending up the "mommy I'm hungry" signals so I better send down some snacks for him. With how much I am eating, you'd think I'd be gaining weight but I'm not. I lost another 3 pounds but Peter found the calories and that is all that matters. Maybe I just need to eat some of Ken's BBQ ribs (which by the way are yummy).
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