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hospital gowns are not flattering! |
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The IV with the foot long plastic needle they put in my arm. |
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He was such a great sport. And super supportive through the entire thing. |
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Fluids. |
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Starting to feel better and ready to get back home! |
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hospital gowns are not flattering! |
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The IV with the foot long plastic needle they put in my arm. |
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He was such a great sport. And super supportive through the entire thing. |
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Fluids. |
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Starting to feel better and ready to get back home! |
My Saturday night was spent in the ER with my poor husband. He has been plagued by cluster headaches since he was about 10 years old. So far they have been manageable up until here recently. He has had this stupid headache for almost a month. It got bad enough on Saturday night that I finally convinced him to go to the ER (since it was after midnight and a weekend). The doctor on staff insisted that it was just a really bad migraine and proceeded to give him a set of three shots – which did not work at all. He was still suffering from it the next day. The only good thing that came out of this visit is that he was finally given a referral to see a neurologist. Hopefully we can start managing these headaches.
Since he was still suffering from those headaches on Sunday, I went out and spoiled him just a bit. I went to Papa Murphy’s and brought home those two pizzas you see below. Both were very yummy. Although I did add extra chocolate chips and marsh-mellows to the smores pizza. We were both in Heaven!
My insomnia has not gotten any better at all through this pregnancy. I fell asleep around 10pm Sunday night and woke up at 2am. It’s now 11:30am and I have yet to even start to feel tired or want to take a nap. I know I am going to need one soon if I am going to function the rest of the day. Although It was nice to see the sun rise this morning – minus the snow that came for about 4hrs.
I will be glad when spring comes. I can’t wait to see all this grey turn into green again! I am so not a winter person. Give me spring or summer and I am happy. Autumn is beautiful but depressing because I know it only leads to winter. And, wow this post is all over the place today. Sorry about that.
Anyway, one last thought – I miss my tiny belly! It has gotten so huge and I still have 3 months left to go! See:
My belly at 9 weeks pregnant and then again in the same tank top at 26 weeks pregnant. It is such a huge difference! I can only imagine how much bigger I am going to get!
And on that note I think I better stop before I ramble on to much more!
So I totally for got to update last week. So here is my 25 week bump picture:
Without further ado…26 weeks:
How far along: 26 weeks today!
How big is baby: He is the size of an English Cucumber or about 1 2/3 pounds and 14 inches long!
Stretch marks: Oh yes, baby boy is making me earn my tiger stripes!
Sleep: It is hit and miss here lately. Some nights I get to sleep awesomely, other nights I am lucky to get any.
Best moment this week: I got a Doppler so I could hear baby boy when I was feeling freaked out. The other night I put it on him and he started moving around like crazy! It was one of the first times I got to see him move on the outside of my tummy. Also a few days before that Matt got to feel him kick! The look on his face was priceless, I actually doubled over laughing because of it.
Belly button in or out: still in, I do not think it will pop out, but I could be wrong.
Craving: chocolate milk, spicy foods (doesn’t matter what they are), eggs, hash browns, bacon
What I miss: sleeping on my tummy, and being able to have a glass of wine or a midnight margarita (think practical magic style)
What am I looking forward to: reaching that third trimester milestone
Milestones: The network of nerves in your baby's ears is better developed and more sensitive than before. He may now be able to hear both your voice and your partner's as you chat with each other. He's inhaling and exhaling small amounts of amniotic fluid, which is essential for the development of his lungs. These so-called breathing movements are also good practice for when he's born and takes that first gulp of air. And he's continuing to put on baby fat.
Side Note: when I went into see my midwife yesterday I got diagnosed with PUPPP, you can read about it here.
Warning: Lots of venting and some whining will ensue. I apologize in advance for this very whiny post.
Last week I mentioned how stressed out I was. It started with the college returning my tuition for a miscommunication with my bank. While trying to figure out what happened my college and bank will not work with me at all to fix any of it. So on top of tuition I have to pay a $35 NSF fee because “it was returned” and a $20 late fee for being late with my tuition. I personally do not think I should have to pay $55 for their mistake. I was on time with my tuition – I even have the email confirmation to prove it and the confirmation of it being returned four days later.
I had the funds in my account and I do not feel like I should be punished for a miscommunication between the college and my bank. The cashier at the college was rude and completely mean to me. I did not handle this well at all. Instead after I left the college I ended up going home where as soon as I walked in the door my cat threw up all over the recliner. I took a deep breath and went into the kitchen to get some borax to soak it up. I never should have walked into the kitchen. We have a bad ant problem here in the Tri-Cities and my sink was steaming with them. Apparently they loved my husbands cereal dish…A LOT.
That was the icing on the cake, I immediately went and hid in my room and just cried for a few hours. I even ended up calling my husband at work because I could not get my emotions under control. Needless to say I freaked out some of his coworkers and one of his supervisors. They were able to tell I was crying – even though I thought I had done a good enough job to hide the fact that I was sobbing my eyes out.
When Matt got home from work we talked it all out. He helped me realize that shit happens sometimes that we can not control. That it was too easy to just pay the fees and call it good. To make me feel better he took me out to Shari’s to eat since I had not had anything to eat since 2 that afternoon (it was now after midnight).
He called in to work the next day to help me out. That day was amazing. I was able to relax and get myself under control. Or so I thought. The very next morning my sister called me freaking out about Dad. His blood work came back with stuff in it again. So the way she explained it to me I thought my Dad’s cancer was back and immediately broke down again. I called my Dad, who was not answering his phone till several hours later. He explained to me that yes his blood work came back wonky again, but that it was because of his acid reflux and that he will have to have surgery to correct it. Acid reflux can cause colon cancer so the doctors are going to run some tests just to double check every thing and make sure nothing has come back. While I am worried for my Dad, this was better than hearing my sister freak out about how his cancer was back.
Now we play the waiting game. I pray that all his blood work and colonoscopy tests come back and say that he has a clean bill of health.
Needless to say, I did not handle all the stress well. And if you are still reading this I give you big kudos and thank you for allowing me the opportunity to vent.