Thirty-six weeks

May 13, 2008

I’m not promising creativity today.  I had a long weekend full of emotional and physical upheaval (well, maybe that’s a stretch) and I’m feeling disappointed that I’m still pregnant.

Timelines are nice…I’ll go with that.

Thursday morning: Make food, pack kids into car, go to church for Bible study potluck and to practice song for Sunday morning offering.  While waiting to start practicing, my brother-in-law’s aunt comes in and announces to everyone that my sister-in-law had her baby that morning.  I had no idea and hearing it with her at the same time as everyone else wasn’t very much fun.  This combined with hormones and a very unpleasant and brief telephone confrontation with my mother-in-law led to a good hour of crying.  I managed to feel somewhat better until I got home, at which time I cried for another hour.  Fortunately, Mike called and offered to come home early.  Josh (our other brother-in-law, who Mike works with) was leaving work so that he and Lacey could go see our new nephew.  I figured that if Josh could leave, it wouldn’t hurt Mike to leave early either.  Mike came home, the kids got up from their nap, we went to the hospital and I promptly fell in love with Hayden Oliver.  I even got to change his first dirty diaper (I know, gross…but somehow I felt honored to do it).  I also decided that after all the emotions, it would be nice to just get it over with and have my baby then and there.  That obviously didn’t happen.  Still, I came home and tried all sorts of things hoping something would happen.  Decent Braxton Hicks contractions ensued…but sadly nothing more.

Friday: A relatively normal day that ended with seeing Hayden in the hospital again.  He’s such a feather – he was only two days early but weighed 5 lb 8 oz and was 18 in long.  We went out to supper afterwards and I again had some more good Braxton Hicks that led nowhere.

Saturday: Went to A&W for breakfast and actually beat everyone else there.  This is rare, but our kids just keep getting up earlier all the time.  After that, I took the kids to the Farmer’s Market and Mike went to play tennis.  When we were done, we went up to the courts and let the kids play with the extra tennis balls while I attempted to relax and not pay attention to the feeling that the baby was going to fall out of me.  Tennis finished up, we went to have ice cream with Mike’s friend Nick and then we went home.  I can’t exactly remember anything between going home and going to the hospital at 2:30 to register, but when I got there, I was again having such strong contractions that the lady doing my paperwork suggested that I go upstairs and get on the monitor.  About forty-five minutes later, I walked out of the hospital after even my strongest Braxton Hicks couldn’t be seen on the screen.  At least I got some good hospital ice out of the deal.  In the evening, we ran over to drop Mom’s birthday present off and the kids jumped on the trampoline for a while.  Ran to the store, bought a few things for supper, saw smoke and decided to investigate, drove out to find it was just a field burning, drove down to Taylor to pick up a movie and went home.  I then fed the kids sandwiches in tortillas and put them to bed before making our supper.  We watched Juno and I spent almost the whole movie grabbing onto Mike’s foot or hand and breathing through contractions, hoping that they might lead somewhere.  I liked the movie, but it was a bit depressing watching a pregnancy go so fast.

Sunday: Wasn’t sure if we would go to church, but felt it was unfair to the kids to deprive them of that time, so we went anyway.  I’m not a big fan of Mother’s Day because of some things that happened a few years ago, so I wasn’t sure how I would do.  However, I got to see my nephew again and that mostly made up for it.  We went out after church and actually ate somewhere new that wasn’t packed with people.  I had some phenomenal salmon nuggets (it was better than it sounds) and rice and Mike had halibut and chips.  After this pleasing lunch, we were able to go straight home and put the kids to bed.  I worked a bit in the living room rearranging furniture while Mike ran back down to Taylor to take the movie back.  I then had a nice nap on the couch with the front shade up, which was like laying in the sun, and when I woke up, my aunt was on the phone.  When the kids got up, we went to meet the family at the park while they finished playing croquet and then we went for a barbeque at Josh and Lacey’s.  I got to hold Hayden again, this time for about forty-five minutes, and it was lovely.  It was a bit strange holding such a new baby and feeling by own baby kicking me from the inside.  I can’t wait to see these kids next to each other (mine will more than likely dwarf Hayden).  Mike was very good to me all day and made sure that we were doing what I wanted to do, which is the agreement we have with birthdays and Mother’s and Father’s Day.  We played Phase Ten after we got the kids to bed and even though Mike usually complains because he’s no good at games like that, he won. 

Monday: A normal day until the evening – I actually got a lot of work done on our bedroom during the day and wasn’t having contractions like crazy, which was very nice.  We went to the church at seven for English Corner and a membership meeting that I was speaking at.  The kids got to hang out with Marcy, which was nice for them and nice for Mike, who didn’t have to keep after them while playing games upstairs.  I gave my three minute blurb on our Bible study (twice) and then we went home.  I spent about two hours having really nice Braxton Hicks that made me very uncomfortable, but then they quit.  I have resigned myself to four more weeks of pregnancy.

Tuesday (today): A little more productivity in the morning and then a doctor’s appointment.  I have lost weight – not much, only about a pound in two weeks – and everything else is good.  I am anemic, so I get to start taking Floradix (yay) until the baby is born.  Also, this was the week for the strep test, so she checked for the positiion of the baby and everything else while she was at it.  Baby is head down – let’s hope it stays that way – and I am sealed up tight.  Also, the baby’s head is still somewhat far up, so I guess waiting longer for it to be born will be good as it was that situation that made me end up on Pitocin when I was having Elias.  I’m trying to be positive, telling myself that there are still things to be done before the baby is due and that I want a big healthy baby and not a premature one – even a few weeks premature.  I’m going to keep on like this as much as I can and keep being as productive as I can be without totally wearing myself out.  I’m also going to stay away from the hospital unless I’m in incredible pain or my water breaks.  Or I feel the urge to push, which would definitely send me in ASAP.  I’m also going to drink some more Raspberry Leaf tea (I got the remainder of Alaina’s on Sunday and they’re already gone) and try to go walking more often.  I don’t necessarily want to be early, but I would like to have a quick and easy labour, and these things may just help.

I’m sorry that this is lacking in eloquence and is so long winded.  I may not be very entertaining for the next few weeks (I use it all up in real life). 


One day of weirdness

May 7, 2008

Fortunately, it passed after only a day, but it did start early and last until the afternoon, which was not fun.  I got up, felt fine, got the kids breakfast, started to eat my own breakfast and suddenly had severe vertigo.  I then started to feel sick to my stomach and spent the next hour debating whether I should call the doctor or go in or not.  I finally called and was told that I should come in if I wasn’t feeling better after laying down for awhile.  This is, of course, easier said than done, but I made do by putting the kids in their room to play for an hour while I laid on the couch and then putting on a movie and continuing to lay on the couch while one or both children climbed all over me.  After a few hours, nothing had improved much, so I took the kids to my sister-in-law’s and went to the clinic to have my blood pressure tested.  It was a bit low, but nothing too awful, and the baby’s heart rate was fine, also.  My blood sugar was normal, so all there was left to do was to have a non-stress test.  Hooray.  Fortunately, my doctor told me that as long as I did it before eight o’clock, it was fine – I didn’t have to do it right away.  I had orders to go home and rest and so after picking up the kids, that’s what I did.  I went for my non-stress test in the evening after Mike got home and the only strange thing about it was that the baby moved like crazy.  Both nurses were astounded at the number of movements noted on the chart.  I stayed for about forty-five minutes, all the while thinking that although I can’t wait to meet this baby and be in the hospital for that reason, I don’t wish to be back there until the blessed event itself.  I had a strange nurse who kept insisting that the baby was a boy (okay, it could be..but still, what does she know?) and who pronounced centimeters “sontimeters”.  For some reason, that sort of made me feel weird about her.

Well, that felt like one big run-on, but my mind is going fast today.  Last night was interesting – to bed at ten, up at midnight to take Jenny to the bathroom, where she pooped and gave me the stool sample I’ve been waiting on for a few days now.  I then had to divide it into three cups (fun, fun) and store it in a paper bag in the refrigerator overnight.  Gross.  I went back to bed and couldn’t fall asleep.  Too many things on my mind, so I finally got up to make myself a to-do list.  Writing a to-do list turned into writing and addressing six Mother’s Day cards, printing pictures to go in the cards, finishing my citizenship application and checking on passport requirements for Mike.  Around two o’clock I went back to bed because I finally felt like I could fall asleep.  Instead, I lay there for another half an hour at least, feeling like I could throw up.  I so want to have this baby – it’s making it very hard for me to sleep.  Okay, so I don’t want to be four weeks early, but I’m starting to feel like it wouldn’t be so bad to be a little early.

Another run-on.  Oh, well, at least I’m writing this week.  Today, I dropped off the sample at the hospital, mailed my Mother’s Day cards and went grocery shopping, all before noon.  I am way too proud of myself.  My goal for the day – getting my potluck menu ready for tomorrow (I’m thinking cucumber sandwiches, pasta salad, lemon squares and guacamole…or maybe I’ll do sushi…we’ll see), cleaning the entryway and maybe starting on my bedroom.  But who knows, by the time I get the kids down for a nap, I may be exhausted again.  It’s getting very difficult for me to plan ahead lately.

Well, enough run-on’s.  I am thirty-five weeks pregnant, my next appointment is next Tuesday, after which I’ll start on once a week appointments.  I’m finally reaching the end!  Hooray! 

I’ve reached a new low

April 30, 2008

My ice cravings finally got so bad that I did the unthinkable.  I bought ice.  Gasp.  I was growing tired of refilling the trays at home and stopping for the good small ice chips at restaurants, so I bought a big bag of ice that barely fit in my freezer for about $2.89.  Not so bad, really, considering that I’ve probably spent that in gas money (HA! more than that, I’m sure) driving to fast food places to ask for free ice in the biggest cup they can spare.  Speaking of that, I got reprimanded at Wendy’s (did I already mention that?) and then proceeded to feel guilty every time I tried to get ice without buying anything.  If I’m actually eating something, that’s different – if they’ll give you free water, they will give you free ice.  So, now I have a nice little supply that should last me the rest of this week (I think).  They’re not ideal ice chips, but rather the round kind that are about an inch long and have a hole through the middle.  Still, they’re better than homemade ice. 

Did all of that sound as completely ridiculous as I think it did??  Good.  That’s my life.

So, my doctor’s appointment yesterday revealed that I have gained more like four pounds in two weeks, rather than what I was hoping for at a pound per week.  I’m not going to freak out about this because my doctor says it’s just fine.  It’s just that I have this fear of hitting forty pounds gained in a pregnancy.  I know, I probably have readers that have gained a whole lot more than forty, but so far, thirty-three is the most I’ve gained in a pregnancy and I’d love to keep it that way.  It just makes it easier to lose the weight afterward. 

Other than weight, my doctor seemed pleased with everything.  I’m measuring large for where I’m at, which is not a suprise because my babies come big.  In fact, she didn’t suggest a change in my due date, but just agreed with me that the baby is big like Jenny was (and Elias should have been).  When I mentioned the fact that I’ve been getting Braxton Hicks very frequently even when I’m sitting down, and that they hurt, she said she figures I’ll be early.  I’m not convinced of this, but you never know.  I am convinced that Elias being born early was my fault and not the way it should have been.  I expect to be late.  I be…late.  Sigh. 

The highlight of the day (Tuesday) was making sweet potato and avacado sushi and going to a friend’s house for lunch.  She kept Elias for me while Jenny and I went to the doctor, which is always a treat.  That little boy does not like being confined to a stroller and does not like being told what to do (i.e. sit still, don’t stand up in the stroller, come back here, you little…).  Jenny does somewhat better, although the draw of the play area is a bigger thing for her than her brother.  I brought her with me yesterday because she has now had diarrhea for more than three weeks.  She doesn’t seem sick, is eating fine, hasn’t had a fever, but seemingly can’t get back to normal digestion.  So now I get the super fun task of collecting a stool sample.  Hooray for me!  I am willing to go through it, because obviously, a small child who can’t process things normally is somewhat worrisome.  They’re testing her white blood cell count and in the middle of the night last night, all I could think about was leukemia.  I laid there crying, attempting to go back to sleep and imagining life without my beautiful Jenny.  This is a very bad habit.  Before I had her, when Mike still went out of town for work, I would imagine all sorts of awful things when he was five minutes late calling or getting home.  And now that I have children, I have three people to think this way about (well, four, because I also worry that I might lose the baby). 

Turns out Jenny has only one symptom of leukemia – the diarrhea thing – and I shouldn’t worry.  Not only that, but if it became something we had to face, my cousin went through it when she was three or four and so my family has been there before.  I shouldn’t worry anyway, because I know it’s not good for me and God doesn’t like it (really…I imagine it breaks His heart that we worry so much sometimes). 

Well, now that I’ve brought back my fears and cried a little more, I think I’ll go read about food.  I always feel better when I do that. 

Ah, the joy…

March 26, 2008

I promise I haven’t given up…I just had a mostly bad week last week.  I actually felt pretty good the first half of it – made a bunch of food for a potluck on Monday, had my glucose test on Tuesday (not fun, but no big deal) and had a friend over with her baby on Wednesday.  And then Thursday I started feeling sick.  It went on until Saturday, and by then it was really bad.  I had a nasty pain in my stomach for quite a while, so I went into emergency on Saturday.  After blood tests and waiting, waiting, the doctor said that he suspects it’s just the position of the uterus and the baby that are giving me pain.  Hooray.  Just what I wanted to hear.  Not something that can be treated, but instead, something that may last for weeks.  However, by Sunday morning, I was feeling a lot better.  I’m taking maalox (yummy) and I can take gravol or tylenol when I need it for nausea or pain. 

Fortunately, the baby reminded me of its presence repeatedly throughout the three days of being sick.  I was paying close attention to it so that I would know if I needed to go in.  It may have been moving more than normal, and hasn’t slowed down since then.  Heart rate was good on Saturday and I don’t expect that being sick did anything bad in regards to the baby. 

My baking obsession has cooled down a bit, perhaps because of illness, but also because of simple exhaustion.  I really ought to bake bread today, but I really don’t feel like it.  I’ve been thinking about baking cookies to send to work with Mike, too, but again, it just feels like too much work.  I did make jam yesterday, which I’ve been planning for some time but just haven’t gotten around to.  I bought strawberries over a week ago, so it’s a good thing I got to it yesterday.  I only lost one whole strawberry to mold/rot..the rest were perfect. 

I guess even writing isn’t appealing too much to me right now.  I feel like having a nap, but it’s just now ten o’clock in the morning and I’ve barely even had breakfast.  It sure would be nice if I could shake this sleepiness.  I even got to bed early last night (before ten!) and I’m still tired.  Maybe today will have to be a napping day when the kids are down, rather than spending it doing something productive.

For the record, this is my twenty-ninth week.  I think I only missed the twenty-eighth week, but then I’m having trouble keeping track of the date and time lately.

Definitely not in that order.  In fact, the fish, fries and broccoli haven’t been consumed yet.  I can smell them cooking and I’m hoping they taste as good as they smell and also that my children will eat at least some portion of the meal.  They are terribly picky eaters, regardless of my efforts to offer all sorts of different foods since they were six months old. 

 As for the snow, we got 17 cm on Tuesday (that’s almost 7 inches, by the way).  It snowed and snowed and snowed and we were without our van for the whole afternoon.  We had scheduled a coolant flush for noon and then we were planning to deliver catalogues in the afternoon.  The day started out “warm” although the snow was still cold (har har), but the wrench in the plan was when we found out that the shop we were taking the van to could only guarantee that it would be done by five.  I had Mike drop me off at the medical clinic for the other plan of the day – taking Elias in to have a weird spot of skin on his back looked at.  I had the weather shield for the stroller, decent gloves and the hood attached to my jacket, so the plan was to take the bus home from the clinic, while Mike would get a ride from someone.  I waited for what felt like forever with two very defiant children (yeah, they were mine) before seeing the doctor, who told me he would have to take a culture and I’d have to come back in ten days.  So, appointment made, I called the transit system to find out when the bus would come.  They told me it would be at the stop near to the clinic in twenty minutes, but that they were behind schedule because of the weather.  The thought of riding the bus quickly became awful, as it was approaching nap time and a walk in the snow to the bus stop didn’t sound like much fun.  So, I called my mother-in-law to see if she was home (she wasn’t) since she has car seats built into her van.  When I couldn’t reach her, I called a friend of mine whose two youngest children are the same age as mine.  She had picked me up from my house once and we found that the kids fit perfectly into her kids’ car seats.  Her husband doesn’t work when the weather is too cold, so he was home to take care of the kids and she came to pick me up from the clinic.  One thing I didn’t mention was that my crazy husband decided to walk home from the radiator shop (which is about four miles and some of which is uphill….did I mention it was snowing and -20?).  He had been home for about an hour when I got home and we were able to put the kids down for a nap right away.  I spent the rest of the afternoon stewing and hearing the chorus of “Bad Day” by Daniel Powter running through my head.  Pregnancy hormones certainly couldn’t have been helping that one bit. 

Back to the fish, fries and broccoli: they were very good.  Neither of the kids liked the broccoli (I should have known), they both loved the fries, but only Jenny liked the fish.  So, basically, Elias ate fries for supper, along with the minuscule pieces of fish and broccoli that probaby made their way down his throat.  Mike and I were decidedly less picky and ate everything that was on our plates.  Good thing.

The busy part?  Well, obviously, Tuesday was a busy day, but preceding that, we had a whirlwind Sunday and Monday – church Sunday morning, Bible study in the afternoon (well, it’s sort of Bible study, anyway), communion service in the evening where we both shared about our weekend at Breakforth.  Monday wasn’t so bad, although I did have to make a snack for English Corner, and then we had that in the evening.  Ahead to Wednesday, we had another meeting in the evening and then I had Bible study this morning.  Maybe next week I’ll have time to breathe again.  I might even get lucky and be able to relax tomorrow.  At least my birthday/Valentine’s day shopping is done.  Mike’s birthday is on Sunday and of course, Valentine’s Day is next week, so I can sort of give him one gift to cover both things.  Maybe I’ll make him some cookies or something as an extra treat.  It’s a good thing that we have a few weeks before any other family birthdays and before our anniversary. 

That’s about it.  As for pregnancy, I am in my twenty-second week and while my stomach has seemed to stall in its growth, my weight has started going up at last.  It took me until the week before last to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight and then I started to gain.  I had lost eight pounds or something, and as is typical of me, I didn’t really gain any of that back until I was past the puking.  Now I’m up to eight pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight and I can just hear my doctor making her traditional exclamation, “Oh, my goodness, did you just gain ten pounds in a month?!”  Okay, so she only did that once when I was pregnant with Elias, but I’ll never forget it.  I just read that thirty-nine pounds is the high end of healthy weight gain in people of normal weight, and since I consider myself somewhere slightly above normal weight but somewhere slightly below overweight, I kind of think of thirty-five pounds as the high end for me.  So far, I haven’t gained more than thirty-three in a pregnancy.  I have high hopes that I can hold onto that record.  I’m not so sure my luck would hold out in losing the weight if I gained much more than that.

I certainly have plenty of people to sympathize with me – mostly at church but one or two outside as well – one other hockey wife, my sister-in-law and seven other pregnant women at church, all due by August.  There is never a shortage of babies up here (maybe it’s all this snow and temperatures below -20 that keep everyone baby-making all the time).

Well, that’s really it now – I’m craving something sweet, so either I need to find something to do to avoid fulfilling that craving or I need to get baking. 

It feels like ages since I last wrote, but I guess it’s only been about a week.  Our weekend was terrific in a few different ways and traveling to Edmonton this pregnant was very comfortable compared to traveling when six or seven months pregnant.  The huge amount of walking was what did me in – our hotel was as far away as you can get from the main conference site.  It was about a fifteen minute walk to get to registration, main assemblies and some electives, although my electives were all in other places.  Three of my electives were in the same area as my hotel, but I still ended up coming from ten minutes away or so.  By Sunday, my shins, thighs and feet were killing me.  Two long hot baths (in a deep jetted tub..mmmm) and three nights in a nice firm hotel bed didn’t seem to help much, although I’m sure that staying somewhere cheaper wouldn’t have helped at all. 

We did a bit of shopping, enough to grab a few new things for Jenny and a few new things for me and a few things at Ikea for all of us.  It would be easy to go nuts in Edmonton because there is so much more available than what we have here.  I chose to stick to the food options instead – I had Phad Thai twice, a falafel wrap and Mongolian food.  I cannot say how thankful I was to be past the worst of the nausea.  It was great to eat what I felt like eating and not feel like puking. 

The conference itself was great and we managed the kids without any trouble at all.  I only missed one elective and two assemblies and never had to have the kids on my own.  It was a lovely little break, really.  With the upgraded room (a suite), we were able to have our own space and when Mike just had to watch hockey, I took Jenny into the bedroom where we curled up and watched the Food network or TLC.  Since we don’t have TV at home, hotel stays are always a treat, especially if I can get in some Iron Chef.

The other great part of the weekend was finding out on Friday that Mike would have a job starting after Valentine’s Day.  At first it seemed a long way off and that we would have to keep looking for some temporary work, but on Saturday, I checked our messages at home and found that someone had called about buying our car.  We got home on Monday and our car was sold by about two o’clock on Tuesday.  We had it listed for $1,500 hoping we could get $1,200 and that’s exactly what the guy offered.  He didn’t even test drive it before he wrote us the check.  The outcome is that if Mike doesn’t get a temporary job, we have enough from selling the car to get us through the month until he gets paid at his new job. 

As for pregnancy, the baby seems to be moving a lot more lately and Mike has felt it a few times now.  It’s nothing big enough to keep me up at night, but I get the feeling that it won’t be long.  It’s nice to feel movement so often because sometimes it’s easy to forget that I’m even pregnant.  My hands are full enough with my kids that it seems like I can go a whole day without thinking about my pregnancy.

Well, that’s about all I can come up with for an update right now.  I’ve now gotten up from the computer four or five times to fetch food, wipe noses and faces, change a diaper, etc. and my mind is starting to stray.  When I start re-reading the last sentence I wrote over and over again, I take it as a sign to stop.  Maybe next week I can find some time to work when the kids are sleeping and there aren’t any movies playing in the background.

To start things off, this is officially the beginning of week sixteen, so let it be known that I am not skipping this week just because it’s Christmas as well.  And besides, it’s almost 1:30 in the morning and I’ve nothing better to do. 

I’ve been eating too much of the wrong food.  Candy of all sorts, cookies, appetizers, pop, etc. and I’m starting to feel it.  Take today for example:

Breakfast: A sip of water and one Reeses peanut butter cup.  I think that’s all I managed to get down as I tried to get the kids fed and get all of us ready to head to church.

Lunch: A bit more healthy, but not quite solid enough, I suspect.  Salad with fried onions and pecans for topping with Asian Sesame dressing, a few pieces of smoked Gouda, lobster pate on two wheat thins, chips and guacamole…not sure I can remember what else I ate, but I did have two and a half Christmas cookies and split a butter tart with Jenny.  And a cup of Earl Gray tea with cream and sugar.  And some eggnog (“watered” down with milk).  I think that was about it.  I was satisfied, but I get the feeling that it has something to do with how I feel now.

Supper: Fried Tilapia in cajun seasoning, asparagus, butternut squash.  This meal sounds a whole lot healthier and certainly felt better going down since I got some veggies in there, but it was perhaps not quite enough to redeem the rest of the day.  And certainly not enough to redeem what followed.

The rest of the night: Donut and hot chocolate at hockey (someone brought about six dozen donuts and hot chocolate for the annual rec. vs. church hockey game that my father-in-law puts on), one Reeses cup, more or less, since Jenny had a few bites, about six Sour Patch Kids, remainder of a bag of Cheezies, and a few sips of water (still at hockey).  After coming home: one donut brought home from hockey.  We were the last ones there and someone said we should take them.  Thanks.  Now I have a dozen leftover donuts in my house.  I can literally smell them right now from their perch atop the high chair in the living room.  Sickly sweet.  After donut:  water, sip of juice to see how it tasted (new variety, I was curious), approximately 15 vegetarian samosas, most of which were dipped in some sort of plum sauce.  Followed by two cups of water. 

This isn’t even taking into consideration what I ate yesterday (way too much Coke and a slushy on the way home..what on earth was I thinking?).  And what I’ll eat tomorrow.  Or the next day.  I yearn right now for the strength to fast and clean out my system, but pregnancy simply won’t allow it.  And as sick as I might feel now, I know that tomorrow morning, I’ll be hungry again, willing to dig into the last of the donuts to fill my stomach.  Where did the days of yogurt and eggs go?  The days when I made an effort to watch what I ate so that I could quit gaining weight?  Well, I’m on my pregnancy diet now, and what I crave gets attention.  In the past, it’s worked wonderfully for me: I eat what I like when I like and I’ve never gained more than 33 pounds in a pregnancy (and that one was eight days overdue).  I weight twenty-five pounds less now than I did at this point in my last pregnancy, which is obviously a good thing, but my weight loss doesn’t care much for the all-sugar diet (I don’t blame it).  This poor child is going to come out with a sugar (and possibly caffeine) addiction and I won’t know what to do with it. 

It’s easy to write about the ills of my diet right now because my stomach is threatening mutiny at the moment.  Gurgling and aching for relief….with no relief in sight.  My best bet is to take my Diclectin with a nice big gulp of water, take a few Tums, brush my teeth and go to bed.  With any luck, I’d fall asleep quickly and not have to get up to puke.

The problem is that tomorrow, all the same stuff will appeal to me again.  Candy and Coke and chips and so forth will call out to me like sirens.  I ought to resist, but I’m not sure I’ll want to when it comes down to it. 

On a different subject, the ranks of mothers and father keep filling up as my husband’s first cousin and his wife just had a baby girl.  She was a month early and not supposed to be the first grandchild as her cousin was due to be born before her (sometime the end of this month).  The little unnamed thing weighed around five pounds.  Makes me glad I’ve never had a baby that early.  With that announcement, coming by way of my mother-in-law, came another: that little baby will have another cousin, as my husband’s other cousin and his wife are expecting now as well.  It will have taken my in-laws almost three years to have three grandchildren (almost four) while it will only take my husband’s aunt another eight months or so to have three.  Number one born yesterday, number two due in a few weeks and number three due sometime next year (August, perhaps?).  Even though we don’t see them very often, I’m very excited about all the babies coming into the world.  I like to know that I’m not alone in this part of life.  It should be obvious, but somehow it’s just so much more reassuring to have people all around me having babies. 

Well, I feel like I might be rambling a bit and not making much sense anymore (which is highly possible, given the hour), so I’d better put an end to it.  I may even write again this week, but hopefully if I do, I won’t be feeling like puking or falling asleep in my chair. 

Merry Christmas and thanks for reading (if anyone still is)!!