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{November 28, 2009}   Ever been to Centerville, TN?

I never had been, until today. Talk about East Bumfuck. It’s like a suburb of Nowhere. A friend of mine’s dad passed away, and I went to the funeral. It was pretty, and he had a lot of friends. I hadn’t seen this friend in a few months, so it was nice to see her, albeit not under these circumstances. They were enthralled by my belly, and thought I was cute. I still don’t feel cute. I just feel huge. Anyway, on the way back home, I stopped to get some french fries, and had to wonder again why men my dad’s age see fit to approach and flirt with me. Seriously? I’m out to here pregnant, not to mention married. *Cut loose, footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes..* I’m watching Footloose here. Cheesy, but fun. I wore makeup today, by the way. This is something I never, ever do. Too much trouble, and usually my face breaks out.

Can someone nominate me for What Not to Wear? I need a new wardrobe. I need to get rid of this baby weight. You know, once he gets here. *deepbreath* Looking forward to that.

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{November 27, 2009}   Tired today.

Haven’t gotten much sleep lately. No good reason, unless you count my husband’s strange delusion that I should be up to entertain him at precisely the time he is. Which is night shift hours. Which I don’t work. I think I’ll take some benadryl tonight and hit the sack. My aunt is coming over this afternoon to help me clean. I’m so embarrassed of my house right now. But, I just can’t seem to find the energy, and YCU thinks cleaning is something to be done once a year. So, I’m beginning to be afraid to sit down in my own bathroom. Need to go and make the bed and load the dishwasher. Maybe sweep the bathroom and sack the trash in there at least. Will try to motivate self to get this accomplished. Any ideas?

Update: Aunt E came over and helped me clean, and we talked awhile. She told me to ask for help, not to hesitate, and she’d be over to help me. I love my family.



{November 24, 2009}   35 weeks and 5 days

Well, I’m 1cm and 70% effaced. Cool. He’s measuring 36 weeks and about 6lbs. Cooler. His umbilical cord is down between his legs, and, as he’s running out of room fast, he can’t get wrapped up in it too badly. Great! We didn’t have to drive to see his friends cause one of the girls decided to get all “Dallas” on him and share that ‘she’d fucked up her 1st marriage with infidelity’. I think she was having delusions of grandeur. Anyway, he got irritated cause he’d just wanted to have lunch and was a bit tactless in his response. Lunch, canceled. Awesome. We donated some stuff to Goodwill today, exchanged some things that we’d been given multiples of. So, all in all, I think it was an excellent day!



{November 22, 2009}   Early Christmas Present

No, not that one. He’s still baking at 325, and seems relatively comfy. Don’t worry. My dad got us tickets to the General Jackson Showboat last night! I was actually surprised because….I LIKED IT!!! It was dinner and a show, prime rib, potato casserole of some sort, sweet taters, green beans, and cheesecake for dessert. The show was corny, A Country Christmas, but you all know how I love corny. They got this old guy up on the stage and the Barbies sat in his lap and sang ‘Santa Baby’. I told my SIL, Bro, and Sis that I hope he didn’t take his V.iagra this evening, or we’d be getting more show than we paid for. One of the Barbies had toilet paper on her shoe the whole show, and her tag sticking out of the back of her dress. (We were right next to the stage.) Guess they don’t have time for costume proofreading, eh? Well, back to normal life. Laundry and dishes. Merry Thanksgiving, all, if I don’t see you again. But I bet I will. My husband hooked up with some of his old high school friends on Facebook. We’re supposed to go to lunch with them (2 hrs away, mind you) on Tuesday. This should be interesting.

Update: I saw New Moon. Oh. My. God. Hot!! Excellent. Shirtless boys with 6-packs are better than porn. And Edward, of course. He requires no introduction. Oh. My. God.



{November 19, 2009}   And karma bites me…

in the ass. I get irritated and short today, and get splashed by bloody suction canister this evening. Yuck. It hit me in the face, and although I’m 99% sure it didn’t get in my eyes or nose, I still had to have my blood drawn, have the patient’s blood drawn, etc, etc. Yuck.

In other news, I checked my blood pressure for the last 2 days and it was 120’s/70’s both times. So, I think I’m just retaining water. Yay. I feel fat. Biggie Smalls here is going to bed. Night, all.



{November 16, 2009}   I’m gonna sound like an …

unappreciative bitch who needs a spanking. And maybe I do, but if that’s gonna offend or disappoint you, please don’t read any further. I just can’t believe it. Can’t fucking believe it.

I want to know how it is that pieces of garbage who don’t give a shit about their children (other than how much money they can bring in every month) can be so lucky. She had to have blown somebody to have won this. The last time we saw her, she’d gained at least 100 lbs, now we know why. She was trying to qualify to win gastric banding surgery. And she did. Yes, the ex-bitch. Picture in the paper and everything. $15000 prize package. I hope she loses the weight, forgets to take any pictures, and gains it all back. That’s what happens to most banding patients. They can still eat whatever they want, SO THEY DO. And it makes their stomach expand again, even with the band, and they gain the weight back. I actually feel sorry for the other patients, but if it happens to her, I’m throwing a party, I swear. How can this happen? Where is karma when you need it? Course, I guess the real bitch of it is needing to have it done in the first place. Maybe that’s where I should take my solace. Ok, bitching done.

In other news, the swelling went down considerably, and I can still get my rings on my fingers, so I’m not gonna worry for now. Although, this morning I woke up cramping. I’m just gonna drink some water and relax, and call the doctor if it doesn’t subside. That’s what she’d tell me to do anyways, if I called her now. I’ll keep you posted. Hopefully, full bladder relief will take care of it. Oh, and I called in to work. Figured relaxing wasn’t in the cards if I didn’t.

Update: Well, I caved and called the doctor this morning. The edema has gone down, and I’m still wearing my rings comfortably, but I’m still cramping a little bit. Nothing really painful, just noticeable. Sheila the Nurse said that it was probably a good idea to call in to work today, and to swing by this afternoon and check a bp and urine. She said we could listen to the baby’s heart rate while we were there, too, if we wanted. He’s still moving around a lot, so I’m not worried about him really, but the whole PIH/bed rest thing kinda worries me. We’ll see. I’ll keep you posted.

Update on the update: Had a trace of protein in my urine, and blood pressure was 135/84. Had some swelling, but it had gone down, so no worries there. No other symptoms like headache, or blurred vision, or any of that mess. I’d had trace amounts of protein in my urine a couple of times before, and with no edema and normal bp, and my doctor said she doesn’t even get concerned till it registers 1+. Basically, stay off the feet as much as possible, and rest another day. I’m off tomorrow, so no problem. HR was 139, 148, 157. He decided to show off. He is my child.



Just the way things are. My husband is so depressed. He feels like he’s not contributing. I’m just proud of him for trying, ya know? Things will pick up, they have to. He’ll get a better job soon, and we’ll be better off, and we’ll start paying stuff off, and everything else. It just seems like it’s all hitting at once. *sigh* I’m working as much as I can, and hopefully the short term disability will take care of the rest while I’m off. When I go back, I won’t be able to take call much, since he works the weekend and my SIL probably doesn’t want to raise my kid for me, so I’ll have to work extra on the days he’s off. Don’t have much choice. So, class, what have we learned from this? Save for rainy days! And? Don’t go into debt, save for what you want! There’s more! Buy used and save the difference! I’ve looked into a website called southernsavers.com. It teaches you how to use coupons at the grocery store effectively. Maybe that’ll help some, but I may be coming to you live from the public library soon. And sitting in the dark a lot. Hopefully the roommate will start paying rent soon, so that’ll alleviate some pressure. I’m having a beautiful baby boy, and he’s provided for for a little while, and we’ll just do what we have to do, and all’s right with the world.



{November 14, 2009}   Friday the 13th

It never fails. Last case of the day, in the smallest room in the OR (Cysto Room, for those in the know) the patient decides to crash on us. Turned blue and went into Pulseless Electrical Activity, or PEA. So, we started chest compressions, gave epi, the doctors started art lines and central lines and we got him up to the unit on a vent. I didn’t get out of there till 1930, after giving report to the unit nurse, filling out the incident report, making sure the crash cart got switched out, and transporting the patient. The pt was uro-septic. Kidney infection due to kidney stones. What a mess. I got home, and was getting undressed, and had 1+ pitting edema in my legs. Hmmm. It’s still there today, although not as marked. I had socks on yesterday, see. I know that some swelling is normal, but is it supposed to be pitting? I’ve been watching my blood pressure, and it’s been normal so far, so maybe I’m just being paranoid and my expectations are too high. If it doesn’t resolve itself by this afternoon, I’ll call the doctor. And probably feel stupid later, but better to be careful, right?

Update: Well, the swelling is down this morning, so I think it’ll be ok, unless it flares up again tomorrow. We’ll see. It seems to look worse when I wear socks, as opposed to supp hose. Maybe I’ll get me some today. Sexy.



{November 12, 2009}   Last Dr’s appt

I had an appointment on Tuesday. Everything’s fine, his FHR was 144, he’s still head down, she took me off call as of Monday, the 16th, so I’m clear there. He measured exactly 33.5 weeks. How cool is that?

I was so tired today, it showed. I just didn’t feel good. So, I found someone to cover the rest of my shift, and I came home early. I fully intend to eat some pasta, catch up on my TiVo, and go to bed early.



{November 8, 2009}   I’m grateful

I’m thankful for an easy pregnancy. I’m thankful for my husband and family. I’m thankful for and absolutely blown away by our friends and family’s generosity. I’m thankful for my beautiful baby boy that moves and reassures his neurotic mama every hour, just like he’s supposed to. I’m thankful for my job. My life could be so much worse. I could be struggling so much more than I am. I’m kind of ashamed that I’ve been whining so much. I don’t deserve nearly what I’ve got. But I sure am grateful.



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