"The screwedriver is under the couch. I'm so mad. You get it daddy. There's a spider under there! It's going to get your hand. Where's my screwdriver." -Ander
He just talks like a grown person at this point. Compared to some grown persons, he talks better. It freaks me out. It seems like yesterday, we were nervous because he wasn't talking enough.
Etcetera.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Swelling
On July 4, my right eye swoll so large that I ended up going to the pharmacy. (The emergency room in Leesville is NOT an option when I am pregnant. I do not trust them.) The pharmacist could do nothing, because I am pregnant, but suggested that I call my OB if it get worse. However, it only got better and, by Monday, the problem had gone away.
Yesterday, both eyes started to swell. My OB gave me drops and is sending me to an eye doctor. Today, I can barely see to type this. I really have to go to work, but I may have to work at home a bit so I can start seeing before I drive. :(
Etcetera.
Yesterday, both eyes started to swell. My OB gave me drops and is sending me to an eye doctor. Today, I can barely see to type this. I really have to go to work, but I may have to work at home a bit so I can start seeing before I drive. :(
Etcetera.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
A Comedy of Errors
Seriously, can't I get my life together?
At the doctor's office today, I was officially diagnosed with gestational diabetes. The really bad news is that I have uncontrolled fasting blood sugars. Diet can help blood sugars, but not really fasting blood sugars. At some point in my pregnancy, I might need insulin. I also got a treat - some unexpected blood work. :( The good news is that I realized just how good the "expert" blood-drawer is compared to hubby when he gives shots. Oh, and my weight gain and blood pressure weren't bad, either. Of course, the baby is doing fine. And no worries about my right eye THAT IS SWOLLEN SHUT. Sigh. I got drops for that.
It took three pharmacies to get the eye drops. And the special pharmarcy that makes my shot medicine now expects to have a refill of it by Thursday. Sigh.
My sister and I went to Ninfa's for lunch. Despite a huge open sign, they are closed until 3 p.m. for construction. Luckily, my sister knew all the guys on the construction team, so they were able to tell us. So we went elsewhere, and ate unhealthy and way too costly, because my sister was running late by then for work and we had to stop where we could.
During lunch, I spilled meat pie all over my and my sister's legs and spilled my diet Sprite all over the table and her cell phone. She says I cannot blame my clumsiness on pregnancy...but dammit, it is because I'm pregnant. I'm not normally like that.
Etcetera.
At the doctor's office today, I was officially diagnosed with gestational diabetes. The really bad news is that I have uncontrolled fasting blood sugars. Diet can help blood sugars, but not really fasting blood sugars. At some point in my pregnancy, I might need insulin. I also got a treat - some unexpected blood work. :( The good news is that I realized just how good the "expert" blood-drawer is compared to hubby when he gives shots. Oh, and my weight gain and blood pressure weren't bad, either. Of course, the baby is doing fine. And no worries about my right eye THAT IS SWOLLEN SHUT. Sigh. I got drops for that.
It took three pharmacies to get the eye drops. And the special pharmarcy that makes my shot medicine now expects to have a refill of it by Thursday. Sigh.
My sister and I went to Ninfa's for lunch. Despite a huge open sign, they are closed until 3 p.m. for construction. Luckily, my sister knew all the guys on the construction team, so they were able to tell us. So we went elsewhere, and ate unhealthy and way too costly, because my sister was running late by then for work and we had to stop where we could.
During lunch, I spilled meat pie all over my and my sister's legs and spilled my diet Sprite all over the table and her cell phone. She says I cannot blame my clumsiness on pregnancy...but dammit, it is because I'm pregnant. I'm not normally like that.
Etcetera.
Monday, July 7, 2008
A Long Day
It's not even 9:30 a.m. Let's review so far.
I'm getting dressed and watching Special Delivery on tv, when there's a mom who has twins, one dead and one alive. A little much for me on the due date from my miscarriage.
I'm driving to work, when a cop turns on his lights and Ander announces, "Mommy goes too fast." How does he know these things? I've never even been stopped for speeding before, but now I have my first ticket.
Then, I listen to my work voicemails. A client calls with a complaint that I misunderstood what she wanted and she doesn't want to pay her bill. She is very polite, but I really thought I understood exactly what she wanted. It's just a small bill, and I'll do what I can to make her happy, but it's not a good start to my day.
Did I mention that my stomach is all messed up? Or that I have juvenile court, which is generally very sad, until late this afternoon?
The day should be fabulous. Fabulous, I tell you.
Sigh.
Etcetera.
I'm getting dressed and watching Special Delivery on tv, when there's a mom who has twins, one dead and one alive. A little much for me on the due date from my miscarriage.
I'm driving to work, when a cop turns on his lights and Ander announces, "Mommy goes too fast." How does he know these things? I've never even been stopped for speeding before, but now I have my first ticket.
Then, I listen to my work voicemails. A client calls with a complaint that I misunderstood what she wanted and she doesn't want to pay her bill. She is very polite, but I really thought I understood exactly what she wanted. It's just a small bill, and I'll do what I can to make her happy, but it's not a good start to my day.
Did I mention that my stomach is all messed up? Or that I have juvenile court, which is generally very sad, until late this afternoon?
The day should be fabulous. Fabulous, I tell you.
Sigh.
Etcetera.