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Don’t you think that February 20th has a nice ring to it? I sure do. I’ve mentioned before how February 20th is/was my Nana’s birthday. My nana meant the world to me, and I think it only fitting that this new baby share a birthday with someone so important to me.

I think February 20th rocks.

So then, let’s talk about yesterday’s doctor’s visit.

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ir‧ri‧ta‧ble  /ˈɪrɪtÉ™bÉ™l/ Pronunciation Key – Show Spelled Pronunciation[ir-i-tuh-buhl] Pronunciation Key – Show IPA Pronunciation
–adjective
1. easily irritated or annoyed; readily excited to impatience or anger.
2. Physiology, Biology. displaying irritability.
3. Pathology. susceptible to physical irritation.
4. Medicine/Medical. abnormally sensitive to a stimulus.

Yes, let’s talk irritable. As in “you have an irritable uterus”. Eh? Well, I’ve already said my uterus hates me. This just proves it. It’s irritable because it apparently doesn’t like to be pregnant, hence all the B/H contractions, including more of those that I mentioned last week(ish). So the Dr. suggests that if they increase in frequency (more than 6 an hour), that we might have to talk about moving up the delivery date.

Huh?

Excuse me?

Nononononononoo, this cannot happen. Why? WHY you ask? Well, because, #1, we haven’t bought more than a BIB for this baby in the way of clothing… and while, yes, the bib is really CUTE, it’s just not ENOUGH of a wardrobe for a baby born smack dab in the middle of a New Hampshire WINTER!!!!

Diapers, we got. Diapers, we got lots of. T-shirts, sleepers, those little potato sack night gowns? Not so much as one.

Oh, and we don’t have a basinett/crib/cardboard box for it to sleep in.

Or a chair for it to curl up in to enjoy a good book.

Or A FREAKIN CAR SEAT!!!

Nadda – nothing – zilch.

So, I’m thinking more & more that February sounds like a GREAT time to have a baby. Don’t you???

In other news, I did find out that the doctors (yes, plural – both doctors will be there for the c-section) will be able to also tie my tubes AND fix the hernia during the c-section, thus saving me those 2 extra procedures & their seperate recovery times. YAY! We like this alot. Yup yup yuppity yup.

My bloodsugars have been so good, he said I coudl stop testing! LOL Yeah, right… like *I* have the willpower to not eat whatever the hell I want (ok, so I’m already doing that) in LIMITED QUANTITIES because I KNOW I HAVE TO TEST. So, although I don’t have that hanging over my head anymore, I’ll still test and make sure I keep on track.

I’ve gained 21 POUNDS!!! I’m so not happy about this. Sprout needs to chill out and stop making me eat in the middle of the night! I have scaled things down – pretzels instead of fritos, but apparently, it’s not ENOUGH of a scaledown for the scale.

sigh

ok, I’m done ranting

I have my 7 month checkup later today – I can’t believe it’s already been this long. Seems like just yesterday that my jaw hit the floor to the news LOL Now here I am, all poofed up like a puffer fish, using the electric carts at the market because my sciatic hurts so bad when I walk, and counting down the days to that dramatic day in February when they’ll slice & dice me and I’ll be a new mom again. Those endless nights of nursing aren’t so bad when you consider that it’s just you & me, kid. It’s quiet, it’s just us and we’re talking… ok, I’m talking, you’re listening. The hectic mornings of trying to nurse 1, feed real food to 2 others and get the days spelling, math, reading and whatever else, in, by lunch. (I plan on tackling the american revolution after the baby’s born – lots of reading, I figure, I can do that!). The evenings spent trying to juggle crying, hungry baby with making dinner and serving dinner and cleaning up after dinner. The snuffled movements indicating someone’s getting ready to wake up for his/her 1am/3am/5am feeding.

Notice how I’m sugar-coating this? lol

Anyways, I’ll check back in later, after the dr. appt. when we discuss surgeries and heartburn.

This was me late last week. On Thursday, I had a couple of contractions that literally made my eyes water – though not stabbing pain, it was definitely a ‘WAKE UP’ kind of thing that made me scared as hell. I’ve been having Braxton Hicks contractions for several weeks. I actually was getting them a few months ago, when I was walking regularly. They’d subsided, and now they’re back in full force. Typically, if I’m on my feet for any longer than about 15 or 20 minutes, they start. They’re not “painful” – just uncomfortable and really annoying. I had them with my daughter this early, and the same thing happened, except I worked on my feet, so it was even MORE annoying.

The ones I had on Thursday, though, were scary. My head got fuzzy, and that’s what concerned me more than anything. I attributed it to not drinking enough, and so for the rest of the day & night, drank like a fish. That seemed to take care of things, so I let it go. I haven’t had any since, and I have been trying to remember to drink regularly. But sheesh.

Otherwise, things are ok. My blood sugar numbers have levelled off, probably because I have stopped worrying about them. So that’s a big relief. For once

I got a wonderful treat yesterday. I am officially 6 months pregnant (24 weeks for those technical folks), and went for my prenatal yesterday. I was really convinced that this would be the time he’d say “Ok, it’s time for insulin” because my morning fasting numbers have still been in the mid to high 90’s for the whole month. That is, of course, when I’ve slept most of the night. On the nights (like this one), when I’m up at 3 (or 2 or 1) and haven’t slept 8 hrs, they’re up in the low 100’s! So I thought “Ok, time’s up – you did your best”… yadda yadda yadda.

“Keep doing what you’re doing – cuz it’s obviously working” was my doctor’s response.

“really???” was mine.

He did tell me to stop stressing over it, and that whatever I was doing, to keep doing.

Cool!!!! I can do that! LOL

Now, that’s not to say that my menus haven’t changed over the past few months. I’ve gained weight (ALOT, if you ask me, but again, he’s not concerned), and my stomach just doesn’t LIKE me anymore. One day last week, I had tuna fish (with onions, of course) for breakfast. Another morning, I made an italian sub for breakfast. This is because I can’t drink milk, can’t eat eggs, and the day before, the pancakes I’d made for everyone else, made me very very blahhhhhhhh all day.

SO I do what I can with what I have. I’ve been afraid to buy fresh veggies because of the e-coli & salmonella that’s going on. IMAGINE – people dying because SOMEONE didn’t wash their hands after wiping their butts. Talk about gross and sickening.

Anyways, that’s my update for this week. I did ask about another ultrasound, MOSTLY to appease those of my family who are dying to know the baby’s sex. Okok, so it would make things a little easier around here if we could agree on ONE baby name, instead of two, but that’s an age-old story in our household anyways.

Here’s me, with my fritos & veggie dip, at 3:12am (AGAIN). and Sprout, who is apparently growing quite well, and enjoying his/her time in there immensely (kicking the hell out of the dr.’s doppler when we tried to hear the heartbeat… just too funny).