Well, I finally caught whatever Jason had. Headache, sore throat, achy, chills, with a forecast of drippy nose for tomorrow (that's how his progressed). Definitely not fun, especially since there's a limited amount of drugs I can take while pg.
It is interesting that I didn't show symptoms until I went out yesterday for my dr's appointments. I do wonder if it has to do with the cold outside, going in and out of buildings, etc.
Guess it's not safe to leave the hermetically sealed bubble we call our bedroom!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
31 weeks!
Just came back from an ultrasound and my weekly OB appointment. Everything looks stable, which is great! The dr's are taking me off the Indicin and we're going to wait and see what happens with contractions, if anything.
Baby is looking good and is still really active, which is reassuring on the one hand, but on the other hand, it's getting uncomfortable!
The dr's seemed really pleased that I have made it this far, which is encouraging. The next big milestone is 32 weeks, so the new countdown begins.
Baby is looking good and is still really active, which is reassuring on the one hand, but on the other hand, it's getting uncomfortable!
The dr's seemed really pleased that I have made it this far, which is encouraging. The next big milestone is 32 weeks, so the new countdown begins.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Oscar boredom
Wow, the Oscars are even more boring this year than usual. You know things are bad when Al Gore gets the biggest laughs of the evening.
On the bright side, I got a shout-out on the Washington Post's live Oscar chat:
Back to watching...
On the bright side, I got a shout-out on the Washington Post's live Oscar chat:
Philadelphia, Penn.: This is really not very entertaining. And I say this as a pg woman going on six weeks of bed rest, I've been entertained watching dust bunnies....
Jen Chaney: When you can't entertain someone on bed rest, who can you entertain? Sorry you've been cooped up for so long, by the way. Hang in there, and best of luck with the baby. (Mine finally started crying. I think all the wins for "Pan's Labyrinth" cheered him up.)
Back to watching...
A Sunday Expotition
Like Christoper Robin in the Winnie the Pooh book, Jason is leading an expotition this morning. He's taking Juliana, Harry and Milo to the dog park to get the puppies some exercise.
He is a far, far stronger person than I am.
I am much happier right now being left behind in the peace and quiet of the disaster area known as our bedroom.
Legos and construction paper everywhere; various medicine bottles, as Jason and Juliana are both still sick; shreds of paper towels and who knows what, as Harry has figured out how to open the garbage can in the bathroom; a comforter covered in jelly stains, milk and other things better left unmentioned.
I think the cleaners might do an about-face and run screaming tomorrow.
He is a far, far stronger person than I am.
I am much happier right now being left behind in the peace and quiet of the disaster area known as our bedroom.
Legos and construction paper everywhere; various medicine bottles, as Jason and Juliana are both still sick; shreds of paper towels and who knows what, as Harry has figured out how to open the garbage can in the bathroom; a comforter covered in jelly stains, milk and other things better left unmentioned.
I think the cleaners might do an about-face and run screaming tomorrow.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
In this corner, weighing in at 30 pounds...
The 2 1/2 year old always wins. How is this possible? Short of using sheer physical size (which never goes well), small child always grinds us down.
Case in point: this morning, Jason trying to get Juliana out the door to music class. Now, he is not dragging her off for torture, or early SAT prep, or anything like that. She loves music class, especially with daddy.
But...right at that moment, stickers were the way of the world. To heck with music class, she was determined to stick all those stickers. "Juliana, we're going to be late to music class." "No, Daddy." "We're going to miss I'm So Happy." "Stickers, Daddy." "Don't you want to play with the instruments?" "Doing stickers, Daddy."
At this point poor Jason, who is sick and dragged himself out of bed to take his little girl to music class, was about to explode. Luckily there were only four stickers left at that point so by the time he calmed himself down, she was finished stickering and was ready to go.
Now, I don't want to make it sound like she always gets her way. She definitely does not; we use no, distraction and alternatives a lot. But when she digs her heels in, there is no budging.
Somewhere, my mother is laughing.
Case in point: this morning, Jason trying to get Juliana out the door to music class. Now, he is not dragging her off for torture, or early SAT prep, or anything like that. She loves music class, especially with daddy.
But...right at that moment, stickers were the way of the world. To heck with music class, she was determined to stick all those stickers. "Juliana, we're going to be late to music class." "No, Daddy." "We're going to miss I'm So Happy." "Stickers, Daddy." "Don't you want to play with the instruments?" "Doing stickers, Daddy."
At this point poor Jason, who is sick and dragged himself out of bed to take his little girl to music class, was about to explode. Luckily there were only four stickers left at that point so by the time he calmed himself down, she was finished stickering and was ready to go.
Now, I don't want to make it sound like she always gets her way. She definitely does not; we use no, distraction and alternatives a lot. But when she digs her heels in, there is no budging.
Somewhere, my mother is laughing.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Baby dreams
I have not been sleeping well lately. Between getting bigger and more uncomfortable, and lying in the same bed all day that I then try to sleep in at night, I guess it's not really a surprise.
But one side effect has been that I remember more of my dreams, which is unusual for me. And a lot of my dreams have been about the baby arriving.
I've had at least two recently where I went to my OB's office for a weekly checkup and while I was waiting for the doctor, the baby fell out. (Now there's a picture.) The baby then flipped over and started crawling away.
I choose to take these as good signs. Baby falls out = easy birth! Baby crawls away = baby healthy!
Hey, it's my subconscious. I can interpret it however I like!
But one side effect has been that I remember more of my dreams, which is unusual for me. And a lot of my dreams have been about the baby arriving.
I've had at least two recently where I went to my OB's office for a weekly checkup and while I was waiting for the doctor, the baby fell out. (Now there's a picture.) The baby then flipped over and started crawling away.
I choose to take these as good signs. Baby falls out = easy birth! Baby crawls away = baby healthy!
Hey, it's my subconscious. I can interpret it however I like!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Window on the world
It is warm enough today to have my window open this morning. Fresh air, city noises...I hardly know what to do with it all. Sensory overload!
Consolation thought for the day: at least I am not on bed rest during beautiful warm weather. When that comes around, hopefully I will have a happy healthy baby to take outside!
Consolation thought for the day: at least I am not on bed rest during beautiful warm weather. When that comes around, hopefully I will have a happy healthy baby to take outside!
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