Tonight we went to dinner with Jeff's parents and aunt and uncle. They made a reservation for first available. Of course, we ended up getting a table off the bar that is clearly smoking. No one was smoking when we got there, so I decided to let it go. Let me also mention it was two for one pasta night, so there was no chance of moving unless we wanted to wait another 20-30 minutes. As those of you with toddlers know, that ain't gonna happen! After about 10 minutes this couple comes in, and yes, starts smoking, at the table right next to us. Now the room we are in only has four tables, so you can imagine how much smoke was blowing our way. I have always hated smoke, even when I was doing the whole 'teenage smoking thing'. It was funny, I used to comment that smoking the cigarette myself bothered me much less than being exposed to it second-hand. But I digress. Now my son is sitting there ingesting this smoke, as am I, 8 months pregnant me. Believe me, I am so big these people knew I was pregnant. However, I am aware we were in the smoking section, so these people had every right to smoke there. I was more upset by the lack of thought by whomever in Jeff's family made the reservation. Even when I am not pregnant, we will still have young kids, and I do NOT want them exposed unnecessarily to smoke. Jeff's grandma died from emphysema, and my mom had cancer, so I just am even more sensitive to the issue of second-hand smoke.
Another bad thing about the smoke is that I came home smelling REALLY bad, as did Jeff and Stephen. I can still taste it in my throat---YUK! It also doesn't help that I have the sense of smell of a bloodhound right now. But seriously, why would they make a reservation for smoking knowing that Stephen and I were coming? I just don't get it.
Next time I will post about Easter. I have some things to share, but not the time in which to do it in right now.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Strollers and Games and Onesies, Oh My!
Today was a good day. The sun was shining, the weather warmer and my baby boy happy. I went to my OB appt. and my doctor was not there. He had a delivery, but the nurse saw me. She handed me a sealed envelope containing all of the info. I needed for my 3 hour GTT test. I am still not going to take it, and by my next appt., at which time I'll be 34 weeks pregnant, I don't think it'll be an issue any longer. The nurse today was so nice. And Steve, well, he must be getting used to my appointments because he just pointed to the little TV in the exam room and said,"Elmo." So we turned on PBS for him, and he was quite happy with that. Well, that and a copy of a 'Bob the Bui*der' book. Steve just loves books! Steve was excellent, and I was so proud of his behavior. Baby Boy is doing well too. His heartbeat in the 140's, and moving, moving, moving! It is starting to feel so real to me that in less than 2 months my little baby boy will be here. I can't wait!
Steve and I went to Toys R' Us afterwards. I needed to get him his Easter goodies, and he is luckily still at the age where he doesn't realize what I'm buying at the store. I got him an Elmo puzzle, a bucket full of 'Barrel O' Monkeys, and a toy Graco stroller----in BLUE. As much as I feel I am an open person, I just couldn't buy Steve a pink toy stroller. Steve just loves putting his Elmo into all my friends' daughters' toy strollers. We bought him a shopping cart thinking that he just liked to push something, but no, given a choice between the two Steve will pick the toy stroller every time. And that's fine. I bought him a doll a few weeks back, a BOY doll---didn't have those when I was growing up, to teach him how to handle a baby. So I am more than OK with him having a stroller, and so is Jeff. Now the grandfathers, well, that's another story altogether!
Our Toys R' Us has also moved clothes into its stores. They had their Cart*rs layette on sale, and for once, I actually let myself buy mutliple items. I am starting to really believe there is a baby boy coming home with me SOON. It feels so good!
Steve and I went to Toys R' Us afterwards. I needed to get him his Easter goodies, and he is luckily still at the age where he doesn't realize what I'm buying at the store. I got him an Elmo puzzle, a bucket full of 'Barrel O' Monkeys, and a toy Graco stroller----in BLUE. As much as I feel I am an open person, I just couldn't buy Steve a pink toy stroller. Steve just loves putting his Elmo into all my friends' daughters' toy strollers. We bought him a shopping cart thinking that he just liked to push something, but no, given a choice between the two Steve will pick the toy stroller every time. And that's fine. I bought him a doll a few weeks back, a BOY doll---didn't have those when I was growing up, to teach him how to handle a baby. So I am more than OK with him having a stroller, and so is Jeff. Now the grandfathers, well, that's another story altogether!
Our Toys R' Us has also moved clothes into its stores. They had their Cart*rs layette on sale, and for once, I actually let myself buy mutliple items. I am starting to really believe there is a baby boy coming home with me SOON. It feels so good!
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
It's All Sunshine and Roses Here
Things were going better today. I told myself I needed to try my best to have a better attitude or I'd never get through the next 7-8 weeks. Steve was wonderful in the church nursery today. Unfortunately he ran away from me in the parking lot. I only dropped his hand to open the car door, and I had him positioned between me and the car. Well, he got away and I ran after him. All the while there are two elderly women laughing, no doubt remembering these days themselves. We had to make a few stops and Steve was excellent; he is always great when you take him out.
When we got home, I took out the mix for banana bread, which he loves, and let him help me pour in the ingredients and stir. I am trying to do fun activities with him thinking maybe he needs more positive attention. He loves it, and lunch goes well too. I put him down for his nap, and am feeling more hopeful. Until the phone rings.
It's my doctor's office. To preface this, let me tell you that I finally took my 1 hour diabetes test this past Sunday. Better late than never. Well, after I ate a donut and granola bar, I remembered I had to take the test. Since I can never get someone to watch Steve, and I can't see taking him to a one-hour test, I just decided to go. Jeff was with him, so I felt I had no choice. I told Jeff that if I failed I knew why, and I wasn't taking that 3-hour test again. I had to with Steve, and I hated it. So guess what? Yep, I failed the one-hour glucose test by almost exactly the same amount as I failed it with Steve. BTW, I know how I failed it with Steve too. Apple juice and sweets are not a good thing to ingest before this test. So knowing how awful the 3-hour was, and how I passed that with flying colors, I told Jeff I wasn't going to do the three-hour. I failed by a small amount, and if I really felt I had diabetes I would take it, but I don't. And having gone through this exact same thing with Steve, and having passed the three hour with stellar results, I feel I am making the right decision. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and plan to let him know my decision. I'm sure he'll love it, but too bad. The nurse told me I have to go on a special diet and fast for 12 hours before the test. I'll let her explain it all to me, but I won't do it. So I'll be doing the old AMA thing; against medical advice. What a rebel I am. UGH!
When we got home, I took out the mix for banana bread, which he loves, and let him help me pour in the ingredients and stir. I am trying to do fun activities with him thinking maybe he needs more positive attention. He loves it, and lunch goes well too. I put him down for his nap, and am feeling more hopeful. Until the phone rings.
It's my doctor's office. To preface this, let me tell you that I finally took my 1 hour diabetes test this past Sunday. Better late than never. Well, after I ate a donut and granola bar, I remembered I had to take the test. Since I can never get someone to watch Steve, and I can't see taking him to a one-hour test, I just decided to go. Jeff was with him, so I felt I had no choice. I told Jeff that if I failed I knew why, and I wasn't taking that 3-hour test again. I had to with Steve, and I hated it. So guess what? Yep, I failed the one-hour glucose test by almost exactly the same amount as I failed it with Steve. BTW, I know how I failed it with Steve too. Apple juice and sweets are not a good thing to ingest before this test. So knowing how awful the 3-hour was, and how I passed that with flying colors, I told Jeff I wasn't going to do the three-hour. I failed by a small amount, and if I really felt I had diabetes I would take it, but I don't. And having gone through this exact same thing with Steve, and having passed the three hour with stellar results, I feel I am making the right decision. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and plan to let him know my decision. I'm sure he'll love it, but too bad. The nurse told me I have to go on a special diet and fast for 12 hours before the test. I'll let her explain it all to me, but I won't do it. So I'll be doing the old AMA thing; against medical advice. What a rebel I am. UGH!
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
What a Day!
My lovely little boy is definitely testing my patience. I am having a hell of a time getting around these days, and I never understood the pain from a sciatic nerve, but I do now!
Today my miracle boy opened up the back door and helped himself to the backyard, which he knows he shouldn't be doing. I am sure the neighbors got a big laugh out of seeing 8 month pregnant me running after my son who is carrying an assortment of Elmo stuffed animals. Did I also mention that it was 30 degrees outside and neither one of us were wearing our coats! In fact, I only had a short-sleeved t-shirt on; I seem to be hot all the time, except when I'm running after my son outside on a very cold day! I am just so disgusted. I seriously don't know what to do with him. He's been in time out, I slapped his diaper-clad bottom, heck I even put Elmo in a simultaneous time-out, all to no avail. This kid doesn't seem to care what punishment he receives. I also know that I am feeling really crappy lately, thus I am not my usual patient self, which is not helping, believe me, I know. The kicker is this is Jeff's busy season, so as much as he'd like to be home to help me out, he just can't be. Yes, I like to pay my bills:) I am just getting so angry and frustrated, and have no one to yell at. No outlet. I feel very hormonal right now, which I know is the pregnancy. It's just I am 8 months pregnant with a baby who is breech and lying VERY low, I can't sleep, I have no energy, and a two-year old who has more than enough energy for the both of us, and a husband who is never home. I keep telling myself, not much longer, but seriously it is starting to feel like it will never end. Aern't I just the picture of sunshine or what?!
Today my miracle boy opened up the back door and helped himself to the backyard, which he knows he shouldn't be doing. I am sure the neighbors got a big laugh out of seeing 8 month pregnant me running after my son who is carrying an assortment of Elmo stuffed animals. Did I also mention that it was 30 degrees outside and neither one of us were wearing our coats! In fact, I only had a short-sleeved t-shirt on; I seem to be hot all the time, except when I'm running after my son outside on a very cold day! I am just so disgusted. I seriously don't know what to do with him. He's been in time out, I slapped his diaper-clad bottom, heck I even put Elmo in a simultaneous time-out, all to no avail. This kid doesn't seem to care what punishment he receives. I also know that I am feeling really crappy lately, thus I am not my usual patient self, which is not helping, believe me, I know. The kicker is this is Jeff's busy season, so as much as he'd like to be home to help me out, he just can't be. Yes, I like to pay my bills:) I am just getting so angry and frustrated, and have no one to yell at. No outlet. I feel very hormonal right now, which I know is the pregnancy. It's just I am 8 months pregnant with a baby who is breech and lying VERY low, I can't sleep, I have no energy, and a two-year old who has more than enough energy for the both of us, and a husband who is never home. I keep telling myself, not much longer, but seriously it is starting to feel like it will never end. Aern't I just the picture of sunshine or what?!
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Can I Have Your Opinion?
On Sunday, we went to my brother's. Every time I went to pick up my son, my SIL warned me not to. She cited premature labor, yada, yada... I said to her that I do this everyday when I'm alone. Steve does get into his carseat himself as well as the highchair, but I still need to lift him to the changing table and into his crib (remember we're still waiting for his bed).
When I was pregnant with Steve, I let everyone do everything for me because I was so scared of something going wrong. Now that I've birthed a healthy baby and need to take care of him, I do more. OK, a lot more. So my question to you is: should I not be picking Steve up AT ALL like my SIL says? Am I being careless or reckless endangering myself and baby of going into premature labor if I do this? Anybody?????
When I was pregnant with Steve, I let everyone do everything for me because I was so scared of something going wrong. Now that I've birthed a healthy baby and need to take care of him, I do more. OK, a lot more. So my question to you is: should I not be picking Steve up AT ALL like my SIL says? Am I being careless or reckless endangering myself and baby of going into premature labor if I do this? Anybody?????
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