Monday, June 7, 2010

My poor neglected blog.

It's been over a month! I can't believe it. And the last post was a bit of an announcement. Do I have you on the edge of your seat?

My OB says he get nervous when ever he thinks about me. His nurse says she holds her breath every time she sees that I've left a message for her. I call her a lot. We have years of history together and now we are starting a close personal relationship. And I don't know how much more personal I could get with my OB, poor guy. He's got a vein that bulges out of his bald head when ever I'm around.

So, I have made it to week 13. And I'm feeling really good. I never got sick. Sure, I was nauseous a few times and threw up about 20 times total - so far, but compared to my other 7 pregnancies, this has been fairly easy. I am so fooschnickin' tired it's not even funny. And I'm still eating every three hours during the day. But I put an end to my night time feedings. After two months of it, I just couldn't take it anymore and so far so good. Stopping hasn't made me sick and if I find that it does I'll have to go back to it. But I think I'm in the clear for getting the hyper emesis. And I still mananged to lose 20 pounds.

And speaking of night time feedings, I fully expect this baby to be born sleeping through the night. I'm feeling really old. I don't know if it's because I'm 32 and I expected to be done bearing children by now, if it's the idea of starting over with diapers and potty training and baby proofing when we haven't been there for a good six years now or if it's just that I really was pretty young when I had Sam. 23 seems like so long ago. Or maybe it's just because I'm so tired and don't really feel like myself. I'm looking forward to getting some ambition back, but right now I have none. Not even to blog. Several people have gotten after me so here I am.

Thanks for all your prayers and phone calls. I appreciate them so much. And please, keep them coming. At my appointment last Thursday we saw the little peanut with it's healthy heartbeat and it's HUGE HEAD. I asked my OB when he thought I'd be "out of the woods" and he said, "Uuummm, 38 weeks.... when you're breast feeding.... when this kid goes to college?" So, while I feel like this child will be born (and that it's a girl), I still need your prayers.