Tuesday, June 30, 2009

I had forgotten

I had forgotten what it's like for me, being pregnant. Of course, this time, all the symptoms seem to be coming on a little quicker, a little sooner, than they did last time, and possibly a little worse, too. Or maybe it just seems that way because I'm trying to take care of a very clever toddler who is now darting all around the house all day getting into absolutely everything, while I am at the same time trying not to throw up.

My house is a disaster zone, verging on a federal emergency. The only reason it hasn't gotten to that point yet is because Dusey cleans stuff up every night when he gets home.

I could clean it, I suppose. I tend to put it off, though, dreading that darting pain in the sciatic nerve, dreading feeling so tired that I suspect I may pass out at any moment, dreading hunching over the toilet again when something unexpected sets off the queasiness. Smells, sights, sounds, movement, most anything can set it off. Diaper changes are the worst.

My giggly little boy was happily watching me throw up a few days ago. He ran off to his room, and brought back one of his board books, which he determinedly tried to throw into the toilet. Thank goodness I got it out of his hand right before he let go of it. A couple days later, I forgot to close the bathroom door, and as soon as I realized, I ran in there just in time to see him swirling the toilet water with my hairbrush in between splashing around with his hands. That is now the first thing I check every day once he is awake, is making sure that door is closed. Hopefully it will be a long time yet before he learns how to turn the doorknob. I still don't know what to do with my hairbrush, I've left it sitting in the sink ever since (I have another that I've been using, no worries).

We left the kiddo home with his grandparents this last weekend, while we took an overnight trip to Fresno for a friend's wedding. It was an enjoyable trip, and I didn't miss my babykins quite as much as I was expecting too (though I did miss him). I never want to sit on the back row of a small airplane again though. Somewhat turbulent landings on both flights made me into one queasy lady.

I watched some Food Network yesterday. One of their chefs was cooking an aged steak. So, of course, then I started craving steak. With buttermilk biscuits. So we went out to eat last night at Texas Roadhouse, where I got my steak (but no biscuits, sadly). It was fairly tasty, and I actually managed to keep it all down once we got home, with the help of a cool wet washcloth and a husband who took care of our child's bedtime routine all by himself.

I got a laptop. 17" MacBook Pro, old floor model that was getting replaced at Dusey's store, so we got a really, really good deal on it. I love it. I also got Dusey's old iPhone, since he got the new 3GS one. I have been playing around a bit with both of them, and am perfectly satisfied on the technology front for the foreseeable future.

I've been doing lots of reading lately, as reading and watching TV/movies are about the only things I seem to be able to do lately without feeling really sick. I've read a couple more DiscWorld books. I also reread Ender's Game, and for the first time read Speaker for the Dead, and Xenocide. Children of the Mind is next on my list, after which I'll probably read more DiscWorld books.

It is hard to believe that it is already almost the 4th of July, yet at the same time, it feels like time has been crawling, so slowly. I still have probably 4 to 10 more weeks of feeling sick. There is more than a month left before I get to go have "the ultrasound". I have to have four fillings, but can't get them until August. Hopefully July will go quickly. I want to set off fireworks. I don't recall if they're legal here or not.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Little Baby Bud

My fears have been calmed. There is one little baby, with one head, four limb buds, and a beating heart, growing away inside of me. The newbie is due to arrive sometime around January 15th.

Potato Bug is going to need a new nick, I think. He is walking now. Still crawling, too, but he tries to walk most of the time, if he thinks he can make it to something close enough to grab onto before falling over. He is enjoying his swimming lessons, though he hates the part where we try to have him lay on his back, and he refuses thus far to try blowing bubbles. We will keep trying. He got a hair cut yesterday, which is a little short, meaning that I won't have to cut it again as soon as I would have to otherwise. His hair has settled into a very white blonde, and his little arms and legs are starting to get fairly tanned.

I am not feeling sick quite as often the last couple of days, perhaps because I've been eating practically non-stop and drinking a lot of liquids and getting a little more sleep. So, it's been nicer. I still have pretty much zero energy for cooking, poor Dusey has had to deal with eating out a lot lately, or making us both sandwiches. I have to go shopping tomorrow as we are now out of bread, as well as milk and bananas for Potato Bug, though the child has decided he loves pickles, so those have been a good treat lately in lieu of having bananas to eat.

Friday, June 05, 2009

To boldly go

I've been watching the first season of the original Star Trek series on Netflix. I'm almost at the very end of the season, and they're just starting to get a few things nailed down that nowdays, "everybody" knows about the original series. Like, Bones' classic line "I'm a doctor, not a _______", and the death of the red shirts, and it being the United Federation of Planets, rather than the United Earth Colonies or whatever it was that they called it for most of the season. Anyway, it's fairly entertaining, but mostly it just makes me want to watch Next Generation. I need to see Picard and Data and Worf!

I signed Potato Bug up for Parent Tot swimming lessons at one of the local public pools. 8 classes, 30 minutes a class, all for $23. It's a good deal for a baby swim class. The purpose of the class ultimately, I guess, is just to help the kids get used to the water. I am hoping to learn how to teach my son to not drink the pool water. If nothing else, he will enjoy being in the pool so often over the next two weeks (Monday through Thursday, starting this week).

My first OBGYN appointment for this pregnancy is on Tuesday. I am secretly terrified that I will either miscarry before then, or that the doctor won't be able to find a heartbeat. I've been so achy and tired and sick that I really shouldn't be so worried, all signs point to my hormones doing their very best to support the pregnancy, but still, I worry. I did not worry this much last time. I also didn't ache so much last time, this early on. I am also worried that the doctor will tell me that I have a 100% chance of ending up with too much amniotic fluid again and that I will have to be induced early again, etc. I do not want that. It is not the birth scenario that I created in my head last time, and didn't get. I know, most women do not get the birth scenario they want, but still, if there is a possibility of things not turning out that way this time, I will hope for it. No matter what, this next child will also have to be tested for kidney reflux, since Potato Bug had it. And those tests are not fun, and I am not looking forward to having to go through them with any and all future children. Assuming the baby appears healthy at my appointment on Tuesday, I am hopeful that I will be able to get a prescription for prenantal vitamins that are very small. I do not know if such a thing exists, but I am much more likely to take them if they are tiny. I hate monstrously huge pills. Heh, I don't particularly like normal sized pills. Anyway...

Potato Bug slipped two days ago, and hit his face into our coffee table, resulting in one of his tiny sharp little teeth puncturing his bottom lip pretty good. It bled a lot at first, but stopped bleeding pretty quick. It remains swollen though. He has been extra grumpy and drooly the last two days, and I don't know whether to blame it on his injury, or possibly another teething episode (he's a bit sniffly and sleepy too). Whatever it is, I am hopeful that he will feel better soon. I have a difficult time dealing with a grumpy needy child when I am not feeling well.