I forgot to tell you.. my cousin had her babies! They were born on Friday 6 minutes apart (vaginally! woot!). She said she woke up around 4am and felt like she was peeing her pants, when it didn’t stop, she realized her water broke. They left for the hospital around 6am and the boys came one by one the right way at 8:53, 8:59, and 9:05am. They are

Mason Andrew

9:05 am

2lb 9oz 14″ long

Evan Patrick

8:59am

2lb 12 oz 15″ long

Jonathan Avery

8:53am

3lb 16″ long

Go here to see a picture of them! Oh, and please pray/send good thoughts their way. They will be in the hospital a minimum of 4-6 weeks. They have to weigh at least 4lb to leave the hospital. They are doing well at this point though, and breathing on their own, which is the most important thing.

My book came in the mail today. The last page made me cry, it said:

“You’ll find that this world’s

a great place to begin,

but it could use some help —

which is where you come in.

So now, as my voice

burble-urps in your ear —

with a bump-thumpy sound

that is not very clear—

the words I am saying

you hear in your heart,

and know that I wish you

the very best start.

It’s a scrumptulous world

and it’s ready to greet you

And as for myself. . .

well. . .

I can’t wait to meet you!”

–”Oh the Places You’ll Go! A Book to Be Read in Utero” adapted by Tish Rabe from the works of Dr. Seuss

Not feeling to chatty lately. Kinda feeling out of it, and just a deep longing to be home cleaning my house, cooking foods that make the house smell of crunchy leaves and good eating. heh. I love fall, especially with my personal heater strapped to my belly, we like the weather.

People have started to refering to me as two instead of one. At first I thought this may be because I feel huge (though I hear I’m not). Now I just think it is because everyone else is coming to the realization that there is another human being trapped within my body. When ordering at the deli yesterday, the guy at the counter said, “you two are hungry huh?” Yes, yes we were. Weird.

I’m learning how to keep my blood sugar up. It makes me feel very nice. I love this non constant feeling of nausea.

I’m debating about asking to go back to my department. They’ve had me on a lifting restriction because of my threatened miscarriage way back at the beginning. I have an appt. on Monday and I want to ask to go back. I’m tired of going home early and the measly checks it brings me. I miss my friends/ acquaintances. I miss just the feeling of being around people and seeing neat things and guts hanging out of bellies. I miss the occasional person you get to take to surgery that is pleasant and nice. I miss helping the little babies. I miss doing what I do best– taking care of people. And I know that when the baby is here I won’t be able to work in healthcare for a while. I figure if I go back now, I’ll be able to have a bit of fun and do what I love. It will also help the time fly by seeing as it is October now. Leave me a note and tell me if y ou think it sounds like a good idea.

(The comments will be down until later tonight. Blogspeak is having some issues.)

Yet another week of Unconscious Mutterings.

1. Herpes:: syndrome
   
2. Freddy:: cougar
   
3. October:: the hunt for red…
   
4. Hunting:: deer
   
5. MSN:: messenger
   
6. 36:: 6 times 6 is
   
7. Hotel:: towels
   
8. Travesty:: ?
   
9. Health:: condition
   
10. Conditions:: outside
    

Congrats to Allison!

Today, I have the meeting with the dietician. I get to leave work at 11am. It’s about 10:10 now. Urgh. I hate killing time like this. Nothing to do.

When I leave, I’m going to call my mom and see if she wants to come in before she goes to work so we can go to the mall to look at maternity stuff. I have an abundance of stuff thanks to very generous people, but what I am lacking in the most are casual stuff. I only have one pair of maternity jeans. I would like at least one more pair and maybe a pair of corduroy khakis/khaki pants (obviously beggars can’t be choosers). It’s cold now and I need more casual stuff. I don’t want to wear the dressup stuff all of the time, I NEED comfort. My mom said “well you can dig out your winter stuff now” HELLO! Last winter I didn’t have this bulging belly! The sweaters will probably fit and my sorority sweatshirts will fit too. (I always bought those REALLY big) **sigh** It seems wasteful to buy clothes that will only be worn for four months, but really, what am I supposed to do?

It was 45 degrees this morning when I left for work. Highs today in the 60s. I love this weather. It’s supposed to get down to 38 degrees sometime this weekend. Brrr. Okay I’m going to keep surfing and praying that time passes quicker.

Oh and by the way, I’m feeling better with my new eating lifestyles. I’m keeping my blood sugars up and I feel good. Only thing is I’m hungry a lot so I’m going to have to talk to the dietician about how to fill up my belly without sending me into a carbohydrate coma.

YAY! I just remembered that it is Thursday and do you know what that means? The SEASON PREMIERE of FRIENDS and ER! **jumps up and down holding belly** I have to set the tape so Erich can watch Friends and then I’ll go downstairs and work on laundry while ER is on. I can’t wait till Scrubs and Good Morning Miami come back too. Then my life as a loser will be complete. I just love the fall.

((On a side note, I should really stop jumping up and down. I can feel baby girl swooshing up and down with me probably yelling “will you cut that foolishness out!” She must be getting big! My belly moves constantly and now she has discovered that it’s fun to kick my tailbone. Owee! As if my fingers aren’t sore enough. The sticking my fingers doesn’t hurt, it’s the tiny bruises that make it rough!))

It’s after three almost three thirty. Close enough, I’m outta here!

head. And it’s only two oclock. Could the time please pass faster?

Send Allison a hug. She misses her grandma.

That is what we are doing here. I figured out that Erich is hypoglycemic also ( though mine should correct itself after pregnancy). So I’ve put him on the same diet and it is weird getting used to not having “what I want” and making sure that each meal has what we need. It is also hard to structure and schedule snacks for both him and myself. It is kinda fun to have the structure for the meal and to see the effects that each meal has on my body. And I’ve figured out how my blood sugars work and what helps optimally for me.

Baby is still in there moving around and seems to be enjoying herself. I’m thankful that we’ve figured out this eating stuff and are getting beyond that. September seems to be rapidly coming to an end and thus far we really haven’t had an Indian(a) *heh* summer. I’m looking forward to snow, though I think that I’m looking forward to winter and snow because it means that baby will be that much closer to being here. I’m enjoying the cool weather and wearing long sleeves. Erich and I are adjusting to a morning routine in the dark. It is pitch black outside now at 6am and almost dark at 6:30pm which is kinda weird, but I love it. It just makes getting up really hard.

I’m trying to stay at work the entire day though that proves hard because it is boring as hell here. Bah. If I can only make it till three. Then if I can make it till three thirty, I’m free to leave then. Two hours and fifteen minutes can be a really long time, though I need to stay cause we need the money.

Oh and by the way let me say that the raises suck and this company sucks and I hate it and I’m glad that when this baby comes out I’ll never have to work here again. Yahoo. I applied for FMLA (family medical leave act) once again, though this time I should get it since Tuesday was my one year anniversary. Yeehaw. Okay I’m off to kill time.

Pokey the Pincushion!

Well, I saw the diabetic nurse this morning. Ouch. She wants me to test my sugars 7 times a day! Wowee. I see the doctor again in two weeks and she’ll probably let me stop testing so often. I DO NOT have diabetes, I have hypoglycemia. I’m on a diet now and was told (once again) that I don’t eat enough. Bah. So now I have regularly scheduled snacks.

The guy is here servicing the heater (so Erich won’t blow up when he turns it on, heh.) And then I’m going to have my snack and lay down. I’m a tired girl. Thus far I’ve already poked myself three times, the third time I couldn’t get the finger to stop bleeding. It doesn’t really hurt, but I’m starting to see tiny bruises. **sigh**

Okay so I’m still here at work. It is extremely boring with NOTHING to do. Sucky. But anyways let me tell you how my Sunday ended up playing out.

As a recap, Sunday I cleaned the upstairs, changed the sheets, took all of the dirty laundry to the basement, vacuumed, and steam cleaned the carpets. Afterwards I came downstairs and made a spaghetti lunch and cleaned up. Well shortly after E and Papa began their naps, the phone rang. Erich’s friend wanted to come over with his wife for dinner. Okay that fine. That’s when I went into a frenzy. I frantically washed the dishes from the brownies and such. I swept all of the wood floors and the front porch. I ran and cleaned the downstairs batheroom really well and mopped the linoleum and wood floors. I had Erich mop the front porch (that sounds really stupid but it had some stains from a leaky box– baking soda I believe that needed to be cleaned up). I ran upstairs to take a shower and started cleaning that batheroom (naked no less, doesn’t everybody clean their batherooms that way?) After I was dressed I ran and did a check of the upstairs (looked awesome) then ran downstairs, straightened the slip covers on the couch and straightened the pillows. I left Erich fixing up his “stuff” in the yard and ran to the grocery store to buy a few things for dinner. (On a side note, why does every “quick” trip to the grocery store take at least thirty minutes?) I came home and started dinner up. We had enchiladas, spanish rice, and homeade salsa and chips. Then before they got there Erich set the table and I had everything ready to go and all of the “preparation” dishes washed and put away. I had just enough time to sit and watch a little bit of the Charmed marathon on TNT. I was beat and my hips were aching and the little baby was a bit annoyed and kept pushing against the oven, the sink, and I think was generally annoyed that I told her we would take a nap but never got one. We had a nice dinner and they thought the house was nice and I was happy that it was clean. **sigh** I’m to pregnant to be doing this much work though.

My friend Melissa is back from Maternity Leave. We just got back from lunch, yumm… She also said that on the days she is here she’ll help me u/s baby. So in a couple of days (maybe Wednesday) we’ll see if she isn’t busy so I can go up there and maybe “check out” baby. (And LOOK in between those legs! heh)

1. Savings:: coupons
   
2. On:: line
   
3. Wire:: clippers
   
4. Word:: power
   
5. Bladder:: control
   
6. Missing:: persons
   
7. Side:: view
   
8. Window:: seat
   
9. Digit:: fingers
   
10. Swirl:: cone
    

Heh. Cat owners beware.

For the past two days, baby has put on her dancing shoes and is dancing away in my belly. Not sure what is up with that, or maybe she is just getting strong enough that I feel her even when I am doing stuff that requires thinking. Yesterday as I was cooking she was actually pushing against the oven handle and the sink. Heh. A couple of times I felt her I thought I’d actually be able to grab her little foot. It was crazy. Now if only Erich would have patience to lay with his hand on my belly. He touches for a while, but then she quiets down. She is a teaser. heheh.