In the past week I have left my apartment a total of 3 (THREE!) times. And not even for cool things. The store, church, and the doctor have been my destinations. I have a good excuse for being such a loser, though. Last Tuesday, this little lover....
...came down with a lovely case of hand, foot and mouth disease. If you don't know about it, it's a really weird virus that causes babes to get a fever, sore throat and weird, blister-like sores on/in the mouth and on the soles of their hands and feet. And the little bastage is super contagious, too. Pretty much waiting in pouncing position to leap onto unsuspecting little dears with plans to make their lives miserable for 10 days.
The real downer was that Leah got sick the day before her birthday, thus forcing us to cancel her little shin-dig. We would reschedule but it's MY birthday this week. So, sorry, Leah. There can only be ONE belle of the ball at a time.
Just kidding. But seriously.
No really, just kidding. We might reschedule. But prolly not.
Truthfully I haven't hated being quarantined this week. Whenever I can blame someone else for my laziness I feel quite liberated. And we've been watching lots of movies and eating lots of popsicles.
In other news, I went to the doctor yesterday and saw our little 12-week-old acrobat in motion. There is nothing so glorious and bizarre as witnessing the complete fiesta going on inside of your tum. Our little meatball sub was back-bending, steamrolling, and bicycling all over the place. And I had a very lively ultrasound tech who screamed out loud every time baby moved. I loved her a lot.
The doctor I've been seeing is a recurrent miscarriage specialist, so I've been getting all of the "high risk" VIP treatment for the last 6 weeks. At our first appointment she gave me a little container to collect tissue in should this pregnancy result in miscarriage (sorry for being a little graphic and gross). So yesterday, when I walked into her office, she looked at me all red-faced and gleeful and asked, "Do you have that container I gave you?" I said I did and fished it out of my purse. She snatched it from my hand and proceeded to stand up and slam dunk it into her waste basket, shouting, "Looks like you won't be needing it after all!" And then she high-fived me... complete with the leg-lift-behind-you-high-five-follow-through that only occurs after the most enthusiastic of high-fives. Then she gave me the boot. Because healthy pregnancies don't interest her. It was a glorious moment, indeed.
Can I make an abrupt change of subject and ask what the crap is with psycho pregnancy dreams? I've been cheating on Sam every night for a week. And when I'm not cheating, he is. Or something else equally preposterous that leaves me in a dream-funk for the first half of my day. In fact, some of you have done some pretty crappy things to me in my dreams lately. Pissed.
No, but really. My dreams are stressing me out. And the worst part about it is that Sam couldn't be less interested in hearing about them. And he never remembers his, which is especially annoying because I can never throw, "But I listen to YOUR stupid dreams all the time!" in his face. So I'm forced to call one or both of my sisters and tell them all about my make-out sesh with our hugely obese dry-cleaning man. Seriously, no one knows my struggle.
And that's all I have to say about that. Now I've got to get back to trying to get Leah to like, "Miss Spider's Sunny Patch," cause I secretly love it.
P.S. Those pictures of Leah were taken directly after she repeatedly pointed to the little Snow White picture on the plates she's gripping and said, "Mama? Mama!" I thought she deserved a photo shoot for buttering me up.
5 comments:
OH MY GOSH!! When Caleb was little he got hand, foot, mouth too :( It was the saddest thing I have ever witnessed. Me and Q used to hide and eat because we felt so bad eating in front of him. He was starving but it hurt to bad to eat or drink. Poor poor bubs! I am so sad LTS got it (little Turkey Sub). How is she?
Congrats on #2. Are you gonna find out if its a B Or G? You better posts all the pertinent info asap ;)
Love ya!
Okay, so speaking of dreams. This one totally, totally happened just the other night. I was never going to share this with you, but now I feel compelled.
You and I are in our volleyball uniforms and at somebody's house. Meradith and all her high school friends are there. You and I are waiting for Meradith to give us a ride to practice, but she's having too much fun with all her friends, having a BBQ in the backyard. You and I lament for a while on how she has all these really amazing friends and they're all going to be best friends for the rest of their lives. Then you call Sam to have him come get us (now mind you, though I stalk your blog regularly, I have never actually MET this man of yours...) and he comes. The next thing I know, I'm duct taping him to the kitchen table. I don't know why, I only know that everyone thought it was really funny, and it was the only way we could convince Meradith to take us to practice.
Now don't you worry about Sam, he totally didn't mind me duct taping him to stuff. In fact, I think he quite enjoyed it.
So my question is, could your pregancy dreams somehow be traveling across the country and causing ME to have highly inappropriate dreams about your spouse?
Now THERE'S a mind bender...
My boys totally had hand foot and mouth virus this past month. I had no idea it was so common before that. Anyway, sad to say that with Bronze it lasted more like 18 days then 10...we'll hope thats not the case with Leah.
As for weird pregnancy dreams - I dont think I've ever had them as bad as I've had this time around. If you ever need to compare, drop me a line. We could probably laugh enough to make us look forward to sleep at night.
Seriously, if my kids are as cute as your little girl...bring 'em on...and I may be little bit late in saying CONGRATULATIONS on being pregnant. I am so excited for you and can't wait to see what kind of munchkin Frieda turns out this time :)
I realize my dreams are extremely boring and not interesting at all but I absolutely can't resist telling Mel about them. She is great at pretending to care and loves to hear about them, as long as there is no infidelity or former girlfriends involved whatsoever.
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