Hungry baby = fast post.

Hello internets.

Again, routine in the Abby house = not much excitement. However, MY MOTHER is coming to stay with us! Her flight gets in at 5-ish today, and she's staying through the weekend (my dad is driving up on Friday). The hubs and I keep saying "they're going to shit when they see how much she's changed." Like, at least once a day we say that. It's getting ridiculous, but it's so true.

Anyway, Abby and I will be at the airport to pick her up, and I'm hoping she blesses my mom with a big gummy smile. They're still few and far between so when they happen it's pretty monumental.

Other than that, I go back to work TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY. I am both excited and totally dreading that day at once.

Sorry there's nothing funny to report with this post. Except maybe the fact that I smell like cat butt. Did I mention I didn't shower yesterday?  Because I didn't.

And...Abby just filled her diapers. The sheer force of her pushing out the poo made the pacifier in her mouth shoot across the room. THERE'S your excitement, internets. Enjoy.

I love my husband.

Thanks to the hubs being on all night baby duty (in the living room), I got to sleep through the night. TEN WHOLE HOURS. I haven't slept more than three hours consecutively in weeks. Ten hours...that's like 3.5 nights worth of interrupted sleep combined.

I felt drugged when I woke up...similar to how I felt on the magnesium after Abby was born. It quickly faded into feeling totally refreshed and like a new mommy.

Now it's just about 1pm, the hubs is about to be woken up...and Abby is fast asleep. We're going to attempt an afternoon out today. Pray for us.

I'm a blogging machine.

Okay - seriously, I know I don't usually post this much. You'll have to deal with not being able to catch up just for now. I'm sure this won't stick for too long. :)

Anyway, I have to be an attention whore for about 3 more minutes and announce two things. One, HOLY CRAP I'M IN THE THIRD TRIMESTER. Do you know what that means? I'm almost done with being pregnant. As in, in 3 months (or less) we'll have an outside baby. I started to think about that last night as I was laying in bed and started to panic. But then, the 5 hours of sleep I had gotten the night before got the best of me and I fell asleep.

And two - it's our second anniversary today! (Everyone breathe a collective "AWWWWWWWW!") That's right, I've been married to my wonderful hubs for 2 years now. I know it's cliché, but it really feels like it was only a few weeks ago that we got married. It's funny too, the weather this week is mimicking the weather when we were married - 90s and hot, sunny and humid. It's a good thing I love this kind of weather. I can't say the same for our wedding guests.

Anyway - what a different two years can make.

August 2007


August 2009

Oooo, I feel good again.

The headache that has plagued me for a couple of weeks let up yesterday, and has yet to return. (Knock on wood.)

I actually felt good enough yesterday to get outside, rake the yard a bit, remove some dead grass and lay down some Patchmaster. It was a good feeling to get stuff done. Now, hopefully the Tree people that are coming by tomorrow don't ruin all my hard work.

So, yeah...that's that. Just counting down the days/hours until we see Smudge again. 45 hours from now! Squeee!!

Yay for good news!

Well, I had an appointment this morning...which I, of course, was running late for. Running is the operative word in that sentence.

I had to take the bus to my appointment this morning since the hubs was already at work. I left the house, glanced at my watch, and I had ONE MINUTE until my bus came. And I had a block and a half to walk.

So I ran.

For the first time in like, YEARS.

But I caught the bus, had a mild asthma attack, and made it to my appointment on time. The Midwife I saw today was VERY nice. We chatted about my reoccurring sinus infections, my need for more calcium, and just chatted generally about my progress.

I am happy to report, that for the most part, my all day nausea is gone. I feel pretty decent aside from still being pretty tired all the time.

Anyway, she did an exam, and attempted the heartbeat on the doppler. It took her a little bit, but she found it....loud and clear. It again, was a totally surreal experience. She said it was about 165bpm, just right for this time in the pregnancy. My uterus was right where it should be and measuring well...everything is good.

The best news, she officially declared my chances of miscarriage to be less than 1%, which was almost better than hearing the heartbeat.

I also found out that my blood type is O-, so I'll need a Rogran (sp?) shot around 20 weeks.

All in all, a great appointment. Good news was desparately needed. :)

Today, I'll struggle through my annual review, a department meeting, and work in general. Then home for what seems to be a week of non-stop cleaning and laundry.

Even so, it's good to be home.

Wait, wait, wait. I feel...good.

Today, I woke up around 11am. I haven't slept this late in a long while.

I don't know if it was the tremendous amount of sleep, the italian beef sammich I had last night, or just a fluke...

...but I feel...good.

I, as a force of habit, put on the SeaBands this morning. However, I felt like maybe I didn't need them. So I took them off.

Here I sit, 2.5 hours later...3 eggos and a glass of juice later, and I still feel okay.

I'm just sitting, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

In the meantime, I'm enjoying this with every inch of my being. I'm going to clean the house today, something I haven't done in over a month. I think the hubs will be pleased that I'm getting my ass off the couch and doing something.

But first, I have to get my ass off the couch.