Mother's Day plans

Nick told me that there has been nothing really planned for Mother's Day. I told him that was okay because I was home. Then I amended it and told him I would like a diet coke (a fountain one, of course) on Mother's Day. So I guess those are my two priorities.

Back Home, Day 2

I LOVE BEING HOME! I don't even mind bedrest as much as long as I get to do it in the comfort of my own house. Okay, I do wish I could just do stuff around the house a little bit, but I know I can't. I don't know if I have the patience in me to wait until Ellie arrives, however, if I don't then Ellie may arrive early. That would not be good. So I'll be as good as I can be and love and hug my boys a lot. :)

Doc told me on Thursday when he discharged me that he believes I actually might make it to 36 weeks, whereas he said three weeks ago, he wouldn't have. But I am getting in the mindset that she could come at any time. But by 9 weeks from now, she'll be here, shocking and awesome (although I'm scared of the pain again - complete respect for those who did it withouth drugs).

T minus 2 weeks until Jack's birthday. I have his presents. Just need to wrap them. What else? I have to get the gift bags ready and send out a few more invites. Order the cake. I've got to give props to my parents and Kelly for picking up supplies for me. Thanks, ya'll.

My appetite is getting back to normal. Woot! :) I guess that hospital stays really do affect the appetite. Do I use "affect" or "effect"? Shit I hate trying to remember the use of affect.

Going to prop my feet up. Bye for now.

Day 73 on Bedrest, Day 27 on Hospital Bedrest

Ultrasound today we'll see what it says.

I've been spending my time making plants for Jack's birthday, and last night I finished his invited - now to send them.

I have been spoiled with non-hospital food for a few days from my folks. :)

My friend Betsy sent me magazines and cookies. A perfect combo. My friend Heather stopped by for a visit with a diet coke. She knows me so well. :)

Being pregnant is expensive. I purchased 3 pair of shorts and 2 nursing bras and before a gift card, it was $60.

Got the vents and ducts cleaned in our 10 year old house clean. Supposedly they were not very dirty. It was costly, but hopefully unnecessary for another 10 years.

Working on getting new blinds for the house. This 10 year mark (while we have only been it for 8) seems like a time to update a few things. We were lucky enough not to have to buy new blinds when we moved in. Shout out to my friend Zack for helping with this process.

Got a new patio table (the other blew away in the wind) so I can sit my big butt outside when I hit 35, 36 weeks. :)

Realized that within the next 9 weeks, Ellie will be here. Crazy! While we need very few things, there are a few things we will need to buy - new bottle nipples, diapers, washclothes. Very very few things compared to last time.

In a little over 2 weeks, my little man will be 4. Crazy #2.

I'm not really humorous today. But maybe something will hit me later!

Here ya go, Ric'h

My friend Rich said he missed out on my blogs for the last few days. So this one is for him...

Tonight, Tori and Dean was on. I don't know why, but I like watching that show. It's like watching a spider being flushed down the toilet (Nick gave me that anaology). You can look away, but you should. SO Nick and I have been sitting on MSN Messenger chatting and every few minutes, I tell him things like "Dean didn't tell Tori about his accident - he is in so much trouble." "Tori is so pissed." I love their names for each other: He calls her "T", and she calls him "babe". So adorable. Yet, as much as things are against them... becuase of their Hollywood status plus the fact that they have this reality tv, I am routing for them to stay together. FOREVER!

I'll let you know how it goes.

Still continuing to work on Jack's birthday stuff. And I really wish to the spiritual entities around our universe that I would get to go home before this baby comes out... you know 4-5 would be pretty good. But I did get snuggles in bed today and hugs to Ellie.

I got nothing else. I'm done for the night. Hope that was enough for you, Rich. I did have #1 a couple a days ago and she really does seem like she has a stick up her ass. If that is her natural disposition, I feel sorry for her. Life's to short to have to find the perfect stick and then insert it, and then become miserable. Maybe I should anonymously leave her a box of suppositories so she can work on that stick.

Truly though, I don't know what her life is like, so all this is more amusement for my readers (well some of it), but I know that she brings my happy vibe down. And when you are stuck in a place already potentially on the verge of suckiness, that should not be the type of person who gets to walk in your room.

Ok, Ellie's kicking me. She's being gentle tonight. No cervix or rectum bashing or rib punching. My next ultrasound is on Thursday. Keep your fingers crossed for no shortening.

On the way up

I think I was having a very down time early this week because it had been almost a week since I got to see my little guy in person. This week, I have seen him plenty more and I feel much better. :)

My new humidifier

A few days ago, I was talking one of my nurses. She offered to order a humidifier for my room because of the dryness in the room. I said, "sure, great" my nose was bleeding a little anyway. Well, yesterday, I got my humidifier along with a box for the humidifier so I could put it in the box to take it home. It was mine to keep.

Yeah, I thought, just like the air mattress they brought in, it was a rental of the hospital. No, it's not. And now, I have so graciously bought a $5000 dollar humidifier.... ok, I exaggerate, but you and I know damn well that I could have bought a cheaper one at walmart.

I told Nick about the situation and he had a good time today, telling me that Provena had sent up a bill for $1000 for the humidifier. I, being in my semi-gullible state, said, "it better not be a $1000." He giggled.

But when we do get the bill from Provena on the humidifier, I will be happy to share how much we were charge for it.

30 weeks

In less than two hours, I will be 30 weeks preggo. I found photos from when i was 30 weeks with Jack; I have attached it and Ellie's pregnancy photos for comparison.

Still can't shake the feeling

Today was a better day. My eyes were not puffy, so that's always a good start. But by late in the afternoon and evening, I was missing the boys. They went home from work and Miss Kelly's house, we chatted during dinner and then spoke on Skype while they played WOW. But then it was time for bed, and my heart hurt again.

Ellie has been a moving maniac all day. Not painful moving, but pleasant "hey mom, I'm here" movement; she has been reminding me that I'm not alone in here.

I saw this dress (on the right) that I would totally dress her in. Stylish, but not pink or frilly.

Now that the adavan is kicking in (or it's just the fact that tomorrow is my last day in the 20s weeks, I will let you in on a happy secret. They have the best ice here. It compares with Sonic. (Oh Sonic, how I miss you, like an addict misses her crack.)

And tonight, I ended up with a very empathetic woman taking my dinner order. They are starting to know I am a long haul kind of a patient. Anyway, not only did she hook me up with the good cafeteria ice cream, but also the chocolate fudge, and oreos. I had a leftover banana and made myself a sundae for dinner. I wish I could say that the food make my heart feel better, but it did make me not want to throw up, unlike so many other choices on the menu. She also sent up a container of salted peanuts for me. So thanks, (well call her) my supplier, for making my day a little better.

The Facts of Life

This is the taking the bad part of the facts of life. Don't ask me why, but I have found myself depressed and crying most of my day away. There is nothing different about today. But I have just felt very sad. Every time I have seen my boys today, I cried. Hugging them, talking to them was just not enough. THe time feels too short for my visits with them and I am left with the vivid memory of my little boy crawling up to me and hugging me and Ellie belly.

After saying goodbye to them at around 6pm tonight, I cried for 30 minutes; then I was going to write this blog about FUCK people for not appreciating things in life (although I would disclaim that I too take things for granted). I felt so pissed watching people take things for granted. Big stuff, by all means is aloud to suck. But when you have a broken nail or your day didn't go exactly how you want it. You didn't get all your chores finished. You didn't get that pedicure you wanted, you missed a movie, you got the wrong meal for dinner. I was just ready to say, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

And after calming down, I reminded myself that we all have sucky days. As my good friend once told me, just because someone else had a worse day, doesn't makes your day any less sucky. Of course this is the same friend who allows me to have a maximum of 24 hours to be allowed to feel sucky.

But as your read this I hope that you find yourself slowing down a little (not to my snail pace). And I hope you take that extra time to snuggle your family - do it for this goofball who doesn't get to say goodnight in person to her husband or son. Enjoy that run or walk because some people don't get to leave their homes, nursing homes, hospital rooms. Enjoy the fresh air, the sunset, the fabulous dinner. Just try to enjoy it all more. I know this bedrest enlightenment won't last forever, but I will try not to take things for granted when I'm outta here. Because sometimes when things get back to normal, we forget what we have learned. And that is just being human.

Just not feeling it today

Skipped breakfast, ate the bare minimum for lunch so I wouldn't get sick, and cried while watching Jack and Nick on the video camera. This must be one of the low days the nurses were talking about.