Monday, October 26, 2009

Hi My Name is . . .

Phillip & I went to wedding yesterday, and the whole time, all I could think about was how I wished I had a name tag. Or pre-printed business cards. This is what they would have read:

Yes, I'm pregnant. Obviously.
Yes, I know I'm getting "so big." Thank you for noticing :P
No, we don't know what we're having.
January 13th.
Yes, it will be here before we know it.
I had a raging case of morning sickness throughout the first trimester.
I feel fine now.
Yes, we're excited.
Yes, Phillip is the father.

(I'm totally kidding about that last one. No one questioned that. But what a great conversation starter, eh?)

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

You're Sticking that WHERE?

I had another odd experience at the hospital today. I have O-negative blood, which meant my doctor recommended I get the RhoGAM shot to protect little Tator Tot against any rH anti-bodies I might be producing. (Or to protect me. I forget.)

I got to the hospital at 7 am, which is, quite honestly, way too freaking early. I left my house when it was still dark out, for Pete’s sake. I waited maybe 30 minutes in the outpatient services center for paperwork, and then was escorted to the lab.

WHERE THEY DREW BLOOD. Funny how I thought I was just getting a shot. I had absolutely no idea I was going to have to give a vial of blood. Not exactly how I wanted to start the MORNING OF MY ANNIVERSARY.

I gave the technician my little intro about how I tend to faint, have tiny veins, and am generally a huge queasy baby when it comes to blood and needles. She was very understanding, which I certainly appreciate. I can’t imagine it’s too easy dealing with a 24-year-old pregnant woman who looks as if she might bolt for the door at any time.

She couldn’t find my vein in my left arm, but was able to find a tiny little vein in my right arm. As she went to go get the “baby needle” (her words, not mine!), I started to feel the queasiness set in. Fantastic.

Blood was drawn, and now I felt like crap. Overheated, dizzy, dry mouth, the whole shebang. The technician (and why, by the way, do I always have these little bitty technicians? When I say, “I’m likely to faint,” they should automatically bring in the chick who spends too much time lifting weights. I’m just sayin’.) Sorry, lost my train of thought. I’m on a whole different track now.

Anyway.

The technician and another girl in the lab escort me to a bed to lie down while I drink what was quite possibly the most disgusting cup of OJ I’ve ever experienced. After about ten minutes, I am feeling much better, thank you very much. And I didn’t even faint! Yay me!

I’m instructed to go up to Labor & Delivery, where they will administer the shot. (Oh, did you think this story was over? We’re just getting to the best part!) Waited for about 25 minutes. At this point, it’s 8:20, and I’m starting to get a little irritated at all the time I’ve spent in this hospital this morning. Especially as I ate breakfast at 6:30 and didn’t bring a snack with me. Or gum. All I can taste is that nasty OJ.

I finally get called back, take a seat, and get my blood pressure taken. (Still excellent, by the way.)

Then I begin to pull my arm out of my sleeve. Because that is what you do when you get a shot, right?

Wrong.

The tech gives me this sort-of “sorry I have to do this” smile, and says, “Actually, I’m going to need a butt cheek.”

Those are her EXACT WORDS. No joke.

I think I muttered, “Uh, what?”

“You can just lean over that table there. Since it’s such a large shot, we give it in the largest muscle possible.”

Seriously.

At this point, I erupt in nervous giggles. I just keep saying I’m sorry, and that this is so awkward, and a bunch of other random mutterings.

As if the embarrassment wasn’t enough, the shot HURT. Now I know why they don’t do it in the arm.

I do realize that in two and a half months, I’m going to be much more exposed in front of many more people as I give birth, but I am expecting that.

I was not expecting to have to drop my drawers for a shot. Interesting morning, to say the least.

(Reading this back to myself, I think I may be prone to exaggeration. Maybe.)

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Right Now

All of a sudden, I'm 25 weeks pregnant. Feels like it really snuck up on me.
Things I Wish I Could Do

Wear yoga pants to work. Seriously. I've been living in a pair of pants from Wal-mart. So comfy. I can push them right below what is becoming a very large belly, according to my husband. As soon as I get home from work, I put on these pants and don't take them off until I go to bed. I also wear them all weekend long if I'm staying in the house. Love them. (Don't worry; I do make it a habit to wash them two or three times a week.)

Hire a wife. Or a maid. Whatever. All I know is, I'm keeping up with the laundry and the dishes, but that's about it. I'm becoming sort of attached to all the little dust bunnies.

Have a three-day weekend. Why can't we have Columbus Day off? I'm just saying, he was a pretty important guy, ya know?

Take a nap. Yep, it's 9:30 in the morning, and I'm ready for a nap.

See my husband. It's harvest time again, which means he leaves the house at 6 and (maybe) gets home around 9. At which point I'm too tired to even think straight, let alone ask him about his day.

Figure out how to get out of working on Saturday. I signed up to be at a marketing event from 10-2, over an hour away from my house. Good one, Cara.


Things I AM Doing

Scrapping. I know, right? I'll share a bunch over the next few days (even some digi! Go me!). I've been on a roll. Like butter. On another note, a buttered roll sounds delicious right now.

SLOWLY cleaning out the-room-that-will-be-Tator-Tot's. I always complain that my husband has too much stuff, but I'm beginning to realize that maybe I do too. Please don't tell him. I'll never hear the end of it.

Working. At my job. It's a slow time of the year for us, which means I have lots of time on my hands to think about what other stuff I could be doing if I were at home.

Eating. Pretty much all the time. And my scale shows it.

Drinking Cokes. I know, I'm pregnant, I should lay off the caffeine and the empty calories. But honestly? I gave up coffee. Give me a break. I'm doing really well with everything else. Last night I had turkey sausage while my husband had a ribeye. (In the interest of full disclosure, I don't like steak anyway. And I love turkey sausage. But that's not really the point, is it?)


What do you wish you were doing right now?