The Sun Is Shing and All is Right with the World 3-7-07

The Sun is Shining and All is Right with the World

I realize that I have been somewhat Xanga MIA lately. I have been commenting here and there when I can grab a moment or two, but other than that I have been busy with life matters. Lets see...Tuesday was shopping and buying paint for the babies room as well as grad school in every spare moment I could find. Wednesday brought a doctor appointment, which I will let you all in on soon, and a haircut (I chopped it...back to the old "fun" Kristen). My face is beginning to get the characteristic end of pregnancy "fat" look, so I don't like my hair as much as I would if I looked normal...but it is easier and still kind of fun...minus the pig face  I don't have a recent pregnancy picture or picture of my hair...but the picture below is from last pregnancy and while I am much further along right now then I was there...you can at least get an idea of what my hair looks like now 

Group went very well Tuesday night. I made a nice dinner, ate as fast as I could, left the kitchen a mess (came home to a clean one...dear husband!), and made it there about 5 minutes late because the roads were so bad. I felt stupid being so late, but it ended up being ok...there were only five members and only one was there before me, so it was fine. The information was great and the women included me in their discussion and I generally had a good time! I think it will be a great experience!

Wednesday was my doctor appointment and while I anticipated getting a great report, from the first moment it went kind of awry. I was in a big hurry bc I was going straight to my mom's from the doctor, so I had to pack naptime essentials and all of that. By the time I got to the doctor I was a bit stressed...and my bp was a little high. I wasn't surprised...I felt stressed. Then I found out something else that wasn't quite right, but my doctor doesn't seem too concerned and I am trying to not be either. We will re-check next appointment. Finally, there was a med student in there with my doctor and when they did the babies heartbeat, my doctor was on one side of me, Landon and the med student on the other. The babies heart did sound fast, but not exceptionally so. However, the med student looked at the number and I swear she said 194. I exclaimed, "194! I have never heard of a baby having that high of a heartbeat!!" My doctor did not seem concerned at all, said the baby was just excited and moving around (which he was), and said, "That is why you come every two weeks, so we can monitor these things." Well, I left the office with unanswered questions and a general sense of uneasiness. I went to my mom's, called my cousin who works for an OB office and she said her doc's said that if they had a baby with a 194 heartbeat they would certainly have me hooked up for at least 20 minutes to make sure the hb went down. So...I called my doc back. The nurse got my chart and said the doctor had written down 144. Good grief. She said she would confirm with the doctor and call me back. She calls back...the doctor said that the hb was higher, but she wrote down 144 bc the baby was moving so much and she took that into account. Sounded a bit shady to me...a lot actually. So I went in yesterday for a re-check, although I felt very neurotic. I had a handful of questions from the day before that I wanted answered, but alas, I got a NP, not my doctor and so I got no questions answered, but I did get a great re-check number of 148 for my little peanut. I am taking that as confirmation and choosing not to worry. Too much drama for the appointment that was supposed to be such a reassuring one since I am leaving for a week!

Yesterday was babysitting all day for a very fussy little one. I realized that 3 year olds are SO much easier than infants. I always liked babies better when I was a babysitter, but now I can so clearly see how much easier a child is. Landon was such a helper and such a good obeyer (sorry for the three year old language) yesterday. At one point he randomly came and hugged my belly and said, "I just love my baby brother!" Sometimes I am just overcome with love for Landon. Really, it overcomes my every sense and floods every pore on my body. I dread the day that he doesn't want me to hug him or cuddle with him or hold his hand bc those are just a few ways, aside from telling him how much I love him, that I can get some of the love out 

So tomorrow I leave for exactly seven days. I have been dreading it, but now I am just to the point where I am ready to get this show on the road. Today I need to go get some food, for me and my poor bachelor husband. Then I need to pack, finish grad school pre-work, do TONS of laundry, plan my route, get Landon's stuff out of my car (I get to take the good car this time...yeah!), and prepare my heart and my little one's for a week apart. I am so glad that this is the last intensive for over a year. I am so ready to take a break after this class...although that break won't start until about May 10 as I have an unreal amount of post-work for this class.

So if you think of it, please pray for me. I will be travelling half way tomorrow (and staying with a new xanga friend who shall remain nameless until our visit is over lest there be any xanga stalkers out there that hear of our meeting  ), then I will go the rest of the way on Sunday. Monday morning brings class at 8:30 with a rigorous schedule right through Friday. I am hoping to get out of class early on Friday so that I can drive half-way (stay with another xanga friend!) and then the rest of the way on Saturday. Xanga friends are awesome! I have definitely entered into the "I am so tired" stage of pregnancy so please pray for stamina for me to make it through the week, health, and no increase in pregnancy sickness, and of course, that my baby would remain safe and healthy and inside where he belongs. Thanks friends for your support, encouragement, and prayers. Signing off until Virginia...